[ Meme ] August-September Test Drive Meme (TDM)

[st_aff]

It's that time again!

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Here, have a few helpful scenarios for test-driving. Feel free to ignore them and make your own.

I.
Wherever you were, you aren't any longer. You took a turn, a step, blinked and you're somewhere else entirely. A long dusty road leads from nowhere to an oasis (or a nightmare, depending on your taste) of pink and bright light in the midst of the scrub desert and there's nothing and no one else in sight. If you linger long enough on the road, one of the Inn's residents will find you, but you feel noticeably drawn to come inside.

The pink and gold lobby looks like a bunny puked Easter everywhere, and the guy at the reservation desk looks a sort of silly putty shade of pinkish grey. He knows you by name and has a room reserved for you, but other than offering you fresh towels, that's all he has to say. Chances are, one of the residents will intercept you before you talk to Darryl the shade. They'll give you a guest basket with toiletries and chocolates and whatever else Caroline thinks a newcomer needs, and explain (nicely) that you're stuck here, but hey, it's not so bad. It's pretty safe, anyway. At least... so far.

II.
The red, gold and gaudy pink of the Copper Cafe overflows with residents. It's morning, the one and only time nearly everyone finds themselves in the same space for a short window before going about their day. The scent of fresh coffee laces the air, mingling with the buttery aroma of fresh baked pastry. The shade who serves as a cook, Kahni, awaits any orders that include chicken (chicken, not eggs), and Carlos has staffed one of the residents who can cook to make anything else you'd like. Kitty's pouring drinks -- no reason not to drink bloody maries or mimosas on your permanent holiday. Grab a spot at the counter or take a seat at an empty table, now that you're a resident too, there's no better way to start your day.

III. Network
[ooc: Our network is text-based and magic journal. No computers yet. You see this suspiciously well-painted image appear in your network-journal. Uh-oh. Someone taught Lillith to meme.]

Comments

Dr. Martha Jones | Doctor Who

[storiesofmyown]

II.

Face drawn with exhaustion and skin dull with malnutrition, Martha wandered among the residents, bewildered by their casual attitudes. She carried a cup of coffee that she alternately guzzled and forgot to drink. Sure the bartender had told her earlier that it was safe here in this pocket dimension -- all well and good for some, but how was she meant to spread the word about the Doctor trapped where and whenever here was? And more importantly, how was she supposed to forget fire-cloud sky of Japan burning?

A small hovering drone (one of Kitty's though Martha didn't know it) buzzed by and Martha dove for cover, screaming "Get down!" It was pure reflex, though. Any second now, the Toclafane would blanket the room in deadly weapons fire.

Re: Dr. Martha Jones | Doctor Who

[st_ripetail]

"Yeah, hard pass on that one, humie." Rocket's tone wasn't entirely unsympathetic, because the woman's reflexes were actually not-bad. Like yeah, she was diving for cover because of what amounted to a toy, but if it had been an attack she'd've probably lived.

And... he got where she was. He really did. It'd taken years for him to get less twitchy, and he was still pretty twitchy. "I got rules about hidin' from fuckin' buzzy toys."

Kamekona | Hawaii 5-0

[st_artmyownbusiness]

Kamekona thought maybe he was still dreaming when he woke up from his little siesta in the back of his shrimp truck. He pulled himself up from where he was leaning against the counter and walked outside. The first thing he noticed that was missing was the ocean - hard to miss that one. His attention then turned to the Madonna Inn.

He squinted in the sunlight and put his hands on his hips. When he spoke, his Hawaiian accent was evident. "When I said I wanted to expand my business, I was thinking more the North Shore."

Re: Kamekona | Hawaii 5-0

[st_ellarnavigation]

Moana was slowly getting used to how strange most of the people here looked with their pale, pink skin and sharply defined features. In fact, she thought that she was almost over being homesick altogether.

So it was a shock to see someone who looked normal. Someone who could have been from home. Standing no more than a quick run from the front door of the inn.

She ran, dark hair flying. "Hey, cousin!" she called.

