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

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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.]

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Mother in law jokes were universal.

"This is the Madonna Inn in California." She liked the name of the realm. It flowed in ways that felt familiar. "I'm Moana of Motonui."

Neither told Fury much of anything, but he took both of them in nonetheless. "Okay. Well, I'm Nick from New York. We both got great alliterations, but none of this tells me how the hell to get back home or if I'm dead."

"Not dead, at least, I don't think so. There are ghosts, so it seems like if they're dead, we can't be. But we also can't leave."

It was like being trapped behind the reef all over again, sometimes.

"You know, Moana from Motonui, you're not exactly filling in the blanks here, or giving me much to work with." He could picture Hill's disapproving look and some sort of 'she's just a kid' comment, so he paused, sighed, and pinched the bridge of his nose.

"Sorry, it's been a long day and it looks like it's going to get even longer."

Moana smiled slightly. "I'm sorry. There's not really any good answers to your questions. It's easier to learn as you go in my experience because none of the answers make sense until you do."

She turned and gestured toward the desk. "Everyone who arrives already has a room assigned to them. But you have to find your own role in the Inn. Nothing's set in stone."

"Nothing's ever set in stone, I'll agree with you there." He knew from experience this to be the case. Not even death was set in stone anymore. The fact that apparently everyone here at this Inn seemed complacent told Fury more than he needed to know - none of it was pleasant.

"I think I might go with the role of 'find a way to get us the hell out of this place'."

Moana nodded. "That's an important one. If the answer was the ocean, I could help but...I fish instead. It makes me feel like I'm doing something at least."

"I didn't see an ocean when I walked to this pink fun house." He surveyed the lobby again. "But if we're really somewhere in California, then I suppose it's possible." Hill was always saying he should take vacation somewhere sunny. He supposed now he had to listen to her advice whether he wanted to or not.

"It's over the mountains," Moana explained, "about two hours west. With a bike, it's close enough that I can manage a good sail and fishing before I have to come back."

"Before you have to come back." He caught that turn of phrase. "Have to>?"

Moana sighed. "For some reason, we can't go any more than four hours away from the Inn. You just sort of...come back. It's very strange."

"Sounds like some sort of time distortion." This was really more Banner's thing. Fury sighed just a little. "This place just keeps getting better and better." He already hated it here.

"You ever hear the name Stark before? Or Thor? Bruce Banner?"

There weren't so many people in the Inn that it was possible to miss them and Moana was well-trained in remembering a vast number of names and faces. "Not Bruce Banner. But Stark and Thor are are the names of two of the people here." She considered who she was used to them associating with. "I think they knew Peter Parker too."

That wasn't the worst team to work with, but it definitely lacked some brain power. Banner's absence would definitely slow things down.

"And there are others here too, right?" Maybe someone else with useful skill sets. Nick was never one to miss an opportunity. "And of them strike you as particularly interesting?"

That was an interesting question. If he wanted to leave, then he wanted the most educated ones. The ones who did the things that Moana did not know. "There are more than 50 people here. Many of them have interesting skills. Kitty Pryde builds ...metal birds. She calls them drones. So did Percy de Rolo, though his looks more like a real bird. Dorian has magic and so does Regina. Rocket is very clever. And Xavin is a god like Thor."

He took all this in and filed away the names again - and didn't look surprised at all with the mention of magic. For a little girl, she had some good intel.

"Thank you for being so... forthcoming. Now, if you'll excuse me, I guess I have a few people to find about these... metal birds."

"Good luck." Moana gave him a wave.

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