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

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→ Comment with a new character you'd like to test out in the game's setting. (put character/canon in subject line pls!)
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→ Tag around with new and old characters.
→ App all those characters
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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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"Your nose?" Mia looked at him curiously. "I smell different to you?" She'd assumed that he'd known she was different because of the charger. She didn't hide that she was a Synth. It was interesting that she smelled different to him.

"Yeah, a little. I mean, mostly humie. Any humie'd prob'ly be fooled, but t'me, you're... well, I know that fuckin' smell." Briefly, Rocket pulled the collar on his jumpsuit aside to flash one of his implants. He knew what advanced robotics and cybernetics smelled like.

Normally, he kept that shit on hard lockdown. But somehow he kind of wanted to play actual welcome wagon. For once.

"You were created, too." Mia said it as fact. Just as she was created. She knew that there were children that were synths, were there animals, too?

"Are you a synth?"

"You mean a robot like you? Nah." Would it be easier if he was? There'd be fewer nightmares, Rocket was pretty sure. "Pretty sure I just useta be a little four-legs animal thing. I dunno, though. Coulda been grown or fabricated or whatever, I wouldn't fuckin' know. I don't remember before I started gettin' brain shit spliced in." Or however they did that.

Mia realized then what Rocket was like and she smiled. "You are like Leo. He is part human and part synthetic. When he was a child, he almost drowned, and his father made him part synthetic to save his life."

Though she suspected that David Elster wanted to prove that he could more than to save his son's life.

Mia had been created to take care of Leo and she had saved him from the submerged car that his mother tried to commit suicide in with Leo beside her.

It was on the tip of Rocket's tongue to claim, loudly, as he had so many times before, ain't nothin' like me 'cept me! But he had to admit robot girl had a decent point. In her sense yeah, he was like that. "I dunno why I got made. Didn't leave anybody alive t'ask either."

"In my world, there were only five synths that had consciousness from the beginning. We were created by David Elster." She unplugged herself, now that the charge was complete. "But a program was written, one that would give consciousness to all synths. It was activated."

He was probably the only one that would truly understand what it must have been like for them to 'wake up'. "We were trying to find them, to help them understand what happened when I came here." Her green eyes caught his, "I am sorry that you didn't have that when you woke."

Rocket's ears, always betrayers of his actual feelings, flattened briefly. Had anybody ever actually said that before? Not 'I'm sorry horrible shit happened' but 'I'm sorry nobody helped you with the worst part'.

It was... nice.

He shook his head slightly and at least for now decided he didn't want to upset the sweetheart robot chick by explaining how long his 'waking up' had taken. Every day able to remember more and process more, all of it pure shit. "Yeah, well, I figured it out. Thanks though. Why were you awake from the start? Shits an' giggles?" 'Awake' was better than not, but Rocket of all creatures understood the depth of alone that came with it.

"We were given consciousness from the start to prove that he could and to take care of his son. The other synths that were created to be 'dollies'." She hated that term, "were not. They were to take care of the tasks that humans didn't want to do. Jobs such as work deep in the mine or cleaners."

"Yeah, well. The stuff I got built t'do, I'm pretty fuckin' sure I'm doin' it. Just for me an' not for whoever." Rocket gestured at the cannon on his back, still always with him if only because he didn't want to give Spider Kid's Roommate access to mess with it.

Mia looked at the weapon, "you are a soldier." That made sense since governments viewed synths or synth hybrids as expendable. "As long as you are doing it because you wish to and it makes you happy, that is all anyone would want you to do."

Rocket laughed. "Lemme tell ya, sister, nobody makes me do anythin' I don't wanna do. So yeah. I'm doin' what I wanna do." Happiness was more complicated, but... mostly, yeah. If he could keep from getting yanked out of places the second he got used to them and dumped somewhere else. "D'you take your own advice? Doin' what you want an' what makes you happy or whatever?"

"I am. Finding my brothers and sisters and helping them with their new emotions and feelings is what I want to do." It was a step. She also wanted to live among humans to get them to accept synths. Let them see that they were like them in many ways.

"Sucks you're stuck here, then. Nobody here like you but you." Rocket knew that one, but Mia seemed pretty calm. She hadn't freaked out and set anybody on fire, or gone on a petty crime spree, or any of the things Rocket did when he was upset.

"That's all right. I know my brother Max and sister Niska will take care of them. Niska and I were on our way to meet synths when I arrived here." Mia had faith in her siblings to continue the work even when she wasn't there.

"Are you a soldier here?" She asked him curiously, "are there battles?"

"Nah, 's pretty dead here. I mostly build random shit an' drink." Honesty! "Sometimes shit happens, but it's pretty rare."

This made Mia consider the future at the inn. Perhaps he could help her. "Are you good at repairing things and finding parts that I might need to keep me going here?"

"Hell yeah I am!" He'd kept the Milano going, back even before Gotham. He'd helped Jemma and Sanctuary with shit there. Even though the Inn was stuck in Earth's past, there were ways to get stuff.

And he was smart enough to figure out how not to hurt Mia if she needed repairs or maintenance. It probably wasn't just a matter of 'pop of a panel and dick with some cords'. "I build shit all the time."

Mia smiled softly, "hopefully, I won't need much maintenance or parts, but since I can't rely on my brothers and sisters for scavenging what's need here, I was hoping someone would be able to."

"I'll help you," Rocket promised immediately. No need to think about it. "Made things gotta stick together, right?"

She would have leaned her forehead against his as she did her other brothers and sisters, but she knew that he would not understand the show of affection. Instead, she smiled. "Thank you, brother." Because in Mia's mind they were brother and sister. Made things had to stick together.

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