Test Drive Meme

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Test Drive Meme

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✭ Seriously, do it.

To get you started, here are a few optional prompts for you to use if you so wish:

Prompts
1. [Setting: Floor Twenty-Eight] There are musical instruments all around this floor, with a grand organ taking the center stage. It could be a good place to pick up a new skill or two! But wait... what's that? You hear music playing? Well, maybe there's someone already on the floor. Or maybe not... sometimes the instruments play themselves, after all.

2. [Setting: Floor Forty-Five] The walls on this floor are made of glass, which would be nice if there were anything to see. Sadly, there's not much, as the clouds are so thick at this height that you really can't make out if there's anything out there, anything below you, or anything above you. If you hear a skittering sound, that's just the faceless humanoid creatures crawling around on the outside windows. Don't worry, they can't get in... but they will skitter around to watch your every move.

3. [Setting: Floor Eighty-Eight] There's a bar here, and you better hope there's not any alcohol. Most of the time there isn't no matter how hard you look - but sometimes there is, and more often than not even a little bit of it will make you violently sick from alcohol poisoning. But if you're really lucky, you'll just get drunk. There's a pool table in the center of this always-smoky floor, so even if you can't drink you can still act all adult and sophisticated.

4. [Setting: Floor Twenty-Two] Are you a cultured person? Then this is the floor for you. It seems to be an art gallery, and there are paintings from many different worlds on display here - maybe even one or two from yours! But don't get lost, because if you do, you may not like what you see. Paintings of the worst atrocities known to mankind have been known to be on display around here, and if you're really unlucky, you'll stumble across an entire section filled with paintings of the things you fear most.

5. [Setting: Floor Ninety-Four] This is a darkroom, and it's okay if you don't own a camera, because there are a few old-fashioned ones you can borrow to take pictures. Maybe this is a good time to pick one up and try your hand at photography. Or maybe you've turned off the lights, but if that's so, don't look too closely at the shadows. They'll sometimes become humanoid figures that will follow you around, and if you look directly at them they'll possess you, crawling into your throat - you won't be able to leave the floor, and you'll try to kill anyone who enters, but this will only last until you are killed or the lights are turned on.

6. [Setting: Floor Three] A bookworm will feel right at home here, among the towering shelves filled with books of all kinds. You won't find anything about the history of the Tower, though, and you certainly won't find anything about the world you or anyone else here came from, but if you're looking for a tale to read or something to study up on, you're in the right place.

7. [Setting: Anywhere] Uh-oh. That's a monster, or maybe more than one of them. You might be equipped to handle it or you might not. But the question is, what do you do? Do you face it head on... or do you flee? Or maybe the monster has already spotted you, and you're in need of a rescue. That's alright. It happens quite often here.

Comments

[deloreandriver]

[You can find this guy, really. Marty's been away for a long time, and there's so much more to see in the Tower. Of course, it was mostly awful and terrible, but that was the Tower. But really he's just seeking out human contact, because he hasn't seen any living person in months.]

Jade (Shauni) | Beyond Good and Evil

[powerofthedomz]

Floor 22

[It's hardnot to get distracted by the paintings. Especially when she finds quite a few from Hillys. One of her friends at the Akuda Bar (IRIS members) and one of the kids at the Lighthouse. One of Pey'j working on the hovercraft and-

Jade stumbles back away from the wall, heart beating in her throat at the sight of the last one. The High Priest of the DomZ, the one who had tried to tear Shauni out of her when she and Shauni were one and the same now. Shauni couldn't be his source of power any more. Even if he was telling the truth, that Pey'j and her parents had turned her human, turned her into Jade, she liked being herself.]

Floor 88

[Well, it's not the Akuda Bar and pool isn't the pallet game she played with Francis but it will do. Anyone care to join her?]

Anywhere - A

[Jade's the type to explore everywhere she can. It's part of the reason that she was hired as a photographer or an investigative reporter so often. It paid the bills and kept the kids fed. That was all that mattered to her.]

Anywhere - B

[Fighting. There's fighting happening. Someone might think she needs help, being armed only with her dai-jo, a combat stick. Except it's glowing green. And so are her eyes.]

