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

It's that time again!

→ Comment with a new character you'd like to test out in the game's setting. (put character/canon in subject line pls!)
→ You don't have to be in the game to comment! HI NEW PEOPLE LET US ENABLE YOU.
→ Tag around with new and old characters.
→ App all those characters
→ ???
→ PROFIT!

Holds for current players are here. Current cast list is here. If you're a new player and you'd like to place a 2-week reserve, you can do so here.

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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.]

Flat | Top-Level Comments Only

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?"

Mutant. Sarah was certain of it as her own name - more even. The feeling of a mutant was unmistakable. And this mutation...it was familiar.

Sarah studied the woman quietly for a moment, trying to place her, then her eyes widened. "Kitty?" The Katherine Pryde Sarah knew was a teenager, impulsive and energetic. Nothing like the self-possessed woman in front of her. But the feel of her was precisely right, and no two mutants ever felt so similar.

The only sign that Kitty might be surprised to hear her own name echoed back at her was a slight, balletic tilt of her head, but it came with a smile that was clear as the sky on a cloudless day.

"That's me," she answered and set the tray down. "Can I take that as an okay to sit? If you met the me that Emma knows, I promise, I can actually sit for more than two minutes."

"Oh, yes, please, sit down." Sarah pulled her notebook a bit closer to her, not that there was a lack of space at the table. But her habit was to take up as little room as possible. Challenging for someone as tall as herself. "I'm sorry, that was rude."

As she slid into her seat, Kitty raised both of her eyebrows almost comically high. "If you think that's rude, you definitely didn't grow up in a mansion full of mutant teenaged boys." She took the conversational pause to pour some coffee from the carafe for herself and offer a cup with a gesture.

It was possible that Kitty had forgotten Sarah's story, but unlikely. For all that the girl she knew was almost ceaselessly frivolous, she was also a genius and very little escaped her.

On the other hand, it wasn't like Sarah herself was important enough to remember. "No. I didn't. I grew up outside DC. My father was senior staff for Senator Kelly."

"Oh, wow."

Kitty's eyes widened a bit at the reference, but it wasn't a 'wow' of recognition clearly.

"I'm sorry. I don't actually know who you are, except your name. Sometimes that happens between different universes. I don't really know Emma very well in my world either. If you tell me some of the people you do know, we can probably find a connection point or two."

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