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TEST DRIVE MEME #3
[OOC Note: Hello everyone! Apps will open next week on Friday, March 27th. We’re trying something a little different with this TDM! In order to showcase people who are looking to app, we ask that current characters not toplevel in the TDM. Threads do still count for AC proofs.]
Welcome to the Library
Those who are new awake in the stacks.
You’re not sure when you fell asleep, and the memories of the last things you were doing are hazy at best. But now you’re here, and all you can see is books in every direction, the bookshelves teetering high enough above you to reach to the sky.
A helpful sign points you in the direction of the main circulation desk, and even if you try to ignore it and go in any other direction, the desk is where you will find yourself. A figure sits behind the desk, not even looking up as they sort through books and other media; they look, to your character, to be the exact picture of what they expect a Librarian to be.
Trying to ask the Librarian a question will get them shushed, but they’ll point down a hallway to the side, leading to a kitchenette and what appears to be a dorm room, where they’ll find they’re not alone in this strange place. But once they’ve looked away, when they look back, the Librarian is gone.
The Tea Cart
Sometime after your arrival, you enter the lobby to find yourself greeted by what appears to be a little tea cart containing a carafe of moderately decent coffee, a pot of very strong tea, mismatched creamers and sugar packets, and scones as hard as rocks with surprisingly nice saucers and teacups. There is a sign next to them, stating:
Welcome Editors!
Please enjoy these complimentary refreshments.
Do NOT take food or drink into the stacks and please wash your hands BEFORE touching anything.
Looking around, you see that you and everyone else present have also been supplied with sticker name tags with “Hello, my name is _____.” Any attempts to rid yourself of the nametag will wind up with a replacement in short order, sometimes with a nickname or other title than before. They can be edited, at least, and there’s a little marker on the help desk for that purpose.
Do You Want To Make A T-Shirt
The Maker Space is always open, though it seems to be a bit picked over at the moment- one of those machines that lets you make custom logos and such for t-shirts is on display, but there’s very little of the iron-on vinyl left. If you want to make your own snazzy shirt, you’ll need to make do with the more wild colors- there’s no black or white, but there is hot pink and neon green. And glitter, of course. So much glitter.
Alternatively, feel free to grab some of the discarded ones- a few typos, a few cases where the machine snagged and messed up the print, and at least one that says “I stabbed a vampire in the face and all I got was this lousy t-shirt.”
Story - Moonlit Rivals
The city of Montica has been having some trouble lately, the normal tension between the resident vampire and werewolf populations now paused as they unite against a common enemy. Vampire clans who had been exiled are striking back, their aim to knock the current ruling clan out of power- but they care very little who gets hurt in the process.
There is chaos throughout the streets, as some of the rogue vampires have been using the sewer systems to set fires to the city. Given their own dislike of fire, most of the top-side vampires flee shortly after, though some at least maintain enough presence to try and take others with them, though someone is still going to need to put out these fires. Assuming you want there to still be a city after all of this.
[This prompt takes place during the end of our current Story! Replies to this prompt will not be considered canon, but feel free to play with them to get an idea of how a Story works.]
Welcome to the Library
Those who are new awake in the stacks.
You’re not sure when you fell asleep, and the memories of the last things you were doing are hazy at best. But now you’re here, and all you can see is books in every direction, the bookshelves teetering high enough above you to reach to the sky.
A helpful sign points you in the direction of the main circulation desk, and even if you try to ignore it and go in any other direction, the desk is where you will find yourself. A figure sits behind the desk, not even looking up as they sort through books and other media; they look, to your character, to be the exact picture of what they expect a Librarian to be.
Trying to ask the Librarian a question will get them shushed, but they’ll point down a hallway to the side, leading to a kitchenette and what appears to be a dorm room, where they’ll find they’re not alone in this strange place. But once they’ve looked away, when they look back, the Librarian is gone.
The Tea Cart
Sometime after your arrival, you enter the lobby to find yourself greeted by what appears to be a little tea cart containing a carafe of moderately decent coffee, a pot of very strong tea, mismatched creamers and sugar packets, and scones as hard as rocks with surprisingly nice saucers and teacups. There is a sign next to them, stating:
Welcome Editors!
Please enjoy these complimentary refreshments.
Do NOT take food or drink into the stacks and please wash your hands BEFORE touching anything.
