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MAY/JUNE TEST DRIVE MEME
Welcome to the EWAY TDM!





Prompt A: Serious Event

Hellhounds are coming for a visit! For the first day of the event, residents will hear crazy howling coming from the direction of the forest, but it's off in the distance. If anyone investigates, they won't be able to find the source of the howling.

On the morning of the second day, the hounds approach the mansion. They are invisible, only able to be seen by demons, but they can certainly be heard by their growls, snarls, and barking. They aren't the most delicate of beasts, so there will be plenty of broken furniture and doors as they charge around inside the Mansion.

Hellhounds take no prisoners. They attack viciously and woe betide those who end up in the same room as one. A death by hellhound is nasty and probably slightly traumatizing, if remembered. Here is what one would expect when a hellhound comes near.

There are defenses against them: lining plenty of salt along doorways and windows, or even standing in a circle of it can keep them at bay. They can also be blown to high heaven, if one can rig up a bomb big enough. Barring a door very well can also help, but hellhounds are strong and tenacious, so they'll eventually break it down. They just won't stop once they have someone's scent.

Prompt B: Lighter Event

This event is bringing movies to life! For each character, there will be one movie represented in the mansion in some way. This will most likely be either a setting change (where part of the setting just shows up on the grounds or inside), the sudden appearance of creatures or animals (because everyone needs velociraptors running around), or the general themes of the movie affecting the population (like some mysterious American Pie rooms on the second floor that make people want to lose their virginity before their high school graduation).

How do you decide which movie your character would bring to the mansion? Well, one of two ways. The first is that if your character is from a canon where they would have watched movies, then you would pick something that they have seen. Movies that only exist in their canon are 100% okay to inflict on the mansion. The second is that if your character is from the past/a mystical magical movieless land/just doesn't care about movies, then you're free to pick any movie you want to add to the mix. Movies that they have seen in the mansion are also okay to use, if you would prefer.

For the characters who are film buffs, big fans of a movie, or just plain watch too many movies, this event will go one step further. These characters will think that they are actually a part of whatever movie the mansion brought to the event on their behalf. They will take on one of the character roles from this movie and thoroughly believe that they are really this character. Being plucked out of their movie will not phase them too much – they will be trying to stick to the general plot of their movie as much as possible. They will gain or lose abilities based on who they think they are (someone from Star Wars might be able to use a lightsaber, but if they were a wizard before they wouldn't be able to use their wand for this event), and their personality will change accordingly, but there will still be traces of who they really are underneath. Little details that don't quite match, like certain phobias or their annoying habit of whistling too much. Of course, their friends who don't have any interest at all in movies will be thoroughly confused and probably try to snap them out of their craziness, but that most likely won't be easy. They're busy! They have to go blow up the Death Star! Or find their son Nemo! Or stop the aliens from stealing all their women and gold!

Prompt C: ediS rorriM

The mirror side is Queen-less. Or so it appears. How do the mirrors cope with this new turn events, what do they do? What does it mean to be a mirror? Feel free to have your mirrors contemplate it together, or reach out to their real counterparts by writing on mirrors to communicate.

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 ONE (1) TDM thread may be used as an application sample. Minimum 5 sentences. ♥ TDM threads do not count for AC. ♥ The next TDM will be for July/August ♥ Have fun!



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john young | ota

[damnable]

Prompt A

John Young is not used to supernatural beasts. He fights monsters, but they tend to be very human in nature. Ultra. All part of the organization meant to capture, depower, or kill Tomorrow People. Abruptly, he shows up beside someone when they are in danger of being bitten into by the hellhound. It's impossible to see them, but John can feel them telepathically.

There's a rush of air and light before suddenly, John has teleported them both to another room. John doesn't fill in the gaps but moves to the nearest closet, pulling out a tin of salt.

"Didn't have any time to warn you," he says, and normally, he wouldn't use his powers so openly, but he also can't let people get hurt or killed. He's heard the screams of someone dying from one of those things, being ripped apart by claws and teeth- It's- He couldn't do anything to help. "The salt keeps them out. Don't know why, but it does."

It's just what he's seen from someone who clearly knows more than he does about hellhounds. He never even believed in hell before, but apparently, it's actually a thing in some worlds.

