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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.

Flat | Top-Level Comments Only

[Merlin doesn't flinch or move back when Gabriel leans in. The agent simply stands his ground, not a hint of uncertainty in his eyes as he listens to that reply. If anything there's only a smidge of exasperation. Another crazy psychopath. Valentine had been of a similar vein, and now they had one coming from the religious angle. Just what everyone really wanted in a place where people couldn't escape.

He watches Gabriel seemingly relax and start talking again, storing away the mention of a mess for later. use.]

I'm in the UK. There have been no invasions on-going though. You must have your earths mixed up.

Or you're simply living in some sort of bubble.

[A shrug.]

To be fair I think it was... 2022 when the Americas finally lost word from any of you, and I'll leave that to your imagination.

[A small smirk and he'll sip his tea in contemplation.]

I suppose its entirely possible you're from a different version though. I hear there are many.

I can tell you now that had there been any kind of invasion, I would have caught word of it.

[2022 was definitely some time off, and the idea of something so heinous happening that it would cause the Americas to lose contact was definitely up there. Nothing short of a nuclear strike would cause that, so it definitely has Merlin's imagination ticking.

At least he isn't stupid enough to let it get the better of him, it's merely considered with idly curiosity.]

Possible. There seems to be a lot of that going around in this place.

[His brows raise.]

Really? Does that make you a soldier of some kind?

[That question simply gets a raised eyebrow and a look. If Merlin had a pound for every time someone asked that... well, he'd be much richer.]

I'm not a soldier. And you don't strike me as one either.

[Gabriel has to wonder if this particular human was just itching to be slaughtered with some of the sniping comments. Why is it that even if he doesn't know a being they still tend to be rude for no good reason. It's not like he outright insulted him, though perhaps some were just defensive when you said their entire race were worthless.

There's a moment where his brows furrow, at first taking the comment as an insult but then smirking softly to himself.]

You're right, I'm no mere soldier. I'm a General in God's army. Have you figured out who or what I am yet? I've given you quite a few clues.

[A general in God's army. Merlin won't even bother hiding the skeptical look on his face. This was above and beyond religious nutter. The question now was if he should go along with it not to see where the madness went, and if there was even any logic in there.

That and the small chance that should they be from the same world then the information could be useful. And if not, well it'd be useful for keeping note of to use in future.]

I've already said I don't believe in God. That and considering there's seven, my chances of getting it right first go would be slim.

[A satisfied nod at that. So he was picking it up even if he was obviously skeptical about what he was saying. In the end Gabriel doesn't care if the man believes him or not. Until he could work out what sort of limitations were placed on him, and he's sure there's some because he can feel it, there's no need pushing the issue.]

That's alright. He doesn't believe in you either.

[A halfsmile as if it were meant as a playful joke. It's clearly not.]

Oh, c'mon, not even a guess? I'll give you three, that's fair.

[Merlin actually takes a moment to look Gabriel over, taking in not only the appearance of armor, but also how the other looks. Seems human to him, but then who knew in a place like this? That being said, Merlin doesn't like to make baseless guesses and even though there are three being offered, the odds are against him. It's that which has Merlin shaking his head.]

Give me a good reason why I should be remotely interested in playing your guessing game.

[Gabriel gives a small, exasperated sigh, disappointed at how stubborn this man is.]

Simply because we have literally nothing better to do.

THE TEST DRIVE MEME: MARCH - APRIL

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