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Test Drive Meme: The Overflow
PLEASE CONTINUE YOUR THREADS OVER AT THE LATEST OVERFLOW POST, THANK YOU.
Please note that all CR in this meme can be carried over when the game starts between characters that are accepted into the game.
Threads can also count towards third and first person samples on the application, just provide links.
Take a look at our OOC Meet and Greet post! Meet. Greet. Make friends. Have fun!
 THE OVERFLOW Since the last post is fast approaching 3k comments and getting laggy for some of our players, we have decided to go ahead and stick up the overflow post. Please continue your threads or start new ones here if you'd like. To make this easier on those continuing threads from the last meme, here's a handy form: Please remember to let your thread partners know you've bumped your threads over here as well! We started the meme early to give you plenty of room to do just that. With the City of Ariel grand opening only a month away, we are holding our first ever test drive meme. Tag in and see how your character would settle in the game. You're a fresh face in the city, newly processed, and arriving at a bustling time. The city is expanding and you are greeted first in the re-education center by your helpful counselors and then directed out of the building to a large festival. Be puzzled, make friends, have sex, or whatever you want! There are no restrictions on thread types played out here. Your first awareness that something has gone wrong comes during a groggy moment of semi-lucidity when you look around yourself and find that -- instead of wherever you remember being last -- you're in a chair, in a room with a man you don't recognize. He's sitting behind a desk whistling to himself and sorting paperwork. The whole atmosphere might remind you of a high school guidance counselor's office, only with far more comfortable chairs. You were brought to Ariel during a very special time! There's a large festival going on celebrating the new expansions to the city and everything is decked out for it. Everything is bustling and vibrant in the city today because of the celebrations. There are decorations up, food vendors set up all along the streets, kissing booths, games, and just about anything else you can imagine an event like this would have! The people of Ariel are out and about as well, some are in vibrant costumes and others are just checking out the sights. Some of the more exhibitionist types are even having a little more fun out in public than you may be used to seeing back home. As soon as the grogginess from your arrival passes, you are allowed to leave the re-education center and see it all for yourself. Upon exiting, you are even handed beads of various colors, several of each so you don't worry about running out. Each color has a special meaning listed below: pink - toys These are to aid you in making a connection with others. Show your interest in others and tell them exactly what you would like to do with them by sharing the beads. If you would rather take a different approach, feel free to walk around the festival and see what (or who) catches your eye. The point is to relax and get settled in your new home. | |
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Please note that all CR in this meme can be carried over when the game starts between characters that are accepted into the game.
Threads can also count towards third and first person samples on the application, just provide links.
Take a look at our OOC Meet and Greet post! Meet. Greet. Make friends. Have fun!
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The stranger himself is a different story, but while Lelouch's gaze is probing, there's little that stands out about the man he's examining except for maybe his hair and his uncommonly sharp features. Britannian, he's almost sure of it, but what use is the label in this place? Dressed for the cold, which again means nothing, but it's reassuring to see that he hasn't submitted to the pressures around them and gone native.
Could it be that Lelouch has actually encountered someone sane?
The peculiar way the other breaks the silence soundly turns several of these notions on their head, however, and although Lelouch's surprise (and confusion) don't register on his face, his mind is already working furiously to decode the new information. No apology for nearly barreling him over, which punches quite a few holes in the notion that this man is inclined at all toward deference or motivated by loyalty (not that Lelouch had really been hoping for that), and what is this Her Majesty, is he supposed to know who that is? The previous emperor had one hundred and eight wives, counting his own mother, and barring Marianne vi Britannia, none could truly be said to have been favored by him. That and the obvious lack of recognition... well, it would have been useless in this scenario anyway. Many things were.
What annoys Lelouch most, however, is the fact that this is the second time someone has worked out his social status just by looking at him, and if he had needed any additional indication at all that these clothes would not work in this environment, this would be it. The clothes aren't the real issue, of course, but at least fixating on them gives him something to rail at, and after the day he's had, an outlet is precisely what he needs.
The fact that this person noticed that he has a gun is another point, but for the moment, Lelouch will dismiss it. They had run into one another.]
So you've decided to take me under your wing? How benevolent of you. And what do you hope to gain by doing this?
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[ Eyes are averted from the royal standing before him for a moment as he takes a moment to glance about the fair. As was mentioned before, things have gotten significantly more interesting, and Sherlock can't surpress the smile threatening to spill over onto his lips. Blackmail, kidnapped royals, mysterious intentions, possibly violent, definitely dubious, oh yes, this was most definitely his kind of case. Never mind the inappropriate absurdity of the situation, there had to be a simple explanation for the forced relocation of thousands, perhaps hundreds of thousands.
Unfortunately, this hypothesis closed one door and opened up three more. Perhaps more. So suppose a clear motive was established. The more insidious enquiry of who would have the resources to pull off such an awesome crime remained as a nagging itch at the back of his mind, but for now that would have to be tabled. Can't verify a hypothesis with abductions, or worse, guesses, and it isn't good to assume conclusions without all the evidence.