Nick Fury | MCU

[st_artingateam]

Nick remembered exactly what had happened after he sent out the emergency call. It was fucked up and he had no idea what the hell was going to happen, but if anyone could help, it would be her. But instead of nothingness (or the fiery pits of Hell like he assumed he'd be), Nick Fury found himself in some weird-ass dessert looking at some weird-ass Inn.

It didn't help, either, when the tall, one-eyed man walked through the lobby and saw all the pink and over-the-top decoration. He didn't look scared or startled or even surprised. He looked annoyed.

"What fresh hell have I found myself in now?"

Re: Nick Fury | MCU

[st_artliving]

"This is the Madonna Inn." When people started to arrive, Xavin had changed up her usual routine. Instead of settling near the coffee and waiting for people to ask, she made a series of small-ish cappuccinos, loaded them on a tray, and started circulating.

Hot beverages were calming, after all. "It is not hell, to my knowledge. Do you want a coffee?"

Bob The Skull l The Dresden Files

[harrys_skull]

Sitting in the lobby on the desk is a skull. It was old and brown covered with strange runs all over it. You shouldn't know how it got there and you shouldn't care. It's just sitting there like it's waiting for someone to come along.

Re: Bob The Skull l The Dresden Files

[st_makemeastone]

River wandered past once.

Then a second time.

Then she boosted herself up on the counter beside the skull and said, “Hello.”

[I have no idea if River can read ghosts in canon, but she has at the inn. Or she makes stuff up about what they want. Hard to tell with her.But for the purposes of this let’s says she can tell they are there and get a sense of them but not distinct thoughts. Feel free to say Bob is different and she gets nothing. In which case saying hi to a skull is still within her wheel house.]<\small>

John Smith | Doctor Who

[borntolove]

This is a dream; this has to be a dream. It's quite obviously another one of those very real but not really, real strange dreams. The one where he's that adventurer in the magic Blue Box; with two hearts, and that magic stick. Which upon closer inspection, John will find that he has the 'magic stick', a pocket watch but not two hearts.

Really, the only thing that is missing is that blonde girl that keeps walking away.

So - if this is a dream, John - or whatever the adventurer's name is - what would the adventurer do?

Re: John Smith | Doctor Who

[st_everybodylives]

“Hello sweetie,” the voice is a low pleasant drawl. The tone warm, amused and if he knew her possibly held a little bit of anticipation.

Axl Johnson | Almighty Johnsons

[st_andin4odin]

Axl sat up and his head was pounding - he had a wicked headache. He knew he shouldn't have let Anders convince him to drink the last three cans of beer, but he had and here he was.... naked except in a pair of tighty-whiteys and apparently in the middle of nowhere? This didn't look like anywhere in New Zealand at all. He stood up, blinked, and turned around a few times.

"What the hell?"

His eyes came upon the inn and he walked all the way to it, barefoot and mostly naked, hoping maybe this was still some weird dream. Except as he stepped foot into the lobby, hands in front of his undies-covered-junk, Axl knew this wasn't.

This was some freaky god shit.

Re: Axl Johnson | Almighty Johnsons

[st_ratagem]

"This looks like it's going to be a terrible day for you." Loki was, at times, easily distracted. And the sudden appearance of a mostly-naked human was much, much more interesting than a dry book on anatomy whose contents he already mostly knew.

Diana/Wonder Woman | DCU

[st_rongwoman]

The change from battlefield to silence was so jarring that Diana had to prevent herself from swinging her sword straight into someone. The blade stopped inches from the person's face. She pulled back and lowered her shield too. The look of surprised was muted, but present.

"Sorry," She said with a soft accent, "A moment ago I was not in the middle of... wherever we are."

Her eyes roamed the lobby of the Madonna Inn and scrutinized it.

"Is this some sort of sorcery?" She asked.

Re: Diana/Wonder Woman | DCU

[st_ripedfingers]

"Di--" Dick cut himself off before he said her name out loud. Just because his codename was one of the worst kept secrets in the Justice League didn't mean she'd want everyone knowing who she was (if they were missing eyes to see with).

