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.

Comments

Roxy Morton | Kingsman: The Secret Service | Ota

[atleastthegirlsgotballs]

[a;]
Breakfast. The most important meal of the day and apparently the only meal of the day. She had been warned when she got here of course, though no one warned her about the tea. Upon first sip of her normal morning brew she paused, looking mildly offended by the a) lack of heat and b) lack of strength that one might think she would spit it out. After a moment she swallowed it down and looked at the lukewarm mess in her cup with distaste. "Oh for fucks sake..."

The tea was sat down again, abandoned.

The coffee she was advised on already, so a cup of coffee was added to her tray with the plan to drink it last when possible. It wasn't much of a meal, the oatmeal and fruit that she did take up, but it would hold her over for the day, as would the two oranges she swiped.

Honestly this wasn't the strangest thing to deal with, other than being whisked away and dropped on a floor of a dirty old hotel and left to fend for herself. It almost seemed as if Merlin had put them through worse, and Percival had ran her though her own hoops.

Okay, no, this place was getting to her. No doors? Rain always falling? She was still on the hunt for a way out, but there was no sense starving herself as she did it.


[b;]
Never trust a lift when you don't trust the environment you are currently trapped in. Especially one so... old. When the doors opened, clearly inviting her to take this lift up instead of the stairs, she paused only to peek into it.

It was indeed old. Very old. Old and not at all her cup of tea. Roxy refused to get ON the lift, but she looked into it curiously, cautiously. For all she knew it would snap and fall, trying to cut her damn fool head off for leaning this far into it in the first place.

"I don't think so..." She said more to herself, drawing back and frowning at it. What's four floors? Running up that many flights was nothing at all. Better that then a death drop in an old lift.