THE TEST DRIVE MEME: MARCH - APRIL

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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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Tony Stark // MCU

[shwarm_after]

[Breakfast is one of those things that Tony doesn't really eat. Lunch? Dinner? Sure. But breakfast is something that's handed to him by Dum-E because he's forgotten to eat (and sleep) for a couple of hours. It usually comes in the form of doughnuts or gluten-free waffles (why gluten free? Note: Tell JARVIS to order some Eggos as soon as he finds a way home). It wasn't like breakfast was a completely foreign concept for him-come on, who didn't appreciate the occasional red white and blue pancakes when they tasted like freedom? But breakfast wasn't one of those things that he ate.

But still, he's here because the last time he remembered to eat something was a few hours ago.

The food's not great, but it's passable. There's no way to screw fruit up, and waffles are so laughably easy, even he can make them (and he's almost positive these aren't gluten-free). For breakfast here in the equivalent of the Winchester Mystery House, it's not too bad. Sure, he wishes there was a little more variety, but he also wishes that he can leave and that's not happening any time soon. So yeah, he can't complain.

Well, he can complain about the coffee. Oh, there's nothing wrong with the taste. At least he doesn't think there is. The problem with it is that it's too hot to actually taste. Unfortunately he finds that out as soon as he takes a large gulp and nearly spits it out.]

Re: Tony Stark // MCU

[ingrantitude]

[What is it with all the spit takes? He looks up.]

...The splash zone doesn't have a sign up. Guess I missed that.

[shwarm_after]

[Nice. Good to know everyone around here is so helpful. Really.

He shoots a glare at guy. There's no way in hell he's taking this from a guy who looks like the Brawny Man's rejected half-cousin. He's fine with facial hair, but come on. The lumberjack look isn't good on anybody.]

The sign's a few feet behind you. Next time I'll make sure to give you a warning.


[So I am pretty AoS canon blind (unfortunately I haven't been able to watch it just yet) so forgive me if I get anything wrong (I'm totally willing to rewrite this). I do know Ward's big spoiler, though!]

[ingrantitude]

[That's Tony Stark.

There's a slight blink (can you blame him really it's Tony Stark you sir are brilliant.) Before he shrugs] ...Thanks.

Tea's a big better.

[shwarm_after]

[Yeah, Tony's already used to that look. The slow realization that someone probably knows him from somewhere followed by 'This is Tony Fucking Stark' thought.

At least Mr. Branwy Man had the decency to try playing it cool.]

Tea only has half of the caffeine necessary for a basic human being to function.

[facemyenemies]

[Oh hi. She knows who YOU are. Anyone with eyes and intel knows who this guy is. You just wont know who SHE is, which might be for the better.]

[Kara was stuck with out a working veil right now, so her face as scarred and burned pretty badly. At the moment she had her sweatshirt hoodie up, a dark gray, and a pair of sun glasses on, hiding her face for the most part. She was at a table not far from the other. It amazed her what type of people they kept pulling into this place.]

[When Stark seemed to choke on his coffee she couldn't help but smile, a slightly twisted smile, the only thing that really showed with the way her head was tipped.]

Try the tea if you need caffeine. It's not nearly as hot.

[shwarm_after]

[He turns to the voice not far away to see a woman with the most amused smile on her face. Nice to know someone was enjoying to show.

But sunglasses and a hoodie? There are only two reasons to wear that get up at this god awful time in the morning. Either A) someone's got a massive hangover from the night before or B) someone's got something to hide. Considering this place didn't have a single drop of alcohol (a travesty, really), Tony had a pretty good guess that she was doing the latter.]

Not enough caffeine. But I might think about it next time.

[Or never.]

[hacker]

[ On the long list of ways one might enjoy meeting their one-time idol (and, okay, celebrity crush for a period of 7 straight and intense months), inside Hotel California where they're both trapped with no exit while exhibiting new and seriously structurally dangerous earthquake powers? Doesn't even rank.

In fact, it's somewhere at the top of the "better not" list.

But all the same, when Skye spots him as she enters the dining hall, her jaw drops, and she skids to an immediate stop, causing a traffic jam of sorts in the doorway. ]

Oh my god. [ After a beat of waffling, raising one hand to her chest, glancing around, she makes the approach. ] You—You're Tony Stark.

