[ 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_evengrantrogers]

Steve kept his arms tightly around his friend for a long moment. Maybe too long. But it'd been years, and Steve wasn't really ready to let go yet. He took a deep breath, then slowly pulled back out of the hug to look his friend in the eye.

"You're a sight for sore eyes, Buck."

[conflictedsoldier]

"Riiiiight."

Bucky stared at Steve as he pulled away. The look was different than he'd seen. It was almost like the look that Steve had when he'd been the Winter Soldier. Then, he'd been a man on a mission, a man hidden behind the mask until Steve accidentally removed it. The first real trigger of things to come.

He paused, taking a deep breath and letting it out slowly. "Okay, so... Let's try this. Steve, what's the last thing you remember?"

[st_evengrantrogers]

"What's the last thing I remember?" Steve asked incredulously, as if the question was a little on the ridiculous side. Steve hadn't quite wrapped his mind around the idea that they may have come from different times.

"It was... just after Peggy's funeral. I came out to California to drive the coast and clear my head. And then... I ended up here."

[conflictedsoldier]

"You..."

His eyes widened. The shock on his face had to be evident as Bucky didn't even try to hide it. His hands gripped Steve's shoulders tight, as if he was going to wake up and find Rogers gone. He'd remembered what he'd heard, what he'd been told by Steve once they had found their way back to each other. This Steve had to be different.

"There... There was no explosion. The accords signed..." His voice trailed off and he shook his head. This Steve had never found his Bucky. He wasn't sure how things had diverged, but they did. Steve had never found him.

Bucky shook his head. "Oh, oh Stevie..." He pulled away from his old friend, glancing down at his metal arm, then up at Steve. "What about... The Winter Soldier. Does that mean anything to you?"