[ 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

[st_artliving]

"I believe the brandy to be the best choice as well," she agreed. "There is a little vanilla syrup as well, it makes quite a good drink altogether. It is possible I will drink the tequila one itself, to see if it is awful."

[frankensteinian]

He takes a sip, and welcomes the warm feeling that floods through him at doing so. He wouldn't have thought to put vanilla syrup in coffee, but he has to admit that it does add a pleasant flavor to the drink. "I can't say I've had coffee quite like this before. I like it."

[st_artliving]

“I do as well. It is one of Earth’s finest achievements, I think.” And Xavin was always pleased when someone appreciated her handiwork. “I am Xavin, and pleased to meet you.”

[frankensteinian]

"It's up there on the list." He doesn't know what he would put at the top, but that's not really the point. The point is that he's standing here enjoying something he hasn't had in awhile.

"Erik."

[st_artliving]

Xavin smiles. “Where were you before this, Erik? If that is not too personal.”

[frankensteinian]

"It didn't have a name. At least none that any of us ever found, and I suppose we never gave it one because we all figured that doing so would make it too much like home." Which it wasn't, at least not to the majority of the group. "Before that I was in Poland."

[st_artliving]

“I have never been to Poland. I knew a German girl once, she talked to flowers and made them grow. That may be the closest I have come.” Xavin understood not wanting to name a place. “Before here, I was in a Majesdanian prison. Do not worry if you do not know what that is, I am not from Earth.”

[frankensteinian]

He's not particularly fond of Germany, for reasons he's not going in to now but which would be obvious to anyone who knows Earth history. But someone talking to flowers and making them grow sounds like a mutant, and that's okay with him. "Before I was in Poland, I spent ten years in prison for a crime I didn't commit."