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test drive meme #1

TEST DRIVE MEME #1
Welcome to Serendipity's first test drive meme!

TDM threads can be considered game canon if everyone agrees to it.
Any questions about the TDM can be asked in the mod questions thread.
Questions about the general game mechanics, setting or locations, or magic can be asked on their respective pages.

i. ARRIVAL


It was a beautiful dream, complete with a sobering and tantalizing choice.

The awakening is just as beautiful, and you wake slowly, comfortably and completely on your own time, eyes blinking open to take in the surroundings. You are floating in the center of a pool of pink-tinted liquid, just a little thicker than water, just thick enough that the floating takes no effort. Dressed in a soft white cotton robe, you find yourself staring at the high domed ceiling of a round room lined with huge windows that let in the afternoon sunlight, a little pale and washed out with the cool midwinter temperature and the reflection of light snowfall outside.

Inside, it is warm, the liquid you float in close enough to your body temperature that you can barely feel it as it moves over your skin. Thick vines climb the walls, weaving in and out between the windows and occasionally over them, throwing thick organically-shaped stripes here and there across the room. Once you fully awaken and stand up and exit the water, you will find towels to dry yourself beside a neatly stacked bundle of your clothing (all very precisely mended) and any other items you might have had on your person when you made the decision to stay. You are left alone, given time to sort yourself out and get changed, and it is only when you decide to leave the antechamber with the pool through a single open arch and make your way into the courtyard of the castle that you will be approached.

The people who greet you are warm and welcoming, wearing robes of different colors depending on the House they're affiliated with - green for Life, blue for River, brown for Stone, and yellow for Sun. These representatives explain to you where you are and what you've agreed to and answer any questions you might have. After this conversation, you are given your tablet and walked through how to use it, then taken on a tour through the various House accommodations so you can choose which suits you best, and offered to be taken to the stables should you have a mount, large pet, or vehicle that's come through with you.

ii. WELCOME HOME


In honor of the first new arrivals to this empty little valley, the heads of the Houses have decided to set up a little party in the largest ballroom in the Castle. It's a simple gathering, primarily a feast with live music, dancing, and games. The ballroom is lit up with candles and strings of magical fairy lights, there is a large table lined with chairs and loaded with simple farm-to-table type foods - roast chicken and beef, baked and mashed potatoes, buttered and roasted vegetables, bread rolls and loaves of bread intricately braided into various shapes, several types of stews and curries made with goat, mutton, beef, and chicken served with flat fried breads, and an assortment of pastries, tarts, and cakes. To drink, there will be mulled wine and mead, beer and a few spirits, and a wide variety of juices and other non-alcoholic beverages. The crowning achievement is a small ice cream bar with various flavors of ice cream and chocolate and caramel sauces.

☆ a. CELEBRATIONS The rest of the room has been mostly cleared aside from some couches and armchairs set up around the edges of the room for people to rest in. Throughout the evening, several small bands play a variety of music meant for dancing and an entire large section of the room is dedicated to games - darts, tabletop sports games, cards, chess, and a game something like Pictionary or charades. Characters are welcome to mingle, dance, and play games with each other and with NPCs that will be more than willing to ask characters to dance or join them in a game.

☆ b. HOUSE PRESENTATIONS In a smaller room adjoining the ballroom, each of the Houses has set up a booth of sorts, meant to describe the interests and focus of each House as well as to demonstrate the types of magic that each house specializes in. Here, characters can observe mages from each House performing complicated spells or brewing potions and offering samples.

The spells performed will generally be complex, high-level spells intended to be impressive displays of what each House's magic can do. Characters can be temporarily changed into animals, have their worries erased for a few hours, become intangible, or be allowed to breathe underwater for a time, among many other types of fantastical spells. The samples of potions are good for an hour or so of effect and can cover a wide range of effects - intoxication and euphoria, enhanced luck, temporary infatuation, forced truth, the ability to speak to animals, and a host of other magical effects.

