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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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These people's lives depends on the decisions that you make right now. I pray you make the right ones ... Max.

She prayed she'd made the right one, too. They were making a stand. No more shadows, no more hiding. Max knew that there would be reinforcements in the morning so she'd gone out to make a food run. She needed to grab as much as she could to last as long as it could before the government tried to starve them out.

A wanted poster caught her eye with her picture on it and Max pulled her hat down over her face as far as it would go without being too obvious. She scanned the area and found a group just getting ready to leave the sector. It should be easy enough to lose herself in that group so she could escape with the food. Hopefully the others with the same mission would have better luck than she did.

Max kept her head down, one foot in front of the other. She was two feet from her goal, when the broken surface of the blacktop suddenly turned into smooth blacktop of a parking lot. Her head shot up and her eyes narrowed. How did she get from a market area in Sector seven to a parking lot in front of some rich dude's playground? A rich dude with really bad taste.

Was this connected to Ames White? Was this connected to Sandman? What was this place?

She made her way into the lobby and made a face of horror at the decor. "Definitely not Psi Ops. No one would come up with this ugly of a place."

His reaction when he saw Max should have probably been to walk up and hug her - he missed her that much. Or maybe his reaction should have been a surprised look on his face and a series of 'oh my gods' that he felt somewhere deep down where Manticore had showed him where to hide those feelings. And he had, for the briefest of moments, wondered if this wasn't some other Max look-a-like like there was Dean here or that Brad kid for Peter. There was just something about her and when she mentioned Psi Ops - there was no question.

Alec leaned against the wall behind where Max was and crossed his arms over his chest. "I don't know. It strikes me as a really good psychological torture device." He put his hands up briefly to mimic someone breaking "'Okay, I'll tell you anything, just not another shade of pink'."

Max spun and narrowed her eyes at Alec. She was really angry at herself for being kidnapped or whatever this was, but Alec would do as a target until she could find a better one.

"Please tell me that you at least got the food back to the compound before you got hijacked to wherever here is."

He held up his hands in a 'don't shoot' expression. Alec had half a mind to lie - in fact, the idea even crossed his features, if you knew where to look.

"Listen, the last thing I remember, we were staring down a bunch of armed police in Terminal City and you were about to go do what you do best and talk to them." He paused. "I'm going to guess that didn't go over so well then."

The last thing he remembered? Did they change his memory, too? Why not hers - or had they and hours or days had gone by?

She gave him a strange look, which wasn't unusual for her, but responded about his last memory. "No bloodshed." Her brow knit, "you really don't remember anything past that? Maybe they are using some kind of memory wipe." Max glanced around the lobby and back at him, "you figure out what this place is?"

"As much as anyone's figured this place out." Alec knew he was only giving half answers and maybe when they had first met, he'd leave it at that and let her be annoyed, but the truth was he missed Max and her annoying morals - Peter had been good at keeping him in line there at least.

"Here's the deal. We're in some place a lot of people are calling an alternate dimension. Like some crappy sci-fi film. And there are people from different worlds and realities. You and me are the only ones from ours and from the sounds of it, you're from farther in my timeline than I am. Good to know I'm not dead though." He followed that last part up with a grin.

She was about to call his bullshit but there was truth in his eyes when he said it. Truth that she couldn't deny, darn it.

Instead, she focused on his last comment and she smirked, "not dead yet anyway. The day's young." Sadly, that was probably closer to the truth than Max knew.

"He's hoping." He grin turned wry as he pushed off the wall and walked up to Max. "In all seriousness though, it is good to see you. For me it's been months since I've seen anyone from home. Almost started to miss Manticore itself." Not really, but it got the sentiment across.

"Now I know someone jacked with your head." Max said with a hint of a smile. "No one misses Manticore." But she knew what he meant.

Then she grew serious, "months, huh? Any freaks here? Not Manticore freaks, I get that, but others?" Maybe that's why they were showing up here.

"Yeah, actually." Tons. "They call themselves mutants. Apparently in their worlds they were born with a gene and grew up with whatever. But they're like, want Manticore wishes they could make. People who can see into the future - not like Brain - like psychic shit. Or start fire or go through walls." Seriously, Manticore would have a field day here.

"And, I shit you not Max. There are people here with magic." He put his hand up as if to stop her from denying it. "I totally called BS on it and then got turned into a freaking cat."

Max was about to call BS herself on the concept of magic but the image of Alec being turned into a cat made her smile. "You think they'd teach me that trick? Was it time based or would I be able to keep you as a cat until I wanted to change you back?"

"Oh, sure, make fun of the non-consensual use of magic on me. I'll remember that." He sent her a look that was almost a tongue-out childish expression mixed with fondness. "The only good thing was I was super soft and cuddly. A total chick magnet."

"Uh huh, you keep telling yourself that. They probably saw a furry rat catcher and hoped you'd get rid of Mickey." Max smirked in return.

Though she thought it was an interesting pick. Had they picked up on his DNA or just a choice?

"You know, here I was, actually glad to see you and hoping you got a rook that wasn't entirely ridiculous, but now I'm starting to see the error of my ways." He didn't actually mean that, but maybe he did about the room.

He paused. "Truth is, you'll probably kind of like the place. It's not a dumb and there's food and fresh water. Alcohol." Though Alec also knew Max and her feelings of responsibility.

"And no way back to help the others?" Max wasn't going to be happy here, but she knew that the others, Joshua and Logan would continue the fight without her.

"So, what's the dealio with the rooms? As long as I don't have Mickey trying to steal my food, I'm good."

"They're nice." He meant it. "Colourful, but they're clean and have running water. More like Logan's old place than anything we've lived in before." Logan probably was more stylish though. "No heating up water on a stove for a bath, Maxy." He winked.

"And don't worry about everyone back home. From the sounds of it, you have no idea I'm gone so either we end up right back when we left or there's not two of us in two different places." And that concept gave Alec a bit of a headache.

Max would go with went back to the same time, because she wasn't sure about two places at once, it gave her a headache to think about it, too.

"Hot water without having to heat it first, nice. I might stay in the tub for hours."

"Thought that might be a plus for you." Assuming she had a tub. "Come on. I'll bring you to the creepy front desk guy, you can check out the room, then I'll take you for a tour." He had a feeling she would start itching to learn the layout.

Before she would have wondered what was in it for Alec, but not since the last few weeks at Jam Pony.

"Creepy front desk guy, huh? His name isn't Normal is it?" Her lips curved into a smile and motioned for him to show her the way.

"This guy makes Normal look normal." It was true."He goes by Darryl, but I'm not actually convinced he's a person." Alec shrugged and motioned for Max to follow him. "There are four people who 'work' here and I don't think they're people at all."

Max turned to look at him before they reached the desk, "you think they're fake or like mind controlled?" Neither was a good answer, but it was the only thing that she could relate.

"More fake than mind control. They're flesh and bone, or I guess so - no one would like me break an arm to find out. But they don't have feelings. Like shells, maybe." They did not sit well with Alec at all.

"Huh." Max looked at Daryl behind the desk with new eyes. "You think maybe whatever was there got sucked out?" Of course she had no idea what or where something that got sucked out would have gone.

"Don't know. I think maybe they were made, like us, but whoever did it left a lot of loose screws." He didn't think they were from another world or anything. He thought they served a purpose here and nothing else. "Oh, and don't ask for towels."

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