nonotagain | 01. Test Drive Meme

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

Flat | Top-Level Comments Only

He would deserve it if he did try to renege on a deal, but really? What's the worst she could ask?

He'd learn for sure.

A sense of dread swelling up, at least he'd come back, but it was very inconvenient to die to say the least... and then. She came through. Those hazel eyes wide as he watched the javelin go into the base of its skull, destroying the brain stem. Even his reagent couldn't do anything there.

"What a shot." What else could he say, his tone showed how impressed he was, turning then to really look at her, not offering to help remove the weapon of course. "Yes, quite. Thank you again. And as promised, I will be in your debt for now." Oh, he had no idea.

Harley missed that rare expression, being too focused on prying the javelin back out. It was a lot harder than you'd think, and involved a lot of twisting and turning and no small amount of stomping with heavy boots. By the time she was finished, she was covered in gore up to her knees and there wasn't enough of the demon's head left for family to identify. If demons had families, or homicide investigations, or any of that.

She puffed a little from exertion and kicked the remains to the side, slinging the javelin over one shoulder. She wiped her hand off on her skirt and stuck it out for introductions.

"Wallet, please!"

Or robbery, actually.

It did appear to be a fair amount of work, and he made no move to help or step further. What a strange day. Life was always strange in the city, but some days it was just stranger than normal.

Yeah, this woman definitely fell in that scary group that Devi and Maggie were in. Yet, that just made that mind of his even more curious.

What he didn't expect, the next thing. "Are you robbing me now?" Of course, he asked, looking confused. Yet, one doesn't argue with the woman who just killed a demon. His boring wallet handed over. Nothing too exciting in there. Bank card for the city, his City ID was before his Massachusetts ID from 1987. The City ID listed his address as, a house beside the cities only graveyard. Not that she might realize that right away. "This seems quite counter productive."

"If I took your wallet off your dead body then it'd be all bloody and gross."

She rifled through his wallet and considered taking the bank card, but he didn't look like he had enough in his account to be worth the hassle. She took out the IDs.

"1987? Pff, I wasn't even born yet." Harley kept the City ID and tucked it into her bra for safekeeping, tossing the rest of the wallet back to him. "Gotta know where to find you when it's time to collect, old man."

"...Fair enough. And a waste." He grumbled when he handed it over. She had a logical answer there. He still looked affronted about being kinda robbed. Well, at least she didn't take the bank card. He didn't even know how to get that updated.

Those were all things Dan handled, and he had yet to hear from Daniel.

"It was only 1989 when I was pulled here. I am not that old." He grumbled, Herbert looked older than he was and yet, despite his ice queen tone he was not even that offended. "You could have asked, you know. As I have a feeling you are going to be one of my off the books patients."

Why tell someone you do illegal work? She screamed criminal in the interesting way. "The assassins and gang members come to my basement when they need patching up off the book. Same address on that ID, should you need that, favor aside of course." Business was not the same as a favor owed in his book, and Herbert West kept track of his debts.

"Coulda asked," she agreed with a shrug. "But then you coulda lied."

She tipped her head and looked him up and down, idly turning the javelin as she considered his whole... deal.

"I do my own doctoring. But I'll think about it if I ever need stitches where I can't reach."

"You are correct, I could have." A slight shrug followed, as he slipped his wallet back inside his jacket pocket.

His shifted his eyes back to her a moment later and nodded. "Well, the offer stays open all the same. Have you just arrived?" He asked curiously, as if he hadn't just woken up in a dusty pent house himself. But, this was familiar ground. He knew where he was, and it was better than Arkham by a long shot.

"What, I don't look like a local?" Harley rolled her eyes and snorted a crude laugh, adjusting the javelin across her shoulders.

She didn't know where she was, but she would agree it was better than Arkham. Granted, she doesn't know any Arkhams other than her own old stomping grounds, but she'd stand by it.

"No, not exactly. You seem much more... animated." Yeah, that works. His hands slipped into his jacket pocket as he leans more on one leg than the other. She is a curious one. "Curious weapon you have there, I would keep that on hand. This is one of the lesser demons... and on that note I should leave and go arm myself. Leaving unarmed was not wise." He wanted to find Daniel and Megan but, clearly, he had let that cloud his judgement, leaving unarmed.

Soon she will get to find out they're both Arkham escapees. Just in different ways.

"Awwww, you flatterer!"

Harley watched him turn and go a couple steps before she caught up with him in quick, bouncy strides. It wasn't like she had anyone else to hang out with yet, and he apparently knew where to get weapons. Maybe she could even get him to treat her to a little something, if she played her cards right.

"Where we goin'?"

"...Flatterer? No." He was putting a stop to that there. At least, he assumed so. He assumed wrong.

He had a bankcard that had the remainder of his account from before, so he was a little better of than those who came fresh in. He did look her way when she bounced up to his side. "Coming with me?" He asked the obvious, though he was leading them back towards the tower. Where there was a lounge that she could get a treat at.

"I am returning to my assigned housing to get the gun I left there. Then I intend to get out to the house I actually live out to see if my roommates are there." He saw no point in lying ot sending her away. She was a fighter, that was useful.

She gasped comically and elbowed him in the side. "Taking me back to your place already? You dog!"

She laughed at her own joke and kept pace with him, not letting him get even a second to chide her before starting a new flood of questions.

"What kind of gun do you have? Where d'ya get your ammo? Any hot tips on wholesalers around here?"

All he could do is sigh heavily. He didn't even have time to give a retort before she fired off her questions.

This was going to be a long day.

"A simple .45. I have a better gun that Mr. Wick gave me, but it is at the house." He hoped John was here, that man was both good for business and easy on the eyes. "I buy the ammo from the shooting range, and honestly the shooting range is still the best bet. There are other places, though, places I do not go. If Mr. Wick is here, I will introduce you."

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