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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
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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.

Flat | Top-Level Comments Only

Not as much as I'd like.

[ Which, it's clear from the look on her face, really grates on her. Skye's used to being able to get a foothold, something, anything when it comes to info collection. Limited resources has kept her too in the dark for too long here. ]

The tablets don't collect to a wider network, but the LAN that they're all communicating on seems like it's bouncing around between the courtyard and the basement. Between that and the fact that there's one tablet consistently unaccounted for, I think we might be looking at in-house surveillance of our comms. I haven't found anything to indicate video monitoring in the rooms themselves, but with maid service in and out all the time, that doesn't mean it's not happening.

[well that's not good news. He has a few questions but he'll go at them one at a time]

What about the staff? Are they saying anything useful?

Not really. For the first two months, no one even saw the staff. People were starting to theorize they might be ghosts too, but ... [ She gestures to the man standing at the lobby desk. ] Now, I'm thinking robots is closer to the right track. I mean, seriously. [ She cuts through the air with one hand. ] Stone cold.

[Coulson turns to look at the man before returning his gaze to Skye. He's processed the intel but there's something more important in what she's saying too]

Wait, two months? You've been here for that long?

Yeah, me and Fitz both.

[ She shrugs one shoulder. For the most part, she's pushed through the cabin fever. As if to explain as much, she adds, ] Routine helps.

[He frowns] I talked to you in quarantine just a while before I woke up here.

[he sucks in a breath, adding this to the pile of weird things that happens in this hotel] I take it that's what you meant by time travel.

Quarantine— [ Skye reels at the news, blinking fast and whipping her head towards him. She stops in front of him, searching his eyes for reassurance. Realization sinks in a moment later—why wouldn't they? ] ... The temple. We got out. [ Except Trip. Trip would never get out. ] I don't ... I don't remember anything after the earthquake.

You don't- [Coulson frowns] We got you and Mack out. [there's a pause as his expression hardens slightly] Trip didn't make it. Raina was... changed.

The team is working around the clock to make sure you're in the clear.

Changed.

[ Dread wells up like a void in Skye's gut. Her eyes dart across Coulson's face. ]

Changed how?

Well, she has spikes all over her body now.

[more importantly]

Skye, is something wrong?

[ Uncertainty suffocates her for a beat too long. The quiet eats away at the space between them, and a weight sinks in Skye's chest. Spikes. Whatever Skye's been dealing with, she's not the only one. A quick blink follows and she shifts her weight, sharpening her gaze on Coulson. ]

Yeah. Yeah, something's wrong. I screwed up—bad. I gave my crazy dad exactly what he wanted, and now Trip's dead, Raina's deformed, and I— [ She shakes her head, babbling through it. Her breath catches. ] What happens if I'm not clear? What if it did something to me too?

[ She clings to ifs, but fear demands she figure out precisely what they're looking at here. ]

We've talked about this. It's not your fault. And if something did happen to you, we'll figure it out together.

[his tone is firm and sure. There's no way he's letting Skye deal with this alone as long as he has any say in it]

[ She nods, dropping her head. ]

Of course.

[ She says it like it should have been a given, but it wasn't. She'd had to ask. Her uncertainty cracks through, and she rubs a hand against the side of her neck, shrugging loosely. ]

Sorry. It's just ... cabin fever, you know? This place gets to you. Makes everyone a little paranoid. But ... I'm spikeless, so I don't think we've gotta put together any big-SHIELD action plans yet. Maybe something else got to her.

[Coulson nods. He reaches out to place a hand on her shoulder]

Maybe. [he doesn't know what he'd do if something were to happen to Skye. She's too important to him.] There's not a lot we can do about it from here. Has anyone been able to take a look at you while you're here?

I didn't ask.

[ Her voice is tight, but her body language isn't uncooperative. In fact, she looks meek—almost childlike—under the weight of his hand. There's something that seeks approval in how she adds, ] Wouldn't really know what to tell them to be looking for. And that's besides the lack of equipment. But if you want Fitz to do a work-up, I'll bet we could figure something out.

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