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

It's that time again!

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→ Tag around with new and old characters.
→ App all those characters
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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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Claire's relief is both instantaneous and palpable when he says her name. A rush of air escapes her with a sigh as her shoulders noticeably relax and a smile comes to her lips. Then she moves towards her, knowing that there is still a chance that maybe he could be different yet but she doesn't think so. She knows he is the type to be wary too but for different reasons.

"It's me." She tells him as she gets close. There is a brief hesitation but then she moves to hug him with her arms around his waist because that's what she does. She likes to hug.

Sometimes he doesn't mind hugs. This is one of those times. He returns the hug, his arms reaching somewhat higher than her waist due to the difference in their heights. He'd almost forgotten what this was like.

"I didn't think I'd see you again." She'd just been gone, like so many others before and since. One more thing he'd lost.

For a second she looks confused by the statement but it doesn't take long for her to understand what he means. Easing back a little without leaving the circle of his arms, she focuses on his face with a sigh.

"How long ago did I disappear?" She hates that she did but that sort of thing is out of her control. Still, it doesn't make her feel better as her heart aches a bit at knowing she had disappeared on him.

"Months." He doesn't know exactly how many, not having had a calendar handy. It may have felt like longer than it was, too, especially with him being there by himself until Jean had arrived again. (And then disappeared again not long after.) He's tired of it happening all the time.

"Damn." She breathed out the word like it hurt to do so, lowering her gaze briefly before looking up at him again. It wasn't like she had control over whether she stuck around in a place or not but she still felt bad for leaving. "I'm sorry, Erik. I wouldn't have left if I had any choice to."

"I know." That was his one consolation on the matter. It hadn't been her choice, but the choice of whoever sent them there in the first place. Which is why he had attempted to find some more information on them, and been only as successful as any of them ever were.

"You probably would have preferred to be wherever you ended up, anyway." Given some of the things that happened there since she left.

Claire doesn't say anything to that statement but merely makes a humming noise before giving him a curious look. It's a relief to know he doesn't hold her disappearance against her but now she is a bit concerned by the following statement.

"Why? What happened?"

"You know. More of the same." Which doesn't explain why it had been harder after she left, necessarily. "People arrived, people left." He doesn't deal well with loss, which is probably something she's picked up on. He looks away before he drops the biggest news. "Someone died."

Her eyes widened a touch with concern, a small flare of panic hitting her in the center of her chest as she thought of the different possibilities. "Who?"

He shakes his head. "Someone I didn't know." Which doesn't mean it didn't affect him in some way. "He arrived after you left."

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