Looking around, you see that you and everyone else present have also been supplied with sticker name tags with “Hello, my name is _____.” Any attempts to rid yourself of the nametag will wind up with a replacement in short order, sometimes with a nickname or other title than before. They can be edited, at least, and there’s a little marker on the help desk for that purpose.
Do You Want To Make A T-Shirt
The Maker Space is always open, though it seems to be a bit picked over at the moment- one of those machines that lets you make custom logos and such for t-shirts is on display, but there’s very little of the iron-on vinyl left. If you want to make your own snazzy shirt, you’ll need to make do with the more wild colors- there’s no black or white, but there is hot pink and neon green. And glitter, of course. So much glitter.
Alternatively, feel free to grab some of the discarded ones- a few typos, a few cases where the machine snagged and messed up the print, and at least one that says “I stabbed a vampire in the face and all I got was this lousy t-shirt.”
Story - Moonlit Rivals
The city of Montica has been having some trouble lately, the normal tension between the resident vampire and werewolf populations now paused as they unite against a common enemy. Vampire clans who had been exiled are striking back, their aim to knock the current ruling clan out of power- but they care very little who gets hurt in the process.
There is chaos throughout the streets, as some of the rogue vampires have been using the sewer systems to set fires to the city. Given their own dislike of fire, most of the top-side vampires flee shortly after, though some at least maintain enough presence to try and take others with them, though someone is still going to need to put out these fires. Assuming you want there to still be a city after all of this.
[This prompt takes place during the end of our current Story! Replies to this prompt will not be considered canon, but feel free to play with them to get an idea of how a Story works.]
Sandry | Circle of Magic
Sandry awakes to an all-encompasing, blinding light.
(There had been a small, hidden room once. Outside plague and the mob raged. She'd had no light, except that which she'd called into her thread. But the threads couldn't keep their dim light forever, and when they finally came to open the door, the lantern light had blinded her.)
"No!" She gasps, her hands reaching up to cover her tightly closed eyes. She can't do this again. She can't! Please, no!
But the brightness dims, suddenly. It's still there, creeping in through her eyelids - but it's less than it was just a second a go. She stands there, hesistant and terrified. Dare she remove her hands? Dare she look?
ii. Tea for a lady
Sandry arrives at the tea cart in a daze. The light of the magic in this place is everywhere. She's never seen so much magic in one place before. It's a little overwhelming, if she's honest.
"Oh! Hello," she says, giving a smile to her new companion. It's a little shaky, but warm and engaging. "I hope you don't mind company. I'm Sandry."
Her nametag, however, reads Hello, my name is Lady Sandrilene fa Toren. Sandry's probably a bit easier to say. But her clothes match the title; draping her in rich fabrics, with silk threads and detailed embroidery. She would not look out of place in any noble's hall.
iii. What kind of clothing is this?
By the time she finds the Maker's space, she's grown in confidence. She still doesn't understand this place, but if she's going to be here...well, she might as well see what she can learn from this experience.
And look! She's found a little room. She'd call it a dressmaker's room, exacept...well, she doesn't understand half the things that are in here. And what is with these strange garments? She's fascinated and appaled by them, all at once. Clearly the style is designed to be worn on the upper body, but...
"What is this fabric?" She says to herself, holding up one of the items and rubbing the fabric between her fingers. "I've never seen anything like it. But it's so...unpleasant to the touch! Why would anyone want a garment made of such a thing?"
iii
Angua took in Sandry's high quality clothing and general attitude and hastily tacked on a polite "ma'am," to the end of that sentence. She wasn't wearing one of the gaudy t-shirts herself, in favor of a plain tunic and slightly dented breastplate.
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Sometimes she wishes that people wouldn't treat her like a noble. But she knows that's not fair. She knows how many nobles behave - of course people are wary. But she'll do what she can to prove that isn't necessary with her.
"And perhaps there are other options somewhere around here, and nudity won't be necessary," she says, with a spark of amusement in her eyes.
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Angua subconsciously adapted a sort of parade rest stance, which was her normal reaction when talking to nobs, even if they insisted on not being treated like nobs.
"Speaking of 'around here', have you found any of the wizards?"
She didn't explain what she meant by "the wizards" because, to her at least, it was patently obvious that it was a bunch of wizards behind this.
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"The mages who made this place? No, I haven't," she says. Her eyebrows crease together, into a small frown. "But this place...it's absolutely saturated with magic. Every single inch of it. To the point that it nearly blinded me when I arrived here. Oh - I can see magic, by the way."
Not a common ability, even in Sandry's home. But relevant information, in this instance.