Prompt D

John is trying to get back to New York City, back to the Lair. He is responsible for everyone living in it. He is the reason they are there, and he lied to them- he has lied to them for some time. They don't know it, and they won't ever know it (he's too afraid of how they'll react if they had any idea of what he can do, what he is, how he's not like them. how he has been lying to them about the man who could save them). So he tries to get back via teleportation over and over again throughout Wonderland in his first couple of weeks there despite the fact it gets exhausting, painful even.

It doesn't end up well, of course, because John Young is not stronger than Wonderland, and Wonderland wants him here.

Abruptly, he shows up in this light and sound swirl while another individual is just going on about their life: eating, changing, reading, anything at all. He shows up there, and he immediately looks around, letting out a low, pained hiss.

He grips to the wall with one hand, trying to catch his breath. There's been a lot of teleporting, okay?

"...sorry."

A

[honeybadgered]

Gabby scowls. Normally she'd be all about teleportation and how cool it is, but right now, she's mostly annoyed. He didn't have time to warn her or ask if she wanted to be save, and she didn't.

"I was this close to making friends with him!" She holds up her finger and thumb about an inch apart. "He liked me!"

He'd only bitten her, like, five times. They were bonding.

[damnable]

John lifts his eyebrows at the scowl, staring, glancing around as if trying to put the pieces together. This is not usually how people react when they're being pulled from the jaws of invisible death. They're usually a little grateful like even the slightest bit. He's not really a hero though so it's not like he's used to doing this.

He's had to hide his powers from random people for a long time.

"...he definitely liked trying to eat you."

But she doesn't seem the least bit afraid, which means he is guessing she has reason not to be.

"But he couldn't." Eat her, that is.

d }

[captain_marvel]

Carol, currently, is working her way through an old school Earth pizza, sitting cross-legged on the edge of her Kree-style bed. It's an odd dissonance of human casual and alien design that would throw anyone for a loop. She honestly looks more confused than anything that John is there, but he also isn't looking great on his feet.

So she picks up the box and holds it out to him.

"You look like you could use some pizza."

Ahsoka Tano | Star Wars

[youngone]

Prompt A

[Ahsoka is standing very still in the middle of the room, her eyes closed.

It probably seems entirely too tempting the the hellhound. There's no salt around her, no protection, nothing except the two metal rods she holds in her hands.

Then, without warning, she spins, eyes still shut, and slices the invisible hellhound just as it gets into range, filling the air with the smell of charred meat and fur. Her sight can be deceptive, but the Force? Never lies.

She waits another moment until she's sure the coast is clear. Then she turns to look around.]

You all right?

Network

Does the name 'Skywalker' mean anything to anyone? I'm looking for someone.

network

[democratically]

Would you happen to mean Anakin Skywalker?

Conan Edogawa | Detective Conan

[spoilsfun]

Prompt B:
Out in the garden a dense fog is rolling in, making it impossible to see anything more than a few feet away. Barely visible pathways shift to narrow cobblestone streets, lit only by gas lanterns dimly seen through the thick pea souper fog.

And down the street is coming one Conan Edogawa, currently believing himself to be Holmes' apprentice.

Welcome to Sherlock Holmes' London.

Prompt D:
Conan was no stranger to suddenly waking up to find himself somewhere he didn't recognize. He'd been kidnapped far more than his fair share of times.

But usually when that happened he'd found himself in a warehouse or abandoned house (or in one particularly memorable incident, in a secret compartment concealed underneath a hearse). Waking up in a really quite comfortable bed with no clues nearby on how he had ended up here? Now that was a mystery worth investigating.

Upon discovering that the door was unlocked, he heads out into the mansion in search of answers.

B!

[teamfun]

Louis loved movies once upon a time- back when they actually had movies. He's watched a few in Wonderland, too- but his fondest memories are of the old world- hanging out with friends and watching adventures light up on the silver screen. Luckily, the very fact those are old memories now have saved him from being completely sucked into this mess.

As such, as events go, this one isn't god awful- something that makes it stand out for sure. His own little part to play is a musical, naturally. A such a little swelling orchestra occasionally appears as his soundtrack, to whatever he's doing. It's weird, but he can live with it. It's not trying to kill him for a change.

He wanders into the fog, and a touch of worry creeps in- just in case he was wrong and this was trying to kill him. But then he sees a kid and relaxes, smiling and giving a wave.

