nonotagain | 01. Test Drive Meme

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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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i. arrival

Waking up in a strange place isn't always off-putting for the pirate. She drinks with the burliest of men, sometimes drinking them all under the table before dropping the act to stumble her way to a comfortable spot to sleep it off. Only one man bothered to try and take advantage of her while she was sleeping and it didn't end well for him.

She'd sailed with Jack and Charles Vane and even Teach for days to weeks on end; days that blurred from one into the other until it was pointless to keep track of anything other than what ship was out in the distance and the colours they were sailing under.

Anne woke in the Coliseum district, inside a building that is about as foreign to her as everything else around her. She's never seen a city like this before, not even in one of her wildest dreams where her imagination could run wild. There were machines on wheels, rolling down hard surfaces. Lights that had no open flame behind them. Colours so dark and muted she had to squint after blinking to make sure she had opened her eyes again.

She wanders the streets all night, right up until dawn before she finds the harbour and the waterfront. To say she was overwhelmed, would be the biggest understatement and Anne hardly moves from her spot in the sand until sundown again, trying to figure out what to do next.

[ ii. RUN! ]

After watching her hold her own in a fight at the docks, Anne finds herself approached by a fat lard of a man and told he will pay her money for each fight she wins and it's a deal she simply cannot refuse.

Anne stands at the sidelines, waiting her turn to fight in the structure most call the Coliseum, which reminds her of another building she's seen in books, in a place called Rome.

As she watches each bout, Anne pays close attention to how each person fights. One fight is hand to hand. Another is with weapons. The last is with pistols. The unfortunate loser of that match is carried off the field moments before Anne is motioned into the arena.

[ iii. wildcard ]

[ Feel free to find Anne at any of the various locations around the Coliseum district or somewhere near the docks stealing and picking fights with the shadier assholes down there. Can also be found in the hallways at St. John's. ]

Arrival

A sharp ear would hear a whistling that was out of place for the street, something falling and fast. Falling far too, by the length of the sound but any questions about what it was would be answered in three.. two...

The sound of flapping clothing joins the whistle and a moment later, a Girl slams into the ground. The pavement fractures out in a concave circle around her with her leather trench coat, embroidered with a symbol across her back, as dusty as the big black boots and the wild shock of purple hair. She's still for a long few minutes, long enough to worry a normal sort of person, but it doesn't really take her long to come to with a rough groan.

"Jezzus," comes a soft and feminine voice after the groan, and Devi pushes herself over onto her back, long limbs sprawled out as she blinks and squints green eyes as they adjust to the light change. "I do not remember asking for that ride."

Roaming

Once she'd gotten herself sorted, Devi took to looking around. Was this still the City she remembered? She started with the Tower district, eyeballing the Tower itself and the office that used to sit at the top of it. She couldn't help but have a million questions, most of which might start a war if she goes digging into anthills that weren't yet fully formed. Would someone be home if she went and poked around?

With a deep sigh and a tightening of her lips, Devi decides to ignore her instincts for today and heads towards the docks. OHM used to be there, and if she couldn't look for any of the answers she wanted to, she could at least see if her artwork was still here. See if her art gallery was still attached on the far side of OHM.

After that it was a visit to her old apartment, to see how much of the City had really been preserved. No, she wasn't quite the same Devi that had been here but she is me and we are D and everyone's together, after all.

Wild card!
Catch her anywhere in between!

Edited 2023-06-09 02:55 (UTC)

Arrival, lust housing
Sara's eyes snap open in a place that looks familiar enough to her, despite the fact that it looks like she took a decades long nap around her. She gets up from her bed just as quickly, opening the nearest window in her room, and - in an effort to both test the metahuman powers she'd had in he city before and an effort to see if anyone nearby would recognize her display as such - clears her throat and let's out a loud scream. The kind that can shatter things if she's not careful, her own canary cry, sonic scream, whatever you want to call it. Then she's silent. She might try a couple more times too. Just call her the 6 am rooster of the city apparently.

