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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"Besides my appetite? Not much." Tony turned over the buttery and flaky exterior in the prongs of his fork. It had gone cold by this point. He tore off a piece and dipped it in his coffee to up the appeal.

"Can't beat the price, I guess." He tossed the stranger a thin smirk. Encountering someone newer than he was, for once, was oddly reassuring. Hopefully he was better at coping than Tony had been his first week. "Same things with the drinks. Want top shelf? Hoist sails. Don't even have to tip. I tried."

A few years ago, Cole would've... This would've been heaven. Now, after everything... maybe it was supposed to be, but without Cassie, there was no way. But she had the life he always wanted for her; he had to focus on that.

Instead, he looked around the cafe again, and took another sip of his drink. Whiskey sours really were the best. "This is maybe going to sound like a weird question, but I've been trying to figure it out, and I'm stumped. What year is this?"

"That varies from person to person." Tony answered nonchalantly. Turning his head, he gave the man sitting down the counter a once-over. His fashion sense and general manner suggested late-oughts, at the earliest, but there was simply no way to be sure. "For all intents and purposes, consider yourself a prisoner of the 1990s."

Turning back to his pastry, Tony tore off another piece. "Worse decades out there."

The 90s. Yeah, that sounded about right. Moscow, 1993, With Cassie. That was the only time Cole had been to the 90s.

Worse decades. Cole made a huff sound in his throat that was maybe supposed to be a laugh. "Preaching to the choir, man. There are way worse decades. Believe me, I know."

"Oh, yeah?" Tony prompted the other man with a sideways glance. "Tony. By the way. Tony Stark." Either he would recognize him or he wouldn't. Either suited Tony fine at this point. At the very least, this newcomer didn't seem unhinged or deliberately cagey.

"If we're keeping track, I'm a 70's baby. Got yanked out of 2017. Adjustment period is rough, but you get over it."

Another of those half-laughs. "I think I can adjust to living in the nineteen nineties." He'd done okay adjusting to the eighteen nineties, after all, and a lot of other times too.

The name didn't mean anything to Cole, and as long as this Tony guy wasn't Primary or one of the Monkeys, his probably wouldn't mean anything either. "James Cole. People call me Cole."

"Cole." Tony turned his head back towards the man with a faint smirk. "Or should I call you The Doctor? You're taking this time-hopping business like a champ."

Tony had often been accused of not paying enough attention to other people. That wasn't true at all--Tony actually paid a fair bit of attention. He simply didn't flatter the parts that didn't interest him.

Cole frowned. That sounded like maybe one of those references he should know, if he was from the same time as this guy, but growing up in the apocalypse he missed out on. But since he didn't know, take it straight.

"No, uh... Cassie's a doctor. Not me." The time-hopping, though. Well, damn. It wasn't like the truth could be much stranger than showing up here. "But it's not my first splinter. Past, future, I've been all kinds of places... Times... Whatever."

'And I was right? Not bad, Iron Man.' Playing it off, Tony merely shrugged. Aliens, dimensional screwery, why not a time-traveler or two? He was waiting for one to show up in his own world at some point.

"You some sort of...secret time-traveling agent? Like a temporally-empowered James Bond?" He gestured at Cole expectantly.

James Bond Cole had heard of. A little. He ran a hand over his beard.

"When I'm from... in 2018 somebody released a virus. Within months, seven billion people were dead. Those of us were were left, the immune, we got by however we could. Until some scientists," Jones. What happened to you when I wound up here?, "found something. A machine, started in your time, finished in mine. They sent me back to try to... stop the guy behind it before he could release the virus. Things ended up being a hell of a lot more complicated than anybody expected. Not exactly James Bond shit."

Tony watched him as he spoke--if he could do nothing else, he could give the man the respect of his attention. Cole had appeared off in another realm, but this was something even more intense (to put it mildly) than what Tony had been imagining.

"...Yeah. A bit above Bond's pay grade shit." He took a slow, meditative sip of his coffee. "Sorry to say, you ending up here won't make things any less complicated."

"Mother Nature doesn't like it when you rearrange her furniture." It was something Katarina had said, way back at the beginning of it all. She'd been talking about paradoxes, but Cole wondered if it worked for bubbles of space that weren't connected to anything. "I don't know what I'd do if thing weren't complicated at this point."

"Go mad from the deafening peace, perhaps?" Tony replied knowingly, pushing his plate away to lace his fingers and stretch out. "Bourbon helps it go down nice and smooth. Next round's on me, if you like."

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