House booths are not recruiting, characters are not asked to join any of the Houses or ally with them, but they are showing off to try to tempt characters to sign up with their House to learn magic.

☆ c. SHARING IS CARING In another smaller room adjoining the ballroom, characters are invited to talk about their homes, show off their own abilities, or share something cultural from their own worlds. There will be a near-constant stream of interested NPCs as well as other characters who may watch or listen. Tell a folklore story from your country, perform a folk song, show off your superhuman abilities, or share anything else that reminds you of home in an enthusiastic sharing of culture.

iii. SECRET SIGNS


Towards the middle of the evening, a 'game' is announced - the Secret Signs. A magic spell will be cast on the room at large, and characters will find a glowing inscription above their heads that reveals a minor but relatable secret of theirs, or functions as a sort of 'shaming sign' betraying a minor relatable misbehavior that the character indulges in. These inscriptions will remain for a few hours, and characters are encouraged to mingle, observe other people's inscriptions, and try to find common ground in these inconsequential secrets or guilty pleasures.

However, the spell isn't perfect, so some characters may have no inscriptions, or false accusations or untrue secrets displayed and have to deal with the fallout of that. Alternately, if players wish it, deeper secrets or wrongdoings may be exposed completely by accident.

iv. GREENHOUSE INVASION


On the day after the party, a call goes out on the tablets for the assistance of anyone who's able - the Greenhouses, which provide most of the food for the current population, are being invaded by pests! These pests are rodents about the size of very large rats that like to eat the ripened fruit and vegetables that have taken months of careful cultivation to grow. They are exceptionally good at climbing and the females of the species are capable of short flights using little 'wings' similar to those of a flying squirrel. When they're cornered, they have a nasty bite that can cause people trying to catch them to experience extremely strange surreal hallucinations.

It's very important that these pests be cleared out of the Greenhouses, because they are the source of most of the foods that characters will be eating, especially considering it's mid to late winter and growing things outdoors won't be happening for a while. It's your first opportunity to really contribute to your new community!

v. NETWORK


Each character's tablet will light up at some point during the first few days and open a new entry with a blinking prompt: Tell everyone something about yourself. Where are you from? How old are you? What was your family like? What is your favorite food or color?

Or characters are welcome to post up their own network-based prompts.

NAVIGATION








devo: (thinking)

[personal profile] devo 2021-12-10 07:45 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Devo breathes a little 'oh!' of understanding, then waits while the girl finishes chewing. Frankly, he's embarrassed that he had asked without checking she wasn't mid-bite. He's only just gotten here and he's already doing so badly at the whole social skills thing...

But she at least doesn't seem annoyed at him when she replies, and there's some relief in the fact that she isn't entirely sure what the food is, either. ]


Oh! I have heard of lemons!

[ Something in the surprised delight with which he says that makes it pretty clear this boy has definitely never seen or eaten a lemon before. Tentatively, he cuts himself a little bite of the tart and nibbles a tiny bit, eyes going wide when he does. ]

That is very weird. But it is good weird, I think.

[ Then, because he is sure that if he tries to lie he's only going to make even more of an ass of himself, he admits: ]

The truth is, I do not know what any of this is, apart from the bread. I really wish they had put some labels or- or I don't know. Did they have food like this, where you come from?
cherryai: (12)

UN: Cherryblossom

[personal profile] cherryai 2021-12-11 02:42 am (UTC)(link)
German isn't as good to pair with wine.

[personal profile] merrykrismas 2021-12-11 03:44 am (UTC)(link)
[ Kris actually jumped at the sound of a voice that was most likely human. Granted, their version of jumping was much more subtle than most. They almost shook their head to respond to that question, but the way the treats wobbled meant they had to respond with proper words. Damn. Instead they pivoted on one foot to face Dusty which (again, somehow) worked better. ]

Nope. I was born with a flat head.
incinerating: (sidelong)

oh look here I am with the other one - greenhouse invasion (take 2)

[personal profile] incinerating 2021-12-11 06:20 am (UTC)(link)
[Ducking is what people with quick reflexes and grace and a modicum of spatial awareness would do.