Around town
She starts walking around town, looking for familiar faces. If she sees one she'll ask them, "Do you know who I am?"; a good start, she feels.

For unfamiliar faces, they get a greeting of: "Hey, quick question. Uh, what the fuck?" In a tone that's somehow confused yet non threatening. Confused because this is both the place and not the place she remembers last being in.

Maybe you also find her later in the day absolutely tossing someone trying to mug her into a brick wall. She's not got super strength, and she's small, but a trained assassin knows how to use that. Duck?

Edited 2023-06-09 03:04 (UTC)

Along the side of a towering brick wall, around the corner from the main entrance into OHM, Anne had a man against the wall and a knife at his throat murmuring threats that only he could hear before she turns him loose with a patch of wetness on the front of his pants.

Catching the movement in the corner of her eye, Anne spins and eyes Devi warily, keeping her blade out just in case.

Edited 2023-06-09 03:13 (UTC)

Arrival
Anyone in the Tower or nearby could hear it, the raging, roaring scream of a woman: "Avery, you asshole!" Who Avery was, or why he was an asshole, would be left unexplained. Sam wasn't exactly in the mood to provide context. Mostly, she was kind of in the mood to break things. Which she did, sending a chair through the window of the apartment where she woke up.

She could have done more damage. Like, a lot of damage, seriously. But that glass window shattering stopped her. The shattering specifically. Because why was it solid, why was it whole? For the last...what, half a year? Something like that. For the last half a year, every window Sam encountered seemed pretty broken. Like the fucking world. The fucking broken world. When she crept to the window and peered out, though, what she saw made no damn sense.

Next thing she knew, she was running down the stairs, taking them two at a time, her shining, plastic curls bouncing against the back of her shoulder as she tore out into the night. Into what was clearly not Los Angeles. "What the..." She brushed her hair back from her face, blue eyes wide. "What the actual fuck?"

Yeah. That was pretty much all she had, at the moment.

Run!
It took Sam a few days to calm down. It would take longer to wrap her brain around all of this because fucking Einstein-Rosen bridges being real? What the shit was that and why wasn't she writing out a paper to win a Nobel right now?

Well, you needed Sweden to win a Nobel. And there wasn't any kind of Sweden to be found, as far as she could tell.

Anyway, what worried her more than the lack of Sweden was the possibility of Kindred. They were like roaches. She ought to know, she'd survived the fucking end of the world. There had to be more in the city, so she was doing her best to subtly draw them out. Maybe there was a Prince. Maybe there were primogen. Who knew? No one was telling her anything. So she was out on the town with a can of spraypaint, tagging walls with her symbol--a crescent moon in front of a strand of DNA--hoping to get someone's attention. She used to be Carthian, she had contacts. Maybe. Einstein-Rosen bridges aside. It was confusing.

As she shook out her can to tag another wall, though, she heard the sound of...well, some kind of movement. Something sliding across the pavement. It sort of sounded like sandpaper. Only...wet?

"Fuck," she said, taking in a sharp breath.

Wild Card
[OOC: Come at me with prompts. I'm pretty flexible. But overall CW for lots and lots of swearing.]

{ arrival }

[ The first thing Christine thinks when she awakens is "Not again." It should be noted that this is not because she's been to the City before, but rather this isn't her first kidnapping. Really, she's starting to wonder if she isn't a magnet for this sort of thing. The second thing she thinks is "Azoth? Where are you?" Thankfully that question is answered quickly by the brief brush against her mind by her animas, who is in the next room exploring. Christine walks out to join the small peregrine falcon and take her first proper look at the City through the the impressive windows of the Magnolia Tower.

