[ 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

[st_ripetail]

"Yeah, hard pass on that one, humie." Rocket's tone wasn't entirely unsympathetic, because the woman's reflexes were actually not-bad. Like yeah, she was diving for cover because of what amounted to a toy, but if it had been an attack she'd've probably lived.

And... he got where she was. He really did. It'd taken years for him to get less twitchy, and he was still pretty twitchy. "I got rules about hidin' from fuckin' buzzy toys."

Re: Dr. Martha Jones | Doctor Who

[storiesofmyown]

Martha heard the words, but it took a minute for them to register. And when they did, if the short possibly raccoon-related alien expected her to be embarrassed, it had another thought coming. If anything, she looked indignant--and was feeling a bit narky about spilling a perfectly good coffee on her only clothes.

"Who the bloody hell makes buzz-toys that look like genocidal robots?"

Re: Dr. Martha Jones | Doctor Who

[st_ripetail]

"Nah, genocidal robot're usually bigger. Plus, more scalpels an' hypodermics an' shit. Or heavy artillery or whatever." Good reflexes and she bounced back! "And I guess I build shit like that sometimes, though that one wasn't mine."

Re: Dr. Martha Jones | Doctor Who

[storiesofmyown]

"Not the ones I was running from until I showed up here." At least she and this alien, whatever his species was (who cared that the Doctor would know?), spoke the same language. "They looked about like that. And the ones before them looked like pepper shakers." She folded her arms over her chest and stared down at him. "I survived them both, so if you're planning to get genocidal while I'm here, do us a favor, yeah? And quit before you start."

Re: Dr. Martha Jones | Doctor Who

[st_ripetail]

"Pfft, if I was gonna break I'da fuckin' done it by now." Rocket folded his own arms and stared back up. Did she think she was scary? Because she fuckin' was not. "Besides, I'm a Guardian of the Freakin' Galaxy. I play nice-ish an' only blow up moons that reeeeaally goddamn deserve it."

Re: Dr. Martha Jones | Doctor Who

[storiesofmyown]

"Just the Galaxy, then?" Martha flashed him a cheeky grin. "Coming down in the world, me. Last alien I traveled with reckoned himself Guardian of the Universe." And was, but if she got into thinking seriously, she'd lose herself to the grief and confusion.

Re: Dr. Martha Jones | Doctor Who

[st_ripetail]

"Guardian a'the Galaxy sounds better. Alliterative an' shit." Yes, Rocket knew the word alliterative. He blamed Jemma. Shut up. "Also we gotta leave room to expand, right? Shit gets borin' if ya start at the top."

Re: Dr. Martha Jones | Doctor Who

[storiesofmyown]

At that, Martha dissolved into giggles. He might not be her Doctor, but this one was dead clever, and when she'd stopped laughing, she held out her hand. "Martha Jones. And what do I call you?"

Re: Dr. Martha Jones | Doctor Who

[st_ripetail]

Rocket blinked a little bit at the extended hand, then took it (kind of, he had tiny hands compared to a humie) and did his best to shake it. Humie customs! "I go by Rocket." 'Legally' it wasn't his name, but his 'legal name' was shit and he didn't want to say it. "Where you from that buzzy toys're fuckin' everything up?

Re: Dr. Martha Jones | Doctor Who

[storiesofmyown]

"Earth." Martha knew how that sounded, but considering that she was shaking hands with another alien species, she reckoned he could handle that. "Just a different when, I think. What's your galaxy like if you've got moons that deserve blowing up?"

There, now, Martha. Don't think about the Doctor's opinion of blowing up moons. It won't make this any easier.

Re: Dr. Martha Jones | Doctor Who

[st_ripetail]

"Eh, same old collection'a variously advanced mudballs. Ravagers. Lotta jails. Psycho Kree nutjobs tryn'a blow up civilized planets. Giant space skulls bein' mined for neural fluids an' shit." Rocket paused, then added, "Apparently one'a my best friends's dad's some god-planet asshole, so that's a thing."

Re: Dr. Martha Jones | Doctor Who

[storiesofmyown]

"Space skulls mined for neural fluids is a new one on me." But with her being a doctor, it was also the most...egregious somehow. Then again, god-planet asshole had interest going for it. "Your friend's dad is a god-planet?"

Re: Dr. Martha Jones | Doctor Who

[st_ripetail]

"Yeah, so he says. He's from after me, so I dunno. Nova Corps did say he was only half-human and half somethin' fuckin' old, so I dunno. God-planet seems reasonable." An evil god-planet the Guardians had had to kill, apparently? Rocket was annoyed to have missed that fight. "Anyway it's 'was' a god-planet. Apparently he was into nasty shit an' Quill killed him."

Re: Dr. Martha Jones | Doctor Who

[storiesofmyown]

"The Doctor would say 'there's always another way' besides killing," Martha mused, against her better judgment letting her thoughts touch on him. "And usually he's right, there is, but sometimes... sometimes that better way is going to take centuries that the rest of us don't have. So, yeah. I think 'was' is probably a good thing in this case."