"Hey," he offered with the same bright, beautiful smile he always gave her when he saw her. "Boy, am I glad to see you."

Ororo Munroe | Marvel Universe

[st_eampunk]

The whites of her eyes seemed to dominate her face as she called on the lightning to strike the ground in front of the large Sentinel approaching Cyclops. It was a training exercise but she knew that she couldn't lower her guard. The threat was real even in this imaginary arena.

There was a flash of electricity as the lightning hit its target, but when the flash dissipated, Ororo found herself not in the Danger Room but in a hotel lobby. Confusion marked her features as she spun slowly in a circle.

"Kurt?" Her first thought was that Kurt had teleported them out of the Danger Room to - someplace else.

Re: Ororo Munroe | Marvel Universe

[st_alksthroughwalls]

From the bar, Kitty saw the flash of lightning and thought Thor, but her gaze skimmed the bar and she saw him sitting and talking. Besides, he wouldn't use lightning in the inn. It could be almost anyone who had magic, but something in Kitty's gut tangled and tickled.

She slipped out from behind the bar into the lobby and... hoshit. White-eyed Storm.

Kitty didn't even pause to register they might be from different universes. Ororo in a power-boost was nothing to screw around with. "Hey, 'Ro!" she called and pasted on a big smile. Hey, 'Ro! You remember me, right? And even if she didn't, good chance it would get Kitty close enough to bring her down from the mental clouds before anything went wrong.

Mia | Humans

[st_accato]

II

Mia entered the cafe with the intention of getting a mug of coffee. Though as a synthetic, she didn't need one, it helped with the illusion that she was human. And she knew that others felt more comfortable around her if they had that illusion.

She smiled at the waitress in greeting and gave her order. As she turned her head to survey her surroundings, Mia felt her energy drop below acceptable parameters and knew it was time to charge. She spotted an outlet against the wall and moved to switch tables closer to it. Once seated out of the way and as subtle as possible, Mia plugged in her charger and waited for her coffee to arrive.

Re: Mia | Humans

[st_ripetail]

She looked like a humie, and it was real real good, but she didn't smell like one to Rocket's nose. She smelled like electricity and subtle metals to him, even if that was underneath more standard 'I am a bald gangling flesh thing' smells. Pretty good. And, in Rocket's engineer-judgement, completely intentional.

And that felt... gross, somehow. There weren't many reasons humies would want robots they couldn't tell were robots. Without asking for permission, he joined her at the table. "So you're new. You met the welcome wagon yet?"

Sarah Ryall | X-Men RPG Transfer

[st_andsbetween]

II

The first several hours had been bewildering, but with morning came a sort of peace. If they were indeed trapped here, then Sarah was going to have to begin as she meant to go on. So early that morning, she went down to the cafe and found a seat. In a notebook pulled from her purse, she started recording the people who might miss her and come looking once she had clearly vanished from Muir.

Emma. Warren. Pyro. Neal...

Re: Sarah Ryall | X-Men RPG Transfer

[st_alksthroughwalls]

Of the newcomers, the pretty blonde who knew Emma seemed the quietest, the most self-contained in a way. It was that, the fact that she seemed both shy and not shy somehow, that drew Kitty to her, more than her being a mutant. Which, granted, Kitty was assuming, but it seemed like a good assumption from how happy Emma seemed to see her.

So when she saw her sitting by herself that morning, Kitty plated up a couple of Emma's chocolate croissants and brought them with a carafe of coffee to the her table. "Hi." She offered a friendly smile. "Mind a little company?"

Rayojini | Burying the Shadow

[daughterofushas]

She was starving.

Those people in the Strangeling hadn't given her any real food no matter how much Rayojini had told them she wasn't eloim and now her head was swimming and she was still wearing this ridiculous red dress that under other circumstances she would have hated with every fiber of her being, but she just didn't have the energy to bother. Everything hurt.

