farsickooc | Test Drive Meme #1

Welcome to Fernweh's Test Drive Meme! Do you have an interest in joining the game? Need to make sure the setting works for you and your character first? Or have you made the decision to join the game and need fresh samples for your application? Whatever the reason, feel free to use the scenarios however you wish.

You know what to do! If you don’t, just follow the instructions.

How To Play:

→ Comment with the character you would like to test drive (duplicates are allowed)
→ Choose a scenario or start your own
→ Tag around
→ Have fun!

SCENARIOS

01. Arrival

You have been sitting and staring at the sign above you for some time now, lost in a blur of swirling questions that seems to start with how you ended up there; in a place (and time, maybe) that you know you weren't an hour earlier. Or maybe you're an old hand at this by now and you've figured out that this is simply another stop that the multiverse bus has made. So why not get off and look around a little?

At any rate, the sign points you towards the direction of a place called "Gazin", which looks like a decent-sized town from where you stand. There has to be someone who can explain.

02. Around Town

So, you've settled in. Well, mostly. At least you know where things are without taking too many wrong turns and ending up in the less desirable areas of town. But now you can go about your day. Visit the market, check out the local shops or have a drink with a new friend at one of several inns.

03. Exploring

You've heard people talk about some pretty interesting places and now you're itching to get out and find them. Be careful though, there are creatures and monsters out there that will be pretty interested in meeting you and may wish to have you for its next meal. Better take someone along. And maybe some weapons, too. Make sure one is made of silver.

04. Monsters

So, you managed to find that location you were looking for. Good for you! Only.. it seems you've also found one of the native creatures to the area and you now face to face with it. Um. Good luck! We'll see you when you get back!

Hopefully.

05. Celebration

It won't take long for you to figure out that people of Gazin are, all in all, pretty happy people. It shows, too, when a seemingly quiet evening suddenly bursts into a random, impromptu party to celebrate whatever good fortune has touched a person. Name Days, good harvests, betrothals, weddings, or just life in general.

Sing, dance, drink and be happy, too!

06. Wild Card!

Want something else? Feel free to choose your own adventure or mix and match to create something completely different!

NAVIGATION

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It would only have started a rant on said states and while his voice wasn't half bad, in his opinion, she probably didn't want jump on that train.

"I'm called Mad Sweeney," he answered, one hazel eye on her as he drew from his bent smoke, pulling it away from his lips as he continued. "But you can just call me Sweeney."

There was no disputing the Mad part. "I'm a leprechaun."

It was the slightest bit of fun to see how people took it; to assume he was just a drunk or otherwise properly insane. Claire looked like a grounded person - clean and comfortable in her clothes like normal people.

Luckily, Claire has heard an Irish accent before and although Sweeney was dead face serious while making the introduction, she figures that was his way of telling her where he was from. It doesn't quite dawn on her yet that he's being serious in the most literal of ways.

"A leprechaun," she echoes, wondering how much of this is also drunk talk. Yet, there's also a side that reminds her of where she is, where she's been and who she's made friends with along the way and before he can accuse her of not believing him, she nods slowly. When she speaks again she's also serious. "For someone associated with good luck, it doesn't look like you have much in the way of stores for yourself? Or does it not work that way?"

It's a fair assumption. Sweeney was fairly drunk and there was no hiding his inebriation, though he wished he was much more far gone. Perhaps then he could have some real fun, when he couldn't remember it.

"Oh, it does, but I lost my luck. Fucking Generosity - I grabbed the wrong coin. Or the right one if you're the Dead Wife." Sweeney took another draw, one eye squinted at her.

"You ever seen real magic? C'mere and I'll show you the best coin trick in the midwest."

If he didn't sound drunk before, he sure did now. Dead Wife?

"Can't say as I have," Claire replies, hesitating a long moment before stepping down the little incline towards the tree. Maybe she's being a little too trusting but him being drunk gave her an advantage. Or so she thinks.

When she gets close enough, she furrows a brow inquisitively. "You going to make one appear from behind my ear?"

"I'll make one appear from yer ass if you like," Sweeney promised with a pull of a well fitting impish kind of grin as he raised one bruised hand, fingers rubbing against themselves to produce a short stream of gold coins that clicked against each other as they fell into the grass at their feet.

