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

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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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I.

Allison was seriously pissed.

Not just because she'd been on her way to get dressed and head over to K.G.B. with Todd and Beta. No, she could deal with the fact that she had to trudge along this crappy dirt road on crutches, with one bare foot and her cast getting filthier by the second. She could even deal with the fact that she was doing so in cutoffs and a sports bra, which would raise a lot of questions if she ran into anyone that could get an eyeful of the scars littering her noticeably muscular bare arms and tattooed torso--among those being a couple of bullet grazes and plenty of old knife wounds. And that didn't even include the aged green and yellow bruise still marring her shoulder from the last bullet her body armor deflected.

What she couldn't handle was that Todd and Beta weren't there. What she couldn't handle was that she was somewhere very far away from her cozy apartment and her kaiju-loving surrogate brother and irrepressible adopted uncles--even Athos and his stupid grouchy face.

What she couldn't handle was being away from anything and everything she had left of Jason.

Storming up to the distant, well lit building--yes, storming on a pair of crutches and one bare foot, Allison was angry that all she had were her scars and the tattoo of a masked robin redbreast just below the left half of her collarbone. It was easier to be angry than to be scared or upset. It was safer to be angry, because angry kept her strong. She had Jason to thank for that, too.

She wasn't going to think about what she knew from living in Darrow--that she likely had no recourse. That she was likely stuck. Nor was she going to examine too closely the fact that she felt compelled to go forward rather than back, towards the distant pink monstrosity rather than away from it and, hopefully, somewhere closer to where she'd been a short while before.

No, Allison Argent was pissed off--and she was going to find someone to deck for it. Or, at the very least, someone to yell at.

There were so many things that ran through her head when Liz Parker saw the woman storming up to the building. She knew today was arrival day and she was working, but the woman looked so angry and yet so strong at the same time. That, and her lack of clothes, pushed Liz towards the entrance of the lobby. She held open the door as the girl drew closer.

"Do you need some help?" A look of concern spread across her face.

"Do I? Yes. Will I get it? No." she snapped quietly as she drew nearer to the door--then stopped right in front of it, rolling her lips together in a thin line and staring into the middle distance as she composed herself.

Damn it. Damn people like Newt and Tara and fucking Uncle Athos for calling her on her bullshit, and incurring debts she knew she had to pay forward.

Taking a deep breath, she turned to the young woman still standing there, holding the door, and adjusted her crutches with a grim, but not unkind smile.

"Ignore anything bitchy that comes out of my mouth. I'm...having a bad day." she replied as a form of apology, getting herself across the threshold of the door so the young woman could close it. "And thanks. For the door, I mean. I appreciate it."

"It's okay." She followed the girl inside witha pleasant smile Liz hoped wasn't overly obnoxious. Luckily she had dealt with Alec enough now that anger didn't get her the same way it might have before she got here.

"You, um... You sound like you already know what's going on" Which was definitely a first for Liz to come across. "Have you.... Been here before?"

She paused. "Do you want a hoodie or... A drink?" Or both.

"No, I've never been here before--not here, specifically, but I have been randomly deposited in another world before." she admitted as she hobbled a little further into the room--lobby, it looked like some kind of hotel. "That's where I just was. It's a city called Darrow, very East Coast."

She frowned thoughtfully, peering towards the door again. "Feels more West Coast out there. Where are we, exactly?...and, uh--I guess, yeah. I mean--clothing. Maybe the drink, too. Sorry, I was working out when I...y'know."

Allison lifted one hand off her crutch and mimed something popping up from nothing, complete with sound effects with a little smack of her lips.

Liz knew that Rocket and some others had been to a different place too - somewhere called Gotham - so while she was surprised, she wasn't necessarily taken aback from knowledge she was from another world.

"This is called the Madonna Inn. It's in California, sort of." She offered a smile like that explanation helped any.

"Okay, um. Take a seat and I'll be right back?" Liz hurried off to the gift shop and got a dark pink hoodie that was the only one not hot-pink at the moment. It had a bejeweled M on the front that was separated by the zipper. Then to the bar. When she came back, the hoodie was draped over her arm and she had two drinks - water and beer.

"I didn't know what kind of drink you wanted, so I got the two most popular ones when people show up."