"Uh, hi? It suddenly got super Victorian here, huh?"

Spock | AOS

[narrowly]

Prompt A

[During his service on the Enterprise, Spock has had to face many unusual creatures. These hellhounds may be familiar, but Starfleet teaches you to learn quickly. Though what he learns about these particular creatures makes him very skeptical indeed. And he is not afraid to voice that to whomever may be close by]

I fail to understand how salt is a deterrent against attack.

Prompt C

[This Spock is distinct from his other counterpart mainly by the goatee he wears]

In the absence of the queen, logic would dictate we find a suitable leader for replacement. However, I am uncertain how receptive the others on this side will be to logic.

Prompt D

[IDK go point and stare at this weirdo with the pointy ears as he wanders around]

A

[bibliocorn]

[Sunburst hates the events where everything goes to hell - even more so when it's almost literal. He's been doing his best to pile stuff up by the doors in the hopes it will do anything. He's also levitating a salt cellar around and being quite liberal with the application thereof. He glances over at Spock and gives a shrug- he doesn't get it either.]

I believe it's an Earth concept. Something about purity?

c }

[captain_marvel]

It's not just the ones on this side that I'm worried about. I don't think the natives are particularly fond of that either.

[This is Wonderland, after all. Logic is generally frowned upon.]

D

[failed_astrophysics]

[Pike's headed back toward his room after a visit to the kitchens, carrying a cheeseburger with a side of habenero sauce. What can he say, since he's been here, he's developed a fondness for one of Una's favorites. He almost drops said cheesebuger, when he notices someone else in a uniform similar to his own.

It gets worse when he notices the ears, but there's something different about the person he almost sure is Spock.]

Excuse me?

kamala khan | marvel comics

[morphogenia]

Prompt A.

Kamala Khan does not know how to fight magical stuff you can't punch in the face. Obviously she can't see their faces so you can imagine where this is going. Kamala's introduction to the mansion's latest event leaves her running for her life and screaming about how the hounds are being very bad boys. Nothing seems to be getting through to them.

Lucky for Kamala, she happens to run towards an area sealed off by salt by mistake. She stumbles over the threshold without messing with the salt. The only sign she's safe is the sound of something hitting the barrier hard. The teen sighs in relief once she catches on to what is happening. "Whoever put the magical salt on the ground is my new best friend." She declares to whoever is in the room as she catches her breath. Clearly she needs to find a way to fight these guys, but give her five minutes.

Prompt B.

Kamala, like any good member of the Marvel family, is a huge fan of Star Wars. (Yes, she can call it that thanks to her parent company!) Sadly there are no Star Wars references so far. Other people's favorite movies are springing up around her. She's having a fun time picking out what they are... until she gets sucked into one. (It's sadly not Star Wars!) One second she's dodging little monsters with spears from Sleeping Beauty and the next she finds herself in a room with a spinning wheel. A lot like Aurora, she's mesmerized by it. Someone may want to stop her before she touches the needle.

Network.

Okay it's survey time! Who knows the Avengers/X-Men/Champions/Fantastic Four/Insert-Superhero-Group here???

If you do, who are your top three heroes? I'm all about Captain Marvel, Captain America, and Iron Man. Yes, Captain Marvel is always first. No, I will not take any criticism on my taste in superheroes because your fave shoots people in the face and that's ~cool and realistic~. Princess Sparklefist is everything we deserve in a superhero and more.

B

[teamfun]

Captain America? Do you mean Steve? I mean, he's pretty awesome. He helped out when all the dog alien things attacked and I guess Juliet likes him?

Is Iron Man a man actually made out of iron? Or does he just do a lot of laundry?

[honeybadgered]

omg yes captain marvel is super cool!!!!

did you know she used to be an x-man? she's not even a mutant!

anyway i like wolverine best but i'm biased cause she's my sister

network }

[captain_marvel]

Princess Sparklefist?

[That is not one that Carol has heard before. Captain Marvel might be her? Fury never gave her an official name to her face, but he was trying to nudge her towards it a little a long time ago.

Though the name "Carol Danvers" is there to identify her as she responds.]

Can't say I've heard that one before.

October Daye | October Daye

[errantdetective]

Action (cw blood)

"Oak and Ash, do I miss Danny."

