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Test Drive - 001
TEST DRIVE 001
Here is our first ever Test Drive Meme! There are a lot of areas of the city to explore, so please have a look around! In case you need a little help getting started, I've included a few prompts below, or feel free to start your own! Exploration and player initiative are the names of the game here!
NOTE: While you do need an invite to apply to the game, you do NOT need one to tag or top level on the Test Drive!
Arrival & General Information | Locations & Bestiary | Residences & Housing Info | Rules & FAQ (ask questions here!)
A. Welcome to the Jungle
The URBAN jungle, that is. You have just arrived and received a strange satchel from a tiny, strange little man and are left more or less to your own devices (more information on what to expect upon arrival can be found here)! Follow directions to the north and check out the housing, or maybe have a look around the Historium, see what you can waste your meager starter coin on in the Market District, or maybe just meet the neighbors.
B. We've Got Fun and Games
At least there's entertainment. In various parts of the city, there are street performers, slight of hand tricksters, and probably a game or two of poker in one tavern or another (there are several to be found, after all). Start up a game of darts, or just sit broodily in a corner and watch the others coming and going.
C. You can have anything you want but you better not take it for free
The Harbor District is a rough joint. There are pickpockets, swindlers, but also hardworking folk and more than a few buildings that seem to be locked. It sure would be a shame if someone were to go about performing some casual Breaking & Entering...you know, as long as you don't get caught. There are guards around, though not nearly as many here as in the other districts. It's almost as though they like to avoid the place. People talk about wererats in the shadows at night and it's not unheard of for the unaware to go missing when they're traveling around here after dark...
D. What's that smell?
As if being carted off to what looks like a city out of a video game weren't bad enough, there's an entire district to the northeast that seems to be walled off, warded, and in all ways inaccessible. According to the sign, it's the cemetery...and boy does it smell.
E. Speaking Crystal
You could always take a look at the instructions that came with your crystal and see who else is listening. Remember, though, these devices are Voice Only and cannot be filtered. If you speak, anyone with a crystal can and will hear you. Now, whether or not they choose to respond is another thing entirely.
If you have any questions at all about setting or what is or isn't acceptable, please submit it on the FAQ!
If you would like to explore any aspect of the setting more indepth, please PM the mod account OR comment here! All comments are screened!
B. We’ve Got Fun and Games
Today was not one of those days though. Today was one of those days that he just wanted a drink and a quiet corner to sit in, so he could try to process... everything... This was all a lot, magic and helping to ‘rebuild a world?’ He could barely make toast in the morning without burning it, there were far better options among his colleagues to kidnap and help out around here than himself.
There were no quiet corners, at least none that were unoccupied... Frowning, brow furrowed heavily, he took off his hat and looked around for a little longer while he waited for his drink. The tables were all taken by groups of various sizes, all except one. One table was currently occupied by one young woman who clearly was about as happy as he was to be here, if the look on her face were anything to go by.
Taking the drink offered and paying for it, he wandered over with his usual little slouching gate. Awkwardly coming to a halt next to the table, “Uh— Mm... Excuse me, do you mind if I join you?”
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She casts a quick, appraising look over him, before she looks back at the pamphlet spread open in front of her. There's nothing really in her expression or her tone asides from quiet impatience, but the way one thumb is gradually getting scratched to shreds suggests her bad mood is fuelled by anxiety more than irritation.
"Knock yourself out."
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It was hard to say either way, but he still sat down across from her at the table. Llewellyn hunched his shoulders a bit, leaning his elbows on the table as he focused on his drink. It was a little uncomfortable with having his back to the rest of the tavern, but beggars couldn’t be choosers.
His attention flitted between his drink and the stranger, doing his best not to stare (even he knew that was rude) but still glancing over now and again. Llewellyn soon decided that his original assessment of her mood seemed to be correct, she was definitely upset. Judging by the way she was going over the familiar pamphlet that came with their ‘welcome care package’ (as he was calling it now), she was upset for the same reason he was.
“You new here too then?” He started clumsily, hand leaving his glass to gesture at the papers with a little wave of his hand. He paused, withdrawing his hand to take a quick drink from his glass before he continued. “You uh— might want to watch your thumb, wouldn’t want to get it bleeding. Don’t know what medical care is like here yet.”
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The second time he spoke to her, however, she did look over at him properly. Was she in the mood to talk? Not really. But, if they were in the same boat (which clearly they were), then perhaps it wouldn't be a terrible idea to see what he knew about this place.
If anything.
She just nodded at first, only talking when he mentions her thumb. It'd been an almost unconscious act, so while she doesn't stop picking, she does move her hand into her lap, out of sight.
"It's fine."
Come Esther, use your words.
"...Did you arrive today as well?"
