[ 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: John Smith | Doctor Who

[borntolove]

Something - something like in one of those dreams. He can't quite put his finger on what or a name to face rather but something familair about that name and saying that name.

John doesn't seem to notice how his hand is hovering over something that seems to be in his pants pocket.

Why doesn't he have a name - not who he is; which is John Smith, but why in those dreams does he not have a name? And quite obviously this is a dream.

"I can't tell you because I don't know."

Just that he's the last of - something.

Re: John Smith | Doctor Who

[st_everybodylives]

Not quite the last, eventually.

"We have a woman here with amnesia," River liked Jane, but her memory loss often seemed just as not quite natural as this did. Though she realized it wouldn't if not for how much he looked like the Doctor. "She goes by Jane Doe. We could could call you John, I suppose." And she paused not adding the Doe, waiting to see what he said.

Re: John Smith | Doctor Who

[st_runningshoes]

If someone would stop trying to be The Adventurer so things here made sense - on top of the fire being left on without the kettle -

"John Smith. Yes, that's right. But that's not my name. That's the name of someone who looks like me."

Re: John Smith | Doctor Who

[st_everybodylives]

Now she knew, whatever else was happening this man wasn't just another human. But he wasn't a timelord either, she knew that too.

Or maybe he was a bit of both, like her.

"Well I'll call you John for now, unless you'd rather not. And get you a hot drink and explain where you are."

Re: John Smith | Doctor Who

[st_runningshoes]

"Tea. I would love tea." At least someone is finally smiling?

"If you like - wherever I am - I presume my magic box brought me here like always."

Re: John Smith | Doctor Who

[st_everybodylives]

"I can manage tea," she gestured for him to follow her into the cafe as she started to walk.

But if he'd arrived in a 'magic box' she thought, she would absolutely know. She would sense the TARDIS if not hear it land, what with his propensity for leaving the brakes on.

"No magic box I'm afraid. Though I'm not quite sure what brought us all here, magic, a tear in space time, high tech kidnapping what it boils down to is we were all brought here, or arrived unexpectedly like you just did."

At the tea trolley she poured them both a cup of strong black tea and then gave him a quizzical look to ask if he wanted milk or sugar.

Re: John Smith | Doctor Who

[st_runningshoes]

A big smile; and follows River to the cafe.

"Course, there is a magic box. That's what always takes me to all the far off places." That and having the key to Tardis isn't helping the denial delusional.

John will be very polite and pull out the chair for River and wait for her to sit down before taking his own seat.

"One lump, please."

Re: John Smith | Doctor Who

[st_everybodylives]

"Not this time," she added the sugar, and handed him the cup with a spoon before adding milk to hers.

"You're at the Madonna Inn. Everyone here, except for a handful of staff members arrived rather unexpectedly and without any visible means of transportation. I think it must be some sort of space time bubble, once you're inside you can't get out - or at least no one has found a reliable way out so far."