Caster/Gilles de Rais | Fate/Zero

[monstrueux]

floor 28:
[Of course you hear music playing. It's Gilles, dressed in his voluminous robes, standing at the pipe organ. The pipe organ, which he has no idea how to play, as is evident from the assortment of sounds he coaxes out of it. If anyone needed further proof that Gilles de Rais is a sadist, well--here it is.]

floor 45:
[Gilles hardly notices the glass walls and the skittering creatures. Skittering creatures are old news to Gilles. He has other things to think about.

If there's one thing he can't understand, it's why he has his armor. It's the very same that he wore during the war. Black and dull, it makes the huge man look even larger (not that his robes don't do the same). He stares down at his armored hands, frowning.

He remembers that bright light, washing over him, but now that he has come to this new Hell, he is not sure what to think. His thoughts are erratic, unreliable, but he tries. So for the moment, Gilles looks relatively subdued: a tall, dark, and gloomy knight casting a reflection in the glass.]

floor 22:
[Cultured? Of course Gilles is cultured. Not only is he a nobleman, but he's a great artist, if not a conventional one. Not to mention a playwright. But these paintings are... like nothing he's ever seen before. They're so violent and brutal. The forms are twisted, distorted, violated. They look broken and torn, and the colors are so lurid, so strange, unlike anything he's ever seen before. It's so ugly, so uneven, so crude.]

So... beautiful.

[Gilles' eyes grow even wider than usual, his mouth contorts like one of the figures in the paintings, and tears begin to stream down his face. This is the face of a fifteenth century man seeing modern art for the first time.]

or...

Anywhere else! Meet Gilles in the locale of your choice.

[[ooc: Gilles is very unpleasant; here is his permissions post.]]

/*3*/ [Floor 28]

[faithstaynight]

[(also let's say this is after their first meeting so we can save THOSE feels for the actual game)

Gilles has an audience today. A familiar audience. It wasn't that Jeanne had been tailing him, not exactly. But she had always kept him within range of her senses, and now, unoccupied, she had found herself drifting to his location.

Call it worry. Call it her sense of duty as an administrator to keep a rogue Servant in line. Whatever her feelings about seeing him again were, they did not seem to want to allow her to leave him alone for too long.]

... I did not know you wished to play.

Anywhere-A

[pressxtojodie]

[If Jade decides to head to the cafeteria, if she looks to her right she may notice that someone has decided to make modern art of a table and surrounding chairs that are arranged artfully on top of it. There's a man in his...early 20's maybe, who's sitting backwards in a chair a little bit away from the table. He seems to be staring at the chair tower very intently.

The man moves his hand and another chair lifts up and is added onto the pile. It just lifts up by itself.

There it goes.]

excellent!

[monstrueux]

[Gilles stiffens at the sense of a Servant nearby, and he turns, drawing his hands away from the keys. He likes to think he can sense that it's her, but maybe it's that he always expects (or hopes) it will be her. He stares at her for a few moments before replying.]

Jeanne...

[He wants to be near her, but at the same time, he can barely bear being in her presence, and just seeing her makes him want to scream. In the end, the sheer joy of speaking to her, of her remembering who he is, momentarily overwhelms his pain. All he'd ever wished was to be reunited with her...]

I enjoy the arts. I am a patron of the arts. [Though he had come to truly appreciate them later.] So why not become an artist as well? Did you like my playing? I am teaching myself!

[That discord is pleasing to him. He can make such hideous noises, like the groans of the dying.]

How about... random hallway number 53. :|c

[woodpeckermaruta]

[You can find this kid returning from a particularly dangerous floor within the Tower; and, as a result, his prison uniform is splattered in blood--not a lot, but enough for it to be noticeable. Fortunately for him, his isn't implying anything regarding his state of well-being. He actually doesn't have any injuries, at all. The blood isn't even his, and it actually belongs to a couple of monsters that tried to make a meal out of him.

Unlucky for them, right?

Currently, he is headed up to the dormitory floor. The Deadman isn't really paying attention to anyone in the hallway, but it's not hard, at all, to get his attention.]

[memorizethis]

[Hi, Marty, hope you weren't wanting complete humans. That's not what you're getting, with this guy.

He's wandering the hallways with an annoyed and confused look on his face--after all, waking up unable to even move is seriously not okay. It is very much something that could strike up even the memory of... well... anger and confusion.

Also, he's unable to simply darkness his way out of this place.

That...

...that is definitely not okay, also.]