Emil is not one of those people.

And so, when a rodent comes flying out of the greenhouse door, Emil doesn't duck. In fact, he just brightens and smiles because he saw a familiar head of silvery-blond hair just a moment before the mutated rat hits him square across the face. Flailing backward while he lets out an undignified squawk, he pinwheels his arms and then lifts his hands to scrub them at the offending whatever-gross-diseases-or-filth the rat had on it.]


My face!
incinerating: (doubtful)

network

[personal profile] incinerating 2021-12-11 06:28 am (UTC)(link)
username: e.västerström

Emil Västerström. What's a Twizzlers?
ribbonbon: (Oh huh)

[personal profile] ribbonbon 2021-12-11 11:46 am (UTC)(link)
[It's definitely the comment about lemons that pulls her back to the general situation they're all in. She's still getting used to the fact that there are people from completely different places here and, given how big a deal that is, she's a little embarrassed to have forgotten, even for just a little bit. Even so, she does her best to smile and be friendly.]

Oh, like, totally! Most of the food is pretty familiar. I've even made some of this stuff back home. [It wasn't as good, but still.] Actually, it's like more or less everything else that's new to me.

[. She shoves another forkful of food into her mouth as she thinks about it. Magic, wishes, other worlds...She still trying to deal.]
todalafuerza: (044)

Julia Fernandez | Bakuten Shoot Beyblade

[personal profile] todalafuerza 2021-12-11 08:36 pm (UTC)(link)
ii.c welcome home - sharing is caring

[ Nothing makes Julia feel more at home than the spotlight.

Despite the best efforts of her hosts, an unusual unease has formed in the pit of her stomach. She's never been separated like this from her twin brother, which makes her wonder whether she made the right decision to come here. This is for both of us, she reminds herself again and again. But she isn't even sure if what she wants for them is right.

So, upon finding what seems to be a talent showroom, Julia asserts herself with the natural confidence of a professional performer. Onlookers will find her balancing her purple beyblade, Thunder Pegasus, on a twirling pink ribbon like one used in rhythmic gymnastics. The bigger her audience, the bolder her tricks, and the more her mind settles. You might have heard of beyblades in your world, you might have even played with one as a kid! But have you ever seen one used like this? ]


Thank you for watching! [ She bows at the end of her routine. ]

---

iii. secret signs

[ What kind of "game" is this? Julia was just indulging in a bite-sized cake when Secret Signs was announced and, to her horror, less-than-flattering descriptions populated above the heads of complete strangers. "I sleep in restraints"? "Marks his territory"? "Glutton"? A list of her own unflattering traits zip through her mind - materialistic, overbearing, competitive, vain, maybe a little codependent... She's never felt more grotesquely self-aware than in this moment.

Reluctantly, her head tilts up to learn what label she has been so blessed with.

DESPERATE FOR ATTENTION

Oh no. It's bad. She scowls at her closest neighbor. ]
What? It's not even true!

---

v. network

[ She waits first for others to participate, first. She doesn't want to be the only one. That would be pretty uncool, right? ]

Hi. I'm Julia Fernandez. My twin brother and I grew up in a circus troupe, but this past year we focused on competing in the Beyblade World Tournament and placed third. Not bad, but definitely could be better. It's nice to meet you all!
Edited 2021-12-11 20:36 (UTC)
todalafuerza: (004)

secret signs

[personal profile] todalafuerza 2021-12-11 08:53 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Dusty may or may not have noticed a teenaged girl staring at the words above his head. She appears critical, but really, she's just trying to puzzle out what in the world it means.

The whole point of this event is to meet people, right? So, she sighs and approaches him, at this point resigned and decidedly pretending her own embarrassing label, 'DESPERATE FOR ATTENTION,' doesn't exist. ]


Okay, I have to ask. [ Straight to the point. She gestures at his sign. ] What does that even mean? Do you get jealous easily?
incinerating: (flame)

iii.

