01. Test Drive Meme

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TEST DRIVE MEME


Thinking about joining Iterum? Unsure of who to bring or if they'll even fit the setting? Posting here offers you the chance to find out how they'll do while getting the sample for done for their application.

→ Comment down below with the character you'd like to test drive in the setting. Don't forget to add their name and canon in the subject line.
→ Choose a scenario or create your own, and tag around!
→ Test drives will be posted regularly in the months of March, June, September, and December.
→ Threads in the test drive are NOT eligible to use for activity checks, however, you can make them game canon if you wish and both you and your scene partner agree.


Possible Scenarios
Please note that all characters will initially arrive in their assigned housing; they are free to explore the City to their heart's content after that!

01. Arriving: You're pretty sure you knew where you were before you closed your eyes. But somewhere between then and now, you discover that you're definitely not there. In fact, the setting is so unfamiliar to you that it's bordering on unnerving and questions start to stack. Have you been abducted? Did you get drunk and pass out somewhere and not remember? Whatever the case, you need some answers. Or maybe this is familiar and the only thing that doesn't make sense is the layer of dust on everything around you which obviously means some time has passed. How much? No one seems to know. What you do know is that sitting around and waiting for answers is likely not going to happen.

So, you set out and hope to run into someone in the City that looks like they may be in a similar situation. Or, at the very least a person that might be able to provide some explanation. Veteran Chosen, make sure you warn the new people about the Shadows and advise them to steer clear of dark alleys and things that go bump in the night.

02. Party, party!: Now that you've arrived and hopefully settled, it's time to unwind. Inside your welcome basket is an invitation from the Duchess, who has decided to celebrate the growing population of the City with a massive "Welcome to the City" party in the Tower District. Wine spills free, and drugs abound, this is the kinda party that caters to all! The wicked and debauched demons and the good and decent who, if not careful, might end up tainted and corrupted at some point, like everyone else. Even if it's only for one night, why not cut loose and forget about whatever is pressing on your mind?

Nothing to wear? Check your closet, we're sure you'll find something suitable to wear.

03. Prominence: Everyone knows that the City sometimes influences its population on a monthly basis. Unfortunately, you arrived right in the middle of a heavy Prominence. Lust, Greed, Gluttony, Envy, Wrath, Sloth, or Pride: choose your sin and get wicked. You'll find it's hard to avoid being sinful, almost as if your basic instincts are taking over.

04. Run!: A lot can go wrong in the City; demon attacks, muggings or there's even danger of being plucked from the streets and forced to partake in the Coliseum's version of Fight Club (if you know, you know). There are plenty of unsavoury types that all Chosen must be aware of. They rule the night, and once the sun goes down it becomes the Sinning Hour. Demons and monsters and humans capable of inciting just as much fear, if not more, come out to play. Mind yourself. It's hardly a tea party out there.

05. Network: Broadcast a video, voice or text message to anyone in your phone's directory. All Chosen have a device that they can use to communicate. Those that are returning will find their phone as it was, though without any contact that was previously in the City that is not currently. For the newly Chosen, a device will be supplied in your welcome basket and will match the type of telecommunications that was being used at the time of their exit.

06. Wild Card: Choose your own adventure in the game's multiple settings!



n a v i g a t i o n

Comments

Charlotte Lowell | Original | WoD

[coffeevixen]

Arrival

It had been a dream. A strange one, sure. One where she'd made friends, dear friends. Built a life. But as so often as these things seem to go, the dream was mostly long forgotten after a few weeks; a ephemeral blip in a train of thought once in a while.

Here she is. Again. A little older and wiser, now. A life a home paused without her. And everything apparently paused here, too.

So now what? Time to roam. Maybe find a food. Or bourbon.

Network

[At least someone saw it fit to give a device to reach out. If she's lucky, maybe somebody remembers.]

Hey, kids. Here I thought my dream brain made all of this up.
And yet, here I am.

Places are familiar. Wondering if some of your faces are, too.

Wildcard
[ooc: Charlotte will be meandering out and around from the Tower District in an attempt to refamiliarize herself with the City proper. Say hi. Ota!]

Network

[doesnotsparkle]

Likely not a familiar face at all.

Though, I must question, have you been here before?

[coffeevixen]

Not familiar, no, but hello to you.

It's been years I think but yeah.
I've been here before.
I had friends. I had a job and a home.
It almost feels like a dream.

[doesnotsparkle]

Greetings, as well.

Fascinating, so, like a forgotten memory reawakening? Have you found anything that does not match up so far? I do apologize for all the questions. I am merely curious.

[coffeevixen]

Kind of like that, yeah.
The smells and sounds are still sort of clicking into place, but it's honestly kind of trippy.

I feel like almost nothing has moved.
I had a house with someone.
Someone who isn't here, that I can tell.

