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Test Drive Meme

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1. [Setting: Floor One] So you've survived the destruction of your world and have somehow weathered through the thirty-minute elevator ride from the dorms to the cafeteria (or somehow managed to avoid getting killed while taking 101+ flights of stairs all the way down). The next cross you have to bear? Oatmeal. It doesn't matter what other delectable or not-so-delectable items are on the menu, the cafeteria staff is only going to serve you oatmeal. You're welcome to go into the kitchen and make your own food using the ingredients they have for the other menu items, or steal food off someone else's plate, but you'll be violently ill if you eat it before you've finished a bowl of mushy goop.

2. [Setting: Floor Two] Ouch, that cut sure looks like it hurts. Maybe you should look through the infirmary and see if they have anything for you to bandage it up with! (Spoilers: There aren't too many bandages, so if you're bleeding out you might want to find a dedicated healer, and the strongest readily available pain reliever available is the equivalent of children's Tylenol.) Or maybe there's some sort of medicine you have to take that is absolutely necessary for your survival. You'll find it if you look, but only enough for a single dose at a time, so stockpiling is out of the question. Or maybe you're a healer yourself, hanging around in case anyone needs help! The possibilities are endless. The supplies, sadly, are not.

3. [Setting: Floor Seven] That sure is a pool. A big one, too, easily a hundred feet deep and spanning almost the entirety of this floor, with winding tunnels if you're in the mood to explore. Don't have a swimsuit? Don't worry, there's plenty of them available in the locker rooms also on this floor. Suit up, dive in, have fun, and try not to drown. It is rather easy to get lost in those tunnels and not be able to swim fast enough to come up for air, after all. And hey, if you don't know how to swim yet, this is as good a time to learn as any.

4. [Setting: Floor Twenty-Six] Well, this is morbid. It's a morgue, and it's got everything you'd expect a morgue to have. That includes dead bodies in the cold chambers, should you be the curious type. It's alright, though. It'll just be a John or a Jane Doe, no one you recognize. But wait... are there sounds coming from inside one of them? Is something... moving? Maybe someone's trapped. Maybe someone needs your help. Or maybe it's, you know, just a monster, trying to lure you in so the door will lock behind you and you'll become its next meal. And then you could become a John or a Jane!

5. [Setting: Floor Sixty-Eight] This floor's staircase winds itself around a tall, dangerous-looking mountain, somehow; if not for the stairs you might think you were outside. Going up or down the stairs will take ages, but the more you look at it, the more it seems like it might be easier to ditch the stairs and just climb your way to the peak or the base to get to the next floor. But it's windy as anything, and rock slides and avalanches are pretty common. It might be best to traverse this one in pairs. If there's someone making their way up or down alone, join them! They could probably use the help. If you're trying this on your own, maybe you'll be the one needing help...

6. [Setting: Floor Eighty-Six] What's that? It's October? Well, this floor doesn't seem to have gotten the memo. Stepping onto this floor is like stepping right into summer, and the meadow itself seems peaceful. But be careful where you step. There are mushrooms forming perfect circles scattered throughout this floor, and if you step into one, your fate is up to the fae to decide. You might be forced to dance until you can dance no more, at which point you'll fall down and die, and that would be the kindest fate; otherwise they'll play with you, which could mean anything from trapping you in an illusion and sending you off while unable to see the Tower's true dangers, to granting you the ability to see violent magical creatures that couldn't see you before but are certainly out for your blood now, to warping and twisting your body into some other form, to anything else besides. If you're familiar with fae you may be able to negotiate your way out of it, however. But if you can't, it would certainly make your interactions with others... interesting, should you come across them while under the fae's influence.

7. [Setting: Anywhere] It's been a busy first day in the Tower for you, now hasn't it? So busy, in fact, that you've completely lost track of time. Night is falling and while the monsters were around but not completely unavoidable before, they're all too common now. In fact - look, there's one over there! Or maybe it's more than one. So far you've managed to go undetected, but what do you do now: Fight, or flee?

Comments

slams down into scenario 2

[rebelprince]

It's hard to run and bleed at the same time. Well, maybe not hard, but unpleasant and taxing; the only nice thing about the experience is that going from floor six to floor two is all downhill. Who knew deer could grow fangs?

Either way, it's not worth dwelling on now. The infirmary had been one of the first things Zuko had made sure to find after arrival and it's looking like it'll pay off. He doesn't even bother talking to anyone who might be in said infirmary, just shoves past them; there's an increasingly large spot of blood staining the side of his shirt and dripping down to the floor. Right now the thing to do is tear through the supply closet, not make pleasant conversation. Zuko is even starting to go a little bit woozy. Too much longer and he might have to burn the gash-slash-bite mark on his side closed, and that's not an experience he wants filed in his book of memories.