"Unfortunately, it's entirely possible that its creators aren't here anymore. There's absolutely more than enough power here to continue on without them."
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Angua stumbled a bit over terminology. She didn't know a lot about magic, but she remembered hearing that the ability to see the color of magic was pretty definitively a wizard trait.
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Probably best not to go into said circumstances. 'I spun my magic together with that of my siblings, and then when one sister learned to see magic the rest of us somehow caught the ability too' was, generally, a bit much for others to take in.
ii
"Ser Duncan, milady," he says, awkwardly. "Ser Duncan the Tall."
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She cranes her neck to look up at her. "I have to say, you have indeed been most aptly named." She doesn't think she has ever met a man so tall!
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(Which is why he'd named himself that. That and it sounded much better than Ser Duncan of Flea Bottom, which was an objectively terrible name.)
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"And - if you would be willing, would you like to sit and try some of the tea? I am...still adjusting to this place, and would appreciate the company."
Please keep her company, Ser Duncan. She loves magic, but being so utterly surrounded by it is not something she is used to. She's glad to see another real human being, honestly.
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Though by the face he makes when he drinks it, it's clear that it's much stronger than what he's used to, which honestly should probably be better called tisanes.
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And then she tastes the tea, and - oh, that is not what she was expecting.
"Perhaps the pastries are the thing to try," she says, diplomatically. Not that she knows who made the tea, or if they can hear her. But this entire place was magic, so who knows?
But then she tries to eat one of the little scones. 'Tries' being the significant word here, as the scone turns out to be too hard for her to easily bite into.
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"Huh," he says and then dunks his in his mug of tea.
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Thankfully, with some moisture in it, she is now able to take a small bite. She considers it thoughtfully.
"Well," she says diplomatically. "We should both feel comforted that at least we shall not starve."
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Magical cold boxes weren't her area of expertise at all, but depending on how it was made...perhaps it might be of interest to Daja, if the smith magic went into the cold box. Tris would be interested too, regardless of whether or not it had any connection to her magic.
(Briar would be interested purely because Briar was always interested in anything that provided more food.)
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II
[Join a band and play guitar / And play it loud, it isn’t hard / Being young is fun the second time around! Have emotions, have a blast / And feel your heart start beating fast / Being young is fun the second time around…]
Her shirt bears the image of a purple unicorn with wings reading a book, and her trousers are made of blue sailcloth.
“A pleasure!” she says, brightly, her voice one that sings contralto passionately and well. She offers her hand to shake. “You can call me Claire. I’m a musician and monster hunter, and welcome to the Stacks.”
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(It is also, at present, difficult to pick out individual cases of magic at all - the Library's sheer magical power floods everything, drowning the rest out. Perhaps when she has adjusted, Sandry will be better able to see Claire's magic.)
"A musician and a monster hunter! That is a very curious combination of occupations," she says, as she delicately takes Claire's hand.
"And if you have been here longer than I, I have a great many questions for you...oh, but I'm sorry, I just have to ask. May I look at this design on your blouse? I don't understand how such a detailed design was made, there's clearly no embroidery at all..."
Yes, as it turns out, professional curiosity wins out over all other considerations. Including the question of what this place was, and how she ended up here.
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Claire gladly lets her take a closer look: if she touches it, the picture will feel a but tacky, like dried paint.
“It’s common - though not universal - for magic to express itself through music in my original stomping grounds of Portland,” she explains. “Common enough that women called to defend the city with their magic often hear a… benevolent force we call the Maidensong, and our hearts beat in time to it.”
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And she will indeed touch the fabric - oh, that is strange! She's not sure she likes this technique. This tacky texture is rather unpleasant.
"Oh! You're a mage?" she says then, momentarily distracted from the conundrum of strange and unusual sewing techniques by the mention of mage. "And your magic is with music? You must tell me all about that - I had a student who was a dance mage, I would be fascinated to know more..."
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"I think I know a group of magical girl dancers in the Starlight Alliance, actually... but for me and the other members of Magica Riot, we use our voices and our instruments - which we inlay with magica-storing crystals we call thaumatite - to shape and control magica for all sorts of useful effects. Normally we need to invoke the Maidensong and don our costumes to unlock our full powers - I could demonstrate for you, if you'd like."
ii
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"I'm so pleased to meet you, Zed," she says, as she smiles and takes a moment to admire his little pastry tower. "And - I'm sorry, but do you mean to that something like this has happened to you before?"