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!

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Flat | Top-Level Comments Only

Because Kate's mom was involved in Fisk business and didn't like that I was poking around her company ties or hanging around her daughter. I don't know what you want, okay, there was a hit put out on me, and Yelena probably got put on it if she didn't volunteer for it because revenge is a really great motivator.

[He doesn't know how Eleanor managed to get a Black Widow on the case, but Fisk has connections that run deeper than just New York. Yelena obviously has a particular skillset she's spent her whole life honing, and she probably doesn't have any kind of otherwise steady normal person job. Money's also a pretty good motivator. He huffs and motions down the street.]

Can we just go? Please?

[ Natasha's face falls. Now it makes sense. Revenge. For her death. Someone told her sister he was responsible for her death. It's the only way Yelena would return to the Black Widow way of thinking: to erase the name they were given from existence.

She lets it go for now. Clint was the one that was here right now, and she didn't want to turn this evening and this reunion into something that would end badly. So, Natasha nods in surrender and steps back, turns and falls into stride beside him. ]

[He doesn't want to argue. But he knows difficult talks have to be had, and they have to be had sooner rather than later. He's thrilled to see her again, to talk to her like she never left, even if it also sucks all the air out of his lungs. A tiny traitorous part of him still whispers that this can't be real. It's all going to turn to smoke in his hands, water between his fingers, and he's going to lose her again, and none of this will matter--

But that's a tiny part that can go get smothered with a pillow. He lets a quiet settle over them for a short while. Even if letting her feel the hurt fucking sucks. Because it lets them both cool off before this spins too wildly out of control, lets them bring themselves back in. It still hurts now, but hurts just a little less to recall it.]

She was going to kill me. [And he can make excuses if he wants, that it was already after an intense fight, that his heart wasn't in fighting but just surviving. But he doesn't.] Had me dead to rights. That's your sister. As good as they come. I kept trying to explain it to her, but she wasn't having it.

I used your whistle. The one you always said about having with her. It was the only damn thing left I could think of to get her to stop for two seconds. She started listening then.

[ At the end of the street, Natasha directs them to the right. They were only a couple blocks away now from the quaint little bungalow she had rented from a little old in the City before it became what it is now, which is good considering the tower is still not anywhere she wants to live.

She didn't expect him to continue, even despite the stretch of silence they had walked before he decided to explain further. And she listens but keeps her eyes forward and her hands folded in front of her.

Natasha looks up from the sidewalk in front of her. She's quiet a moment longer before giving a nod. ]

I knew when I told you about that whistle that there might come a day when I wouldn't be able to talk sense into her. She's stubborn, just like me. But so are all Black Widow operatives.

[ He knew that already. ]

I know it took a lot, but I'm glad it was you who got her to believe. If anyone else had... well someone else did get to her. She's being used.

She took a job to kill the last person that ever saw her sister alive. She figured if she had been there--

[...But is that right? Did she know, in detail, what had happened? The public knows, at least, that she sacrificed herself in the line of duty to bring everyone home. It's not such a stretch for people to know that the guy she was closest to was involved. But did someone twist the narrative somewhere along the line?

Maybe Natasha's right. Maybe they all had gotten manipulated one way or another, and the fact that the people who got out of it alive did is nothing short of a Christmas miracle. He frowns.]

I think she knew, you know, inside, that you always did whatever you set your mind to without anyone ever being able to stop you. But didn't want to believe. She wanted someone to blame.

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