THE TEST DRIVE MEME: MARCH - APRIL

[checkingin]

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.

Comments

[pickapuppy]

Knowing their luck, Merlin does have to wonder if the hotel is actually a universe that is constantly growing. And if that does wind up to be the case, Merlin will just throw the god dammed towel in. Until then the Scotsman will be defiant against anything that seems like magic.

"It's nice to know we won't be dying of scurvy any time soon." Not that the food on display is acceptable; it never is, and for once Merlin knows he would sell his right arm for an egg butty and a proper mug of tea.

"I'm surprised. If the hosts are 'magic' -" Merlin can't help the unimpressed tone of voice there. "- and are intent on keeping everyone here, the least they could do is whisk up actual meals. Or did they fail their culinary classes?"

[youcantransform]

Harry tsks lightly at the voice of a man who no longer does much in the way of field work. While he is, of course, fairly discerning about the food he eats when he has the choice? When he hasn't, he's perfectly happy - hence uncomplaining - so long as there's enough on offer to keep him alive.

"If they did that, Merlin, whatever would you have to complain about?"

The list stretches on unto infinity, of course.

[pickapuppy]

"I can find plenty of things to complain about when it's regarding this hotel." Even Merlin has a smile on his face. It isn't a secret that he will make his opinion known if there is a time and place for it. Just so happens breakfast is the pinnacle of everything that is wrong in the hotel. Merlin can't complain about the actual room he was given too much; he's seen - and slept in - much worse.

There's a few seconds of comfortable silence before Merlin peers over at Harry with an eyebrow raised. What comes next is a barely even a question and almost an accusation.

"You actually believe the talk of magic?"