[personal profile] incinerating 2021-12-11 09:13 pm (UTC)(link)
[Emil hadn't really intended to be part of this game - it sounded dumb, and the last thing he wants is for his flaws and secrets to be exposed! He has very important secrets, after all! (He doesn't.) But then he'd promptly forgotten about it because he'd been stuffing his face with some chocolate tarts, and got caught up in the spell anyhow.

So now, here he is, with a sign above his head reading "pyromaniac" and thinking it could probably be worse?]


Mine isn't true either! God, just because I like to blow things up every now and again, it's not like I do it for fun! It's my work!

[Then he notices hers - and lets out a little laugh.]

Oh come on, that one's not so bad.
softmouth: (oh no)

[personal profile] softmouth 2021-12-11 09:21 pm (UTC)(link)
[Dusty glances up at the sign above his head, and sighs. Well, it could be worse, it's not like he can't figure out a reason for the sign that isn't "I'm a werewolf and yes I mark my territory like a dog does sometimes" after all, it's just a matter of figuring out that reason.

But before he has a chance to hole up somewhere in a corner and figure the reason out, a teenage girl approaches him and asks about the sign. And whether it's because he gets jealous easily. Dusty lets out a little squeak and shakes his head.]


No! God, no, just it's um...okay. So. It has a perfectly rational explanation, I swear.

[For a long, long moment he's completely silent, and then his voice cracks a little when he continues speaking. Dusty has always been terrible at lying.]

Um, you know how a dog...like...marks its territory? By uh, by peeing? I've...I may have done that. At some point. In the past.

[Oh god, this is humiliating.]
softmouth: (ponder)

[personal profile] softmouth 2021-12-11 09:23 pm (UTC)(link)
A flat...head?

[For a moment, Dusty is completely still, and then he leans forward to peer at the person's head, as if trying to work out how flat it is on top. Well, he can see that all the snacks are going topsy-turvy as the person moves, so it can't be magic. Maybe it is just a flat head?]

That's uh. A real good talent you have there. I wish I could carry things on my head.
todalafuerza: (018)

[personal profile] todalafuerza 2021-12-11 09:39 pm (UTC)(link)
[ She thinks it's pretty bad. But what's worse: sounding exceptionally needy, or sounding irresponsible at best and deranged at worst? Julia crosses her arms and considers Emil. He doesn't seem dangerous. ]

Wait, what do you mean you blow things up for work? You mean like pyrotechnics?
todalafuerza: (039)

[personal profile] todalafuerza 2021-12-11 09:54 pm (UTC)(link)
... Eww! [ Julia's face scrunches with disgust. She would have just walked away if he weren't so visibly embarrassed about it. So instead she remains, clearly judging him, but also inclined to help in her own weird, overbearing way. ]

Why? Why would you do that? Why wouldn't you at least lie about it? [ So many whys!! ]
todalafuerza: (086)

network

[personal profile] todalafuerza 2021-12-11 10:29 pm (UTC)(link)
USERNAME: jfsangre
Hey, I've been to New York! I don't know about Key City though... Have you been to NYC? They have the best bagels there.
mirrorvisitor: (008)

Ophelia | The Mirror Visitor

[personal profile] mirrorvisitor 2021-12-11 10:50 pm (UTC)(link)
[I] WELCOME HOME -- SHARING IS CARING;
[It was definitely a bad look to start her acquaintances with these House Leaders as well as her fellow... visitor? Helpers? Whichever it was, it was definitely a bad look to start everything off by not starting it off. Her mind is so full of what had just happened in her own world and all the explanations of this one that what she really needs is a few quiet moments to contemplate on them. Not very long of course she is far too used to being thrown into the thick of things with the vaguest of explanations already. It helps that Ophelia isn't much of a party person to begin with.