Quietly, in the back of his mind, he decides not to worry too much about infection.

[seekinganswers]

Look, Zuko, it's the Avatar!

...okay, no, it's not. It's just a girl who's too short to reach the bandages and antiseptics on the top shelf, and like any short person who also happens to have some measure of control over the wind, she's using that control to knock down the supplies she needs. They land neatly in her waiting hands and she smiles faintly before clearing her throat.

"Sit down," she says, "It'll be easier for someone else to treat that than for you to try and treat it yourself."

scenario 1!!

[crookedluck]

There's a young black woman with eight eyes (though six of them look like glowing dots on her cheekbones) sitting at a table as far away from everyone else as possible. She's halfway through her bowl of oatmeal and has been here for a good half-hour. The oatmeal is stone cold by now, which does nothing for its palatability.

Rook is trying very hard to neither cry nor punch things until an explanation falls out. She misses her twin, though she'd never admit it. Not that Jay would be in any way useful in this situation, but useless is better than dead.

[rebelprince]

Eh, maybe a grumpy teen might help. Maybe?

"I don't know how much they make you eat before they'll give you anything else." Zuko is looking down at his own bowl of oatmeal disapprovingly, but when it fails to transform into something delicious he sits across the table from Rook with an irritated sigh.

heyheyhey

[traitorforrent]

Pretty girl, sitting all by herself looking upset?

You already know where this is going. Alvin slides into the seat across from her with his own bowl of oatmeal and a friendly, if slightly awkward, smile. Up close, those extra spots on her cheeks are a little weird, but hell, if he can stare down Maxwell (both of them), he can handle this, right?

"Hey, don't look so down. The food sucks, but at least there's company, right?"

[seekinganswers]

Sheba is in the cafeteria when Rook first sits down with her oatmeal, far away from any of the others who are eating. That's normal behavior; Sheba can understand wanting some solitude. But by the time she's finished her own meal and is getting up to leave, it's a half an hour later - and when Sheba looks back, it doesn't look like Rook has made much progress with her bowl of oatmeal.

She makes one stop - the food line to pick up another bowl, because she knows from experience that cold oatmeal tastes like crap - and makes her way over to Rook instead of leaving. She sets the bowl down in front of her and takes a seat across from her.

"Here," she says softly, her expression concerned, "That will taste better than the cold stuff you have now."

[traitorforrent]

[Option 2 - infirmary]

[It's where every newbie winds p poking their heads at some point, right? And without a medic here... Well, mercenary work is tough even when it doesn't pay, so it's probably better to grab some bandages now, before there's a problem down the line.

Of course, first there's the problem of finding any. Alvin slides another drawer open and groans, finding it empty.]

Seriously? What's a guy got to do to find some supplies in here?

[Option 7 - nighttime, your choice!]

[Monsters here, monsters there, monsters everywhere. Just another day in the life. At least he's well armed - maybe too well armed, with a huge sword in one hand and a gun in the other, although with limited ammo he's being pretty sparing on the shots. Damn, if only there was a way to get better range on these things...]

7

[rebelprince]

[Zuko is getting used to these monsters more and more every day. He's developed a system for them -- shoot at them with a thin blast of fire, then slip in and finish the job while the monster is distracted.

It's not until he completes stage one of said plan that he notices that there's another person within range. One who might possibly be noticed by the now burning monster.

...Whoops.]

[pureply]

[Did someone ask for help in the infirmary? Mia's making her rounds, so she's always up for helping new patients.]

Is there something in particular you were looking for?

Wednesday Addams || Addam's Family

[aftercollege]

Cemetary

[Don't ask how, but Wednesday has gotten a hold of a small animal and made a properly-sized coffin for it. There's sound coming from inside the coffin, like the animal is still alive or something. The girl ignores it though and digs a hole in the ground for it before setting it into the dirt.]

With this sacrifice, every month at the full moon, the spirits of the dead shall rise, hungry for the blood of the living. The only way left to protect ourselves is live sacrifice. Paint the blood of your friends on your doorframe so that the ghosts will pass you by.

[NO THIS ISN'T A GAME. WEDNESDAY IS REALLY DOING THIS.]

Workshop

[Oh good, some place that she can work. And make doll-sized yet working medieval torture devices.]

Kitchen

[DOO DOO DOO! JUST STEALING VARIOUS SHARP KNIFE-LIKE OBJECTS.]

