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+ JULY / AUGUST TDM +

JULY/AUGUST TEST DRIVE MEME
You're like an angel with no wings.

Prompt A: Serious Event

In each trip a character makes from their room, they will have one random encounter with a monster (or monsters) that will attack them. Fight, team up with others, run away if you think you can, but there are monsters. Everywhere.

Prompt B: Lighter Event

The mansion is gone and now we're all camping! Women on one side of the camp and men on the other with a large picnic area in between. It's like summer camp except there are no counselors. You are in charge of making your own food and fun. If you wander too far out in the woods, you'll just get lost and wind up at the campsite again. Make s'mores! Tell spooky stories! Have fun!
Prompt C: ediS rorriM

Peace has been restored to the mirror side with the White Queen ruling, but she does have a request: get to know one another, dear mirrors. She's hosting a 1990s dance party and you're all invited. Jam out to Spice Girls and mingle.

Prompt D: Choices

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.

Rules

Test drive memes go up every other month. Please note that any threads made as part of the test drive meme don't count towards your activity check, and they can't be used as samples for any future applications. Thank you for understanding, and have fun!

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Camping

[ Janet has never been camping before. Actually, Janet hasn’t done a lot of things. She knows how to do a lot of things but knowing and doing are very different. As such, when everyone fishes, she simply sticks her full arm into the water and cheerfully looks up at the person closest to her. ]

I don’t think this is working very well, but I do think it would work better if I had a fishing pole.

[ Later, while everyone’s eating s’mores, she only makes them, putting a large stack on a tray and walking around, asking people if they’d like more, generally trying to be helpful. You see, Janet isn’t programmed to never be useful. She has to do something. But when people turn down her plate of s’mores, she sits and folds her hands in her lap. ]

I’m feeling something. I think it’s...sadness, which I have felt before but under very different circumstances. Why would I be sad, just because you jerks won’t eat my s’mores? Oh, no, I think that was rude.

[ She smiles brightly. ]

I hate being here!

Network

Hello. I’m Janet. I was programmed specifically to be a sentient personal assistant with the knowledge of everything, everywhere. But I can’t seem to access anything about this place. From what I can tell, this is some sort of variation on the Lewis Carroll story, Alice in Wonderland. What I do know for sure, is that it isn’t the Good Place or the Bad Place. It is just a Place that exists nowhere.

[ She shrugs with a smile at that. ]

No one told me life was gonna be this way!

[ There are some things she’s retained from Michael binge-watching Friends. The lyrics to the theme song is apparently one of those things. ]

I did find out I still work functionally the same, so if you need anything, just say my name! I can’t access my Void, so I guess I have to pick a room here to live in, which means I do have a question.

[ She pauses, tilting her head and trying to figure out a way to ask. ]

How do you live? What should I do first? I’m feeling very confused, which is even more confusing because I’ve never felt confused before.

Misc

[ Did your character say ‘Janet?’ Were they even trying to summon her or were they just talking about a Janet they know? Whatever the case may be, she’s here now, instantly appearing out of nowhere right behind you and cheerfully announcing her presence, hands clasped behind her back. ]

Hi there! What can I help you with?

[Okay, just because he managed to get close to ONE robot doesn't mean he's gonna trust ALL the robots. So, congrats Janet. You get an anonymous text message.]

hold up a sec

you're saying you're some kinda magic robot or something???

[ Janet is all video responses all the time, and smiling. ]

Hello! I'm not magic. Or a robot.

[Somehow this is more creepy.]

okay then what are you

I'm Janet! Also, I already explained what I am.

[It might not be ideal for some people but Misty loves it. She loves sleeping out under the moon and clouds. She loves wandering through the woods until she finds herself lost and confused and then back by the campfire again. It's all perfectly wonderful and she could stay here forever.

Not everyone might be though, and she realizes that hearing someone complaining about something about being sad.

Tucking her shawl a bit tighter about her, Misty came over and drops down beside her.]

Awww, don't be sad about that. I'd love a s'mores, if you're still sharin'.

Serious - Hallway random floor of the mansion

"Is that... a centipede?" Her words are breathless, a bit confused because it's nothing she's ever seen before. Hesitating only that moment as she brings up one hand, sending a blast of energy at whatever it is, sending it back double over itself. Not enough. Not nearly enough.

"Run!"

Not looking back to be certain they do before focusing on a nearby table, causing it to suddenly flare up in flames, praying it will be a distraction as she kicks it into the middle of the path between her and the centipede.

Camping

Misty loves this. All of it. Padding barefoot through the trees, not caring when low branches and brushy shrub catches at her shawl. Ignoring the way it just loops her back to the camp if she goes too far. It's all part of the magic of this moment, and she is reveling in it.

Quick with cooking out, knowing how to not only create fire from nothing but to use it to help them out with the food, she helps out however she can during the day.

Then at night she can be found laying out where she can see the sky, staring up the skies and taking about the creatures she sees.