She had availed herself of the food however and had wandered into this particular small room with a tart in hand. Her scarf was animated as ever and busy flicking whatever crumbs she dropped onto it from her tart off of itself. The brief time apart when she had first awoken where it had thrown all her clothing into the floor in it's writhing anxiety had served to make it a little more docile for the moment.

One of the natives of the world mingling among the rest of them is the first to ask her for a folklore story from her world. The woman who was little more than a mass of brunette curls wrapped up in a scarf seems to look somehow tired at the very thought.]


If I may be honest, I only know one folklore story off the top of my head at the moment. And the last time I told it things went very poorly for me.

[II] GREENHOUSE INVASION;
[While Ophelia quite doubted she'd be much use in terms of pest control she decided she really ought to at least try. She isn't half the workaholic her husband might be but Ophelia wasn't one who liked to stay idle. Particularly not after the months sequestered to a house and then the further months playing valet. Doing something voluntarily and not under duress sounded almost novel.

In the span of the five minutes she had been here Ophelia had already managed to trip over her own feet at least twice. Her scarf did give one winged rodent a really good slap but that did little but daze the creature. Ophelia is in the middle of adjusting her glasses once more as she ducks beneath one very unhappy flying roden all while speaking up to the person nearest her.]


Perhaps we could design some sort of trap to catch them in? If they like the produce so much we could bait it with that.
[III] NETWORK;
[A basic introduction session? Well, there's no harm in that. She doesn't need to hide who she is here.]

I'm from an Ark called Anima. My family is quite loud honestly but I'm used to it. It's more odd to be in quiet spaces than loud and active ones for me... but I've gotten used to the quiet spaces too.
[IV] WILDCARD;
[Want to drag Ophelia into some games during the Celebrations? Have her trip into you while wielding some odd potion? Feel free to toss idea or tags at me! PMs are open for any questions.]
silentscout: (69)

[personal profile] silentscout 2021-12-11 11:05 pm (UTC)(link)
[Oh. That's a familiar voice. Under other circumstances it would have been enough to almost make Lalli smile, because Emil is one of the very, very few people who he actually chooses to see on a regular basis. But that screaming is right after rat-troubles, and Emil's poor face is all messed up again.]

Oh. You're here.

[After a short pause, Lalli steps over to where Emil is. Surely the mess can't be that bad, right? He's watching to see what Emil does, if he'll give up on cleaning his face or not.

...no, he's not helping. He's just standing there watching. Though his shoulders are slumping a little bit less, and his eyes are a little bit brighter. It's Emil! He's here! And this is the extent of how Lalli will show his excitement over this for the moment.
]
prodigalmess: (thinking 2)

[personal profile] prodigalmess 2021-12-12 01:18 am (UTC)(link)
With all of his thrashing and moving, Malcolm has practically defied gravity in his sleep, but not quite.

"Apparently not," he replies. "My mother would try to wake me as a child and I would attack her sometimes." He was fighting whatever was in his nightmare but unfortunately his mother would get the brunt of it in reality. Malcolm always felt bad when he woke up and found out that he had done that.
silentscout: (71)

[personal profile] silentscout 2021-12-12 02:02 am (UTC)(link)
You're not human.

[He takes a moment to think over all of this.]

...you are a ROM named Turing. Okay.

[Maybe he gets it? He's never met anyone like Turing before, but he's trying. The knife will stay tucked away for now, because he's more interested in this conversation.]

I am a human named Lalli Hotakainen.
silentscout: (14)

[personal profile] silentscout 2021-12-12 02:04 am (UTC)(link)
Lalli scoots the castle up next, bringing it to a point where it can be free in another move or two. It seems like he's paying attention to the game, though he's not thinking too far ahead about his moves. He's thinking about current opportunities, not what he could lead someone else into doing.
incinerating: (bright)

[personal profile] incinerating 2021-12-12 03:12 am (UTC)(link)
[As Lalli steps over to him, Emil is still scrubbing his face with his sleeves, but thankfully not making too much more noise just yet. After a moment, he drops his hands and gives Lalli a look that's somewhere between miserable and relieved, his face streaked with what is probably garden dirt and death.]

