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

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[ It really was so Coulson to spend his last days in the place that had haunted him for six years. It's a magical place. Drinking wine on a beautiful beach wasn't a terrible way to go, she had to admit. And May said he'd been happy... ]

Yeah, they were. [ Fondness emerges from the cloud of sorrow hanging around her. She'd been so excited for them to finally take that step in their relationship. ] Took 'em a while to get there, but they did in the end.

[ That grief pierces through her again, because what if she never sees May again? They'd only just reconnected, leaning on each other as they dealt with all the bullshit of the last few weeks and now— ]

May is hoping to recreate the Academy in his name. She hated being stuck behind a desk, but I think she'd be a really great teacher. She was my SO, so I've seen the miracles she can work firsthand. [ Daisy's trying hard to lean on humor again, poking fun at her own disastrous early days of training, but the words fall flat as her heart is slowly crushed in her chest. ]

[Huh. So the cellist didn't work out, that's a shame, but...that he found someone right under his nose to be happy with... That makes it all worth it, doesn't it?]

Probably better for him I didn't know. I would've made so much fun of him as payback for some of the grief he gave me.

[He can't, actually, imagine it being better not knowing. Could Phil have done something about the Accords, or been a fucking voice of reason between Steve and Tony? Maybe Rhodes wouldn't have been shot down, and half the team in exile. Maybe they could've sorted out their god damn differences about Barnes in a reasonable way.

But he didn't. He wasn't there, and he did nothing to help. That stings. But Clint can't deny the appeal of honoring him with building back something better.]

If anyone can whip new blood into shape in his place, I'm sure she's not a bad choice.

[ There's so much Daisy wants to tell him. All the amazing and terrible things their team encountered, all the work they put in that no one ever knew about. The world thinks the Avengers took down HYDRA, but SHIELD did just as much work from the shadows. Hive and AIDA and, hell, her parents... Saving the world from a future where the last scraps of humanity were ruled over by the Kree.

But this isn't the time or the place for those stories. He's had to deal with too much already, he doesn't need even more incomprehensible shit heaped on his plate. Just look at where they are now; they've got more than enough to deal with. ]

I'm sorry. [ It comes out so suddenly, she almost can't believe she actually said it. But then, visibly conflicted, she continues. ] For just dropping all this on you. You deserved better than that. All of it.

[There are things he knows he deserves. Answers, for one thing. Maybe a quiet retirement that lasts more than two years, though he's never going to get his hopes up about that. Deserve better, though? After the things he's done, whether by necessity or by choice?

That's a slippery slope of thinking he doesn't tend to ascribe to. And it isn't fair of her to put guilt on herself just because they can both mourn the same man who was important in their lives. He shakes his head.] I asked. I would've wanted to know either way, and I appreciate you not sugarcoating anything. You and me, hey, we're gonna have to spend a night getting stupidly drunk, and you can tell me about him. And the things you and your team got up to.

And seeing as I've got a kind of glimpse in your future, you got questions, I figure I owe you any answers I can give.

Thanks. I appreciate that. [ And she does, because not knowing the details of something is likely to eat away at her if she lets it. She also appreciates the offer of getting drunk and sharing stories — she'd like to hear a few of his from Coulson's earlier days, if Clint's willing to share them. But the mention of their possibly shared future only serves to ratchet up her anxiety, her thoughts again trying to spiral out of control with all the What Ifs and unknowns. Maybe it's the fact that she trusts him implicitly, not just because he'd been an Avenger but because Coulson had trusted him, but she feels her guard slipping and doesn't fight it. ]

I've gotta be honest, I actually don't know if it is my future. Pretty sure I died before I woke up here. Wherever here is.

[ Which is the million-dollar question, isn't it. Where the hell are they? Who brought them here and for what purpose? Those are the answers she really needs, even if it only ends up helping other people like Clint who actually have a life to get back to. It won't be the first time she makes up her mind to sacrifice herself if it helps others have a better life. At least this time no one she loves is around to stop her. ]

[That snaps his attention. She doesn't look like she's hurt, but that doesn't necessarily mean anything. He's sure there are people who must think this is hell or purgatory or whatever kind of afterlife they might buy into, but if it is, it's the shittiest version of any of that he could conjure up. Much more likely they're all real physical selves in a "real" physical place. (Real as in...it's physical. Still probably magically made, though.)]

You don't look dead, but I don't know what that counts for these days, if anything. [No one tell him about Strange possessing his own corpse, thanks.] Pretty good chance that you aren't dead yet, though. If I ask what happened, how short a version can you give?

[ Daisy hasn't ruled out the possibility of this being some sort of afterlife, but it's just as likely in her mind that this might be a version of the Framework. Some of these people (and not-people) might just be bits of code wandering around thinking they're real, while those like Clint and herself were uploaded into the system. Maybe her body was too damaged, and they scanned her brain? She'd never wanted that, the same way Coulson never wanted to be brought back, but she knows what grief can do to rational thought. ]

Short version? I blew up a spaceship while I was still inside it. [ There's a beat, and then she adds an afterthought for clarification. ] I meant to do it.

[ Because that's the important part. She might not be bleeding or have anything visibly broken, but her suit covers pretty much everything except her fingers and head, so no one can see the mottled bruising covering her arms and chest. And that's not even getting into the probably dozens of hairline fractures she can feel in her bones. It hurts like hell, but she's had a lot worse. ]

Beats doing on accident, I guess. Does sound pretty deadly though. Could be whoever brought you here ended up saving your ass.

[Not that he wants to give any credit at all to whoever's running the show. Because fuck that. But it might be a possibility that can't currently be ignored.]

Man, everyone's been to space nowadays. Used to be that was special.

[ Huh, she hadn't considered that angle. Her first thought is there's nothing out there that could swoop in and save her from the depths of space in the seconds before she'd freeze to death, but... Well, given her life thus far, she really shouldn't make judgments like that. Just about anything is possible if you have the right connections.

She's quiet for a moment, then speaks almost apologetically when she'd normally be in full bragging mode. ] I lived out there for a year, so... Sorry?

It's not always as cool as it seems like, but you're gonna have to share that story sometime.

And then we're gonna have to figure out how to get you back to living. [Him, too. But he's not exactly going to suggest him getting back home is any more important. There's a happier future Daisy has to make it to see, even if it also will take years of bullshit.]</small.

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