Arrival

[bloodalwaystells]

It was just a matter of time before he found his way to the Tower district, to the center of power in this new, strange city that he has no memory of.

He's made his way from the Coliseum district well enough and he's stumbling along. There's money in his pocket, though not much of it, and he needs someplace to sit, to settle, to make sense of things. Solitude will come later, for right now he needs the flow of humanity to get a better feel for where he is now.

Aware of his size and presence, he downplays his stern demeanor to something softer, more studious. He could be a particularly vertically blessed college professor, maybe, if not for the fact that he moves with the awareness of his surroundings, keeping sharp and watchful even as he softens his approach.

"Excuse me, do you know of any decent coffee shops nearby?"

Anakin Skywalker | Star Wars (CRAU)

[darkforcerising]

[Arrival/Out and about]
Anakin Skywalker – this Anakin – had stepped through the multiverse a time or two, evidenced by his facial scars and cybernetic arm holding an ordinary backpack with incongruent patches on it declaring favored musical bands not heard of in one certain universe, but in fact from another. And compounding it were the clothes: jeans, t-shirt, hoodie. Not the average Jedi garb, but it was what the previous universe had supplied.

However far back his travels went, it was very interesting to him to be back in this City again.

He arrived in the place he had before, in the Coliseum District, which sent a pang of mixed emotion through him: both amused by the irony and yet part of him still hated any connection being made between him and slavery even if metaphorical. It was and always would be a constant struggle for him.

So, he set out, to see what was still there and what wasn’t. Or, better yet, who was still there.

[Feel free to run into him anywhere in the City.]


[Party time]
“Oh, no thank you,” Anakin said to the umpteenth person offering him a drink or drug of some kind.

He wondered if he was the only sober person at this party. But he wasn’t complaining. He wasn’t here to dampen the fun, by all means, everyone should drink and consume to their heart’s content. It just wasn’t, as one might call it, his vibe.

But he still wanted to be where the people were, and this Welcome Back party was where they were at.

He also thought it was something of a good joke when he looked in his closet for something to wear and he’d been mysteriously presented with his old Jedi robes. A good little Jedi wouldn’t be caught dead at an event like this without some greater mission driving them.

He wasn’t what you’d call a ‘good’ Jedi.

So why not have a laugh? He leaned part way into it, donning just the undershirt, trousers, and boots of his old, familiar garb, fairly certain if he went too far the joke wouldn’t land and then he would be shitting on everyone’s good time.

Dr. Michael Morbius || Marvel 616 || OTA

[doesnotsparkle]

01: Arrival
[ This wasn't the first time Michael had been kidnapped, he doubted it would be the last. Luckily, he saw no altars or full moons, which were generally a good thing. The cults that largely kidnapped him were often aiming to preform rituals or have him act as an unwilling assassin thanks to his affliction.

No, this felt like New York, but he had been in New York long enough this wasn't Brooklyn or Brownsville. Nope, this was close, but not right. The sun always made him tired, and the same was true here. Luckily, the place he awoke had a hoodie for him, and that was pulled on with a pair of sunglasses to hide his glowy red eyes while he explored this new place.

It did leave him in a bit of awe, not paying as much attention as he should have. Not with the gnawing hunger building in him. No, he could ignore it for a few more hours. For now, exploring was the best idea. ]

02: Party, Party
[ Michael had always hated parties. The best part of being deathly ill before his curse was getting to skip out on the party for his Nobel Peace Prize. Though, had he known then what he knew now, he would never have taken the steps he did after. Nikos blood on his hands, and a living vampire. He had fought so hard to survive, just to become this thing he was.

Yet he had, and here he was at the Duchess' party. His hoodie had been taken, and he was in the suit that had been in the closet of the home he awoke in. His red glowy eyes, were mostly hidden behind the sunglasses he kept on. Though, there was no hiding his sheet white skin, or the black shoulder-length hair that was a bit of a mess. Silently sitting at the bar, a glass with an umbrella and a bendy straw in hand, the liquid was far too deep red, of course. Silently watching people dance around and mingle, and yet he didn't move to try to meet anyone. Just studying and enjoying the hunger dulling down thanks to what he hoped was synthetic blood. ]

04: Network. @ Dr.Morbius
[ The video feed is off, but the voice speaks with a soft Grecian accent. The kind that speaks of being away from home a long time, but not long enough to fully lose it.]

Hello, My name is Dr. Michael Morbius, I am unsure if that name will be familiar with any of you, but if not. I hope to try to figure out what is going on here and to get us all home. I know this may not be as easy as it sounds, but I would love to hear anything anyone can share about this world. It is my first time here.

Wildcard
[ooc; Have fun with whatever, opticon for plotting. ]

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[revmeup]

It's my first time too! Aww, cute, we're getting our cherries popped together!