Random Hallway

[Feel free to stop Wednesday as she walks the halls with a headless doll.]

Cematary

[idkworldruler]

Well that could work. [Because yay, blood magic!]

Or you could go on a more easier and much more simple route and paint lamb's blood on the door itself. [Well that seemed to help keep the plagues of Egypt away.]

Workshop

[doc_brown]

[ Sorry but there is a Doc who nearly lives in this workshop and who is working on the collar fluids. ... That is until he sees a little girl with medieval torture devices. Who let these things here in the first place? ]

Great Scott, this is no place for a little girl! You are going to hurt yourself!

[ This means, please go somewhere else and do not play with dangerous stuff. ]

floor one. crosses to bear, you say?

[deiform]

[ well, this has been.. an experience. somehow, the apocalypse wasn't at all like he expected it to be, and it happened a lot quicker than it was supposed to, and.. now he's in this tower. yeshua's had a lot of unusual experiences in his life (and after..life?), but this is coming close to taking the cake.

and.. he's alone. even buddha isn't here, which is really strange. he's so accustomed to being practically glued to his side that he's not quite sure what to do with himself. he keeps turning, expecting to see him there, but..

oatmeal, is it? it's not that he's ungrateful, because he's glad to have anything to eat, but.. this is a little unappetizing even for yeshua. still, he'll take what he's given. he holds the bowl loosely in one hand as he crosses the cafeteria, expression curious and and maybe the slightest bit glum.

ladies and gentlemen, say hello to the christian messiah. .. who's dressed in a j-rock band t-shirt, jeans, and battered converse sneakers, his hair pulled back in a ponytail that does absolutely jack to hide the small scars that cross his brow. it's a really strange combination for someone who exudes such a strong sense of virtue and purity, actually. ]

[alephbet]

[Oatmeal, the sign of the new arrival. Aleph waves to him, dressed as usual in his oddly-colored armor, weird visor, and weird machine on his arm.]

You're new, right? Sit with me, I'll get you up to speed.

[thirtybits]

[Judas would know that figure a mile away. He's so glad, even if the tower does terrible things at times, at least he's alive! It was the one thing he wished for daily, and he'd begun to lose hope. He's so glad he doesn't even feel embarrassed or presumptuous when he runs over to Jesus and hugs him.]

[warriorscribe]

*If a messiah in jeans is okay, surely an antediluvian patriarch in jeans is okay too. No shirt on this one, though, just some unusual divine armor - assuming he can sense or otherwise tell it is divine. Enoch's gaze is weary as he looks up at the newcomer, but some of that lifts as he speaks.*

Are you looking for a place to sit?

[idkworldruler]

...Jesus?

[Whelp, he'll be damned. Maybe the tower really is coming to an end if this guy is here. The young Illuminati member is uncertain as to exactly how to approach this man and his amazing, out of this world mustache. So he'll wing it and call it good.]

Isn't this a...nice surprise. [Maybe even Loki and the other gods would show up as well? Or even better, the Bees. He could really use an anima well right now.]

Scenario 5 - Prose, but can switch to action.

[seventhsong]

Lorelei really would have preferred it if his first real opportunity to explore a world didn't come at the price of being trapped in a physical form. Flying would make all of this so much easier. And clothing wouldn't get in the way. He understood why clothing was a necessity, after all humans seemed to have this huge shame complex about showing off their bodies, but that didn't mean he much LIKED trying to climb a mountain while the hems of his jacket kept getting underfoot or a passing branch snags his scarf. They were his, and he wasn't about to take them off and leave them behind, but it was intensely frustrating. Thankfully no-one is around to see his scarf snag on yet another grasping plant and then get subjected to a violent end once he jerks it free; only a small empty divot in the crumbly ground is left where grasping branches had once been.

Onward and upward.

Really, Lorelei could have taken the stairs. He really could have. But he'd thought he'd spotted someone else heading this way and so off he'd gone, and then when he hadn't found anyone getting to the next floor seemed like a good idea, and the best way at the moment seemed to be hauling straight up the mountain.

Three rock slides and a small avalanche of debris later and he's really begun to question whether this is actually a good idea or not. But stubborn persistence means he's not turning around either, determinedly scrambling his way up a mountain that seemed determined to bury him in rubble. Besides, sooner or later he'd reach the top and the view should be absolutely spectacular and totally worth all this effort. He hoped. Clinging to that hope was something to do at least, beyond fight the wind, blazing hot sun and equally blistering stone as if Sylph, Rem and Gnome had a personal vendetta against him for helping lock them up countless centuries ago.