Well, this tells her nothing about where she is or who brought her here. It seems she'll have to investigate so off she goes. And it only takes her a few minutes to understand what an elevator is before she's at ground level and exploring the city. It's impossible to know if she's alone in being kidnapped but seeing how she's allowed to just walk the streets her kidnapper wasn't keen to keep her confined. The woman squints up at the skyscrapers in between watching her step so as not to run into anyone. Granted, the falcon on her shoulder is also good at telepathically warning her as well. ]

{ party, party }

[ Christine assumes that by attending this welcome party that she'll get some answers as to why she's actually here and after checking the closet she finds a suitable gown. It really isn't made to have a falcon sit on her shoulder all night so she carefully slips Azoth into a shoulder bag to bring along. Naturally the bird is released from her prison as soon as they arrive and perches on the back of Christine's chair to watch the proceedings. Playing nervously with the vial of blue liquid she wears on a pendant around her neck, Christine eyes the other guests. Are they all in the same predicament? When offered wine she smiles politely and shakes her head no. Again, she's becoming an expert at being kidnapped. The last thing she needs is to set a new record after being drugged. Eventually she decides to open up to someone seated at the table with her. ]

So, is this your first kidnapping?

{ network }

I am not unfamiliar with devices such as these used to communicate over distances, but can someone tell me if this is the best method with which to do research on this city? Or would the library have more information?

There is a library here, isn't there?

Arrival (Wrath District to start)

The last thing he remembers is being about to die. Rainy night, the glare of headlights, a lonely stretch of road.

"Hello, Sebastian. Easterbrook sends his regards."

So it's a surprise to find himself...someplace else entirely. Someplace quiet, small mercy, almost comfortable. At least, as comfortable as any hotel he's spent time in, and he's breathing and that's kind of critical, right?

It doesn't stop him from stumbling out into the streets. Jaeger is a big man, a veritable wall of a human being, with close-clipped black hair and eyes the blue-gray of well-washed denim. His presence is hard to miss, and he's yet more noticeable for the disorientation that clearly shows, a watchful fear setting his mouth in a grim line and an increasingly frantic stride.

Deep breaths. Be calm, be steady. He stops in the middle of the sidewalk, heedless of the foot traffic around him or how far he's wandered, and...

He's just going to sit down here for a minute. He folds to the pavement and just sits there, trying not to panic. It's kind of a spectacle, except for how silent it is- a forty year old man in a clear state of shock, running his hand through his hair repeatedly and trying to hold back screaming fits.

He could probably use some help.

Party, Party

The suit is exactly his size, which is suspicious all on its own, but in search of answers, Jaeger is going to the party, apparently.

There's a glass of wine in his hand, but it's all but forgotten as he gazes at the crowd. He's not much for debauchery, and he stands stiffly, the watchful demeanor of someone used to keeping watch. Taking in the crowd, making note of the flow of guests and who seems to know who. Who seems to know anything really, because that's why he put on the damn suit and is drinking wine he's not actually drinking.

"This is all very hospitable of them, isnt it?" he observes wryly. His voice is a low, rough rasp, the vestige of some illness or injury, but clipped and clear with practice and upbringing.

Network (text, open)

Good evening, to whoever this is reaching. I hope you're all doing your best to stay safe, as it seems the city suffers some kind of...infestation. Does anyone have further information about these creatures? I didn't get close enough to see much detail, it seemed to be mostly made of shadow.

Wildcard

((open to randomness, or PM or brimstonemuse for plotting! Will match prose or brackets))

Edited 2023-06-09 05:33 (UTC)

As much as things changed, somethings were the same too. She wasn't sure how it was she ended up in that ran down hotel room again after so long, but there she was. Not keen to stay there she started out wondering re-familiarize herself with the City. That would be her best bet.

Maggie'd not been roaming around very long when she stopped abruptly at the slam into the pavement " What the..Jesus fuck m!." a bird?...No..not a bird. A plane? No...not a plane either. From the lack of red cape she doubted it was Superman either. Squint. Purple hair..nah it couldn't be. " Dude, are you good?" Could it?

Maggie might have tripped over the guy if he wasn't such a tall man. She'd been wondering around trying to get herself re-familiarized with the place when she came upon Jaeger. the panic boiling just under the surface of his skin was rolling off of him in waves. Poor guy.