Allison hobbled over to a seat, sighing in relief as she got off her feet for a second. It was short lived, though, because now she was alone, and now she had a chance to think about where she was and what had happened.

She had a chance to feel isolated, and it hurt.

Blessedly, she didn't have long to mope before the girl was back with a hoodie and drinks--booze and water and just for a split second--that stupid glittery pink thing and an offer of refreshment made her feel slightly more connected.

"They're both good. Thank you." she replied with a small, but genuine smile, reaching out to accept the hoodie first. "Seriously--thank you. I'm Allison, by the way."

She took a seat to the side of Allison. "I'm Liz. Liz Parker. And, sorry. The Inn likes pink so a lot of the clothes have pink on them." Not all of it, but the more 'normal' stuff got picked up pretty quickly. It was sort of the luck of the draw, really. "I'm sorry you went from one place to another." Going home was probably more what she had been hoping for.

"But... this place isn't so bad?" She paused. "I might be a little smaller than wherever you were before, though. It's sort of just this inn and a bunch of wilderness."

"Definitely smaller than Darrow, then." Allison sighed, admiring the hoodie for a second before she decided it wasn't all that bad and shrugging it on. "Think East Coast urban--reminded me a lot of a New York suburban city, or New Jersey. I've lived both places."

Reaching for the drinks, she took a moment before she settled on the water, offering Liz the beer with a rueful grin.

"Care to join me? I hate to drink alone."

Her eyes widened a little and then Liz blushed sheepishly. She could almost taste the vomit from the last time she tried alcohol.

"Oh, um. No. It's okay. I'm not really legal yet." Not that there was really a law here to follow at the inn, but it was a little less embarrassing than 'I got super drunk and can't remember anything, but still regret things'. So Liz took the drink, but placed it on the coffee table instead.

"Some other people here are from a city like this too called Gotham... sounds like there's a lot of realities here."

The woman looking pissed as hell and dangerous enough to back that up. She also, Steph noticed, had a bird with a mask tattoo. But mostly, Steph noticed the cast and the crutches. Having been there before, Steph knew intimately how irritating they were.

“Hey, want a shoulder?”

Glancing over at the sound of the voice, for a second Allison wondered if she was seeing things. That face was familiar, and yet...not quite the same...

No way it was her. Sounded like it, a little, though. Enough that she smiled before scowling, she nodded gratefully.

"That would be awesome, thank you. I hate these damn things, and I kept nearly stepping on my dog's feet with them at home."

"I know what you mean. I broke my leg a few years back and I think I whined the whole time." Steph jogged the rest of the distance between them and quickly fit herself into place of one of the crutches, taking most of the girl's weight on her shoulder. "Crutches are an evil invention designed by supervillains."

"Agreed." Allison replied with a laugh and a murmured thank you as the other girl substituted a crutch with the offered shoulder. "Just like this stupid cast is an evil curse laid upon me by a doctor that doesn't trust me enough to let me have a walking cast. Thought I'd abuse the privilege."

She fell silent a moment as they started moving again, Allison leaning on her new friend for support.

"...the fact that he was right is entirely beside the point."

"Doctors are bullies in white coats," Stephanie concurred. "They'd probably say the same about us though, except in hospital gowns. 'Don't pull out your IV, Stephanie.' As though my mom's not a nurse. I know what I'm doing."

That stopped Allison in her tracks, because--well, because it was her. She was right, just...she was different enough that she couldn't be sure.

"Stephanie Brown?" she asked uncertainly. "From...Gotham? Sorry, I'm not a creeper, honest, just--I was in a different place before I was here, and I knew you. Like, we went to the same school and everything. You were...a little younger, I guess?"

Steph stopped when Alison did - what with being the shoulder and all - but was glad that she had because it gave her a chance to look more closely at the girl. Pretty, cut up and scarred. And that tattoo, of course. "Um, I don't think I recognize you? But..." She picked up her free hand and gave the tattoo a little poke. "That's kind of a familiar theme."

...shit, this was probably one of Tim's girlfriends. She was totally his type.

She flinched, just a little, at the tiny poke against the tattoo. Looking down at it, she shifted just enough to reach up and touch it with open reverence--and for just a moment, her features were raw and unguarded, touch with a mixture of sorrow, longing, and unrestrained affection.

