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

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! ]

[doesnotsparkle]

[ His camera was off, so she wouldn't see him roll his eyes. Still amused, but no less unsurprised, but the woman he doesn't know. ]

Clever, what is your name, miss?

[ If nothing else, this was amusing, which helped kill some time. ]

[revmeup]

Why, whatcha gonna do with it?

[doesnotsparkle]

Use it, or trade it for contraband.

[ He teased. ]

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.]

[doesnotsparkle]

[ That would always be a cakewalk compared to instant near acid trippy interdimensional travel. And some interesting, if not worrisome, people tended to be the only ones who came after Michael. ]

Military, superhero, or simply a curious type?

[ There was a sigh there. As he took a moment before answering. ] That is not an easy answer, my friend. Sometimes it is a reason, sometimes someone else. Sometimes a cosmic McMuffin simply there to give me a migraine. I say like I am important. I am not, I simply have comically bad luck.

[needsabreak]

[Leon's expression hardens. Military is already too close of a guess for his liking.

It also just raises more questions.]

Sorry... superhero? Like spandex and tights? [Naturally, he sounds incredulous.

He mulls over how much information he actually wants to part with.] I work for the US Government. [Nice and vague. But he really didn't consider himself military.] Honestly, though, shouldn't everyone be curious about what the fuck is going on here?

[The stranger's 'answer' is about as clear as he would expect from someone else who doesn't know why they are here. Fair. He scoffs softly in amusement at Michael's final assessment. Comically bad luck.] You too, huh?

[doesnotsparkle]

[ Michael was studying him a moment. That hardened expression was taken note of. Curious.

His tone sounded exhausted then.]

Yes, exactly that. Sometimes leather, but mostly Kevlar laced spandex. [ And he has exactly no room to talk. He's been fighting in a spandex disco suit for years with no shame. ]

I see, well, nothing wrong with that. Some of us are used to rolling with the weird shit. My life's been a bag of peculiar shit since my mid-twenties. Not much truly surprises me. I am sure there are others, like-minded, and curious about what is going on.

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]

[doesnotsparkle]

Same for you?

[ Michael was curious, how could he not be? Though, that name had caught his attention.]

I was in New York City, Brownsville to be exact. Nothing exciting there.

[abeautifulgame]

Somewhere a little more exciting.

[where he was, he means]

We called it the Void. [no, he called it that. he's pretty sure everyone else voted to call it something ridiculous. but anyway] And it was -- well, complicated, that's for sure.

[he's not trying to deflect; it really was complicated]

[doesnotsparkle]

Color me curious.

[ He mused, listening. ] The Void sounds like a goth club from the 90's.

[ Not that he could judge at all. ] Most things seem to be complicated, yes, but I would enjoy hearing about it one night.

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.

[doesnotsparkle]

Oh, I know a few psychiatrists, quite full of themselves more than not. No, you are safe there. Unless you annoy me too much. Which I doubt, but I insist people who annoy me call me Dr. Morbius. My friends, however, call me Michael. Or they would if I had any.

[ He's always on his dramatic bullshit. Morbius wasn't too common of a name, even in his world. His father's fame had been bad enough before his own... then his infamy. ]

Have you been anywhere else, Jack? Or first spin around the multiverse? Curiosity should be my sin, I confess. I am endlessly curious of most things. It gets me in trouble sometimes, I am sure you understand.

[ He didn't fully remember yet, but something in his mind was itching. Like something locked away. Curiosity of the heart and the head, researching the vaccine... making a stupid message and a punishment... It was all trying to come back. ]

[sisterswitch]

Oh, don’t be too quick to doubt. Most people find me annoying, mainly because I won’t stop talking about the uncomfortable truths they don’t want to hear about. But that’s their problem. Haters gonna hate, right?

[yeah, not many are counted in jack’s party of friends. that number’s countable on one hand, actually: simon, julia, murmur. she misses them already, more than she cares to admit.]

Well, for the last few years, I’ve been living on a sentient space ship that’s on the run from militant space fascists and an AI with more homicidal stalker programming than a string of bad exes, so I guess you could say this isn’t my first black parade. Still, it’s nice to be back in a city again.

I don’t see curiosity as a sin fwiw, but I do see how it can get you in trouble with people who do. Or people with secrets they’re trying to hide. Authority types, usually.

[doesnotsparkle]

[ While he almost started to respond, it was that last line that made something click. Something unlock. Jason... Jason sitting in the room with a six pack. 'If you’re gonna shell out for beer, you gotta help me drink ‘em, too - them’s the rules.' Himself standing before his device speaking out against the government... and being grabbed from the labs later.

How could he have forgotten? How did that just happen? What the hell? Was Jason okay? ]

You know me don't you?