+ ENTRANCEWAY TEST DRIVE MEME +

[vitaelamorte]

HAS THIS EVER HAPPENED TO YOU?!

Your mind is a car, a car in the vastness of the universe, slowly going down the road which connects thought upon thought and you glance at your hands as they grasp the steering wheel, wondering if you are fit to master the curves of creativity, to weather the rocky roads of prose, to order a cool glass of beer at the roadhouse of inspiration no wait a second you can't order a beer you're driving you're test driving your mind car drunk what have you done WHAT HAVE YOU DONE THIS IS THE MIND POLICE SLOW DOWN AND PULL OVER IMMEDIATELY YOU ARE UNDER ARREST I SAID SLOW DOWN THIS IS--

ENTRANCEWAY
TEST DRIVE MEME

►► Take a brand new muse out for a drive, bring an old voice and try Wonderland's setting and population on for size. See how that Mirror personality fits your character! Post a top level comment, tag into other people's starters, enjoy yourself!

►► Any scenario goes! Thread out your character's arrival, have them act like a long-established resident, let our past events inspire your scene, or write up literally any Wonderland-based scenario you feel like playing with!

►► If you want to take it a step further, check out our NAVIGATION for all the game info you'll need, and our INPUT & INQUIRIES page for any missing pieces. If that's got you convinced, the pages for RESERVES and APPLICATIONS are right there for you!

►► Please only note that any threads made as part of the test drive meme are not game canon, and cannot be used for the activity check OR as samples for any future applications. Thank you for understanding!

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Comments

[compulsion]

[A bloke is just walking around, trying to see what kind of trouble and discontent he can cause while things are what passes for calm in Wonderland. Not that it is ever really calm, but he's willing to give it a try and see what is going on.

Apparently what is going on is someone not giving a rat's ass who is where as a doll comes popping out the door, hitting the wall just before him.

He scurries back, expression incredulous as he lifts his arms in a questioning gesture.]

Hey! Watch it with the...

[And that's when the teacup follows its Mistress into the hallway, shattering against the wall above his head. He at least has the decency to duck, as well as give a few choices words as he storms up to the door, looking like a reject from a goth club with his leather short shorts and mesh top with puppy stomper boots on and his dark hair and makeup a touch messy.]

What's with the projecti... Well well.

[Words failing as he sees Drusilla.]

Hello there, Beautiful.

[drusilla]

[Drusilla glances over her shoulder, innocently biting a cake like she hadn't just been throwing out a very rude party guest when suddenly another has come to join her party.]

Such sweet words. Have you come to take her seat?

[She moves from the table and starts to slowly circle her guest. Slime fingers drag over his shoulder blades as she does.]

Is it your unbirthday?

[compulsion]

Trust me, there's a lot more words where those come from. Even sweeter.

[As sweet as they need to be for a beautiful and violent woman. He can definitely dial it up then.]

Course I have. Though I'm hoping if you toss me out the door, it's with my head intact.

[Not that he's assured he'll make it that way, but he can try. Of course, that's counting on believing in his fae ability and assuming she can't truly hurt him. Ego and libido cause men to make a lot of mistakes.

He pauses, canting his head and thinking about that.]

You know, I'm pretty sure this isn't my birthday at all, so... yeah.

[drusilla]

We'll see.

[Drusilla says in a low growl of a voice before letting out a playful 'ruff'. She suddenly shoves the man down into an empty chair with surprising strength for such a small woman.]

Then you can have Miss. Gwen's seat, Sweet. [She whispers to him and inhales, catching the scent of something sweet and not quite human. Oh, what fun.]

There is a mystery afoot. [She lightly pokes his cheek.] Tell me, Sweet whisperer, why do you smell of Sunshine?

[compulsion]

Well well, aren't you delicious?

[Grinning at her, liking the way those sounds felt to him. Even loving the shove, though his chin jerks up, gaze following her.]

That's definitely interesting, and I promise to be a much better guest than the headless one. One, I can still manage to drink tea.

[More amused than perhaps he should be, flinching a bit at the poke as he frowns a bit. More at the question than the treatment though. Vex has much too much interest in rough play to be bothered by that.]

That's a damn good question. Never once been likened to the Light in my life, though if you smell sunshine, so be it. Though the why might be harder to explain.

Tell me this, since we're playing this game. What's your name?