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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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[she sees where you're going, and she's listening to your hissy fit, and she's sure it's absolutely justified, but. those ears flicking.

she's gonna just

snort a little.]

That's cute.

[Rocket freezes, his eyes slowly narrowing and his ears fall back again.]

What did you say?

[she points towards his ears, wiggling her fingers.]

Is that your angry thing?

If I had a gun right now, you'd see my angry thing, lady. Keep talkin' and I'll gouge your eyes out with the buttons on that stupid jacket of yours!

[No, his fur wasn't standing up and his tail wasn't all fluffed up.

Shut up.]

[oh shit, cute. she's never had a plush toy as a kid. if she knew this one could do mechanics and macguyver his way out of here, she'd probably

really want it in the plush toy variety.]

It's a zipper, but you're short so your miscalculation is excused.

[He clenched his fists and stalked closer to her across the small space.]

Zipper! Fine! Whatever! Fact of the matter is I'll gouge your eyes out with it if ya' don't shut up!

[like, a tiny bunny would've never made raven reyes feel as much endearment, but this.

this.]

I get it, I get it. You're not a raccoon. You're a buff lil' alien.

[That has him throwing his hands up, growling angrily as he turns away from her now.]

Flarkin' hell I hate humans! I hate 'em!

[l a u g h i n g] Yeah, we're not the greatest species.

[you stay there and have your hissy fit, lil guy. she's going to take out her toolkit and see about getting them out. maybe get the control panel to this elevator cracked open to open the doors; maybe they're in between floors and can at least squirm out.]

[Looking over at her as she moves to the control panel, his ears perk when he spots the toolkit and is immediately moving over to where she is.]

Gonna try and crack it open?

[His hands twitched, itching to have a go.]

If we can get it rewired we should be able to get it movin' again.

[nope, her tools. paws off.

here's the hard part, doing this without developping a crick in her back, because the control panel is too low and she can't crouch with the brace on. or with the brace off. crouching is just not on the table.

but she's making do.]

Tried that once. Elevator was broken for a whole month, went through its wires a million times and nothing. Nah, it's not going to -- I'm going to get the doors open. [because no offense but what can a raccoon and a cripple do about pushing them doors open together?]

[Rocket snorted, noticing the trouble she was having and immediately pushed his way in front of her, forcing her to back off a back.]

Get out of the way. I can get it open.

[His ears go back and he's immediately sliding his claws around the panel, working at the edge of it before he finds the bolts holding it in place and starts to work them out with skilled fingers.

Wasn't the first time he had to crack open a panel without tools.

Since someone wasn't helping.]

[it's not like she couldn't do it. immediately, she bristles, but the snapping back gets cut off short because damn.

some of those bolts are screwed on tight. and you get more done in a team than by being stubborn, here, so she'll take care of the bolts on the upper half.]

So what's your speciality?

Weapons and stuff like that. Can build anything I put my mind to though. Ain't too hard to rewire a ship if need be.

[Dropping the two bolts from the lower portion onto the floor, he moves back a bit to give her some more room, one ear falling to the side as the other perks a bit.]

Yours?

Zero-g mechanics. [she makes bombs out of tin cans and rocket fuel. she makes a lot of things that kill people, apparently.]

And a bunch of other stuff.

Really? [He can't help but smirk.] Impressive. Not many out there that can deal with that sort of thing.

Not many get to at 18. [okay, yeah. she's proud about that one, and bragging to a shorty raccoon who makes guns

w h a t e v e r.]

Ya' well, your all talk right now, lady. If we ever get the chance, I'll expect ya' to prove it.

[He was still smirking despite his harsh words, offering his hand to her.]

Name's Rocket.

[she looks down at that, pausing for a moment, before shaking it.]

Trust me. I'd blow your mind. Raven.

Big words, Raven. Big words.

[Dropping his hand, he rests both on his hips and looks at the panel.]

Alright, let's see if we can get this thing movin'!

[big words for a little raccoon too, but he's sensitive about that so she's just going to

hush? she guesses she'll hush.] Alright then.

[she takes the panel off, exposing the wires in all their glory. their unexplicative, unsolvable glory.]

I'm gonna admit I don't know which one connects to the doors yet. How do you feel about dropping from the first floor?

THE TEST DRIVE MEME: MARCH - APRIL

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everything going according to plan

It's the start of a beautiful friendship

gorgeous. he can come cuddle in her room too

He'll deny it forever

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