strangetrip_ooc | [ 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!)
→ 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.]

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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."

Jason? Huh. Stephanie didn't really thing of Jason as a Robin, exactly. Sure his suit had been like the centerpiece of the Cave, the monument to fallen soldiers and reckless action, but still. For Steph, he was Red Hood. The one she was never supposed to engage. The one she was 'too much like' for her own good.

She wrinkled her nose, not sure how to feel. "Yeah, I know. Which means you know who I am."

For a moment, Allison has only a blank look to offer...until she remembers those scattered occasions she ran into Robin. Who was blonde.

She was an idiot. And Jason was probably laughing at her the whole time, the big jerk...

"...well, I do now." she huffed with a pensive little pout. "If I ever find him again? I'm gonna kill him, the booger. I mean--yes, I know. I didn't, but only because I'm a moron. We worked together a couple times, and...you sorta talked me down on a bad night." Her expression darkened again as she started walking again, a little more relaxed as she leaned against Stephanie for support, more comfortable with the presence of someone she knew.

"The night I found out he'd left--been taken, gone home. Whatever."

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

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