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

[st_aff]

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

[bacondonut]

Almost immediately the brunette sat up with a gasp as her hand went to her hip and grasped for something that wasn't there. She was left grasping for a second longer as she looked around with a confused frown, trying to get a sense of her surroundings until her memories came back to her in a rush.

Then she groaned as she leaned against the bar, eyeing the bottle in front of her before glancing over at the young woman sitting beside her. Shit, when had she appeared?

"Did someone mention coffee?" She asked with a grumble, propping her head up as she blinked slowly in an attempt to clear the cobwebs from her mind.

[theresalwayshope]

"Add a coffee." Allison murmured to the server with a smile as the woman next to her came alive. As the server departed, Allison folded her arms along the edge of the counter with a smirk, watching the woman tried to wake herself up.

"Do you make a habit of drunk crashing in bars and cafes?" she asked with a laugh. "Or were you celebrating something?"

[bacondonut]

"Only sometimes." Wynonna wrinkled her nose as she smacked her lips, obviously tasting something that wasn't all that pleasing to her senses. It was enough to have her grabbing the partially filled glass of whiskey and downing it in a gulp like that would make things better. Which it did.

She didn't want to admit that she had gotten used to having people back home who would make sure she got to bed because those words were just too painful to utter at the moment. It also pissed her off and no one needed her to be surly this early in the morning. Heh.

"But no, I wasn't celebrating. I was trying to deal with the shitshow this situation is."

[theresalwayshope]

It hurt a little, but Allison found herself smiling as she watched the woman wrestle with morning mouth, wash it away with some whiskey, then grump at her. She wasn't as gallant, but the expression on her face reminded her eerily of Athos. She'd never seen him this hung over, but she'd seen him down a few in the short time they'd known each other.

"Pro tip? Booze just makes it worse." she advised, reaching over to swipe the bottle and taking a swig--them grimacing and setting it back down. Near her elbow. And not that of her new friend.

She could be devious when she had to be.

"I'm more a fan of solving my problems with my fists." Allison went on. "Well, them or my knife. or my bow...or my gun..."