For the time being, her world had shrunk down to the plate in front of her. Her pack was on the floor beside the ridiculous basket some excitable child had shoved into her hands--there hadn't been food, she would have devoured it immediately--some chicken and rice dish she didn't recognize.

Her hands shook as she made herself eat at a slow and measured pace. If she inhaled it like she wanted to, she would succeed only in making herself sick, and then ridiculous when she threw up all over the floor.

But with every beat of her heart, she felt a pulse of pain somewhere deep in her being as though something had been suddenly and violently torn out. The pulse said, Gimel. Gimel. Gimel.

Re: Rayojini | Burying the Shadow

[storiesofmyown]

Martha hadn't finished her medical exams, but she needn't have to recognize the signs of starvation on a body. Her own malnutrition wasn't a patch on the bone-deep hunger she saw in the eyes of the woman forcing herself to eat her meal instead of wolfing it. She'd had food, just not much, or any quality to speak of, in her walk around half the world.

It was mostly a sense of kinship that drew her to the other's table, a plate laden with fresh vegetables and fruit on her hand--not a kinship of color (although she'd not deny a pleasure in seeing skin a color closer to her own), but that of knowing hunger and living anyhow. Still, she wouldn't presume a welcome and only quietly cleared her throat. "Would you mind a spot of company? I find..." A small admission. "Conversation makes it easier to take it slow."

Constance Bonacieux D'Artagnan | BBC's The Musketeers

[st_eadiesthefour]

After all the goodbyes – Porthos and Brujon off for the front, Sylvie and Athos on their very important mission, and Aramis back to the palace – there was little to do but get back to work. The food wasn't going to cook itself after all, and rebuilding was hard work. But when she should have stepped from the bright sunlit courtyard to the dim of the kitchen, instead she found more bright sun. And sand and mountains and open space, where there should have been the garrison in the heart of Paris.

There buildings ahead, though, and Constance headed for them, chin up and back straight. Showing fear wouldn't help a thing. The buildings looked like none she'd seen before, but inside... the bright colors and gilding wouldn't have been out of place at the Louvre. The clothes the people wore, though, they were far too scandalous for court. Or anywhere.

"Excuse me?" she asked no one in particular, a hint of deference in her French accented speech.


((this is not the Constance who was here before. otoh, thanks to the wibbly wobbly of the inn, she also won't have the same language issues as before))

Re: Constance Bonacieux D'Artagnan | BBC's The Musketeers

[st_andsbetween]

The woman was like something out of a period piece, beautiful in an old world way. The soft accent suggested France, and the attitude suggested that she, like Sarah, was bewildered by the new situation. Feeling like this was something she could, at least, help with, Sarah took a step forward.

"Hello." She clasped her hands in front of her. "You speak French?" she added in that language.

Allison Argent | TEEN WOLF (transfer from City of Darrow)

[theresalwayshope]

I.

Allison was seriously pissed.

Not just because she'd been on her way to get dressed and head over to K.G.B. with Todd and Beta. No, she could deal with the fact that she had to trudge along this crappy dirt road on crutches, with one bare foot and her cast getting filthier by the second. She could even deal with the fact that she was doing so in cutoffs and a sports bra, which would raise a lot of questions if she ran into anyone that could get an eyeful of the scars littering her noticeably muscular bare arms and tattooed torso--among those being a couple of bullet grazes and plenty of old knife wounds. And that didn't even include the aged green and yellow bruise still marring her shoulder from the last bullet her body armor deflected.

What she couldn't handle was that Todd and Beta weren't there. What she couldn't handle was that she was somewhere very far away from her cozy apartment and her kaiju-loving surrogate brother and irrepressible adopted uncles--even Athos and his stupid grouchy face.

What she couldn't handle was being away from anything and everything she had left of Jason.

Storming up to the distant, well lit building--yes, storming on a pair of crutches and one bare foot, Allison was angry that all she had were her scars and the tattoo of a masked robin redbreast just below the left half of her collarbone. It was easier to be angry than to be scared or upset. It was safer to be angry, because angry kept her strong. She had Jason to thank for that, too.