She wasn't about to leave him like that with all the things roaming around here, so heedless of any looks or odd comments the red head in a black over sized coat plopped herself down beside him on the sidewalk. She pulled a small bottle of water from her pocket offering it to him. "Asking if you're okay would seem almost insulting because clearly you're not." she said her voice soft but loud enough to be heard.

I. ARRIVAL

None of this place is familiar, but that doesn't bother Bianca. It may have been many long years since she called herself an adventuress, but it's like riding a bicycle, and she hasn't lost the knack.

She walks the streets in an increasing circle around the Tower, building up her mental map and looking for inhabitants. If you're not too obviously trying not to be observed, you may be greeted by a dark lady in a sleek, black dress. She is not tall, but she carries herself as though she is, and she walks with the confidence of a cat, as though all places are alike to her.

II. PARTY

Now this is more like it. Bianca is in her element. She's wearing a butter-soft leather underbust corset and not very much else. She has small breasts and strong dancer's legs, and she walks as though she's carrying a whip although all she actually carries is her tequila glass.

When she empties this, she turns to whoever's nearest, almost smiling.

"I know you aren't a waiter, dear heart, but - would you mind?"

Edited 2023-06-09 13:35 (UTC)

I. Arriving:

One moment he was being shoved in the back of a car with a gun to the back of his head. The next West awoke in bed, under a familiar black, luxurious comforter. One that he was certain he had drug back to the house, it was dusty as was everything around him, but otherwise the same. His eyes trying to focus as he sat up. Everything appeared as he had left it last time he was in this part.

'What the hell...' He needed to get to the house and find Daniel and Megan. Pushing out of bed, he walked in the bathroom and that was when he noticed he was covered in dried blood. All he could do was stare a moment before taking a shower, changing and heading out of the Magnolia Tower through the lobby and into the street to try to hail a cab.

II. Run
Sometimes finding a cab in this hellhole was not worth it at all. Of course, he couldn't exactly walk through the city, but he was mad enough to try. Even knowing the dangers that lurked around every corner.

Walking with his head held high and the contacts in, instead of his glasses, as he had started doing here before. He was running locations in his mind. Megan's apartment in Shanty Town, Dan's in the Red Light District, the house by the graveyard. He still had his keys in his pocket. The house must be there.

A growl behind him had the scientist spinning on his heels with a pronounced click from his dress shoes. "Oh fuck." Clear, cold and unexpected. A demon close, and no weapon on him.

He didn't run, not yet, trying to stare the beast down. It was only once it growled again that he turned and started to run. A run in with his former enemy, death would be very inconvenient today.

III. Wildcard:
[ ooc; also feel free to run into Herbert at the hospital, or anywhere that catches your fancy. I can be reached on plukr

opticon for plotting!]

The man standing nearby glances over at being addressed, his gaze fairly cool and assessing. To be fair, he looks as though he might be a waiter, given the way he's dressed in early 19th century attire; frock coat, waist coat, cravat, breeches and so on, if not for the somewhat worn and disheveled look about him and the mild attitude of irritation he's exuding.

However, he had been a servant of sorts before coming to the city, so he is somewhat used to people—his master anyway—asking him to do things.

"Not at all," he replies, his Yorkshire accent somewhat pronounced. "What is it you're drinking?"

I. - Arrival
Awake. Shake dreams from your hair. My pretty child, my sweet one. Choose the day and choose the sign of your day. The day's divinity. First thing you see.

The old Doors tune was drifting through the lazy air. Green eyes snapping open as the man gasped an unneeded breath. 'Did I go to sleep somewhere strange again? Did Matt give me a drugged drink? What? The thoughts tumbled over in his mind as he pushed off the coach he had awoken in, a moment spared to sway in time to the music as it played. Looking for his shoes, and his sunglasses. He recognized this little house as time passed.