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Llewellyn nodded, an exaggerated little motion of his head, “Yup... Few hours ago now. Not sure what I think of it all yet? Magic is uh— a bit much to wrap my head around.” It was frustrating because he couldn’t deny that it was all real, not with it presented in front of him between the historium and the speaking crystals. It was still just... quite a lot to process.
“Those are sorely lacking in any helpful details, in my opinion.” He reached over to tap the pamphlet before frowning a little. It wasn’t strictly true, they were helpful with the basics. But... Not really full of answers for all his questions. His many, many questions.
The one saving grace was the fact that a lot of this place seemed mimic the Victorian era architecturally in some ways, so he wasn’t entirely a fish out of water.
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The way he said 'magic' like it's a fact rather than as an expression just made Esther want to down her drink in one go. Generally speaking, she did not believe in magic, or alternate realities or dimensions. So the fact that she was apparently in one now was....disconcerting. To say the least.
With that in mind, she didn't acknowledge it here, not yet. 'A bit much to wrap my head around' summed it up rather beautifully.
When a finger came into view to tap against the corner of the page, Esther glanced up at him again, finally folding it away. "That's certainly a more polite way of saying it."
Finally taking a drink, Esther shook her head at no one in particular, more talking to herself at that point. "None of this makes any fucking sense.."
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Maybe everything would eventually hit him properly at some point, maybe it wouldn’t, but until then all he could do was take another drink and try to continue this weird conversation with someone from another world (oof) in the same situation. “It’s very... vague. They said a lot with very little substance and aside from some very rough basics they seem to think we can uh— just accept it and assimilate. I’m not so sure I trust that.”
No, he doesn’t necessarily expect her to answer him. It’s more that there is a person in front of him so talking out loud might seem a little less crazy, and he has a lot of thoughts in his head that want to get out. Sorry, Esther.
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Right then though, all she wanted to do was say it again. Just swear up a storm, maybe throw a chair across the room. Maybe cry. It was just a lot and she had no idea how to process any of it, how to react to anything or what to ask when it was clear no one she'd spoken to yet had answers.
Esther needed some semblance of control, she needed to know she would get answers; and the idea that she had neither and likely wouldn't for what seemed like the foreseeable future scared her.
No. Not thinking like that right now. The last thing her or this stranger needed was her going from 'visibly anxious' to 'emotional wreck'.
"I don't think they give a shit if we trust them or not." She said at last, gathering up the pamphlet without much thought to folding it or whether or not she'd rip it, before she shoved it in her bag and turned her attention finally to the drink in front of her.
"Whoever 'they' are."
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“Halcyn.” He added a moment later, peering up over his glass at her with a little shrug. “The red-headed woman who greeted those of us who arrived today was named Halcyn, if she was being honest about that much. I couldn’t tell you much more than that though...”
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It wasn't entirely clear whether she was still speaking to him or just quietly to herself, but after a handful of moments and another, long drink, she actually looked at him.
"Where have you come from..?"
Whether she was actually interested or if she just needed him to keep talking to keep her distracted, she wasn't entirely sure.
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Of course, her question was met with what was probably the most boring answer that one could expect on a day when most of the other people who had been brought here were all from very magical worlds themselves. So, as he put his drink down, he shrugged a little. “Mm... Well, I’m from Canada. Toronto, Ontario to be exact.”
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"I've never been to Canada." Was all she said at first, until she'd had another drink. "I was going to apologise for this being an odd question, but everything about this day is odd, so- what year is it for you?"
Because while time-travel was not a concept she generally bought into, now that she was really looking at him, she was realising that he wasn't quite...dressed the way men from the 2010's tended to. Maybe she was wrong, but she'd literally been zapped from London to whereverthefuck this was, so.
Perhaps whatever she was drinking to open her mind a bit more to the possibility.
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The question about what year he was from gives the detective pause, his eyes flitting over her strange attire once. It was... not standard for his era, so perhaps there was some time displacement going on. That was just another layer of ‘oh...’ to pile on, but he answered with a curious little frown. “1905... I uh— I presume your from another time. From the... future...? Perhaps?”
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It was a relief, but a small one in the newly-presented face of apparent time travel. Or some kind of time travel related nonsense.
His answer, though- it made sense, given how he was dressed, but...1905.
Jesus.
"...Yeah, it's uh- it's 2018 for me."
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Yup. This was getting weirder... He’s going to need another drink before long.
“Oof...” He mumbled absentmindedly, before taking another drink. “This must be uh— even stranger for you though.” The detective added, nodding at her and her attire again. If her clothes said anything, it was that 2018 was very different. “The architecture and over all feel isn’t too dissimilar from my time at least.” If you... ignored all the magic... which was impossible.