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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.

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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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Things were finally in order and peaceful. The Dragon Queen and her dragons gone. The undead back to being dead. A Stark on the throne, though that wasn't Bronn's first choice even if he couldn't think of anyone better. All the Lannister's, except for one, now erased from the present day. It could have all been so drastically different and the newly appointed Master of Coin was happy it went the way it did.

Until he opens his eyes and finds he isn't where he was or even where he was dreaming himself to be - in a chair with a naked black haired beauty with her tits in his face. Instead, he's out in the middle of a field of tall grass with a throbbing headache.

celebration

Still not sure what the fuck was going on, Bronn took advantage of the free drinks being passed around during a local celebration. He had no idea what the party was for, but there were just as many desirable women dancing around here than there was at any old feast back at King's Landing or Highgarden.

Though without realizing it, he'd flirted with the wrong woman. Turns out she was the bride and now, her groom and his brothers were staring him down, while urging another to get Bronn a sword.

Was it good luck to spill blood on a couple's wedding night?

Jon doesn't often come this far out of Gazin. He doesn't usually have a reason to, since his work at the stables is mostly confined to the town itself. Today's different though. Today there are a few horses that need some exercise, and the fields surrounding Gazin are the perfect place for them to get it.

He's riding one of the horses, with the other one trailing along by the reins, when he notices the figure from a distance and adjusts his route to head in the correct direction. He doesn't realize that he recognizes the man until he's almost in speaking distance, at which point he reins in his horse and comes to a stop near Bronn.

"Ser Bronn." He inclines his head in the direction of the trailing horse, which has reins but no saddle. "Do you need a ride?"

Being addressed that way by someone whose voice isn't the least bit familiar to him is sure to get the sellsword's attention and at first, he remains where he sits, considering the other man's face. It doesn't take long at all before Bronn gets to his feet and finally smiles in recognition.

"Would be if I were heading where you're going," Bronn replies, eyes drifting out to survey the area. He's convinced now that he got himself right pissed up and landed himself outside the walls of King's Landing somewhere.

No, it doesn't occur to him either that Jon Snow won't have a clue what he means by that.

Edited (tenses are all over the place) 2020-05-05 22:11 (UTC)

"I'm headed back into town," he answers and inclines his head in the direction of Gazin, which is barely visible on the horizon because it's still a ways off. "Which is where usually go when they've arrived, because there aren't any other options."

Although Bronn is of course welcome to look for one himself.

Bronn's eyes follow towards the town in the distance before looking back at Jon, entirely unimpressed, though there was also a flicker of question on whether this member of the Stark family was a wee bit crazy. Where people usually went when they arrived?

Then he smiles like he's figured it out.

"Ah, you're drunk," he shrugs, looking back towards what he still thinks is King's Landing. "I'd be drunk, too, if I'd gone through what you did. Couldn't have been easy killing that Dragon bitch."

At this point it sounds like Bronn is rambling.

Whatever Jon is about to say about what he's been through (which, yes, has been a lot, between the truth about his parentage and the horde of wights descending on his childhood home) is stifled when he hears what Bronn says. He knows who Bronn is talking about, but he has no idea what Bronn is talking about. He hasn't killed anyone recently, and certainly not Daenerys.

"What?"

He doesn't appear drunk, although his grandfather was mad, maybe he is too.

"Look at you," Renfri quips, stepping towards the commotion wearing a little grin, a large mug of frothy ale in her hand while her blade remained pointedly sheathed, "I came for the free drinks and now I'm getting a show, too."

She didn't quite step between the flustered groom and the stranger with the disruptive taste in flirting partners but she did place herself close enough that she could interfere if this turned into a fight. There was something familiar in the man's eyes and posture, he held himself like someone who knew how to fight. Would be a shame if the party was cut short before she even got to the finger food because the groom got himself quartered.

Good thing Bronn knows sarcasm when he hears it and he can't help but find the irony in her words because that was precisely his plan from the start; to drink the free booze, even if it was mostly out of boredom and confusion that he couldn't figure out where he was and why he was there.

