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's been a long time. A fading dream. But as his feet walk along damp pavement, it crystalizes into absolute clarity. The City. He's traveled more than one iteration of it. It always feels the same, even when it changes.

He makes his way to the police station and walks up to the chief's office.

"You can go," he says to its occupant. "I'm back now."

Its occupant has the sense not to argue. Erik sits behind the desk and takes a phone out of his pocket, turning on the video function to broadcast to all.

[Video; OTA]

[For those that had been there, the backdrop of the police chief's office behind him will be familiar.

So will his terse voice.]

Who else is back?

[ooc: catch him anywhere in the streets on his way to the police station, at the police station or on the network.]

Charles does one better. About fifteen minutes after, he sees the text that Erik has put out. He arrives at the station, stopping at the police chief's door briefly before crossing over to a large leather chair.

"Erik," he greets simply. "I'd ask how you're doing, but it seems the same as when we last saw each other: Business as usual."

"That depends, I suppose, on what you count as the last time we saw each other," Erik tells him. "I'm considerably older than the last time I was here." He gets up and takes a bottle and two glasses out of a cabinet, splashing whiskey into each tumbler and holding one out to Charles. "And we've been through some things."

That gets his attention. Charles narrows a look at him, then takes the glass.

"There was another version of me then. The last I remember was a few months after my and Draco's wedding. Perhaps a little longer," he replies, taking a drink. "What happened?"

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prefers_magneto - 2023-06-14 00:32 (UTC) - Expand

Present.

Good. Where are you staying?

Good to see you too.

Alex. It's been a long time.

You missed me right?

Sara is Helping. The doors of the station open with a burst of a wave of sound, and in walks Sara with someone who looks like they got their ass kicked by her. Can't take the vigilante justice out of the girl.

"Where should I put this?"

Erik turns around from the desk sergeant at the familiar voice.

"Trash goes downstairs," he tells her. He tilts his head towards the lifts. "And then come upstairs," he adds, gesturing towards the second floor.

She almost laughs, but holds it back. Trash downstairs, it is.

She doesn't take too long to do it, and then makes her way upstairs. "Am I getting called to the principal's office?" She mostly jokes with a small smile.

Last she remembered she'd been dead in the last iteration (???) of this city, but she's regaining her bearings. She's been teleporting around for fun, seeing where she can wind up, what's new, what's not.

And then she winds up on another sidewalk, but when she takes a step backwards, she bumps into someone.

"Sorry, zombie witch coming through." She says before she can realize who it is.

"Zombie witch?" Erik questions with amusement. "I was hoping you were still here."

divaricate - 2023-06-14 01:31 (UTC) - Expand

Back?

Who are you?

Edited 2023-06-13 21:19 (UTC)

I'm your chief of police. Who are you?

Re: video

nottheboss - 2023-06-14 21:12 (UTC) - Expand

Back? I've never fucking been here before. What the hell is going on?

[ He looks like Erik, the name at the top of the message says Erik Lehnsherr, but she's definitely accounting for the fact he might not know her. ]

[He stares at her on the screen. There's something so familiar that he just can't place.]

Are you sure? I know I've seen you somewhere before.

thedeadgirl - 2023-06-14 01:02 (UTC) - Expand

[There's a familiar face and the voice to go with it.

Have a grinning, half-disbelieving redhead appearing onscreen.]

Well hi, stranger.

[His video screen shows the unmistakable view of the arcade behind him.]

Hi.

Mr. Lehnsherr, a pleasure to see you again.

[ Erik was scary, but an interesting kind of scary. Like poking a bear with a stick. ]

Kate has already been to the police station. Gabriel hadn't been there. No one she knew had been there. With little interest in resuming that part of her City life, she had left the station. They don't need her and she has Flour Power to worry about. It's going to take a lot to get her former business open.

On her way back to the Tower district, Kate ducks into the first coffee place. She waits in line patiently. But then she sees him, out of the corner of her eye. Erik Lehnsherr.

Fuuuck.

The longer Regulus spent in the City, the more of it that didn't seem so foriegn and strange, almost as if he'd visited this place in a dream - the edge of familiarity that left him when the feeling was closely examined.

In an attempt to grasp ahold of that sensation with any kind of firm grip, Regulus had taken to exploring.

He was looking up at the lettering on a building- the police station, it seemed when he almost ran into someone taller and older than him.

He did not apologize, that wasn't in his vocabulary at this point in his life, and besides, he'd only almost run into the man, not actually done it.

But he stopped, because that feeling of familiarity was flashing over him upon looking at the man.

"I think I know you."

[ oh here's a face he might recall. Except she's younger. ]

Erik. I presume you have some idea of where we're at?

...You don't know?