"A fat lot of good gold is for living." It didn't get him out of what he owed - nothing but the debt repaid would fill that bill, and in a breath, something priceless to others was near worthless to him.

His tongue stuck out, coin pressed into his tongue falling to join the others as he did it again and again, like someone spitting.

"I'd bet three of those coins that they don't have anything like that in... You never told me where this is. Are you sure it's not Illinois? No Hotel America down the road?"

There wasn't a shortage of magicians or illusionists in New York, but it was pretty easy to tell the good ones from the bad ones. This guy? He was pretty damn good. Slightly weird in a David Blaine kind of way, but damn good. No use of smoke and mirrors here. And as she watches the coins drop out of his mouth, her expression is definitely one of awe. Claire looks impressed.

"People here call it the World. But the town over there is called Gazin and it's somewhere in the multiverse," she answers, looking to see if there's any confusion with her saying that much. She continues. "You're not going to find a Hotel America anywhere around here. In fact, I'm pretty sure that's still several hundred years from happening."

Claire steps back and gives a nod, with a small smirk.

"So, if you can make coins appear like that you should be able to conjure up another boot."

It was the only boost to his self-esteem he had anymore, that awe upon her face and he looked suitably satisfied before his eyebrows raised, lips curling around his cigarette again, propping it there even as he breathed it in. No, he wasn't worried about cancer.

'The Multiverse' got Sweeney's attention, brow furrowing in new focus on her before he scoffed at her assertion, eyes set back to wandering the scant horizon. No Hotel America, no Gods, no Wednesday. Shit.

"And how many boots do you keep in your Horde?" he both asked and accused, taking another almost angry draw. "It's meant for important things, not whatever shit product comes out of Michigan. I want the bastard who took the one that matches this one - they're broken in." They were his favorite, what could he say.

Not many smokers did. Not until it was too late anyway. Still, even being a nurse, Claire wasn't in the habit of lecturing anyone, least of all someone she doesn't know.

Her gaze moves off, giving a shrug as she steps up the incline a few steps and lowers down to sit on a fallen tree that appears to be hacked up on one end, most likely for someone's woodburning oven.

"Okay, well, I don't know what to say," Claire replies, furrowing her brows defensively. "Chances are it was stolen before you got here so you might want to move on and get over it."

Claire looks at him, deciding then and there that she wasn't going to take his bullshit attitude. Getting up again, she gestures with a flick of her head towards Gazin.

"Town has shops where you can find a pair. Hell, I saw a few drunks passed out behind the tavern yesterday and they had some decent looking boots on if you want to get a pair for free."

Sweeney watched her come closer and settle, hazelnut eyes following her movement and a bare smirk given at her admission. But it dropped quickly at the idea that he abandon his best set of boots in far too many years.

"Get over it," he scoffed. "You obviously don't understand the value of a good broken in pair," he accused. "Stole those off a drunk too." The sad wheel of his reality made her suggestion terribly fitting. He frowned slightly at his cigarette, wishing desperately it was a fifth of jack.

"Fuckin' Gazin it is, I suppose. No towncar around with the smug bastard in it to ferry me away." He took one last drag before dropping it to the ground, grinding it into the grass with his one boot tip. "They better have whiskey or beer."

Who he was threatening wasn't clear, but it wasn't Claire, for all his grump and bluster.

There's a slight, almost obscure little victory grin as she turns towards Gazin. Yes, this one definitely reminds her of Frank in more than a few ways and it makes her miss the settlement and the people there but she would do well to focus on that.

"They have both," Claire replies, nodding. When Sweeney has fallen in stride, she glances towards him. "Who are you talking about? And why does he ferry you away?"

Whoever it is it seems the multiverse has one of them, too.

Sweeney grunted - the only form of approval he was going to be able to manage just now.

"Wednesday, the right old cunt," he swore in introduction. "Ridin' around the back roads of middle america in his land yacht of a Buick. Betty, he calls her. Stinks like aspercreme and crow piss, when he's not making me walk my ass to Wisconsin. This place, you're better for being rid of him, trust me. Brings nothin' but trouble to anyone he crosses."

Oh the loaded stories behind all that.

He looked at Claire sidelong again. "You said you arrived. Where'd you come from?"

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