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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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[If Zhaneel could read his thoughts, she'd at least try to staunch the confusion, but in the end he is closer to the truth of actuality than he might realize. She was not a Nephilim, nor had she been born even remotely humanoid, but the loss of who and what she was was no less a tragedy for it.

She clutches his hand in both of hers, finding a grounding in both his presense and offer of comfort. Zhaneel was not accustomed to being comforted, having lived the entirety of her life under the abusive treatment of her Wing leader and Wing mates. She'd grown thinking that she was a cull among her kind, misborn and malformed because she had evolved into something new.

When Alec speaks, her attention refocuses on him once more. She is doing her best to calm down, but she's never considered that something like this would be possible. She'd been pulled someplace she knew nothing of, but that was strange and advanced. The feeling of magic had all but been snuffed around her and she'd been ripped from her own body and put into one wholly unfamiliar. In truth, she had no way of knowing that Alec was not one of Ma'ar's Mages or another that was responsible for any of this.

She swallows thickly, hunched into as small a form as she can make herself. She shakes her head at the mention of magic, speaking softly in her lilting tone.]

There doesn't feel to be any magic here... Muted and far away... [And then, because she's panicked and scared, she says the next by mind voice. Unaware she's done so, there's no knowing if he'll hear her or be able to respond.] :: Can't hear anyone... Can't reach Amberdrake or Vikteran or Father... I don't feel their magic anymore... I don't feel the magic of the land...:: [It was something as a species the gryphons were tied to. But this place was like a black hole and there was no trace of its own magic, either.

She had been speaking softly, but her attention holds on Alec.] Do you believe there are others here? Others that appeared in this place? [A fleeting chance that she might see a familiar face?]

[Part of Alec is furious that someone would do such a thing. He's seen horrors before, people twisted into some perversion of themselves and he had raged over that. But those individuals hadn't really known what had happened to them. They hadn't been changed and left to the fear and grief that such a change would cause.

That anger will be dealt with eventually, hopefully aimed at whoever had hurt her, but for now he keeps steady and hides it away. It won't help either one of them now. He has to be supportive and calm for her. If he knew her better, he'd pull her into a hug but that gesture might be dangerous since she might misinterpret his intentions.]

There has to be magic here. How else could they bring us here?

[What she says using her mind voice isn't picked up by Alec. His runes and training usually can keep others out of his thoughts.]

I've seen other people here. Some of them were probably brought here the same way we were. And I'm sure they're going to want to find ways to go home too.

Continued over here!

Edited 2015-04-08 15:44 (UTC)

THE TEST DRIVE MEME: MARCH - APRIL

Oh, I hope you're considering apping him! I'm canon blind, but he's lovely!!

Thank you! I just put his app in today

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