She wasn't going to think about what she knew from living in Darrow--that she likely had no recourse. That she was likely stuck. Nor was she going to examine too closely the fact that she felt compelled to go forward rather than back, towards the distant pink monstrosity rather than away from it and, hopefully, somewhere closer to where she'd been a short while before.

No, Allison Argent was pissed off--and she was going to find someone to deck for it. Or, at the very least, someone to yell at.

Allison and Liz

[st_hotflashes]

There were so many things that ran through her head when Liz Parker saw the woman storming up to the building. She knew today was arrival day and she was working, but the woman looked so angry and yet so strong at the same time. That, and her lack of clothes, pushed Liz towards the entrance of the lobby. She held open the door as the girl drew closer.

"Do you need some help?" A look of concern spread across her face.

Wynonna Earp | Wynonna Earp

[bacondonut]

II.

Wynonna was in the same spot she had been the night before which was probably a miracle of sorts considering her penchant for getting into trouble when drinking. That or wandering around and just making lots of noise until she got whatever she wanted. Last night had been a strangely quiet night for the Heir though and she seemed to be keeping the streak going as she kept her head tucked down, resting on top of her folded arms and her features shielded with her long brown hair.

Of course, there was a good chance she was actually dozing at the moment and the steady, slow breathing would hint as much. Just a quick catnap though to shake off some of the mind (and body) numbing effect of all the whiskey she had been drinking the night before.

Wynonna and Allison

[theresalwayshope]

Allison was feeling pretty good, all things considered. She still didn't have her animals or her apartment or anything that mattered, but she did have one thing going for her.

The cast was gone. Ding, dong, the bitch is dead.

It was enough to sweeten her disposition considerably as she all but bounced into the room, smiling in greeting at the two or three faces she knew thus far from her brief stay. It lasts all the way up to the counter, where she slides into a seat next to the brunette on her right...who appeared to be asleep.

...right.

Flagging down a server, her cheerful voice cut through the slumbering silence at Wynonna's side.

"Hi! Can I get some pancakes and bacon? And, uh...more of the same for her. She's either going to be very hung over or very groggy, and I dunno if she's a coffee person..."

Arthur 'Artie' Nielsen | Warehouse 13

[st_opthat]

"You! Don't touch that." Artie slipped on his purple gloves and glared at the person getting ready to touch the artifact sitting deceptively innocent on the side table by the sofa in the lobby. There was no telling what this pocket dimension would do to it. Everything he knew about the artifacts went out the window. What was dangerous, now wasn't and vice versa. Luckily, he'd been sucked in to this pink hell with a canister of neutralizer.

"Very carefully take a few steps backward. That's Franz Mesmer's Magnets."

Re: Arthur 'Artie' Nielsen | Warehouse 13

[st_rongernow]

"Dude. Chill." Clarice said and held up her hands, but she took the requested steps backward. "What's so exciting about magnets that has your panties in a bunch?"

Max Guevara | Dark Angel

[st_grlskickass]

I.
These people's lives depends on the decisions that you make right now. I pray you make the right ones ... Max.

She prayed she'd made the right one, too. They were making a stand. No more shadows, no more hiding. Max knew that there would be reinforcements in the morning so she'd gone out to make a food run. She needed to grab as much as she could to last as long as it could before the government tried to starve them out.

A wanted poster caught her eye with her picture on it and Max pulled her hat down over her face as far as it would go without being too obvious. She scanned the area and found a group just getting ready to leave the sector. It should be easy enough to lose herself in that group so she could escape with the food. Hopefully the others with the same mission would have better luck than she did.

Max kept her head down, one foot in front of the other. She was two feet from her goal, when the broken surface of the blacktop suddenly turned into smooth blacktop of a parking lot. Her head shot up and her eyes narrowed. How did she get from a market area in Sector seven to a parking lot in front of some rich dude's playground? A rich dude with really bad taste.

Was this connected to Ames White? Was this connected to Sandman? What was this place?