Actually now that he thought about it, taking refuge behind a boulder as more shale split and slid apart, cascading down the mountain in a shower of rock and dirt, that would actually explain his situation really, really well.

Chizuru Yukimura | Hakuouki

[derepressed]

[Staircases - anywhere in the Tower is fine, but upper floors would be most likely since she's walking]
[Chizuru feels numb. She can hear her footsteps echoing as she takes the stairs (she has no idea what an elevator is, but the stairs are recognizable enough), but only just barely, because - well, everything is just wrong, and she can't focus on much more than the wrongness of it all. Her hand tightens around the crumpled piece of paper she's been holding since she first spotted it on the table by her bed, and she wants desperately to believe it isn't true. Because if it is... if it is, then...

She bites her lip.]

The Shinsengumi would not have been destroyed so easily...

[And yet, the chaos of Toba-Fushimi... With the demons around, and the terrible weapons the opposing army had... but no. How could it have destroyed the world? It can't be true. It just can't.]

...we've only gotten separated, that's all. I have to find them.

[She's thinking aloud, but then she's always done that. She just wishes convincing herself of it was as easy as saying it.]

[Floor 94 - Photography Darkroom]
[She can smell chemicals. It's not an entirely unfamiliar smell - as the daughter of a doctor, she's used to some scents that are beyond the norm - but she certainly can't identify the chemicals for developing pictures by scent. And she can't identify the cameras by sight, either; though she has heard of such a thing as photography, a new thing from the West that is said to steal one's soul when a picture is taken, she's never had the opportunity to learn about what it is exactly and what a camera does.]

What is this...?

[So in spite of her own misgivings about being in the Tower, she can't help but be curious when she sees the unfamiliar-looking boxes with lenses on them. She picks one up and lifts it so that she can peer at it, then shakes it to listen for any rattling.]

STAIRS, CLEARLY!

[eternallostboy]

[Given that the staircase was generally one and down for the most part, it was rather easy to get where you were going. Just as long as you remember the floor number you wanted, you could find your destination easily enough. However, Ryoga was a special case. Ryoga still managed to find a way to get lost.]

SAOTOME! [That surely echoed along the staircase. Ryoga didn't want to believe his world was destroyed, or that he had been saved. He had too many connections at home, or just Akane, but DETAILS! Ryoga would also never forgive Ranma to fall at the feet of someone other than him. He would exact his revenge yet!

Ryoga was clearly struck with exhaustion. Just how long has he been roaming on the stairs? Was he even familiar to anyone here?

On his way upstairs he noticed a girl. Naturally Ryoga passed a lot of people, but he was primarily kind and considerate toward females. It couldn't hurt to ask her either.]

Excuse me! Have you seen a guy around my height in red, with black hair? He has it braided.

Beatrice | Umineko no Naku Koro Ni

[cowtitsandwich]

A
[A lady in an embroidered ballgown sits in the cafeteria, poking the mush in front of her. How could anyone dare to serve her this? Disgusting.

She grumbles, pats her stomach after hearing it complain of hunger, shuts her eyes, pinches her nose between her fingers, and takes a bite.]


B
[She's stepped in something wet in the hallway. Lifting her skirts, she looks down at her shoes, to see she's stepped in the mangled body of a monster. Beato frowns - it's gotten all over the hem of her skirt, so she shakes them a bit, the hoops bouncing.]

Really, who just leaves their mess lying around...

[kindofademon]

You're back!

[Ryuunosuke casually leans down over the front of the couch Waver's sitting on.]

How's it been?

[maipokerface]

1
[To say Mai's kind of sick of being violently ill is an understatement. And yet there is a part of her, a stubborn and hard part unhappy with her current situation stuck in this place that doesn't want to play by any of the rules if she can help it.

So she just keeps on refusing, at least to the point of today. Now she's just frowning heavily at her oatmeal, doing little more than stirring the mushy goop up with her spoon.

Ugh.]

5
[Oh good, rock slides. Mai's been doing her best to get to the top of the damn mountain and has just now managed to catch up to anyone else. Before she can get out a question about the mountain itself or these stairs or good god where is the next floor, the ominous rumble begins.

Whomever ends up here with her, forgive the teenager. There's little time to explain and it seems more effective to simply grab the wrist of the person she's caught up to and jerk them up against the side of the mountain itself. At least it's in time to miss some of those falling rocks.]

7
[At least this is more entertaining than the mushy goop of oatmeal they keep trying to force on her. She's more than a bit miffed at herself that she lost track of time but there's not much to do than react now, is there.

