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THE TEST DRIVE MEME

SO YOU WANT TO JOIN THE CREEPY HOTEL BRIGADE.

Well, welcome potential apper! Here we have the handy dandy test drive meme so you can get a feel for how your character might react to the game setting. This post can also be used to cultivate some of those required sample threads for the application.

Feel free to play any scenario you so please. However please note that TDM threads cannot be used for Activity Checks (for existing players) and will not be considered game canon unless transposed comment for comment into logs in checkingout. We also recommend avoiding playing the initial arrival, so that the intro log doesn't become repetitive and boring for you. Other than that, go wild.

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PREMISE | THE HOTEL
TAKEN | RESERVES | APPLICATION

BREAKFAST OF CHAMPIONS.

No time for losers, because we — have waffles and pancakes and crepes and delicate bowls of ripe bananas and juicy oranges. We have bacon and oatmeal and cereal and milk; we have coffee (that's really hot and will burn you quite spectacularly) and tea (that, on the other hand, is miserably cold and bland). And we have orange juice (that might just kill you)!

Basically, every component one needs to start the day off right. Which is good, because this is the only meal ever served in the hotel. So come one, come all — get it while it's hot and try to pick among seats amidst the crowded circular tables, or stand along the wall. Bemoan the lack of hashbrowns or fight over the last fork. Mix, mingle. Have "fun".

DON'T YOU LOVE MY TASTE IN MUSIC.

What starts as soft, subtle musical notes wafting out of unseen speakers?

Yeah, that quickly manifests into blaring, loud, aggressively high pitched notes — so distorted, and reverberating so magnificently in the main lobby that even those impenetrable windows rattle in their frames.

And what's more, there doesn't seem to be an off switch anywhere in sight. Good luck finding one.

GOING DOWN.

Right by the stairwell in the lobby is an old timey elevator, the sort that really ought to be manned by staff to insure that it's in decent working condition and won't kill you. But it's usually not. And usually doesn't run.

But today, your ears are treated to an oh-so pleasant ding, and the doors will slide open, offering a ride to the floor of your choosing. Finally, no more calf workouts on the stairs, right?

...well, you probably should have taken the stairs, because three seconds in the entire carriage shudders, screeches to a halt, and refuses to move.

Then the lights begin to flicker.

CHOOSE YOUR OWN ADVENTURE.

Don't see a scenario that appeals to you here? Make up your own. Get crazy with it! Good luck getting outside.

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[The interruption elicits a frantic spike of vicious alarm, wrist jumping, pen slipping askew and leaving a trailed, formless chaos of straggling ink in its wake. Rush should be accustomed to the unbearable irritation of having his work unceremoniously encroached upon; to assume he would be allowed to operate in blissful silence would be rather too sanguine a notion.

The initial shock is rapidly replaced with intrigue as Rush narrows his eyes at her, head angling to one side. Non-terrestrial, most assuredly, but not a species he has any great familiarity with, with its congruent casts of pale and dark.

His arm lowers as he observes her with restrained interest.]

No.

[A flat answer, decidedly non-informative, but a question mark hovers barely outside the word's periphery. Rush does not conceal his curiosity when he continues.]

Have a great deal of experience with wormholes, do you?

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[Chiana watches the ink as it scrawls across the wall, a slight smirk curling her lips. She wasn't terribly accustomed to her appearance being scrutinized by others; oogled, certainly, but not scrutinized. She returns his gaze steadily, studying him in turn as she shifts and drops into a squatting position next to him.]

Mmm, no... I think it's only Crichton, then... full of dren, if ya ask me, but it doesn't stop him from going on and on about them. [She tilts her head and looks over the words again, but rolls her gaze back to him again when he speaks. A smile curls her lips, teeth flashing in her false bravado before she laughs and shakes her head.]

No. No, not me. John... John fell through one, he says... brought him from Earth way out into space. [She gestures up toward the ceiling, but never looks away from Nicholas.] Ya human?

[The unfamiliar cant rings soft and discordant - perhaps some form of slang, he muses pointlessly, but a talent for linguistics has seldom approached his mathematical domain. He cannot wholly decide whether the appropriate reaction would be interest or unease. His expression settles upon a wary amalgamation of both.
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'Wormholes' appear to be an abstract concept in her context; less perplexing to one who has fashioned a life's work out of opening the lock that sheathed something distant and unattainable, acting under the pressure of a structured organization that excelled at deploying innumerable expeditions through wormholes, though perhaps of a less incomprehensible nature.]

