[ 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: Bucky Barnes | Marvel Cinematic Universe

[conflictedsoldier]

Bucky turned, glancing up at the woman as she approached. "He does?" The soldier stared back and forth between her and him, trying to wrap his mind around it. "He... He just knows everyone and everything?" It almost didn't make sense to him. With everything he had see, that seemed to fantastical.

He wondered if he'd died, coming here like this. There was an awkward smile on Bucky's face as he looked up at her. "This is... This place is different."

Re: Bucky Barnes | Marvel Cinematic Universe

[st_andsbetween]

She gave him an answering smile, shy and hesitant, like she was wary of drawing attention to herself. Impossible, given that she was fully six feet tall and built like a pin-up model.

"He does. I think he's a projection. But of what I'm not sure. There's a lot about the inn that doesn't make a lot of sense." She held out one hand, "I'm Sarah."

[conflictedsoldier]

"Sarah." Bucky said the name slowly, sounding it out as he stepped forward a little. Still having some manners, Bucky reached out and offered his good hand to hers. "James Barnes. People call me Bucky." It was an old nickname with a much older story attached to it that most would probably find boring. "I... I'm sensing that."

He motioned to the building around them. "I... I don't remember how I got here. I just... I had an urge to come inside. It's very different than anything I'd ever encountered," he murmured softly. "Maybe he's a programmed robot."

[st_andsbetween]

"Pleasure to meet you, Mr. B... Bucky." She caught herself. He wouldn't have offered his name if he hadn't expected her to use it. "I felt the same when I arrived. The best I can tell, he's not a robot. He doesn't...feel like it."

She hesitated, then elaborated. "I can sense things, about people. Humans, metahumans. As long as it's alive. He does feel like something, but I'm just not sure what."

[st_ranger]

"Sarah," he said softly. A small nod of the head to her, an awkward smile before he continued. There was something about her, he couldn't quite put his finger on it. The way she spoke, he wondered if she was shy. Or trying to appear shy to him. Bucky stepped closer, his eyes narrowing as he stared at the other person. "No, not a robot," he murmured. "No cybernetics visible in his eyes." Before he could think it through, Bucky reached out and pressed his fingers to the man's wrist. "There's a pulse. Huh."

He turned back to her. "Sense things. You're gifted too." It wasn't a question, it was a statement of fact. "Not sure what he is, but he has a heartbeat, so-" Bucky shrugged his shoulders. "I don't know."

[st_andsbetween]

"I'm a mutant." She said it quietly, but without shame. "I sense other mutants...or, well, I sense everyone. But mutants are easier. More distinct."

She watched Bucky without moving, her hands clasped in front of her. "Some people find that unnerving."