At least she's well-armed. And honestly, after the first few monsters? She seems... happy.]

Sheba | Golden Sun AU

[aprothyma]

((AU writeup is here, though it is a work in progress.))

Option A. Infirmary
[So clumsy of her, to have cut her hand. But she can't deny that it happened as much as her pride would like for her to. There is a bloodied knife on the floor of the cafeteria kitchens, because she dropped it after accidentally slicing herself and immediately making a run for the infirmary.

Now she is rifling through the supplies for bandages with a look of intense concentration. She is biting down on her lower lip to block out the pain, and she has her arm cradled to herself, palm up so that she does not drip blood all over the floor.]

They have to be somewhere...

Option B. Morgue
[Sheba freezes on the staircase the first time she hears the rattling noise. It stops when she does, and she is almost willing to dismiss it as a figment of her imagination and keep going when she hears it again.

Curiosity wins out over common sense and she leaves the staircase to examine one of the cold chambers. She rests her hand on the handle, ready to pull it open.]

Is someone in there?

A

[hardedge]

[The smell of the infirmary was always unpleasant between the products and leaking bodily fluids. InuYasha didn't care much to be on or near this floor.

Regardless of his preference, he compelled to make sure the individual was okay. The scent was strong enough to be concerning.

Not far off the half demon had arrived to see what was going on.]

What are you looking for?

Edward Wong Hau Pepelu Tivrusky IV || Cowboy Bebop

[radical_edward]

[First Floor: Cafeteria]

[The elevator ride had taken sooooooooo long. She didn't think she would last, but the doors finally open to show a cafeteria. After having flopped to the ground just outside of the double doors that now clunked to a close, she sniffed the air. Whatever that smell was, it wasn't as pleasant as she wanted it to be, but it still smelled like food, and her mouth was watering already. Scrambling to her feet, she quite literally hopped to the line to get her fill. What she sits down with isn't what she wants. Goop? What is this stuff, even? She sniffs it. Pokes at it. Spins the bowl. Anything but eating it. Sticking her tongue out, she pushes it away and crosses her arms over her chest, pouting as she bounces a leg over the other.]

Goopy and Gummy, but not even yummy. Ed wants food food, not food.

[But no matter how many times she tries, they refuse to give her anything but oatmeal. If she had been aware that she could make her own food, she would have, but as it was, she saw no other choice. Grabbing her spoon, she puffs out her chest and cheeks, trying to put on a champion's face.]

Ed isn't scared!

[But it turns out, it was worse than she thought, and this resulted in her shuddering and crumbling to the floor in a wriggling and writhing heap, one hand gripping at the sky as she groans in misery.]

Eeeeeiiiiin...

hello frienb

[pressxtojodie]

[So. After an hours-long sojourn which first involved having to process having a body, reading the note and learning about his world being destroyed (processing that took at least a couple of hours lying in bed and intermittently spacing off and crying), and learning the fun fact that people here could see him when a concerned resident asked him why he was walking around naked (the bodysuit felt weird, okay? What do you mean where are his clothes?) Aiden finally arrives at the cafeteria in someone else's ill-fitting borrowed clothes because he's apparently supposed to come here...because? He's not sure, but if everyone's supposed to come here first thing, he might find someone he knows.

As he walks slowly into the cafeteria, he gives the area a once-over. Hmm. Either he missed them...or they're not here yet. Should he leave?

It's then that he notices the over dramatic teenager lying on the ground, groaning and acting like they have a bad case of food poisoning. Uh. He steps a little bit closer.

Looks down at them carefully.

...Nudges them with his foot. Maybe that's just his way of asking "You okay?"]

Aiden | Beyond: Two Souls

[pressxtojodie]

[Fourteenth Floor: Media Room]

[Alright...now that he has more info about this place, he feels more comfortable exploring for real. The lower floors seem like a good bet, although it's not...as easy as it normally would be for him, given that he's solid. But, at least he's making progress and at the moment he comes across...some kind of media room?

Well, that's kind of anti-climatic. Oh well, doesn't look like anyone's here, but he can always take a look around. The first thing he does is end up gravitating towards where the music is.]

[warriorscribe]

*There is someone here! That pile of cloaks? There is a person behind them, sitting in a chair and working on another one. He's wearing headphones, though, and seems completely absorbed in his task.

When Aiden's shadow crosses his line of sight he looks up, just to make sure it isn't a monster. On seeing it's a fellow resident, he gives an acknowledging smile and a nod. There's a handwritten note by the pile of cloaks that reads One per person, please.*