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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.]
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The memories of the last thing he was doing are more absent than hazy, but they leave him with a strange feeling twisting in his gut and a
copperbitter taste in his mouth, like there's something important he's missing. Still, after wandering through the stacks for a bit, lost and disoriented but too confused to be overly worried about it, the feeling slowly fades, just in time for a literal sign to point him to his apparent destination.He's not surprised yet to meet another Elezen here, though it will become odd to him later on, but he's never seen anyone but Elezen man the shelves of books in Foundation, so there's nothing else "she" can appear as. (Let's not talk about the fact that "look like a librarian" has "her" clearly appear female, attractive, and likely more scantily clad than she would be to most people) Still, unless there's somehow another tall, skinny, pale elf in the dorm room, his eyebrows will rise for a moment in surprise in seeing the other occupant. It's not that he's never seen someone of another race before, of course, but they're so rare in Coerthas that it's always a shock for a moment.
"Ah, I didn't mean to intrude, but I was pointed over here by--" he turns back to refer to the Librarian, but she's gone, of course. "Ah. Hm," it's not quite fully awkward, but it obviously throws him off a bit, "Are you new here as well?"
The Tea Cart
Generally Haurchefant probably would choose coffee over tea, though neither were his absolute favorite, but one sip of the coffee has him switching immediately to the tea with a bit of milk, which is a much more pleasant experience. The scones are equally explored and decided to be something of a lost cause, though he pockets one all the same. He hasn't seen much in the way of food here, so far, so if this were his only food, he's not going to totally turn his nose up at it. Coerthan winters make you less picky about such things, even when there's money around you to spare.
He's made no comment on any of this testing, but no secret either, so if you're in a similar boat and want to open conversation, he's certainly open to it.
Otherwise, once he gets his tea and scone situation settled, he'll be looking around the room for someone interesting to talk to. They're obviously intended to converse with one another and while Haurchefant (perhaps surprisingly) isn't much of a social butterfly in situations where he's uncomfortable, he's certainly capable enough of finding and holding a conversation regardless of the situation.
"Lovely weather we're having, eh?" it's obviously intended to be a joke, as there's no sign of a window in the vicinity, unless one is hiding somewhere behind a curtain. It's an obvious conversation starter, but sometimes being a little less coy is a good thing. They're going to have to all talk to each other eventually, aren't they?
The Tea Cart (AAAAAAAAAHHHH)
No, if he's here, then he probably doesn't remember. The miqo'te's tail curls around his body. "... Ah. Hello there, friend. I think that the weather here is at least decent." Temperature controlled? That's pretty good.
He tries to not let his emotions show through. Gods, but he wants to cry.
Re: The Tea Cart (AAAAAAAAAHHHH)
It's pretty clear that, no, Haurchefant has no idea why the miqo'te man is having any kind of conflicting emotions about seeing him. It's also clear that there's no hint of recognition in his eyes, either, which probably isn't going to help the "going to cry" part.
"If I have to be stuck in a place that seems to be entirely made of books, I suppose at least the tea is halfway decent," he says with a smile. He likes books just fine, but he's not particularly bookish, after all, would rather be out doing than in reading. "I wouldn't try the coffee though. Have you been here lo--" it takes about that long before he tilts his head to the side and sets his tea down on... something. He won't just drop it, but he doesn't much care where it ends up, suddenly, as long as it's a firm surface,
"Ah, excuse me, I don't mean to be... rude? Strange, perhaps," he shrugs slightly, "but I've been having trouble since I got here with my memory and do I... know you?" It's not as though he's had amnesia, exactly, more that everything is so blurry, that came before. And there's definitely a sense that he has met this person before, though he can't recall anything in particular about them.
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He takes a deep breath, trying to calm himself. "The tea's not so bad, no. It and the coffee have both gotten better. I suspect our growing abilities to bring things out of the books here has helped, but I don't know for certain." He watches the other carefully, trying not to let his heart get in the way of his logic at the moment.
For all he knows this could be another world's Haurchefant, and he's just a stranger to him. It's possible - he knows there are Warriors of Light or the equivalent on other shards, that there are other timelines, and even just the nature of the Library brings the existence of single instances of worlds into question.
But then he says that and his heart races again. He's spent a while as a vampire, so having his heart race like this again is a touch startling. ... But he can't blame the man for having fuzzy memories, given what might have just happened. He doesn't need the Echo to see him where he just was.
"... Possibly. It's also entirely possible that you don't. You seem like you've had a very hard day, so I can't blame you if your memory is fuzzy." Certainly not for any other reason. It's not a lie, probably. But softening the truth seems to be a little more in order here.
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Then again, it's so hard to tell when Haurchefant is bothered by anything, until it's very obvious.
"Well, if we'd met and neither of us remember it, it must not have been important," he says it cheerfully enough, as though it's the normal thing to say, the thing he would normally say, because it is, but it's equally obvious from the way his tone trails off that he feels how wrong those words are. Still, if the other man isn't telling, he's not going to pry, at least not yet. "Still, it's good to meet you now, even if everything is a bit odd. Haurchefant Greystone, at your service," the bow is both formal and achingly familiar, "for whatever meager bit that matters here. I confess I still don't know precisely what's going on."
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That's enough. It has to be enough.
"Nara'a Sunvara." He bows as well, adjusting his rapier at his side as he stands. "You could call me a passing adventurer." Not wrong - not what he's been called in many years, but not wrong. "I have been here for a little bit of time - so I may be able to supply some answers, should you have questions. ... And I do know that you have them, because I also did. So to begin with - we have been brought here by a force that we do not know the identity of. This is nowhere in Eorzea, nor our star, nor within our realm of reality as far as we know it."
He'll give that a moment to sink in.
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"A noble calling, when it's at it's best," he says with a smile, before falling silent to listen to the explanation for a moment. He frowns, but likely not for the reason Nara'a thinks. "And is there a way back? I cannot fully remember, true, but I know that I was doing something important."
And That's The Tea
Not a one seems familiar... but Viacruz sounds like it could be in the greater La Noscea area.
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"I can't say that I've heard of any of them, friend," his tone is appropriately apologetic, "but geography has never been my strong suit."
For the moment, it also flies quite over his head why someone might be asking. It hasn't quite occurred to him yet that he might not be in the same world anymore. In his defense, it's been a bit of a confusing day so far. He'll likely get there sooner rather than later with this conversation.
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He bows, doffing his hat with a sweep of his arm.
“And we are well met, though sorry to say it is despite meeting here,” he sighs. “I am… presently recovering from the prior Story we were thrust into.”