Yes, [he says simply. It is, after all, quite obvious. Human, the disappointing convention. One brow arches.] And you - I take it you're not?

Yes? Mmm... [She nods to herself, unsure what to do with the answer now that she has it. As openly obvious as the question might have been to some, there were those of other races that resembled John's own that Chiana had intimate awareness of. Sebacean would have been the worst of the possibilities, but she's put at least partially at ease when Nicholas declares himself human. Not nearly as disappointing as he might think, considering what the alternative options might result in.

She laughs then, the sound soft and breathy before she shakes her head once, gaze falling on him once more.]

No... Heh. No, I'm not. [And even not knowing the man, she knew he was smart enough to not mistake her as such.] Nebari. [The word is all but a purr off her lips as she says it, sizing up Nicholas in her own way.] Name's Chiana. [She wasn't concerned about Nebari Prime or her supposed crimes. She wasn't concerned that she'd be found here. If she was, she'd handle it then. She had ways of taking care of herself and had been doing so for years.

Her head tilts back to one side, gaze inviting and warm as she smiles at Nicholas.] What's yours?

[Her species title is equally unfamiliar, though slightly more unfathomable is the understanding that the minimal level of interest he has thus far expressed appears to be mutual. He has grown too familiar with suspicion and outright hostility as immediate reactions to his general existence. This person - Chiana - largely seems to communicating something else entirely.

Though it is, admittedly, quite difficult to be certain.

Social cues of the terrestrial variation were never his forte, and the additional layer of cultural distance has doubtless complicated matters.

Cultural distance. He isn't fucking Jackson.

He is slightly too taken aback to inflect his next words with their usual amount of calculated indifference.]

Dr. Nicholas Rush.

[It belatedly occurs to him that human titles will likely be entirely lost on the ears of non-terrestrials. He may conclude privately, irritability, again, that he suffers a significant lack of interpersonal skills regarding even the more basic foundations of conversation.]

[Though she is by no means a mind reader, Chiana can see that there is much going on behind Nicholas' gaze and any number of unspoken comments. Her head tilts back the other way, smile slipping from her lips only to reappear a moment later almost unconsciously. The number of humans she has actively engaged with can be counted with two fingers, but this one is a curious one. There is a sternness to him that goes unspoken but for the way he carries himself, even seated and jotting down notes on the wall in his curious human script. Even picking that much up, the Nebari is hardly dissuaded from speaking to him.

Hell, after spending more than a few arns with the likes of Aeryn Sun, Nicholas' company was welcome and damn near gentile.

Still, sex was something Chiana understood and in this situation where everything she knew had been tilted sideways and everything familiar and close was gone? She went with what seemed to work among pretty much any male of any species.]

Doctor... [There is a beat. A mere microd where that defensive show of bravado slips. A slight widening of the eyes and a tremble of the lips as her smile slips again, only to be replaced by one warmer and softer than it had been.] Heh. Who'd'a thunk it, huh? A doctor. [Oh, the young Nebari knew doctors quite well. They'd promised her an inoculation before releasing she and her brother from Nebari Prime. An innoculation that had proven to be a contagion she and Nerfi had been wantonly spreading throughout the galaxy. Doctors had come up with the contagion. Doctors had come up with the cleansing and the collar she wore now.

No... Chiana's fearlessness was feigned before a great many things, but doctors were right at the top.

She laughs then, shifting in her crouch a bit as she tries her best to play it cool.]

What... what kinda doctor?

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[She is familiar with the title, then. Acquainted enough with the idea of humanity to be aware of it, so perhaps that set of assumptions had been acquired too hastily. There is a careful veneer overlapping something darker, more intensely and uncomfortably visceral, an odd conflict of distance and unreadable propiniquity.]

Mathematics.

[It is a mild relief to bring himself sharply back to well-traversed territory. Numbers, deceptively impersonal, endlessly more decipherable to Rush than the variegated social nuances of which he has very little grasp. Some of his former crispness and cerebral poise returns with the quiet snap of a wrist as he continues writing.]

Cryptography, largely. [Then, in flickering hesitation, he makes a slight, careful addendum.] Wormholes were certainly involved in my latest work.

THE TEST DRIVE MEME: MARCH - APRIL

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considering it! got a lot on my plate at the moment unfortunately :P