Abax City!Korra | Legend of Korra (01x12 pre-Southern Water Tribe visit)

[eagerbender]

[Will match to action or prose.]

Floor 66

The frozen tundra was nothing like this, only in the worst of storms would the cold bite at you this hard. But Korra stands at the edge of it, staring across the endless expanse in front of her.

She wouldn't dare swim but the caves might call for exploring. Not without a companion though and with Naga no longer at her side the Avatar feels disinclined to go.

Wistfully she stares from her spot on the staircase, sitting on one of the landings.

"Wonder if they'd let me build a house here..." Kicking her feet Korra stares some more at the white land, dismissing the idea. It was far too cold and she knew next to nothing about building a house.

Floor 54

What she encounters as she first walks onto this floor jerks Korra to a stop. A stop and reaching for a weapon that isn't there, not removing her eyes from any of the dolls that she can see.

"It's alright, Korra. They're just dolls. They're not...the flesh eating mannequins. And they certainly don't...look like they put themselves back together."

Despite trying to reassure herself Korra feels anything but. Even if she never had to fight the mannequins herself, she had seen them and what they could do. They were terrifying.

These puppets and dolls equally so.

She starts to walk side-ways down the stairs to the floor below her. This room would always give her the creeps and make her on edge.

Floor 39

Here she sits. Trying to meditate yet again. But it seems that Korra can only sit still for so long before she has to do something.

A fidget.

A scratch.

A yawn.

A glare at the fly that decided to land on her nose.

After ten minutes of trying to settle and meditate properly she lets out a noise of frustration, pushing herself up.

"Stupid meditation! Stupid Tenzin! Stupid airbending!" She heads over to one of the poor sandbags and throws a few punches at it before resting her head against it. "It's even harder to do on my own..."

She just had too much energy for her own good. Groaning loudly she turns and heads toward the track. "Maybe I can burn all this energy off..."

Floor #

[Where ever you want to be, Korra will be!]

Anywhere

[memorizethis]

[He woke up not even an hour ago.

You're going to be able to find him anywhere. Because he's attempting to use the power of darkness to get the heck out of this, here, Tower. Naturally, this is, well, going to be a failed attempt. He doesn't look, at all, panicked. Just... kind of angry.

At some point, he'll say screw it, and resort to folding his arms across his chest. Leaning against the wall and staring at the floor, he'll be standing there, in a hallway.

Are you sure you want to say hi to him? He really looks frustrated to be here. Of course, how could this place not drudge up memories of that feeling, right?]

[heartismyown]

[You know who else is wandering around? Roxas. There's Axel, right there in front of him. He hesitates, wondering how mad Axel is going to be at him.

Then again, he's confused. Is this their other life?

It might be and he did promise to see him there, so he'll walk up with a smile.]

Axel!

Roxas | Kingdom Hearts

[heartismyown]

Anywhere

[It isn't that he's the type to explore, it's just that he's kind of lost. Roxas has woken up in this strange place, with no one he knows around and he's not sure what to make of it just yet.

He wanders the halls aimlessly, pondering if this is really what Namine intended when she told him to join up with Sora again.]

[deloreandriver]

[And Marty is distracted by a bleeding, warking, angry chocobo in the hall, which he's trying very hard to stay away from. Hope you weren't counting on not bumping into anyone, Axel.]

Uh hey, sorry.

[And he's looking up at him, because Marty's actually kind of sort.]

There was this giant yellow bird thing...

[memorizethis]

[Being bumped into isn't the worse thing to happen to him, today, so... all he really does is give a bit of a frown. It's not like it's the end of the world, or anything. That's apparently already happened. Sigh.]

Yeah, it's...

...

[Yeah, then Marty had to go and stop him from giving a sarcastic remark, because giant yellow bird...thing.

Just...

...what.]

Uh... Come again?

sounds good to me!

[monstrueux]

[He notes the blood at once. He has an eye for such things. Gilles steps in front of Ganta smoothly, gazing down with concern at the blood-stained young man. He's a very concerned citizen. It's true that the sight of the blood compels and excites him, but he doesn't act on his impulses yet. No, he's more curious than anything else. So much about this place makes him curious.]

Ah, are you injured?

[faithstaynight]

[Speaking to him hurts Jeanne, as well. He was a dear friend to her, a noble knight she had looked up to during their time in the army together... to see how he had fallen causes an almost physical ache in her chest. But she can't just ignore him; for one reason or another, that's the worst possible route to take.