"Jace." she murmured, rolling her lips together through a sigh before she looked up at Stephanie again. "Jason, I mean--Jason Todd, I know you know him."

She paused, regarding Stephanie in a new light. "And if you recognize the tattoo...I'm assuming that means you know who Jason was. Or is, for that matter."

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The strange man at the counter had given Constance a small, hard card he called a key, and then pushed a stack of fluffy white towels at her. At a loss what to do with it all, she turned when the doors were shoved open, and took in the practically naked young woman hobbling in on crutches. The poor dear.

"Here. Let me help," she offered, rushing forward and stopping beside the girl, who was not only in a state of déshabille, but had been sorely used. She was as scarred as some musketeers. Or at least the cadets.

...oh, thank God.

With open relief, Allison shifted the crutches into one hand and accepted the help not only eagerly, but as she leaned on Constance a little, she let her head drop onto her shoulder for a split second in a friendly manner.

"Merci, Constance." she sighed, then continued on in easy French. "I was terrified that I was alone here--are there any others? Uncle Porthos, Granddad, Uncle Athos? Is D'artagnan here? When did you show up?"

Uncle Porthos? Uncle Athos? That the girl called Constance by name was almost forgotten in the confusion at the rest. If Treville had had a granddaughter, surely he would have mentioned her to Constance over the years? But the girl was upset, obviously, and helping her came first. Constance took some of her weight, and hugged her gently with the arm she was using to help support her.

"I haven't seen any of them since I arrived. Before really, since we'd only just said goodbye to Porthos and Brujon, and Athos and Sylvie before I found myself here. But, I... You know me, then? Somehow?"

The question was jarring, because for a second she'd forgotten--that she wasn't home, that this wasn't her Constance. For a second, she just felt safe because despite not being as close as she was to the guys, Constance was part of the family she'd made for herself in Darrow. She was just another part of the regiment, she was just another part of what made Darrow home.

"God, I'm sorry." she apologized, even when that little side hug made her want to forget again. "The last place I was in, we knew each other. Aramis--we're close, and we found evidence that in my world, he might be my ancestor. He and Porthos and I, we all sort of adopted each other." She paused, blinking a little as she considered Grumpy Cat made manifest.

"Athos...that's still a work in progress." she went on with a huff, then shrugged it off with a smile. "But that's how we met, through the guys. Where I was before, it sort of...plucked me from my world. Now, I got plucked from there and I'm here--I've just done this before, and I know how it works. I know you're not the Constance I knew, I'm sorry. Didn't mean to make you uncomfortable."

Constance had thought suddenly finding herself in this strange place was madness enough, but what the girl described... Well, she did seem to know Athos, at least. And she knew Constance's name, and those of their found family. Constance had known she would miss them as the inseparables went their separate ways, but she'd never imagined how much more it would hurt being taken from them all like this.

Unless...

She shook herself again, and gave an encouraging smile. Better to focus on the practical. "No harm done. Let's find you someplace to get off that leg – if you're half as stubborn as Aramis and Porthos, you're hurting more than you want to let on – and some clothes. Can't have you running around in your..." she trailed off, waving a hand at all the girl wasn't wearing. "Then we can have a look around. If we're both looking for them, maybe they're already here." And if not, it was something specific to focus on, rather than falling apart.

She arrived in a clatter of crutches and attitude, and Dick could only smile for all the women she reminded him of. His gaze swept over her, taking her measure in seconds. He noticed and dismissed the bruises--she'd been through worse and lived. It was the masked robin below her collarbone that held his attention.

It wouldn't be a coincidence. Not here.

But all of that passed from his expression into a bright, charming smile as he got to his feet to meet her at the door. When he arrived a half-minute later, he offered his shoulder. "Hi, there. Want to give your arms a rest from those monsters?"

Allison stopped in her tracks as she was approached by a tall, good looking guy with a winning smile and an offer of a shoulder. Maybe she'd been hanging around Jason too long, or too much of Tara had rubbed off on her, but she immediately didn't trust it.

...but she'd already been doing pull ups all morning, and she hated these fucking crutches.

"For the record? They are monsters, and that's the only reason I'm saying yes." she informed him with a huff as she shifted her crutches into one hand. "I am not a helpless female, you are not charming, and I am immune to charisma of any sort. That said..." She trailed off with a rueful grin. "Thank you. I appreciate it."

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