Considering how much he loves the Barhests, she's willing to bet he'd be charmed by these giant murder doggies as well. Besides, he's massive and basically made of stone, and that's always nice to have in a fight.

As it is? It's just her, a silver knife that feels way too small for the task at hand, and some salt. It's so much fun when your main defense against a creature depends on the wind not blowing too hard.

She's sitting in the circle of salt for now, but it's not a good long term plan. She knows the creatures are invisible and very, very murdery. She knows that her knife is not enough to really hurt them.

She needs to know more before she can really work anything out. And for her, that always means one thing: she needs blood.

She straightens in the circle, grabs her salt shaker and draws her knife.

"Tybalt is killing me if he ever finds out about this."

Or more likely he's just going to give her a sad and resigned look, which is worse. She takes a breath, and steps out of the circle.

The reaction is immediate and bloody. The nearest hellhound bears down on her and clamps its jaw around her shoulder. Toby screams. Yes, she'll probably be fine, but that doesn't mean it doesn't hurt.

But oh, her plan is working. Beneath the smell of her own blood, as familiar to her as air, there's another sharper, darker scent. Her knife has blood on it now, bright red against the silver. She wrenches back into the circle, leaving far too much of her flesh behind, but now she has what she needs.

She grits her teeth, glaring at the bloody knife. "This better be worth it."

Voice

[Toby's been here for just long enough to get the basics, but it doesn't all fully add up to her. Time to actually talk to the people who might know more.]

Uh, hey. Newbie here with a question. Who has experience with the Mirrors?

I've heard people calling them evil doubles, but what does that mean? It just seems a little too simplistic.

If you've had experiences with Mirrors, positive or negative, I'd love to hear about them. Just trying to get a better idea about what we're up against.

action

[blindfoster]

Quentin, after a very unpleasant close call earlier, has realized that there are invisible things with teeth, and that's, you know, awesome. The teenage Daoine Sidhe has a personal policy of not having his throat torn out by things with teeth, visible or not, so he's doing his best to hold to that. His best, at current, involves a Don't-Look-Here spell that he's helping along by creeping as quietly as possible. He has a sword, and he's been paying attention in his lessons, but fighting things he can't see, not knowing how many there are, knowing very certainly that they want to eat him, well, it isn't exactly his first choice strategy.

Then he hears a scream, and shortly thereafter he smells blood. His first thought, which turns out to be sadly and completely accurate is Toby.

He hurries in the direction of the scream, and sure enough, yup, there's his knight. Bleeding profusely. Root and branch. He wishes he could be surprised. Quentin considers, listening to the snarling, and skirts his way around the perimeter as quietly as possible. Realizing that he's probably risking a stabbing but deciding it's better than being bitten by a hellhound, Quentin is hopping himself right into Toby's little salt circle before he lets his spell dissolve and pipes up, suddenly a great deal more noticeable than he had been just a moment before "Please tell me you have a plan beyond feeding yourself to the evil ghost dogs."

Action

[pennyroyals]

Tybalt is not enjoying himself. Whatever manner of... place... this is, it is not playing by the rules that it should. And while he and his may, occasionally, be above certain rules, that is different. Cats are an exception. Places should be more accommodating. Whatever manner of realm this is, there has been no King or Queen of Cats here for a long time, if ever, given that reaching for the shadow roads gives him only resistance. He'd coax them open eventually, but it would take time. And effort.

But everything changes all at once when he hears a dishearteningly familiar scream. The scream of the most infuriating woman he has ever known and loved, the one that usually heralds the arrival of worrying amounts of blood. Motivation is a funny thing, and Tybalt suddenly has a great deal of it. It's not elegant, and it exhausts almost everything he has in him, but he forces the shadows to obey and open for the shortest of short stretches.

But it's long enough.

Toby will find herself more or less grabbed by a pair of hands from the conveniently nearest shadows. Tybalt spares only a moment to murmur, "Take a breath, little fish," before he pulls her into the cold and the dark. The trip is a short one, however, spilling them out exactly where he had started in a matter of only a few seconds. But that is the longest and farthest he can hold the road, which may explain why he's trying not to double over panting when they emerge. Give him a second, October, and he will get into a proper scolding for feeding yourself to the bad dogs.

dib | invader zim | OTA

[bigheaded]

Prompt A:

He'd attracted the hell-hounds' attention on purpose. It was to figure out what they were! It isn't every day you see an invisible demon dog. (Mostly because they're invisible, which makes them hard to see.)

