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[ Meme ] August-September Test Drive Meme (TDM)

It's that time again!
→ Comment with a new character you'd like to test out in the game's setting. (put character/canon in subject line pls!)
→ You don't have to be in the game to comment! HI NEW PEOPLE LET US ENABLE YOU.
→ Tag around with new and old characters.
→ App all those characters
→ ???
→ PROFIT!
Holds for current players are here. Current cast list is here. If you're a new player and you'd like to place a 2-week reserve, you can do so here.
Here, have a few helpful scenarios for test-driving. Feel free to ignore them and make your own.
I.
Wherever you were, you aren't any longer. You took a turn, a step, blinked and you're somewhere else entirely. A long dusty road leads from nowhere to an oasis (or a nightmare, depending on your taste) of pink and bright light in the midst of the scrub desert and there's nothing and no one else in sight. If you linger long enough on the road, one of the Inn's residents will find you, but you feel noticeably drawn to come inside.
The pink and gold lobby looks like a bunny puked Easter everywhere, and the guy at the reservation desk looks a sort of silly putty shade of pinkish grey. He knows you by name and has a room reserved for you, but other than offering you fresh towels, that's all he has to say. Chances are, one of the residents will intercept you before you talk to Darryl the shade. They'll give you a guest basket with toiletries and chocolates and whatever else Caroline thinks a newcomer needs, and explain (nicely) that you're stuck here, but hey, it's not so bad. It's pretty safe, anyway. At least... so far.
II.
The red, gold and gaudy pink of the Copper Cafe overflows with residents. It's morning, the one and only time nearly everyone finds themselves in the same space for a short window before going about their day. The scent of fresh coffee laces the air, mingling with the buttery aroma of fresh baked pastry. The shade who serves as a cook, Kahni, awaits any orders that include chicken (chicken, not eggs), and Carlos has staffed one of the residents who can cook to make anything else you'd like. Kitty's pouring drinks -- no reason not to drink bloody maries or mimosas on your permanent holiday. Grab a spot at the counter or take a seat at an empty table, now that you're a resident too, there's no better way to start your day.
III. Network
[ooc: Our network is text-based and magic journal. No computers yet. You see this suspiciously well-painted image appear in your network-journal. Uh-oh. Someone taught Lillith to meme.]

Dr. Martha Jones | Doctor Who
Face drawn with exhaustion and skin dull with malnutrition, Martha wandered among the residents, bewildered by their casual attitudes. She carried a cup of coffee that she alternately guzzled and forgot to drink. Sure the bartender had told her earlier that it was safe here in this pocket dimension -- all well and good for some, but how was she meant to spread the word about the Doctor trapped where and whenever here was? And more importantly, how was she supposed to forget fire-cloud sky of Japan burning?
A small hovering drone (one of Kitty's though Martha didn't know it) buzzed by and Martha dove for cover, screaming "Get down!" It was pure reflex, though. Any second now, the Toclafane would blanket the room in deadly weapons fire.
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And... he got where she was. He really did. It'd taken years for him to get less twitchy, and he was still pretty twitchy. "I got rules about hidin' from fuckin' buzzy toys."
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"Who the bloody hell makes buzz-toys that look like genocidal robots?"
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There, now, Martha. Don't think about the Doctor's opinion of blowing up moons. It won't make this any easier.
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She was just entering the cafe when the woman shouted a warning, and Cassie was diving for cover before the words registered on a conscious level. In the next moment she had her pistol drawn, and she scanned for threats, seeing only... a drone?
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When she did, as she'd expected, she saw nothing but a few people staring at her and a woman across the room looking around frantically with a gun drawn.
Sighing shakily, Martha stood and moved slowly toward the blonde. "It's all right. I... thought I saw something. But it's not what I thought. I'm really sorry I scared you, too."
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She offered the other woman her hand. "Dr. Cassandra Railly. Or Cassie, if you prefer."
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She looked different. Younger. Tired, maybe? He wasn't sure. Something about her sure seemed off.
"Eh, Jones! You're fine. It's not gonna get ya." Unlike the others on the ship, Owen would have no recollection of the year that never was. Not even a dream in his memory. If he had, maybe he'd have ducked too. "Would ya get up, Martha? Geez."