I'm here.

[It comes out a little resigned, but after a moment he brightens, because death on his face or not, he's happy to see Lalli. And, from what he can tell, Lalli is pretty happy to see him too, at least if he's reading the body language correctly. Thankfully, that's something he's gotten pretty good at the past while.]

Wait, wait, I can understand you! Is this a dream again?
incinerating: (content)

[personal profile] incinerating 2021-12-12 03:15 am (UTC)(link)
[Thankfully, he's really not dangerous, at least not to anyone but monsters and himself.]

Oh, yeah! More like demolitions. I'm a Cleanser, you know, so I clear land and burn down all the trees and houses and stuff so there's no more Rash. Or...at least I used to be. Lately it's mostly just various dumb missions into the Silent World.

[Surely she knows what all of that means, right?]
silentscout: (20)

[personal profile] silentscout 2021-12-12 03:54 am (UTC)(link)
It's not a dream. The dream was the woman talking to us. This is somewhere else entirely.

[Lalli is quick to say that, because he can definitely tell that they're not asleep. Whatever magic has them understanding each other, it's not something he's familiar with.

He won't complain too much, though. Emil is getting better at it, but his Finnish is still atrocious.
]

It's magic. Not sure what kind. But we can use it, until it stops working.

[They can communicate freely here, and say everything they need to say, up until the communication is cut once more. Lalli won't even be as standoffish with Emil because he actually does want to talk to Emil!

First things first though, he's going to go over to one of the little faucets in the greenhouse and get a nearby towel wet. Then he'll bring it to Emil. Here, clean the dirt and death off your face.
]
incinerating: (invested)

[personal profile] incinerating 2021-12-12 07:08 am (UTC)(link)
Oh, okay.

[It's obvious that Emil doesn't get it, not really, but he's just going to accept it. There's no way he couldn't believe in magic after everything he's seen, but comparatively it's still a pretty new thing, and he's just going to take Lalli's word for it. After all, Lalli's been doing this since he was pretty much born so he probably knows what's going on.

Emil never really knows what's going on.]


Sure. I'm not going to complain, I like talking to you and not having to think constantly about every word I say because Finnish is a crazy language.

[It's said cheerfully enough, at least, and when Lalli brings over a wet towel, he lets out a pleased noise and accepts it, wiping at his face and making a sour expression at the filth he washes off.]

Thanks for that.
fishermansweater: (Default)

ii.

[personal profile] fishermansweater 2021-12-12 07:33 am (UTC)(link)
[ Finnick has not been tripping over his feet. He moves with all the confidence of a man who's trained extensively in physical activity and hand-to-hand combat. He's been fighting the rodents off with a trident, knocking them out of the air or spearing them on the ground. He'd only noticed the young woman only really because anyone around him is a factor to consider, especially if she might fall into one of the rodents and get into danger.

But her suggestion is actually a good one. Finnick lowers his trident, and looks around. ]


Good idea. See any rope around? I could make a snare or a net.
treadswater: (playful as a dolphin)

Celebrations

[personal profile] treadswater 2021-12-12 08:49 am (UTC)(link)
"After my dinner," Annie replies, pertly, as she takes the seat next to Finnick. It's not that she doesn't want the ice-cream, because she does. But dinner before sweets, Finnick. Dinner before sweets. Sometimes, even victors have to pretend to be responsible.

Besides, the dinner options look good. She won't say amazing, because that makes her think of the Capitol. But it looks good. It looks real, even if some dishes are unfamiliar. She herself has a bowl of what she's been told is 'curry', with flat bread, and a glass of cold lemonade.

There is - as always - the urge to reach out and touch Finnick. She doesn't. They can be friends - as always - which means she can touch, and she has. But nothing like what she wants, which in this case is a casual squeeze of his knee. Just because she could. Except, they are in public, and she can't, so she keeps her hands to herself.

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