"There's Sirius, and if you look close you can see a dog from that star to that star to that one," she said, arm up and finger pointed to show the lines that only she sees.

Snow loves being outside in nature as well, something she hasn't been able to really indulge in, not for a while. Granted in the Enchanted Forest she was living in the woods because her stepmother was trying to murder her, but still. There's a bond between her and the animals that can't be mistaken.

And so, Misty might see Snow sitting, surrounded by birds as they all seem to be listening to her speak. She's carrying on a full-on conversation with the birds, and when she gestures to a flower and asks for a bluebird to get it for her, it hops over, pecks at it until it's in the bird's beak, then hops back and hands it over before fluttering up to perch on her arm. It's all very, very Disney.

When she notices someone else approaching, Snow looks up and greets the newcomer with a smile. "Oh, hello. Escaping the activity of the campsite?" It's been nice and fun, but sometimes you just need solitude.

[ At the offer, the plate just appears again in Janet's hands and she holds it out, smiling. ]

I'll always share. All you have to do is ask! But this isn't where I'm supposed to be, so I think I still hate it.

[Misty blinks at the sudden display, looking to Janet rather than the plate.]

How'd you do that? I mean, illusion or did you manifest it?

[Though Misty does snort at that.]

I don't any of us are supposed to be here. I know I'm not, but I'm not complainin'. Not after where I was. I'm gonna love this place until they send me back to Hell.

Misty has actually been following a bird when she realizes that she's not alone in the woods. Pausing against the bark of a tree, she watches the woman for a moment, unable to help but to smile as she leans into the warmth and roughness of the tree, just watching.

She finds herself delighting in the way the bird gets the flower for her, grinning widely when she is spoken to. Misty startles, still adjusting to being around people who aren't there to torment her, and offers a shy smile as her hands clutch at the shawl she wears about her.

"Just... I just wanted to be around nature. It's been a while," she admits, taking a step forward, though only one as to not disturb the woman's guests. "That's some nice magic you have there. Useful too." Especially to someone like her who has spent so much time alone in the wilderness.

Kol likes the comforts of modernization, they're nice, but he doesn't particularly need them. And as such, this sudden thing where they're being forced to, as he's heard people call it, "rough it" isn't much of a bother to him. Mostly, it's just a very long call back to the earliest memories he has. In the days before vampires, before he and his siblings being on the run from their parents trying to murder them. It was a simpler time, if not technically better.

He finds a woman lazing about, talking about stars and it seems as much an invitation as anything else might have been, so he sits down next to her, leaning back on his arms and staring up to where she's pointing. "Huh... I s'pose I can see that... me and mine called it Lokabrenna," there's a touch of an accent too old for most to identify that comes with the word, different than the mix-mash, but mostly-British-leaning accent of he naturally speaks with otherwise. "D'ya know what that means?" He doesn't particularly expect her to, but people have certainly surprised him here.

Misty is quite aware when another approaches but she shows no hint of moving. Instead her hand waves, the bangles about her wrists jangling a bit as she continued to sketch with the tip of her fingers, using the stars for dot to dot ideas.

Though when he spoke, her head turns slightly so she can catch a fuller view of him form the corner of her eye. Then, curiosity gets the better of her. She shakes her head.

"Don't know what it means," she admits. "Though I've heard it before. I think. There's some out in one of the parishes used it I think. I think. My family didn't have much t'do with them though. My family was too religious for the heathen types."

She says the last with a snort, nose wrinkling and amusement lacing her tones.

"You a heathen then?"

Did you really live in a Void before you came here?

[ i mean what else is she going to hone in on here. ]

"Loki's torch," he offers in explanation, smiling a little as she turns her head to look at him.

He tips his head to the side and lets that smile make the easy slide into a smirk at that question. "Oh, you could certainly say that's a term that qualifies." There's a beat before he adds, "Is that going to be a problem?"

She glances at the stars, considering that title for it. "Where's it guidin' him?" Murmuring it softly, more musing than asking, though if he has an answer, she'll be thankful for it.

Shifting, Misty rolled onto her side to face him, propping her head in her hand, wild curls falling about her face. "Why would that be a problem?" She smirked back at him, leaning forward a bit. "I'm a bit of a heathen myself. Depending on how you define the term. Why I like it out here," she says with a hint of a sigh. "Part of nature itself."

camping;

Ugh, I hate camping. Stupid camping. Stupid bugs. Stupid parks.

[ april kicks a picnic bench, which hurts, actually, so she's immediately betrayed and she tries not to show it. but when she turns around there's an unlucky victim (that's you) for her to talk to. ]

You there! [ she points directly. there's no escaping there. she looks over at the slowly setting sun and grins suddenly, not unlike a certain well beloved cat. ] You look like the kind of person who cries during ghost stories. Come sit down by the fire with me.

Network.