But he stood there, hand inches away from his own sheathed sword at his side, unmoved by the slobbering drunk man in front of him who was trying to psych him out.

"That makes you and everyone else in here," Bronn replies.

The place was eerily quiet before a loud voice sounds from behind the bar.

"OKAY BREAK IT UP!"

Renfri's eyes widened a little at that shout from behind the bar. Looked like the owner had finally grown tired of watching this nonsense, or maybe just grown a spine now that it didn't look quite so likely anymore that weapons would be drawn.

She gave the furious groom and the distressed bride another squinty-eyed look before eyeing Bronn from the corner of her eyes and giving a firm nod. "Alright, that's our cue to grab as much food and drink as we can and get out of here before they remember we weren't invited."

Or at least she assumed he hadn't, since the groom during all his tirades had never addressed him by name.

"By the way, that means you owe me an evening's worth of beer."

About the Dragon Queen being gone...

She understood how this world could throw someone on the outskirts and had enough knowledge of wandering an unfamiliar land to know how dangerous it could be. Daily, she made the trek to the town's sign, looking for new arrivals, carrying water and whatever other supplies they might need. It was something to make her feel useful and gave an excuse to search for familiar faces.

Bronn's is not one she recognizes, those his clothes are reminiscent of home. The petite woman with silver hair and violet eyes watched him for a moment before approaching, offering a skin of water to him. "I imagine you must have questions?"

Luckily for that Dragon Queen, he's a bit too out of sorts to even notice the Targaryen likeness, though it was probably only a matter of time. Maybe when she moves away from the sun which is causing him to squint.

"Might have a few," Bronn replies tersely. "Like how the fuck I was in a small council meeting with a table full of highborn cunts and now I'm here and don't know how that happened."

He wasn't exactly okay with that.

Small council? It was likely this was simply a word that carried over from several worlds, but for a moment, she is analyzing him more closely. He had heard his sort of accent before, but again, many other worlds had the accent. His clothing was also not enough of a indicator for her. She could only brush aside the familiar feeling and focus on looking after him.

"It is difficult to explain. I suppose it depends if you believe at all in magic and how open your mind is to the idea. We were brought here by another force, but I don't know who it is. People arrive to this spot from other worlds and times."

"Come on now, loosen up. With a maiden so fair, can you blame him=" Merry couple who? Brynhild was here for the free alcohol (and maybe the illusion of quaint festivities, fairly enough) but the signs of a commotion drew her attention quickly enough.

In a moment she has made her way beside the outnumbered man, tipping her mug of ale in the groom's direction. Her lopsided smile gives the appearance of a laid-back try at soothing the situation, but the tension around her shoulders and the way she remains upright, free hand brushing over the back of the man's arm indicates something else entirely - a silent acquiescence that she will have his back should there come the need for it, though when she glances sideways at him, something about his demeanour gives her the impression that he doesn't seem too fazed by the angered men, either.

"'Sides, I wouldn't want heads rolling before you offer me a dance."

Well, this is something Bronn doesn't get to encounter every day. Usually, if a fight looks like it is about to break out, the women flee and there go his first, second and third chances of getting laid. But here? The lass standing at his side almost seems to be securing her chances with him. It's kind of hard not to see it that way anyway.

Bronn turns his gaze slightly to look at her -- and she was deliciously attractive, though he had already had a few strong drinks by that point -- then looks back to the gentlemen in front of him.

"You heard the lass," Bronn adds in, the groom and his brothers looking at each other before they all dispersed. He looks at the woman beside him again. "Suppose you want a thank you for that."

If anything Bryn is at least securing her chances at getting properly sloshed and fed before the party is over without the wedding ending in a funeral. She cannot say no to company, however and if anything he's provided a glimpse of entertainment that has her attention.

Of course he would. Fuck.

She breaks eye contact to give the men a hard look - whether it has any impact is debatable as they eventually disperse nonetheless and she finally lets go of the man's arm, turning to look him over properly. "That was nothing - some more ale's just as good," she offers a playful smile, giving her nearly empty mug a proper little shake. "The party's just beginning, isn't it?"

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