Unfortunately, the fair grounds offered very little in the way of evidence. Lines of carnival booths, everything from kissing to shagging, toys to condoms, food stalls with phallic items to clothing booths offering outfits that could fit into envelopes, but no indication of where they where or how they got here. Sherlock bit his cheek and chewed, thoughtful yet pensive; whoever had designed this establishment had done so in a way as to prevent any clear answers from being determined. Frustrating.
Attention was once more relocated to the dark-haired man. ]
You, like all the others taken, have arrived here today. This mass abduction serves one of three purposes, those being entertainment, blackmail, or information. The second and third are reasonable assumptions given your status and the value acquirable from holding a man like you hostage, but fails to explain the necessity of the thousands of commoners relocated as well. Unless the association between all those kidnapped is purely random, which I doubt, there must be a method in this madness. [ Mumbled: ] Coincidence is never a good explanation.
[ Goodness but how he could go for a cigarette. Or two, or ten, or a whole bloody carton. Their captors had been kind enough to leave Sherlock with a handful of patches, currently the only thing keeping his attention steady. He exhales, then reaches into his pocket, pulling out a single, round patch. His left sleeve is bunched up, the backing is peeled off his vice, and the little object is stuck to his arm. The sleeve is pulled back into place as Sherlock clenches his fist and emits something dangerously close to a moan, lids fluttering shut as he waits for that rush. Damn, but who he wouldn't kill for the temporary asphyxiation associated with actually smoking a cigarette.
Satisfied, if only for the moment, the detective casts his new companion a glance before bending over to gather the beads scattered around the other man's feet. When he returns to his feet, he rolls the red bead between forefinger and thumb, eyes fixed on the colourful little item as he speaks. ]
To answer your original if not inane question, information. But not from you. The question you should have asked is what they have to gain by this, they being the people who captured us, [ His eyes flit back to the other man. ] as that's what we need to know.
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Lelouch would take that thought further, but the sudden appearance of that round patch, bared arm, and entirely bizarre ritual of applying the damn thing (this person either has no social graces or decides to completely ignore them, how charming) put an end to it. Who is this man? Obviously someone acquainted with puzzles and crimes, he wouldn't be nearly so interested in the mass kidnapping otherwise (or nearly so enthused about how baffling it is), but he can't possibly be stable. Or-- no, he simply doesn't care?
For all his dabbling in various governments and military organizations, Lelouch does not have an extensive amount of experience with law enforcement, and it's abundantly clear right now that that's precisely what he needs in order to figure out what the hell is going through this man's head. He supposes he could just be some raving conspiracy theorist or crime aficionado (it would certainly account for the aforementioned lack of social graces), but that slip into analysis had been far too natural, too smooth for someone not accustomed to adopting that line of thinking regularly.
He takes a reflexive step back when the stranger bends to retrieve his beads, a faint motion accompanying the passing urge to bend and assist him, but the man is upright again before he can do anything. Curiouser and curiouser. Who is this?]
Would there have been a point in asking that question when it seems you don't have the answer, either? And while your analysis did hit upon several interesting points, I would say that given that the overwhelming majority of those kidnapped seem to be, as you say, commoners, it's far more likely that abducting me was the accident and that "they" were seeking ordinary citizens exclusively. I doubt they're truly differentiating, however; their selection may have been motivated by the need to fulfill a certain quota instead of being dictated by class.
I'm so sorry this is so late. Midterms ate me alive!
The other man is talking. The only thing that irritates Sherlock is that there's no handy little set of name tags on these people, and he really doesn't care enough to discern the names of most of them. Sherlock listens for a moment, resisting the urge to offer scathing sarcasm in response, and is rewarded by the man's insights on the matter.
Brows raise. Then furrow. A smile creeps across his lips and he exhales an interested hum at the revelation. ]
A quota, yes! Yes, exactly what they're doing, a mass designated to satisfy the needs of our kidnappers. Oh this just gets more and more interesting! [ Fingers are steepled together and it's clear that Sherlock is positively drunk off of the excitement of this situation. Never mind the fact a moment ago he was livid, resigned but enraged at the confines of the establishment and the particulars of their situation. Now it's the best thing to have happened to him and he isn't going to miss the opportunity to crack this case for the world.
Hands raise to press the tips of his fingers just beneath his chin and he closes his eyes, brows knitting together. ] Not an accident. Every person was selected for a purpose; variety was necessary. No collective so capable would have made academic mistakes.
[ He ponders that a moment, raising his head, opening his eyes. Seconds crawl by, and the thought process is lost. As he's stated before, it's impossible to come to a definite conclusion without all the evidence, and he's been provided with very little so far. Gaze switches back to the other man, and Sherlock decides this royal before him may be of some use in the future, not only for his status and its possible part in the situation, but for the intellect the man has displayed.
A hand extends, not a gesture Sherlock is accustomed to offering, so the motion is stiff. ] Sherlock Holmes, consulting detective. Aid me in my investigations, and I will keep you informed of discoveries regarding our predicament. Unless you'd rather distract yourself with the city's surfeit.
[ A glance behind him to a child of thirteen being fondled by two, far older women, then back to the dark haired man in front of him. ] I sincerely hope not.