He discovered that salt repels them by accident, as he was running screaming through the kitchen and knocked a tin of it off the shelf with an elbow.

He put the salt-water demon-repelling super-soaker together on purpose. One part salt, five parts water, an extra tank on the back for good measure, and two canisters of salt strapped to his belt, Dib is ready to put down some demon dogs and rescue anyone who needs rescuing. This twelve-year-old kid is darting around the mansion like he thinks he's a secret agent, listening carefully for sounds of furniture being violently broken. Maybe he rescues you! Dib is so prepared, you guys.

Too bad he's still allergic to dogs, even when they're from hell.

--

Or maybe you find him after a hole's been ripped in the water tank, covering his pants with saline solution, out of salt and out of water and out of time. A few yards away, a table is creaking under the weight of an invisible dog.

His last salt canister is in one hand, in a death-grip. Out of desperation, Dib turns it upside-down and shakes it over his left hand. A few sad grains spill out onto his palm.

"Oh, no."

He begins to back fearfully away from the table and talk to himself.

"Alright, Dib, think. I'm out of salt, out of water, and there's an embarrassing stain on my pants that isn't what it looks like, but I still have my intelligence. I'm a paranormal investigator. What kind of paranormal investigator can't handle a couple of invisible monster dogs?"

He sneezes.

Prompt D:

A twelve-year-old boy in a very silly black coat that he clearly thinks makes him look cooler than it does is hanging out behind the mansion where the garbage chutes empty. He's crouched in front of the pile of trash, which is very stinky and will undoubtedly make Dib stink for the next several hours, staring at it intently. Why is this kid watching the trash? What could he possibly be waiting for? He's been here a while...

D

[krmvgivv]

Dipper thinks the coat is pretty cool, honestly, but considering Dipper's own choices in fashion, that should not be reassuring. What is less cool is the child squatting in front of garbage. Dipper approaches slowly, stopping a few paces away to wave awkawrdly.

"Uh, hey, did you lose something?"

A

[singloversing]

This would be a great time for someone to come save Dib, probably. It would presumably be really, really good if someone just burst in with a supply of salt and rescued him.

Unfortunately, that is not what is happening. No one is coming at all.

However as Dib backs away, he might notice there is actually a shoe poking our from under the tablecloth - one that may or may not be attached to someone hiding underneath it.

(Wirt, meanwhile, is pretty sure he's a goner. Every time the table creaks above him and the hell hound growls another ten years comes off his lifespan. This is it. He's done for. He's completely done for.)

A

[holyshihtzu]

Since the Snap, Juliet takes the events much more seriously. She's over messing around, and it's been a long time since her hands shook when she held a gun. But that doesn't mean she doesn't look a little ridiculous, a tiny blonde weighted down with a tactical belt, too many guns, and a grenade in hand when she hears a sneeze and sprints towards the sound, just in time to grab the kid's shoulder and launch the grenade at the creaking table.

"Time to go," she tells him, pulling him through the doorway and covering him just as the grenade goes off. An explosion of splintered wood and (hopefully) bits of invisible dog fly through the doorway, just a few feet away from them, and once it's settled, Juliet flashes him a cheerful smile.

"Intelligence is great, but sometimes you just need something that explodes." She offers her hand. "I'm Juliet."

D

[ofamind]

How long has he been there? And how long has this girl been standing there watching him? It's probably a little creepy; she's completely expressionless, just staring at him without so much as a hello to announce her presence. When she finally does speak up, that too is an utterly bland deadpan.

"This is garbage."

Is that snark?????? God only knows.

D

[teamfun]

Louis is pretty used to weirdos in Wonderland. The place has a habit of finding the craziest of people and bringing them here. Square pegs in square holes, and all that. He's not exceptionally surprised to see some new kid staring intently at the trash, but it is enough to pique his curiosity. He wanders over, hands in his pockets.

"Sooooo. You waiting for something to jump out of there?" he asks. "Or are you pretending you're shooting some kind of Hot Topic commercial? I could believe either one, honestly."