Oh. Home again, home again, jiggity jig.

He moved along with the beat of the song as he made his way into the bedroom, tugging off his shirt and changing it. A pair of boots in the closet tugged on despite being dusty. No point in looking in the mirror. The tall vampire made his way out of his small house in Leisurebrook.

The tall messy headed vampire stepped out for the day, a red t-shirt that simply read 'I bite', A pair of blue jeans that were loose on his log legs and a pair of work boots. Sunglasses covered his face as he made his way to a cafe, idly wandering the street humming to himself, then to catch a ride to the tower district. There were always fun things there.

II- Party, party!
At first the vampire can be found lurking in corners doing his best Nosferatu, the movie not of his favorite clan, of course. In time, and after a drink or two, his sunglasses pushed up into his hair as he wandered up to someone at random. Gender? Species, doesn't matter. A pale hand offered over.

"Can I offer you a dance, love?" His accent is hard to peg. He's been many places over so many years, but he just seems so happy to just interact.

After a few spins around the dance floor, he can be found lounging in a chair, watching people with those bright green eyes of his. Taking note, learning and just enjoying the whole vibe of the place.

This world, and the others, they were always so much cooler than being back home.

III- Network
[ As always, the video starts upside down as he quickly rights it. The surrounding green, and flowers in view show he's laid down in someone's garden. A wide toothy grin, and no sign of fangs, greets everyone as the camera is righted. ]

Robot Roll call, Queen D, Caius, Draco, Glinda, Kit-Kat, or Matthew, any of you out there and kicking? Did you miss me?

[ It took everything in him not to say 'Daddy's back'. Maybe he was growing as a person. Unlikely. ]

IV - Wildcard
[Literally anywhere, Dorian likes to explore. If you wanna reach me to plot, hit me up on plurk at

opticon ]

Edited 2023-06-09 14:52 (UTC)

Thinking of roaches tended to make them appear. Did she expect anything less?

Dorian was making his way back from OHM, the long unneeded sunglasses now tucked into his t-shirt, a jean jacket on despite it not being cold. He heard the scrape against the concrete, and curiosity would always get the worst of him.

Peering around the alleyway, the moon caught his eyes first. Not quite what one would expect, but a pretty nice moon. Oh shit, there was a demon there. "Well, fuck." The two words fell from his mouth without his mind registering it. Yet, he didn't move to help.

If he learned anything from worlds of friendship with people like Devi D, Zoey, and Helena. His place was to stand there until someone yelled for help. And yet. "There's a two by four near the dumpster!" He called out, quietly watching to see if she wanted help or cursed him out. The world may never know.

The devices are a bit of a learning curve. Do not worry there. As for the best way to research the city, I confess I have no answer there. I have scoured the library many times with no luck, which I suppose answers your second question as well. The internet does not offer much either, much to my disappointment.

[ Man, he wished they had texting in the 80s. So many conversations he could have avoided.]

arrival
[Weird stuff has absolutely happened to him. Space travel. Time travel. Robot invasion. Half the universe disappearing and then coming back. When he comes to realize just how stuck he is and how actually weird the situation truly is, this is going to go up on the weirdness list for sure.

Initially, it's alarming but not the weirdest thing. He's closed his eyes for one reason or another and woken up elsewhere before. He's been kidnapped before. Normally he doesn't wake up to a furnished apartment with no guards and no bindings (and no raging hangover) with a fucking welcome basket.

He takes stock of what he has, what he doesn't. No contacts he's familiar with on the provided phone. City doesn't look familiar, but a lot of cities start looking the same after a while. Don't panic. He throws the hood of his hoodie up, covering the hearing aid still in place, and goes for a walk. Tries to get a lay of the land, first in the Coliseum district where he seems to have appeared at, and then further out. An answer to where he is. The City. Like that's an actual name. Tries to leave just to see what else is out there.

Is met with a dense grey fog. It disorients him enough to get him turned around, sent back the way he came. He tries this a few times until he finally simply is back in the new apartment. That spooks him.

