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

[st_aff]

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

[icansavetoday]

He doesn't know the reason for a reaction like this, but he likes it. He returns the embrace as tightly as her own. It feels good to be away from the fuss and noise of the war for a moment, even if he knows that it can't last. Where the war is, and how they got here instead, that can wait for a moment. He wants to enjoy this for now.

But not for too long. "Where are we?"

[st_rongwoman]

A part of Diana had been expecting Steve to vanish in her arms like some sort of strange mirage, so when he didn't, the emotions within her were complicated. When she pulled back, she had to remind herself that holding onto Steve indefinitely was impractical and the man needed to breathe eventually.

"I'm not sure," She answered, looking around the lobby of what appeared to be a strange hotel.

She had seen a lot of different sorts of hotels in the years she spent among man, but this one was perhaps the strangest of all. Her eyes moved back to him.

"If I had to guess... we were transported somewhere," She said, "Somewhere where time can be distorted."

Diana didn't want to necessarily broach the subject of his death, but it was the only thing that made sense to her if he was here. The other alternative was that she was dead, but Diana didn't feel dead.

"What is the last thing you remember?" She asked him.

[icansavetoday]

Random transportation, to somewhere where time is distorted? If he didn't know better, he'd think they were back on Themyscira. But Themyscira hadn't looked like a paint palette had vomited all over it.

"The last thing I remember? Leaving the party. You were determined to find Ares." And he still wasn't sure he believed that she'd find him, but if anyone can, it's her. He loves watching her when she's determined.

[st_rongwoman]

Diana smiled, but she held sadness with her fondness in her eyes. She remembered those moments like it was yesterday, but it was much longer than yesterday. She wasn't sure if she could bring herself to tell him what happened, but she knew she owed him it as well.

She reached for his hand.

"Come with me?" She asked, quietly. "Somewhere private so we can talk."

She also wanted to be selfish and have him to herself for just a little while.

[icansavetoday]

She knows what he's talking about, so it must have happened for her too. Which is something. This time he doesn't mind at all when she reaches for his hand; it's not as inappropriate now as it once was. And he's okay with it if people think he's with Diana, because he is, and he wants to be.

"Anywhere," he agrees.

[st_rongwoman]

Diana picked up her sword and sheathed it. She then picked up her shield. It would be best not to let either of them lie around. Even though she was not familiar with the Inn, she navigated through the halls until she found an area that was empty and seemed private enough. There were plush chairs of similar garishness to the ones in the lobby. She sat and hoped he would follow.

"Steve.... I have some things to tell you," She said. "And some of it.. you're not going to like."

[icansavetoday]

Of course Diana has more weapons than he does. That seems fitting, in a way. He might be a soldier, but he's a pilot and a spy first. Hopefully being a spy means he doesn't end up having to fight his way out of somewhere, but of course it doesn't always work out that way, and he does still make sure he's armed when he goes somewhere.

He sits when she does, because she wants to talk and that sounds like it might take awhile. "What do you mean I'm not going to like it?"

[st_rongwoman]

The same sort of look she had given him before crossed her features. It was a look of regret mixed with love and her eyes seemed to apologize to him over and over again.

"For one, I come from the year 2017." She said quietly. "It's been... so long since I have seen you."

Something seemed to catch in her throat.

"I have missed you so much, Steve." She finally said, unable to keep those words from him any longer.

[icansavetoday]

He's not sure, exactly, what he'd been expecting her to tell him, but that wasn't it. She's from almost a century later than the last time he saw her, which was just a few minutes ago for him? He hadn't really thought, before, what it meant for her to be what she is, but here she is, a century older, looking like she hasn't aged a day. She'll keep right on going, long after he's gone. Which, from the sound of it, he has been for some time now.

"I just saw you." Which is strange for him, but he'll get used to it. Probably. "I would have missed you if I hadn't though."

[st_rongwoman]

Diana wondered if she had to tell him about what happened and about his choice. She was well aware it might change history, if she did. The selfish part of her wanted to say it simply for that reason, but she could not ignore the greater good.

"I know..." She said almost apologetically. "But I'm here now, if that's consolation for anything." I just wished things could have been different

"I'm sorry to suddenly tell you something like that so bluntly. I didn't know how else to say it." She said.