She made her way into the lobby and made a face of horror at the decor. "Definitely not Psi Ops. No one would come up with this ugly of a place."

Re: Max Guevara | Alec

[st_x5_494]

His reaction when he saw Max should have probably been to walk up and hug her - he missed her that much. Or maybe his reaction should have been a surprised look on his face and a series of 'oh my gods' that he felt somewhere deep down where Manticore had showed him where to hide those feelings. And he had, for the briefest of moments, wondered if this wasn't some other Max look-a-like like there was Dean here or that Brad kid for Peter. There was just something about her and when she mentioned Psi Ops - there was no question.

Alec leaned against the wall behind where Max was and crossed his arms over his chest. "I don't know. It strikes me as a really good psychological torture device." He put his hands up briefly to mimic someone breaking "'Okay, I'll tell you anything, just not another shade of pink'."

Myka Bering | Warehouse 13

[st_illdetailed]

II

Myka wandered through the streets aimlessly, tears rolling down her face. She passed by people and they seemed friendly enough, but Myka couldn't help but wonder why they were here, why she was here? Myka knew that she was safe here, she was told, but she would have figured it out on her own. She was good that way. Myka thrived in knowing the details of any situation she was in, but how was she supposed to be safe when the world had ended?

A long low sound came from her stomach and Myka realized for the first time she was hungry. How can she even think about food, when she left so much destruction behind?

Re: Myka Bering | Warehouse 13

[st_andalone]

Juliana recognized that small sound of hunger, having appeased one just like it not that long ago. She tried to catch the woman's downcast eye, "Hi." Her voice was softly modulated.

James Cole | 12 Monkeys (tv)

[meredevachon]

Cole sipped a whiskey sour. Yeah, it was morning, who cared? "Is there any way I could get a cheeseburger?" he asked. Before he could get an answer, there was a crash and shatter of plates being dropped, and he turned in time to see a redhead blush, cover her face with her hands and rush back toward... the kitchen maybe? To get something to clean up the mess?

He didn't know what had gone wrong. Why he was here, now. Why he was anywhere, anywhen. But if he was gonna be stuck in another loop, he was going to take his time, enjoy it while he could.

Re: James Cole | 12 Monkeys (tv)

[st_arkravinghazelnut]

"To answer your question, if you ask the right people." Tony raised his voice enough to be heard a few seats down once the dust settled. He was picking idly at a croissant, giving himself another few minutes to feel hungry enough to finish it. Thor had been on him about eating a proper meal in the morning to fuel his fighting spirit, but just watching the large man eat made Tony feel bloated.

"If not? You want protein, hope you like chicken. Or chicken. Or, if you don't like chicken, there's always the chicken."

Steve Rogers | MCU

[st_evengrantrogers]

I.

Steve climbed off his motorcycle and started up toward the building. Running on nearly empty, he finally had to stop and ask for directions. He'd been on the road for hours and hours, and found himself completely and entirely lost. It wasn't the first time something like this had happened--and paper maps were an obsolete relic only slightly younger than he was. Natasha had shown him a couple of times how to use the map application on his phone, but he still wasn't used to the thing.

This place looked interesting, and there were plenty of lights on in the windows. A sure sign of life. There must be someone inside who can help him find his way back to the interstate. Steve wasn't sure about things, though, as he headed inside the pink lobby. The concierge knew his name (then again, who didn't?) and insisted that he had a room here in this hotel.

Curiouser and curiouser. Instead of arguing the point, Steve gave a gentle, "thank you" and took the proffered key. Best to avoid conflict. Maybe there was someone else here that could help him figure all of this out. He turned to look around the lobby, wishing that he'd taken up Tony on the offer for more training on the blasted pocket computer.

Re: Steve Rogers | MCU

[st_james]

The man in the lobby looked almost exactly how he himself had felt when he'd arrived. Confused, and full of questions. Because Kitty would appreciate him making the effort he approached. Not that he would tell Kitty anything about this.

"Just checking in?" his accent was clearly British, and his entire demeanor, despite his decision to be helpful came off a bit stiff.