[ On the bright side, Rogers has already been through this. Hawkeye got a severely toned down, professional, SHIELD agent to SHIELD agent version. The way Skye sees it, of all of them, Stark must be the most used to this anyway: it just provokes the no-holds-barred form of fangirling. ]

[shwarm_after]

[Well this isn't the first time this has happened. Honestly, he's gone through this so many times, he can't count. Women in clubs, selfies with soldiers, autographs from little kids, he's used to that. So when someone approaches him, he doesn't even think anything of it.

Granted, at the moment he's just getting over a second degree burn on his tongue. So the fact that someone here recognizes him enough to fangirl (which oddly hasn't happened since his arrival) isn't something he really cares about right now.]

Yeah, that's me. [He says it almost dismissively as sets the near-boiling coffee down.] Is the coffee always that hot?

[hacker]

It—

[ Her gaze drops to the coffee cup, trying to catch up and pull context to anchor herself in the actual conversation instead of being starstruck. She nods. ]

Yeah. Yeah, it never really cools down, either. You kinda get used to it. [ Not really. More accurately, you learn to avoid it and develop a taste for the faucet's hard water. ]

[shwarm_after]

Good to know. [Or not. Knowing that the coffee is always at least 212 degrees is an incredibly depressing, not to mention irritating. Being stuck in the Mystery Shack was bad enough, but the lack of drinkable caffeine was just another minor inconvenience that topped it all off.]

So you know me? Fan or Journalist? [He asks it as more of a precaution. Sure, she looks like someone who might be a little starstruck, but he's also dealt with a few women who played that angle and turned out to be a one night stand. Or a journalist. Or both (hello Christine Everhart). He knows how to be cautious when it comes to this stuff.]

[hacker]

Hacker.

[ That identification comes before SHIELD agent only because it's Tony Stark. Her own girlish enthusiasm takes her back to a time with the Rising Tide, before SHIELD. It's reminiscent of who she was before HYDRA and alien drugs and alien DNA and earthquakes. Flustered, she reaches a hand out quickly, then drops it when she realizes he's not in any position to be shaking it. Still, she introduces, ] I'm Skye.

[pickapuppy]

[If anyone asked Merlin about his thoughts on breakfast, they would need to make an appointment and allot a small chunk of time to hear about it. Whilst he's not one to whine about things, there's still something to be said about it and a few, choice words would definitely do the trick. This isn't even close to a full english, and fair enough not everyone could eat that every day and not start expanding. But even what was on the table wasn't the best. Merlin normally tries to remind himself that not all missions had the option of great food, but when stuck in the hotel for the unforeseeable future...well, it's starting to grate a little.

So when he's stood next to Tony - someone he doesn't know - Merlin just simply forgets to say anything about the coffee, barely flinching when the other is just about spitting the offending beverage out.]

Small miracle the cups withstand that.

[shwarm_after]

[Ow. Crap, that was hot. He hisses in a breath in an attempt to cool off the burning in his mouth. It obviously did nothing, but damn, that was hot.

At least he's entertaining the other guests, here.]

You can melt gallium in that thing. [Tony moves to pour some milk in the coffee to try cooling it off. He's not really one for milk in his coffee (he tends to drink it black) but when the stuff is approximately the temperature of the Earth's core, milk doesn't sound too bad. ] How do you even keep coffee that hot?

[pickapuppy]

[It is some small measure of entertainment, not one that Merlin would go out of his way to cause, but if it's happening then that can't be helped. There's a brief glance at his tablet before he turns his full attention to Tony.

Gallium? So this man is someone who knows his stuff, a scientist or along that kind of vein. He doesn't recognise Tony Stark and so Merlin simply treats the guy like any other normal person.]

They could probably freeze it in the tea. And no-one knows, it isn't exactly high up on the priority list in this place.

[avengeme]

The coffee's-- [Welp. Too late.] hot.

[Coulson was actually still thinking of a way to reintroduce himself to Tony when he sees him bringing the cup to his lips. Oh well. Both the drinking and introducing has happened now. Coulson just takes a seat across from him. Calmly.]

Good morning, Mr. Stark.

[shwarm_after]

[He's stuck somewhere between spitting the coffee out on the table in front of him and shouting. How was Coulson here without him knowing? How did Coulson appear in front of him without him even noticing? Did he secretly hide in vents? Were there trap doors right behind him? Was Coulson just a figment of his imagination? Like a balding secret agent version of Jiminy Cricket.

He swallowed the hot coffee, wincing in pain. Ow.]

What are you doing here?

[avengeme]

[Hey, he's a secret agent. He has his ways. To be honest he's kind of pleased to catch Tony off guard like that. But he smiles kindly enough]

The same reason you are. But seriously I don't think anyone's found out exactly what that is yet.