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SEPTEMBER/OCTOBER TEST DRIVE MEME
It's Chinese for 'Japan.'

Prompt A: Serious Event

A memory is displayed. It's yours, the most traumatic of your life whether it was a terrifying clown encounter or the death of someone you love. It's on a loop for everyone to see. You can enter the memory and take your own place, but no matter how hard you try, you cannot alter the outcome. You're forced to try in vain to change what happened or watch until you decide it's too much and walk away. If you can.

Prompt B: Lighter Event

Welcome to Storybrooke.

You've lived in a quiet town in Maine for as long as you can remember. You are a fishmonger or a diner employee, perhaps you work at the hospital. Whatever you do and whoever you are, it's not the real you. You are cursed and you know no other life outside of Storybrooke.

When the curse breaks (either from True Love's Kiss or, in a more TDM friendly, handwaved way), you have two sets of memories: who you were, and who you are. Do you choose to accept all that you were cursed to believe, or would you rather slip back into your old life? The choice is yours.

Prompt C: ediS rorriM

Use this prompt to test out your mirrors. Are they loyal to the new White Queen or do they think she's too good to be true? Do they long to cross over or spend their days tormenting reals? Whatever the scenario, know that the Queen is watching, and let that guide you - or not.

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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Creeping was not generally the term used to describe a wolf the size of a small bus rampaging through a snow storm. He had paused at the familiar scent, waiting as it came closer and into view.

There's flecks of blood on his muzzle which he's in the process of cleaning off against the flurries of snow.

"No mundies. Too cold. Too much snow. And not Sheriff here. I don't the two of us count as a a community in need of being kept in line."

Gren rolls his eyes, ad Bigby speaks. There's still a pretty strong part of him that wants to just block out everything that comes out of the wolf's mouth. It's the same part of him that wants to (usually unjustified) rant and rail at him, over things he has no power over - especially so here.

"Gee. That warms the fuckin' cockles of my heart," the sarcasm comes easy at least, he does, at least, note the blood. "Huh, so you ate shit running around Wonderland. Lemmie know if that fucks you over later."

Because he's a little curious. He hasn't hunted anything alive for centuries- but he's avoided the Wonderland wildlife on the off-chance they end up doing the usual insane shit Wonderland is renowned for.

Bigby sits himself down, one paw rubbing snow over his muzzle and then laying himself down. "Eh. Anything happens, I'll pull it out and wait until I heal up."

Because that's a perfectly viable option.

His ears flick as snow blows against them. "Why you out in this?"

"Lucky for some, I guess."

Near indestructible Bigby. Jesus, it was annoying. He considers telling the wolf to go fuck himself, that none of that is his business. But Holly asked him to try and be a little more civil, after the whole mess with Lily. She isn't here to see it, but he'll try all the same. His tone still is far from friendly, though.

"I got my reasons. Got people I want to check up on."

It isn't meant to be a rub in the face. It's just how Bigby is. He survives things that would kill most Fables, like being cut open, stuffed with stones, stitched up and thrown in a river.

"Fair enough." Who is Gren's business, not his. He won't ask. Hunting is a much safer topic. "If nothing I eat does anything weird, I'll tell you what animals were safe. Fairytale land, we might as well take the chance to enjoy the liberties."

Liberties like shucking glamours and shapeshifting.

He's pretty certain his friends would have concerns over him eating the wildlife, but it has been an ungodly amount of time since he's actually killed and eaten anything so freshly dead. Enjoyed the thrill of hunting.

"Yeah, people ain't so bothered about the whole Fable thing here. Once get get used to the Wonderland shtick, the rest is fuckin' easy. Helps the Storybooke guys already broke ground there."

They might. But the chance to indulge so incredibly rare for the inhuman Fables, especially those in the city.

"And there's not many people out and about. Too cold." Too much snow. And high winds. And conditions which may lead to mortal death.

The city has been stifling. As much as Gren doesn't like being separated from Holly, Wonderland has been wonderfully freeing in other regards.

"Yeah, well, you know humans. Mundy or otherwise, they ain't so good with the cold."

"Nope." Humans weren't really made for the cold like they were. Bigby remembers Carpathia, the way the humans sheltered inside around fire, trying to stave off the cold and the dark.

He sighs slightly. "I can breathe here. You must be enjoying the relative quiet."

"It's pretty fuckin' nice, yeah. Makes a change."

He doesn't need to be almost blind drunk every damn day to dull the noise = like he does in the city. Sure, the mansion can be noisy at times, full of lives, full of people making the noises people always make. But it's nothing, compared to New York.

Bigby's hearing is keen, but not the hypersensitivity of Gren's hearing. But he knows what a relief the air is, free of heavy metals and pollution and the stench of millions of humans and billions of animals crammed into too little space.

"Food's better, too."

Far better for them, the open spaces. It's not home, real home- but it's closer than most of them have had the opportunity to experience for quite a long time. He lets out a soft 'heh'.

"Not so bad at all. You get decent booze, too, in some of the bars."

"Colin'd love this place."

Being amongst people, drinking, smoking, just getting to be his usual, vaguely awful self. This place would be heaven to the pig.

"Our Wonderland was never like this though. Is this one more murderous, less murderous or just different murderous?"

"He'd spend his days freaking out all the mundies and wishing for a mountain of ciggies and booze from the closets. He'd be like... well, like a pig in shit."

People get used to talking horses and talking racoons and whatever. Colin would be easy.

"Different murderous. This place has Events, shit happens here based on the memories of people living here. So the murderous we have to deal with depends on who the fuck's memories its using this time."

"Yup. He'd love it here."

Colin was even fairly house trained, in that he mostly used ash trays for his smokes and put the bottle away when he was done, unless he passed out.

"Huh."

That was... probably not great with a pair of Fables on board. A pair of somewhat violent Fables who had been hunted.

"Are the memories edible?"

"I don't think so? Jesus, Bigby, 'are the memories edible?' what kinda batshit question is that?"

A sensible one, given their natures, but still.

"Nah. It's like... this place rebuilds an event that someone remembers. Changes it a bit, so that we all get to experience it, and then it's all fun and fuckin' games. Like there's a world with these fuckin' rats in it that can shoot this corrosive shit and suddenly the place is infested with them."

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