This place sucks. STOP. Everything is awful. STOP. But i found a telegraph in the closet. STOP. It's actually pretty boring. STOP. But I was thinking how annoying it would be if you had to read my messages as if I typed them on it. STOP. How did people live in the past? STOP. Probably by being really STUPID. STOP. And not sending very many telegrams because they realized it was dumb. STOP. Oh my god why are you still reading this? Who actually can look at that without their eyes glazing over? That's so gross don't you have something better to do anyway?

revenge of the ballpit.

[ maybe you're in the basement, minding your own business. but if you pass by a certain door, at the right time, a ballpit ball comes RUSHING out, aiming directly for your face. and with it, a voice from within the room: ]

How dare you enter the realm of the ballpit queen?! Begone Peasant!

[ check it out? or go running the other way? ]

"It's a reference to his part in Ragnarök, actually. Earth ending in fire an' all that." That was the simplest summary, at least, and would probably suffice for the sake of this particular conversation.

"Dunno," he shrugs a little, "figured it was worth the ask." He grins again at the way the she speaks. "You're really in your element out here, aren't you?" It's a beautiful thing, seeing someone so at home and comfortable.

Her brow furrows, nose wrinkling as he mentions the end of the world. "I'm not worried about fire. Or Earth and it's end. There's a lot worse than Earth you can deal with."

Which the memories of were nearly enough to ruin her mood, except that she's not in Hell. She's free... freeish, but it's still not Hell.

If only because of moments like this.

She flops back on her back, staring up at the sky with a wide eyed look and a bright smile.

"I am. I grew up in the swamps, and I spent my life running around barefoot, learning about the plants and the frogs and ways of the water and the land. Before this place, before Wonderland, I lost it all but this place? It gives it all back," she sighs, content and happy with this place.

[One young man has been very earnest and diligent about setting up the camp site!

When the girl calls out to him, he is taken somewhat by surprise and blinks uncertainly.]

Ah... I do not mind sitting with you, Miss, but I also do not wish to disappoint you. Please know that I do not intend to shed tears for any ghost story!

[ The nice thing about being superhuman is superhuman speed. Jessica gets to use it for something other than zipping around the mansion for once, which is great! She didn't expect to use it to dodge a plastic ball, though.

She makes a face at it as it bounces to a stop, then she kneels down to pick it up. She's mature and smart, so she'll gladly return the ball. She does so by chucking it back into the room, a little harder than necessary. ]

Maybe it's my realm, too!

Yes! An endless void filled with nothing.

[ Janet has never thought about how, she just does. ]

It's what I was programmed to do. I get everyone what they need at any time.

[ But then she hears 'Hell' and she straightens up a little. ]

Did you meet the bad version of me? I apologize for her attitude and the various noises she makes with her body. We're not the same.

Stupid parks?! April, being in nature is one of the best things you can possibly do for yourself. Breathe in the fresh air and become one with Mother Earth.

[ She pauses. ]

I realize that sounded a lot like Chris, but just imagine Ron! Ron likes nature and he hates everything.

[ But she does sit. ]

And I'll have you know that I didn't cry because of a ghost story. I maintain, to this day and forever, that a raccoon pinched my butt.

Network; video

[ Leslie's been in Wonderland for three very crazy days, and she finally knows what she wants to say, and how she would like to introduce herself. She has a binder, a coffee with 42 sugars (give or take), and her device is set up to record. She smiles, hands clasped in front of her. ]

My fellow Wonderlandians,

My name is Leslie Knope and I'm from the amazing town of Pawnee, Indiana. In my life, I've been many places as I try to make my city and my state - nay, my country - great. And now I'm here, and at first, I thought I died in my sleep after my husband Ben forced me to eat cauliflower for dinner. Side note: cheese does not cover the taste of decaying foot in your mouth. He's a liar and I'm never trusting him again about anything ever.

[ Yes she will. ]

Now that I know we're all here together and various people have shouted at me about how I might die via anything from my evil mirror clone to, apparently, the building itself trying to kill me, I have one suggestion. When new people come to my town, we give them a basket filled with Sweetums cookies and candy, coupons for JJ's Diner, a map of the town with a list of everything to do in Pawnee, and a legal disclaimer warning people not to feed the raccoons. We're finally getting that one under control. That sounds nice, right? Welcoming? You know what happened ten seconds after arriving here?

[ Her pleasant smile drops and suddenly she's putting on a one-woman act. ]

Mirrors are EVIL! Things try to murder us every other day! THERE'S NO ESCAPE and you're stuck here foreeeeeeever plus you'll probably die or watch the people you care about die multiple times while you're stuck. But the closets are nice, you get free things! Welcome to Wonderland!

[ She lets out a breath, sitting back. ]

You see how that might come across as the worst way to welcome someone ever? Let's work on that, Wonderland. Feel free to reach out with any ideas on how to make coming to a world that should be impossible a little less traumatic.

[ She goes to end the feed, then pauses, still stretched out to press the 'stop' button. ]

Oh, and if anyone has seen a guy named Ben with a really cute butt, first of all stop looking, and second, please tell him his wife is here. Okay thanks, bye!

[ And then her video ends. ]

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