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

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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.]

Comments

Re: Dr. Martha Jones | Doctor Who

[meredevachon]

The splinter suit wasn't working. It seemed like it was working, but it didn't matter when or where Cassie programmed for, it never sent her any further than the bubble around this hotel that was nothing like the Emerson. There was no sign of Cole. Or Athan. Or any of the others who had been family but were now hunting them. Cassie needed to stop and think, to make a plan of what to do next. But this place had coffee and decent booze and food, all things that had been in short supply in 2046.

She was just entering the cafe when the woman shouted a warning, and Cassie was diving for cover before the words registered on a conscious level. In the next moment she had her pistol drawn, and she scanned for threats, seeing only... a drone?

Re: Dr. Martha Jones | Doctor Who

[storiesofmyown]

Seconds passed, then a minute. No fire, no screaming. Her hip hurt where she'd landed on it. Her pulse raced, and though she knew what she wouldn't see, Martha took another twenty seconds to open her eyes.

When she did, as she'd expected, she saw nothing but a few people staring at her and a woman across the room looking around frantically with a gun drawn.

Sighing shakily, Martha stood and moved slowly toward the blonde. "It's all right. I... thought I saw something. But it's not what I thought. I'm really sorry I scared you, too."

Re: Dr. Martha Jones | Doctor Who

[meredevachon]

When the expected threat turned out to be nothing, Cassie stood, holstering her gun, but not securing the strap yet. "No. It's... all right. It's understandable, being a little jumpy finding ourselves somewhere, somewhen else suddenly." Or at least not the where and when Cassie meant to suddenly be.

She offered the other woman her hand. "Dr. Cassandra Railly. Or Cassie, if you prefer."