So... she approaches, still somewhat unsure, but with a ghost of a smile on her face.] It... certainly suits you. [Erratic and chaotic. Very good words to describe him now.]

But if you wish for assistance.... perhaps I could help? I've never played an instrument so grand before, but I have had some practice on those of a much smaller scale.

[It can't be too different, right?]

floor 28

[puppy_lancer]

THE FUCK IS THAT NOISE?

[Here's Lancer, rushing in here and looking rather PISSED.]

I can hear you from two fucking floors up!

[deloreandriver]

There was this giant yellow chicken thing... it looked like someone had beaten it.

[And it didn't look too happy, so Marty decided to be smart and move off.]

Hachiken Yugo | Silver Spoon

[unlikelyfarmhand]

[Floor Three]

[Hachiken is impressed with the books lining the towering shelves. He just happens to stumble upon the library and his eyes are wide with surprise. He doesn't need to study anything right now, and how weird is that by the way, but he's a bit at a loss of what to do.]

floor 22

[glassceiling]

[Assassin has been skulking around the floor, the cursed arm of the delusional heartbeat extending from her cloak, reaching up to whatever canvases contain images, especially of the religious variety, and clawing the faces away from the Saints and angels.]

[To depict figures close to God (Glorified and Exalted be He) as icons, idols more suited for pagan worship, is blasphemy. Then again, it seems there is no heresy this place will not commit.]

[As she walks, she senses the presence of another Servant. Her current task forgotten, she rushes to check on the presence.]

[She finds him in another section of the gallery. This one filled with non-blasphemous art for once. He does not seem violent, so she does not attack him yet. Instead, she takes a second to glance at the same picture.]

Yes...beautiful.

39

[midgarhorizon]

The Gym was one of Reno's many haunts, typically spent doing laps when he was alone. The very reason he was down here today, in fact. He was wearing his normal civilian clothes, a towel from the sauna floor flopped over his shoulder. Seeing someone there, however, he hesitates before he can determine if it might be friend or foe.

He decided the girl wasn't too threatening (ha ha), shrugged, and walked in just in time to catch that last bit.

"Havin' trouble?"

[attheclocktower]

[The red hair catches her eye as soon as she sets foot out of her dorm, of course. It always does, because it's usually somebody she either knows and quite possibly cares about.

She's barely taken five steps though when she comes to a halt, staring with wide eyes. Because that wasn't Reno, or Asch, or even Luke. That was another very familiar figure entirely.]

Axel?

[Was he really back again? Did he remember this time?]

Assassin | Fate/Strange Fake | AU

[glassceiling]

floor 25

[Assassin stands in what seems to a sunshine filled meadow. Yet another impossibility that she has seen in this Tower of Babel. The only thing that keeps her from tearing this heresy down, floor by floor, and eradicating the ones responsible is the knowledge, through her spirit link, that Claudia is here. She has to find the woman she swore to protect and ensure her safety.]

[Silently, she glides among the flowers, looking for any sign of Claudia.]

floor 22

[Assassin drifts in this floor, the elongated, red cursed arm of the delusional heartbeat extended out from underneath her cloak. It reaches up toward the paintings depicting Saints and angels, and claws out their faces.]

[Blasphemy. Yet another blasphemy committed by this place in daring to depict God (Glorified and Exalted be He) and his servants like pagans would depict their angels.]

floor 64

[For some reason, standing in the middle of the desert comforts her. If only because it is a familiar landscape. It feels like if she strains her ears, she will hear the voices of her fellows calling her to train or to pray.]

Beautiful...

[She whispers, looking into the expanses of the sand.]

Cecil Palmer | Welcome to Nightvale | Floor 28

[radio_madness]

[How odd these musical instruments are, Cecil mused as he picked up a silver french horn and expected it from all angles. These are nothing like the ones back in Night Vale- where are the blood runes? Where do the Ericka's place their tentacles? Surely not on these little buttons! There is no way that anyone- existing or not could play these instruments properly if they had more or less then the usual amounts of digits.]

[midgarhorizon]

[Have a random stranger standing on the stairs and staring rather rudely, because damn, those are some really nice tattoos, Cecil.

Also what are you doing with that horn.

That is not how you play it. You have to blow on it. Blow, Cecil, blow.]