Juliana Crain | Man In High Castle

[st_andalone]

II.

Juliana hadn't been at the Inn long, but she was very used to the concept of different realities, so her adjustment wasn't as difficult as some might think. What was difficult for her, was getting used to a place that wasn't controlled by Nazis or Imperial Japan. It felt a little like the Neutral Zone, but there wouldn't have been this nice of a place to stay there.

Her time as a fighter in the Resistance Underground in the Nazi controlled East Coast had allowed her to eat much better than the Japanese controlled Japanese Pacific States of her birth. Despite that, the smell of food, still was able to make her stomach growl. She took a seat at the cafe, ordered a small meal, and tried to figure out how to use the 'magical' journal.

Magic was definitely not something that Juliana was used to.

Re: Juliana Crain | Man In High Castle

[st_andingtall]

Sam had come in for breakfast the way he did every morning. He scanned the cafe for his girlfriends and seeing neither, looked for his brother, his mother, or his adopted sister. They all seemed to be asleep still or busy talking to newcomers, and there did seem to be a lot of them today.

One of the new faces was sitting alone with her journal, and she looked a little puzzled. He tended to avoid giving the welcome speech, because he was huge and occasionally sort of terrifying. But the journals had been his and Corbie's project, so this was something he could help with.

"Hi," he said, paused to blow on his coffee to cool it. "Journal network giving you trouble?"

Erik Lehnsherr | X-men cinematic | RP transfer

[frankensteinian]

I.

It happens in an instant, so fast that he barely registers that it's happening. A walk along one run-down road turns into a walk along a different run-down road, and then before he even knows where he is, he's standing in an inn. But not the inn he knows, and not the one he was heading for.

Some might think it strange to see a bearded man (trimmed, at least, if not shaved; he hasn't completely given in to his wild side) gaping at the scene around him, but they'll have to forgive him. The decor is nausea-inducing, and then there's the fact that he hasn't seen electricity in almost two years.

His clothes (plaid shirt, white T-shirt, jeans, and hiking boots) are dirty, but not so dirty that it looks like he hasn't made an effort at keeping them clean. He's done the best he could. Slung over his shoulder is a battered backpack.

Once he's done gaping at the lights and all the other things he hasn't seen in years, then his expression turns wary. Random relocations to new places? That can't be good. Are they messing with him again? Why didn't he come through the fountain this time?

Re: Erik Lehnsherr | X-men cinematic | RP transfer

[st_artliving]

He looked rougher than most new arrivals, so Xavin ducked back into the bar area and doctored a few more of the coffees on her tray with liquor. The Inn was a lot even for those who handled things well.

She also made sure to approach from an angle easily visible in peripheral vision. She remembered being jumpy on arrival, just because it was so different. "Hello, new person. Please take a coffee if you want one. Some have alcohol."

Bucky Barnes | Marvel Cinematic Universe

[conflictedsoldier]

The doors of the hotel lobby slid open easily to allow the man to step inside. His eyes were wide and he looked around the room with much trepidation. Bucky looked skittish as he stared at everyone and everything. He didn't approach anyone, didn't have a conversation with anyone and just seemed to stare. One good, human hand would reach out to explore things with his fingertips, a curious expression in his eyes.

His other hand, a metal one, hung gently at his side.

He looked messy. Dirty hair and scruffy clothes, the man looked like he had been on the run a long time. Moving over to the side, he gazed at the person handing out keys with an almost wary glance. While he might have wanted answers, he wasn't sure that this was the way to find them. And yet, he had felt such a strong pull to come into the building, like he had no other choice.

Finally, he made his way up to the desk, being greeted by someone who knew his name. His shoulders tensed. Was someone after him? "Huh?"

Bucky/Liz

[st_hotflashes]

Being on duty for arrival day meant Liz had to keep her eye open and so, when she saw someone she recognized - barely, but she did from Peter's video - she walked over tentatively. He looked... dangerous. Not that there weren't dangerous people at the inn, but he looked like maybe he came here at a bad time.

