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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.]
kitchen
And that's her stopping short in the kitchen doorway, arms full of food; she's quite plainly ready to cook, and cook quite a bit, but wasn't expecting anyone else to be here. "Are... you all right?"
Re: kitchen
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"None of my friends from home are here, either. It's... been an adjustment." To put it mildly. "I was going to make some lunch, though, if you want something to drown your sorrows in other than cold cuts? I should have enough ingredients to split it a bit further than I'd planned."
She has enough food with her to feed a small house party, assuming normal metabolisms.
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She still keeps eating her cold cuts. She's not letting those go to waste.
"I'm Chie," she says. "Satonaka Chie. From Inaba in Yamanashi prefecture. It's a really tiny place, though. Like a single street shopping district and a Junes and you have to take a train to Okina or ride a scooter over the mountain to even see a movie or go to a coffee shop."
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"...I think one of my friends moved to Tokyo from somewhere in Yamanashi, but I'm not sure exactly where. Akira-senpai doesn't talk about his family much."
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She doesn't expect that to mean anything to Sumire, though, because there's a lot of Japans out there.
"Do you want to be Yoshizawa or Sumire? I got used to calling people by given names where I was before. We had a lot of Westerners and aliens."
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"Sumire, please."
It helps, when Kasumi was also 'Yoshizawa.'
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"... wait, you're from my world?" Chie says, blinking. "Or, I dunno, timeline cluster I guess. We had a lot of different alternate timelines going on where I was before and that's not even counting the guy who from Taisho 20, which isn't even a year. Or like whatever was happening with Lupa and Gale or with Naoya."
She eats another cold cut.
"But, uh, yeah. Rise is Risette? But she's really pretty normal when she's not in idol mode. What year are you from anyway? Because sometimes when things like this happen people get grabbed from a bunch of different times."
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"I think she's left the idol business, but she has a new album out. There have been posters up for it in the subway all year. --It's 2016."
After a moment, since it sounds like Chie has enough grounding to understand, she adds, "The second time through it, apparently, but I don't remember anything about the first pass."
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Shiho-senpai and Atsuko-senpai don't remember the first round either, so at least Sumire's not alone in that. And poor Akechi-san's been repeating nearly three years.
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