[ 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: Owen Harper | Torchwood

[st_huntermom]

"Some people are calling it an alternate reality, or another dimension." Mary saw him come in and he had that 'new arrival' way about him. She leaned against the desk to look non-threatening and offered him a smile.

"Sorry, but you're not where you were a moment ago."

OMG MARY <3

[geniusmind]

Owen took a look around, smiling awkwardly before he turned to Mary. "Huh, I'm not?" He wondered what would be the right play here. Play dumb and try to get information? Be all bold and braggart like Harkness? Interrogate like Cooper? He wasn't sure. They were all much better at the 'cop' thing than he was. He was much better at playing Doctor.

He doesn't even blink or flinch at the idea of alternate realities or dimensions. He's seen a lot worse at Torchwood. "Not sure how I got here. If there was a rift or a portal, I don't remember stepping through it." His shoulders shrugged and he wondered if there was a way he could at least look up on the computer to try to find this dimension's version of Torchwood or UNIT. "Fancy digs for an alternate reality."

Re: OMG MARY <3

[st_huntermom]

The fact he seemed okay with the explanation was a good sign and told her she didn't really have to worry about the science stuff - something she barely understood herself. The 'why' would be more difficult. "I don't think anyone's figured out how we actually get here. I didn't step through something either." She had died. "And as far as anyone knows, there's not rhyme or reason for who gets picked. The one thing that does stay constant, though, is that no one can leave."

She watched him quietly for his reaction to that, still trying to look as non-threatening as possible.

[geniusmind]

If what she was saying was true and there was no rift or portal, then it had to be something else. Owen blinked, trying to think back to the last thing that he remembered. His thoughts were scattered, but he could start to piece it together. "I... I was shot," he murmured softly. His head tilted to the side as he stared at her. "I died."

His head nodded. The minute she said that they couldn't leave, he frowned. "Impossible. There's no heaven or hell. Just darkness. I've seen it," he murmured. "This can't be..." His reaction was that of confusion and shock. "How long you been here?"

[st_huntermom]

Her face fell a little and her lips pressed together and she tried not to give too much away with her facial expression. This feeling he had? She knew well.

"For several months now, but there are people who have been here longer." She continued to watch him, considering her options. She decided the truth was probably okay here. "I'm dead back home. Burned to death, actually. But lots of people aren't. And my boys are here, but they're grown up."