"Um.. excuse me?"

Owen Harper | Torchwood

[geniusmind]

The pull. He'd felt it before. When he'd died, the first time, he'd felt that pull. He'd talked about it once with Jack, only once and then they'd never mentioned it again. The pull to the darkness. The blackness. The nothingness. Heaven. Hell. Lies made up by people thinking they knew what was right. A strange feeling of Christian mythos that he'd even clung to when he was growing up, once upon a time. Now? He knew there was nothing there but the dark. He'd been lucky enough to escape it once, pulled back by a glove.

Now? The pull was a different one. Owen Harper stepped through the doors and into the lobby of the hotel. His hands were dug into the pockets of his black leather jacket and his eyes narrowed as he glared around the lobby. Not heaven. Not hell. Not the darkness.

"Where the bloody hell am I," he murmured softly to himself.

There was a hesitance in his step as he made his way up to the desk. That in and of itself was rare to anyone who would know him. He didn't do hesitant or scared. To anyone who saw him and really knew him, he was a cocky asshole before being anything else. Oh, he was a good doctor and very bright. He could also be a shit.

"What the hell is this place then, eh?"

Re: Owen Harper | Torchwood

[st_huntermom]

"Some people are calling it an alternate reality, or another dimension." Mary saw him come in and he had that 'new arrival' way about him. She leaned against the desk to look non-threatening and offered him a smile.

"Sorry, but you're not where you were a moment ago."

Maria DeLuca | Roswell

[st_rongliketeflon]

Max Evans did not just kiss Tess Harding at the prom. Maria was seething as she hung up the phone in her room after telling Liz she would be right over. Maria couldn't understand how Max could even think of doing something so terrible to Liz. A part of her wanted to find his stupid face and slap him, but right now her best friend needed her.

She reached for her jacket and told her mother she was going to the Crashdown. When she pushed through the doors of the Crashdown, Maria froze. Instead of an alien-themed diner, she was met with pinks and patterns as far as the eyes could see. It took a full minute for Maria to react and when she did, her whole body reacted.

"Oh my God. Oh my God" She said quickly.

Maria turned and opened the lobby door and walked out into the desert. Her eyes went wide and she squeaked. Maria hurried back into the unfamiliar lobby.

"Oh my God, Oh my God, Oh my God," She said, feeling her heart racing.

Maria tried to focus on her breathing. She closed her eyes. She moved her hands up as she inhaled and away from her as she exhaled. She did this several times, but it was not helping.

"Oh my God." She repeated again.

Maria/Alec

[st_x5_494]

The only reason Alec didn't make some sort of quip about 'that's what all the girls say when I'm around' because of the new person's age. He had no interest in teenage girls like that.

"Having a moment?" Probably not helpful either.

He decided to try and look less threatening by leaning on the back of a couch.

1 or 2, take your pick :D

[madhatmaker]

Jefferson wandered through the hotel, glancing around at everything and focusing on nothing in particular. His eyes were wide as he stared, trying to wrap his mind around all that he saw. While he was a man who had traversed many kingdoms, he'd never seen something quite like this. The pink alone made him want to retch just to change the color scheme.

It reminded him of Wonderland.

While his face was neutral, almost impassive, his mind was whirling as he glanced around the hotel. He began to look for ways to escape and other entrances or exits in the lobby. Not finding one, he would make his way to the cafe as well. He blinked at what he saw, though he really should not have been surprised by more pink and red.

One minute, he had been in Storybrooke, only to find himself here instead. There was no portal to jump through and no magic bean, so how did he actually arrive here? One hand reached up to his head, frowning when he felt no hat there. Jefferson struggled to remain calm and not roll his eyes.

"Well, this is curiouser and curiouser, one would say..."

Re: 1 or 2, take your pick :D

[st_huntermom]

"that's one way of putting it." Mary offered as smile. She had been on her way to refill a basket of cookies when she saw the man and heard his words. She held out the small tray of oatmeal raisin and chocolate chip cookies.