He makes his way to the roof of St. John's, decides if he wants a better vantage point and a place to start for answers, then hell, the giant shining skyscraper tower in the middle of town is going to be the place to go.
(yeah okay good luck with that buddy)]

network: anonymous
Is there a Dick's around anywhere? Looking for hunting gear.

party
[He doesn't know where the clothes came from, but they are tailored to fit him, which is very suspect. What it means is that he looks oddly put-together for a party instead of dressed down or even out of place.

He's been out of the spy game for a while, technically, but he can't forget how to act undercover. He hides his displeasure for being here well, tries to blend in with a crowd. Polite, friendly, a dash of arrogance, a dash of awkward. He asks questions. About the City and its inhabitants, mostly. Though if he's talking to someone else as fresh to this as he is, he's much more willing to let the charade drop and commiserate.

He carries a drink around, occasionally brings it to his lips, but the more observant might notice it never gets any lower. What, like he's really going to trust anything here right now? Please. Especially with all the drugs just...freely being offered??] No thanks, I've got my drug of choice right here.

coliseum
[When he fights, it's usually from the shadows, across rooftops, in dark alleyways and dingy shopfronts. Not for a crowd.

But he needs to make some cash if he wants to survive long enough to find a way home. And so long as he's allowed (or even encouraged) to participate under a fake name and under a mask, even in a fucking costume, then he doesn't mind doing this. Does not mind donning the name Ronin again, even though he probably should, just for the sake of show.

It's not the same ensemble, given he burned that shit to a pile of ash, but it's along similar themes, the black and gold, a silhouette that gives an impression of a wandering samurai type. He doesn't always use swords or bows--but whatever is allowed in any given fight, he's good with. Maybe it's better if it isn't his preferred weapons. Keeps him from getting too deadly about it. He can take his licks without complaint; he's had worse over the course of his career, and even at his age, he keeps in excellent shape.

Easier, here, to tap into a mindset he was trying very hard to start to leave behind. Maybe that should concern him more.

But when he walks away, costume tucked in a bag, with fresh money burning a hole in his pocket, he finds it hard to argue against using every aspect of himself to his advantage here.]

wildcard
[go nuts, make some shit up! he's going to be doing plenty of exploring, probably getting up on rooftops like a good ol' vigilante type, being too old for this shit, getting his hands on a bow and Shooting Things (like, bad things, usually, or just hanging out at a shooting range), obtaining bits and bobs to make his own trick arrows, being a curmudgeon, not trusting shit for shit... he's gone deaf from all the fun loud explosive adventures he's been on but does have a hearing aid that works well for him; if it seems like he's ignoring you, he...probably has just turned it down or off.]

Harley doesn't know what city this is, why she's here, or how she got here, but she'll be damned if that stops her from finding where to party. She's a few drinks in and riding the cusp of a perfect buzz when the stranger asks her to dance, and there's no reason not to so she does. It's fun and she makes it through an entire song and a half before getting distracted by someone or something else and peeling away.

When she sees him again later, she's a few more drinks deep so she has to take a moment to place how she knows him. She doesn't, not at all, but she recognizes him and that's good enough for a friendly drunk like her. She plops down on the arm of the chair and leans against his shoulder.

"What are we looking at?"

Arriving

Currently, there's a man wandering about wearing early 19th century clothing along with a very perplexed look on his face. Unlike some of the recent arrivals, John Childermass is not a stranger to the phenomenon of someone suddenly finding himself in a strange place, although this city doesn't quite seem as though it's on the same level as the Faerie kingdom of Lost-Hope, the vague feeling of magic in the air notwithstanding. So no, probably not a part of Lost-Hope, given the somewhat... futuristic feeling? Which seems a bit un-Faerie-like, truth be told.

And then suddenly, Childermass has to leap back out of the way to avoid being run over by some sort of mechanical horseless carriage? What the bloody hell? Landing flat on his arse, looking both terrified and exceedingly pissed off.

