[ 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_eampunk]

"Recruiting you." Ororo answered him honestly. "We were to gather the most powerful of the mutants to bring in a new world." It was the truth and Storm didn't hide it, even though she was trying to make amends for following Apocalypse

"You and I were part of the Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse, until we changed and fought for those that matter to us. You for Charles." A pause of thought, "Me for Mystique." She was still Storm's hero, despite her protests.

[frankensteinian]

"The Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse? Like from the Bible?" It might not be his religious background, but that doesn't mean he knows nothing about it.

Though he can't deny the desire to create a new world.

[st_eampunk]

She'd only learned this after being at the Mansion, from Moira. "They think the bible took the stories from him. There were always four followers and he gave them more powers."

Ororo thought back to when he'd given - or really increased her own powers - and it had been amazing. "This time it was me, you, Angel and Psylocke."

[frankensteinian]

That makes sense, since those who study the transmission of oral tradition (which is what mythology started out as) tend to agree that stories are based on truth. Except for one thing. "That would make him ancient. Mutants haven't been around that long."

One of those names means nothing to him. The other does, but he doesn't know that they're talking about two different people. "Angel's dead."

[st_eampunk]

"What did the Professor say?" She said softly to herself, "oh right, his consciousness slipped from him to another mutant when he was about to die. So, an immortal but not really since he died."

She could still see how he looked when Jean defeated him with her, Hank, Scott and Magneto's help.

"He was ancient. When I first met him, he did not speak English or Arabic, but he learned it from touching the television. That is how he learned of you. There was a news broadcast about the tenth anniversary of you and Mystique in Washington."

[frankensteinian]

"How do you defeat someone like that?" It's rhetorical, mostly. Even if it is apparently something he'll need to know, and soon, from the sound of it.

"He learned it by touching the television? What sort of ability is that?" Another rhetorical, speaking out loud, trying to make sense of it. "It was the tenth anniversary of that when I left Poland and ended up in the other place."

[st_eampunk]

While the first question was rhetorical, Ororo could answer it so she did. "It took six of us to do it." Her accent a bit thicker with the memories. "The Professor, Hank, Jean, Scott, you and I. I believe there was a mental battle first." At least that was what she'd been told.

"And then we did the physical while he was weakened."

[frankensteinian]

"Jean and Scott. I don't know those names." It's been ten years (more, at this point) since he was involved in the mutant world. It went on without him. Though it is nice to know that apparently some of them can accept him as part of their group when they need to. All he's ever wanted is a future for mutants.

[st_eampunk]

"You wouldn't have, probably. They are new to the school. Scott arrived a few months before I did." Ororo had felt welcomed from the beginning despite the circumstances of her arrival.

[frankensteinian]

"The school. Charles actually has a school going?" That's all he can think of, because he knows that Charles wanted one. A place for mutants to belong, which is great, but it's not enough. A building full of mutants will be a target for those who wish to harm them, and they need to be prepared.