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

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

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!)
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→ Tag around with new and old characters.
→ App all those characters
→ ???
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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.]

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II

The first several hours had been bewildering, but with morning came a sort of peace. If they were indeed trapped here, then Sarah was going to have to begin as she meant to go on. So early that morning, she went down to the cafe and found a seat. In a notebook pulled from her purse, she started recording the people who might miss her and come looking once she had clearly vanished from Muir.

Emma. Warren. Pyro. Neal...

Of the newcomers, the pretty blonde who knew Emma seemed the quietest, the most self-contained in a way. It was that, the fact that she seemed both shy and not shy somehow, that drew Kitty to her, more than her being a mutant. Which, granted, Kitty was assuming, but it seemed like a good assumption from how happy Emma seemed to see her.

So when she saw her sitting by herself that morning, Kitty plated up a couple of Emma's chocolate croissants and brought them with a carafe of coffee to the her table. "Hi." She offered a friendly smile. "Mind a little company?"

Mutant. Sarah was certain of it as her own name - more even. The feeling of a mutant was unmistakable. And this mutation...it was familiar.

Sarah studied the woman quietly for a moment, trying to place her, then her eyes widened. "Kitty?" The Katherine Pryde Sarah knew was a teenager, impulsive and energetic. Nothing like the self-possessed woman in front of her. But the feel of her was precisely right, and no two mutants ever felt so similar.

The only sign that Kitty might be surprised to hear her own name echoed back at her was a slight, balletic tilt of her head, but it came with a smile that was clear as the sky on a cloudless day.

"That's me," she answered and set the tray down. "Can I take that as an okay to sit? If you met the me that Emma knows, I promise, I can actually sit for more than two minutes."

"Oh, yes, please, sit down." Sarah pulled her notebook a bit closer to her, not that there was a lack of space at the table. But her habit was to take up as little room as possible. Challenging for someone as tall as herself. "I'm sorry, that was rude."

As she slid into her seat, Kitty raised both of her eyebrows almost comically high. "If you think that's rude, you definitely didn't grow up in a mansion full of mutant teenaged boys." She took the conversational pause to pour some coffee from the carafe for herself and offer a cup with a gesture.

It was possible that Kitty had forgotten Sarah's story, but unlikely. For all that the girl she knew was almost ceaselessly frivolous, she was also a genius and very little escaped her.

On the other hand, it wasn't like Sarah herself was important enough to remember. "No. I didn't. I grew up outside DC. My father was senior staff for Senator Kelly."

"Oh, wow."

Kitty's eyes widened a bit at the reference, but it wasn't a 'wow' of recognition clearly.

"I'm sorry. I don't actually know who you are, except your name. Sometimes that happens between different universes. I don't really know Emma very well in my world either. If you tell me some of the people you do know, we can probably find a connection point or two."

Since his unwilling arrival, Azriel had spent most of his time veiled, nothing but shadow, as he explored this strange prison and watched its inhabitants. But even spymasters and Illyrian warriors needed to eat. The voice in his head reminding him so sounded more than a little of Mor. Or perhaps that was only memory stirred by the young woman with the golden blonde hair so similar to Mor's, but who seemed, from his observation, nearly as withdrawn and unassuming as gentle Elain.

It was almost certainly that similarity to Elain as she had been before she was Made that prompted Azriel to take a seat at the table next to the woman's, his massive bat-like wings draped over the low back of the chair and folded close to his body. There was little he could do to soften the figure he made in his fighting leathers, his dagger at his side, or the burn scars that covered both hands, but hazel eyes were gentle. And he drew in the shadows that wreathed him like smoke until they were barely visible.

"Are you new as well?" he asked as he waited for his breakfast.

Sarah started at the question, and reflexively looked around to see who the man was speaking to. ...was he a man? He wasn’t a mutant, that she was sure of but he didn’t feel like a flatscan either. Nor did he look it. So was he alien? Modified human? Or something else entirely beyond her experience. Whatever he was, two things were true: he was undeniably attractive and he appeared to be speaking to her.

“I am, yes.” She wanted to leave it at that, shyness warring with her fear she would be rude to do so. “I’m not sure what’s going on yet, to be honest. I arrived late last night and I didn’t really understand the explanation I received.”

It would not have surprised Az if she had been unwilling to speak with him. Humans had reason to fear the Fae, and even among Fae, Illyrians and shadowsingers were viewed with suspicion - warranted or not. And she was, as he had seen, more reserved than many here.

"I have never heard a story like it," he agreed. Over five centuries, and he had never imagined something like this was possible. "Nor seen such sights, in Fae lands or human ones.

"Forgive me. I should have said. I am called Azriel."

"Sarah. A pleasure to meet you." She folded her hands on top of her notebook, mostly for something to do with them. "I'm sorry, you said Fae? As in fairies?"

Sarah was never inclined to mock but after a few months in Scotland, she was even less so. The Scots took such things seriously.

He had been told the people here came from different worlds, different times, but it was still strange thinking there were those who had no reason to believe the Fae existed. It was hardly the time to explain the distinctions between High Fae and lesser faeries and the others. As far as Az was concerned they were all Fae. Or perhaps she, like so many of the mortals south of the Wall, had heard the stories, what things had been like before the war and the Wall, or maybe a survivor of the recent war, although she seemed more curious than upset.

"I mean you no harm. Not all of us are as frightening as history would suggest."

Sarah smiled wryly, "That's usually my line. Is your history that frightening?"

"The peace is still too new, too uncertain for most, and the war was brutal." Both of them had been. "But there are those of us who believe we can live together, human and fae, and who fought for that belief. There are also those who believe it was better with the Wall keeping our peoples separate. And those who wish only to go back to the days before the previous war, where humanity were slaves to the fae.

"It is a long and very bloody history. Even only the centuries I remember."

He didn't add that many people, human and fae, found reason to be unnerved by him.

"That could be our history as well. Or maybe it's our present. There are those on both sides that feel mutants and humans can't coexist peacefully, and that one should serve the other. But there's others who are trying for peace and coexistence." Sarah sighed. She'd now been actively on each of those sides of the conflict, and still didn't know what the best option was. "Are you fae?"

Mutants? Azriel would have to find out about them, in time, but for the moment, he was willing to answer her questions, if only to put her at ease. At least until she asked things he did not wish to share.

"What, the wings did not give me away?" The large, leathery appendages shrugged and shifted before settling again tucked in along his back. "I am. Does Prythian mean anything to you? Or the Fae Courts?"

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