Network

[The man in the video seems to be unaware he's broadcasting, his face appearing then disappearing as he turns the communicator over in his hands, muttering- ]

What manner of magical device is this?

Edited 2023-06-09 16:29 (UTC)

She felt the oily roll of a Predator's Taint on her skin at the same moment a dark shadow appeared in front of her. For one sick second, she was absolutely sure that whatever Kindred she'd just found was about to murder her. Until she heard the voice behind her and looked back, flinching to realize that was the vampire.

So what was coming after her?

No time for heavy analysis or snark. Which was tragic, because Sam loved snark. She loved being alive more, though. So she scooped up the two-by-four and whirled around, just in time to narrowly avoid being rammed in the face by...

...by a...thing?

Honestly, she had no basis for comparison, other than the crappy B flicks she would sometimes catch in the quad, back on campus when she was a student. It had the proportions of one of the ink blobs that might have gobbled up Tokoyo back in the early days of horror.

Or maybe that was just the darkness.

Either way, she barely managed to step out of the way as it hurtled itself forward. It landed between her and the mystery Kindred. Immediately, she raised the two-by-four and brought it down on the thing's head. Which...made a fascinating splash sound. But that was about it. The thing just oozed out from underneath and pulled itself back together.

How the fuck did you fight a liquid?

Disappointing indeed. What sorts of books does the library offer, if ones concerning the city's history do not exist?

Party
For once, Lorna puts her long green hair in a braid instead of wearing it loose and down. Her dress is a simple short black one, because when does a classic ever go wrong? Her black heels are decorated with tiny metal studs on them, because of course they are. It'll make a convenient weapon if things go awry here? Sure.

She's sipping some wine off to ye side a little for now, and asks the person next to her:

"Is this one of those brainwashing and gaslighting parties? Like, hey we know we kidnapped you and shit but we swear we're nice! Been there done that."

Followed by a big drink of wine.

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I wish I could say multiverse hopping right after being in the presence of my crazy powerful witch sister was unusual. I love her but wow this is getting a bit much.

😭

Anyone else *not* new to this shit? I'll trade fun stories. Like about those times I was in space.

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( Toss something else at me )

[ It's during one of his roof excursions that a peregrine falcon comes and lands beside him. It stares up at him, head tilting this way and that and if Clint has anything beside him the bird pecks at it like in might be contemplating a bit if thievery. Regardless of his reaction, it will get up to fly away a moment later, making circles around the roof first like it's having fun before it dives down towards the pavement. However, a quick glance over the edge with show a blonde woman holding out a gloved hand and the falcon lands neatly there. Then she looks up, shields her eyes against the glare of the sun, then waves at the man up above. ]

She thinks you're up to no good.

[ It's shouted up with a tinge of good humor to her voice. ]

The accent startles her, and she shoots him a briefly narrow-eyed look, like she thinks he might be playing a joke on her. But he's only obeying her suggestion, and she favours him with a deeper smile.

"Oh - tequila, please. It's so kind of you. Are you also new here?"

Having a marked tendency towards cynicism and sarcasm, his offer might very well the preamble of an eventual joke, but for the moment, he'll bide his time and simply comply with her request, limiting his answer to a simple 'I am, yes," before returning with her drink as well as one for himself. "Cheers."

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01. Test Drive Meme

Questions

Anne Bonny | Black Sails | Open!

Devi D | It's time to Rock, rock again

Sara Lance — DCTV

roaming!

Samantha Moon | Vampire: The Requiem

christine delacroix | original character

Andrew Jaeger | Original

Arrival

Arrival

Bianca | Doctor Who expanded universe | Open!

Dr. Herbert West | ReAnimator | Returning

party!

Dorian Carver | Vampire the Masqurade | OTA

Run!

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clint barton | mcu

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John Childermass | Jonathan Strange & Mr Norrell

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Lorna Dane — Marvel Comics 616

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Re: party!

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