[doesnotsparkle]

What a... colorful way of expressing that.

[ He's trying not to laugh, it's in his tone. Clear as day. ]

Though, I suppose it is true enough. And, may I ask your name?

[revmeup]

You may.

[ Helpful! ]

network @leonskennedy

[needsabreak]

[He can't figure out how to turn the video off just yet and he's, honestly, a little annoyed that someone else figured it out. He hadn't even realized it was an option. Something to worry about later.]

What do you mean your first time here? You're not the first person who has said something like that. Does that mean people have left? And, what, end up back here?

[It's admittedly not that helpful but he's trying to piece this place together, too.]

70's comic's are wild.

[doesnotsparkle]

[ Technology could be such a pain sometimes like that. ]

I have been pulled to other worlds before. This is not my first rodeo, as much as I wish it was. Though this is not quite the same as has happened to me before. There was once a world were people's heads were eyeballs, or full cat people. You don't forget that.

However, here it seems some have been to this exact world before, which is why I ask. And paying attention to the network, some are reuniting. It is very curious.

[needsabreak]

[He won't lie, it's a difficult concept for him to wrap his head around. And here he'd thought getting knocked out and waking up somewhere else in the same world was disconcerting.]

Yeah, I've been monitoring the transmissions as well. [It's not spying if it's all public.]

So, in your prior experience, was there a reason for ending up in another world? Someone behind it? [Please, point him toward someone he can 'persuade' with bullets.]

network | un:daedalus

[abeautifulgame]

[he can make a logical leap]

Not your first time here, but not your first rodeo.

[tell him if he's getting warm]

[doesnotsparkle]

Right on the first guess, you as well?

[abeautifulgame]

You got it.

[funny, for someone using a character from Greek mythology as his handle, he doesn't sound particularly Greek himself. if anything, he sounds a little Midwestern]

Tell me something: where were you before this? I'm theorycrafting. [or trying to gather enough information to]

am i too late to hit this 👀 // network; @panoptes

[sisterswitch]

I think before I can answer that, I have a question for you to answer:

What kind of doctor are you, Dr. Michael Morbius?

Never too late! // network; @panoptes

[doesnotsparkle]

You would be surprised how few people ask that. I am a hematologist, I moonlight in a few other things. I can work both as a medical doctor and as a scientist. So, complicated and far too much schooling.

So, color me curious, why do you ask?

[sisterswitch]

I’ve had a few too many bad run-ins with psychiatrists. Just wanted to make sure you’re not THAT type of doctor. Or one of those jackass Ph.Ds who insists on being addressed formally. I’ve had a few too many bad run-ins with that type of doctor too. The college I went to was full of them.

[which is all true, but not the entire truth. she knew of and observed a dr. morbius in a previous location and time. can’t assume they’re the same, obviously, even if it’s not a terribly common name.]

But to answer your original question - well, I don’t really have an answer. First time here for me too.

I’m Jack, btw.

Alex Summers | XCU | CRAU

[actiii_scenei]

[Network]
Well I'm back here. At least I know it wasn't a bad trip... well in one way.

Nice to see some familiar faces about too.


[Out and About]
He's walking, he might be back but his car seems not to have made the trip with him this time. Though he guesses there is still plenty of time for that to happen. If it was anything like the last time. He stopped. He stopped thinking about the car and what he'd done before.

He found himself headed without thinking towards the record shop where he'd found a place to work before. Just to see if it was still there. If he could find a place there again. At least it was something he could do. Failing that he could always find a place that needed a cook or something. There was always going to be fighting he could do here he guessed, though who really volunteered for that...

For then he would just keep walking.


[Party time]
Alex didn't think anyone could look more awkward or out of place all dressed up smartly there then he felt like he was going to be proved wrong and right all at the same time. He missed Raven as he messed with the tie he was wearing for the most recent time that night. He waved a hand to dismiss what was being offered to him that time. Though he did grab a glass of something as another passed him by. He was staring at it, wondering then if it was a good idea. He was considering trying it. A brief moment of what could possibly go wrong. But then he could drink too much and just make an ass out of himself anyway without anything else influencing him. So he decided it might be an idea to people watch for a while.

Orm Marius > Aquaman (DCEU) > 01. Arrival

[tylosaur]

[ooc: pardon the rust, it's been a minute since I did any RP.]

Consciousness brought the fact that Orm rather needed to breathe, as he rolled to his side, coughing up the water that had been his preferred method of respiration onto the floor. He was inside a building and not under the water. No guards, no Arthur, and he was on the surface. Orm shuddered at the thought of how dry everything looked, and dull to boot.

