[ 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

Re: Allison Argent | TEEN WOLF (transfer from City of Darrow)

[st_eadiesthefour]

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.

Re: Allison Argent | TEEN WOLF (transfer from City of Darrow)

[theresalwayshope]

...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?"

Re: Allison Argent | TEEN WOLF (transfer from City of Darrow)

[st_eadiesthefour]

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?"

Re: Allison Argent | TEEN WOLF (transfer from City of Darrow)

[theresalwayshope]

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."

Re: Allison Argent | TEEN WOLF (transfer from City of Darrow)

[st_eadiesthefour]

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.