He stood up, eyes sweeping every corner for any sign of who brought him here, and displeased with the lack of information, other than a basket with a device rather like his communicator from Atlantis. And a few other items, but he pushed them away for later. Except for one other thing. A key. He may be stuck on the surface, but he was not in jail anymore. Orm tucked that into his skinsuit, under his left-hand gauntlet. He picked up the communicator last, and gave the room another sweep.

Perhaps there would be an explanation outside wherever he was as to why he was dragged out of the ocean, or else there will be consequences for their temerity.

Orm left the room, not enjoying the fact he had to walk instead of swim to where he was going. But on the other hand, he wasn't in jail. First order of business, find out where he was and who was in charge. Next, well, he'll just see about that.

[revmeup]

Harley didn't have a plan when she woke up in a strange new place, except of course to immediately test the boundaries. She took her weapon with her on her expedition, just in case, and headed out into the city to find ... Well, she didn't know. Answers? Not likely. A fight if she was lucky. Someone else in the same boat if she was really lucky.

She doesn't know anything about Atlantean skinsuits but she does know when someone is dressed weird as hell, so when she sees Orm it feels like hitting the jackpot. She beams and waves at him like they're already old friends.

"Well hey! Ain't you a fish out of water!" If only she knew. "New in town?"

Andreas of Eraklyon | Fate: The Winx Saga

[twistedsteel]

[Run]

Andreas had found himself in some questionable places before. He was a solider, he was trained for that. Especially after the missions that Rosalind had sent him on during the war. He'd earned his reputation. All that said and done he had never woken up in the First World before. Or whatever this place was. It wasn't the Otherworld. The light didn't seem right. Though as he made his way down the streets, things lurked in the shadows. Like the monsters he'd fought in his world. Except this time he didn't have a fairy on his side or...

"Fuck." He grumbles. There is something in the shadows. There is definitely something there. He wouldn't mind Farrah being there then. A mind fairy would be useful to give him some idea what the hell is about to try and jump him from the shadows. Which he swears should not be out to kill him already. There should be some sort of grace period before whatever the fuck is controlling this place figures out he should be got rid of. Because he's already too battle weary and worn to go a moment without thinking that something out there has a bigger plan. Thank you Rosalind for that.

He doesn't get a chance. It attacks. He isn't sure what it's supposed to be, but sure as hell doesn't look like a burnt one at least. No one needs those here. Whatever's here has enough clearly without adding that to the mix. He reached instinctively for his sword, specialist training kicking in automatically. Thankfully his sword at least seems to have accompanied him. It felt good in his hand. The sword always does. It was made for him after all.

Somehow Andreas manages a couple of blows to it. Still it, because fuck he doesn't want to find out what thing is now and he's actually preferring the idea of burnt ones because he knows how to handle them. As a good soldier he knows as well as attack when to retreat. This is a retreat. Quickly. Getting away from it is the idea then over killing it. He stands no chance of that. A suitable blow to it that won't do much damage but should give a distraction enough so he can run. He isn't afraid though. Not fear then. Anger. Andreas is powered by it, the years out on missions had made it his fuel.

But run he does.

At least back to somewhere with less shadows and more people around. A strategic retreat. He isn't going to ever mention it to anyone willingly. He sat down on a bench. Sword clattering against it and on the floor as he hadn't put it away yet. He was going to sit there a little while and try and work out what just happened.

Centurion Marius Titus I Ryse: Son of Rome/ TW: Blood, etc.

[sonofrome]

-> Arrival <-

Marius finds himself eying a city much like something he'd, never seen before. Rome wasn't like this at all and the people around him wore something quite different than what he expected. Wearing his Centurion armor and other things would no doubt bring unwanted attention to him. So, he kept quiet and soon he was attacked by some sort of demonic creature. The Centurion found himself fighting off a demon with no remorse or who didn't care what status he had here.

The Centurion's own sword was lightly covered in blood once the demon was defeated, and the man seemed alright at least for now. "What the name of the Gods and Goddesses was that?!" (Translated from Latin muttering)

He could change his look to Damocles but without the right tools at his disposal that would be hard.

II: Wildcard/ Arena/ Damocles- City of Shadows

[As Damocles] The Dark Centurion stood in the shadows eying each match. Each match was different as well as more challenging than the next.

His face was covered with white and had red blood tears coming down his face. He hid his identity to cover his own tracks here. Instead of the usual, Damocles looked through the arena doors eyeing everything he'd face out there. There was anything from vampires to a Saiyan which he had no idea what they were about.

Damocles stalked his way through the cities, leaving corpses of small demons, using the demon blood as some sort of makeup on his face to hide his own identity. However, any small demon or otherwise, he left a head of some sort.

Whatever damage the shadow Centurion left behind; the blood was able to heal the man in time.

"You may of tried to conquer the city, but who's going to save you from me?"