First Test Drive Meme

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First Test Drive Meme


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Welcome to the SoE TDM!

Due to the premise of the game, everyone on this testdrive must be the modern day reincarnation of the characters we all know and love. Please take a quick look at our navigation to familiarize yourself with the concept and setting of the game before you jump in.

Feel also free to check out the AU Relationship Plotting Post, the place where you can ask the mods any question, no matter how dumb they feel, and our call for more app, echo or co-mods.

When putting up a toplevel on the TDM, please link to your character's relationship plotting post comment if you have one for them. That way, other players can easily get an idea of what kind of character they will be tagging.

Other than that, you know the tdm drill - when commenting, please put your character's name and canon in the subject line, and write one or more threadstarters so others can tag you easily. Below, you'll find some prompts that you can use or discard at will to write those threadstarters.

1. This is now our wonderful everyday

Being people living in our regular, modern world, people need to work or study, eat and commute, shop and relax... Just that all those regular, normal tasks can hold unexpected difficulties if you were just sitting at the tills at Tesco's, and this noseless customer suddenly made you remember the day you lost your parents. Or maybe you were getting some exercise, and running down the street you developed superspeed and have no idea how to control it yet...

2. How many times will they have to tell you?

Twice a year, there are guided tours through the tunnels under the cliffs east of Mossgate. Those tunnels, dug into the chalk throughout centuries or perhaps millenia, were built without a general plan, so their layout is an absolute confusing mess. On top of that, there are cave-ins and unsafe areas. It is strictly advised to not stray from your group, as people have been harmed because they got lost in them before. But you just had to get distracted, or perhaps think that it would be more fun to explore on your own, and now you are lost without a blip of signal to call for help with...

3. Call my number, baby

Somehow you have the number of another Numbered, but don't know whose it is. Why? Perhaps a friend is trying to set you up on a blind date, perhaps you got a slip of paper just saying 'call this person' - for whatever reason, you have it, and deadly curious as you are, you of course write it down...

4. Fun, fun, FUN!

At Mossgate's seaside, a Victorian pleasure pier extends about 40 metres into the sea. The platform at the end of the pier holds fairground rides such as a merry-go-round, a small rollercoaster and a helter skelter and along the pier kiosks sell candy floss, rock candy, roasted nuts and other goodies. A small distance down the street, a minigolf site can be found and on the street along the coast there are fish and chips shops, family-friendly arcades and souvenir shops. Maybe you are actually here for the fun, or maybe you just work here or are trying to track down a wayward friend...

5. History is calling, can I hang up?

Mossgate has a rich history, visible through two museums, the Moss Army Fort, the ruins on the cliffs, and Moss Manor. Most of these can be visited. And two idiots with a boat can get to the crumbling Sea Forts, too....

6. Wildcard

The obligatory "do what you want, we're not your mum" option.

Comments

Akeldama | Parasol Protectorate

[italicised]

Alexander is a slender, floppish man in his mid sixties, with dyed blonde hair and an attention grabbing sense of fashion.

4

The sun is out, and so are Mossgate's inhabitants, not least one of it's more flamboyant sons. It's late enough in the morning that Alexander has been lured out by the promise of sun, surf and shirtless men. Protecting his pale skin from the sun with factor thirty and an oversized hat, he's taken occupancy of a well placed bench on the pier. He has a sketch book out, but it's really just an excuse: his main business here is people watching, and he's having a wonderful day of it so far, though the seat next to him is also welcomingly empty.

6

The Hive is Mossgate's premiere LGBT venue. Located in a prime position on the corner of the highstreet, the basement is a club, the ground floor a bar/cafe, and the first floor holds a rentable room for private parties and meetings. Matching it's bee theme, it's decked out in luxurious gold and rose gold, contrasted against gloss black. And the drones of this hive are the barmen and women, picked out specially for their beauty and fashion sense.

Like a true queen bee, Alexander can be found here most nights, since he lives on the top floor above the private rooms. Tonight he can be found in his favourite seat in the bar, attended to by a flurry of barmen and friends, but as always, anyone is free to join him (especially if they are pretty). The theme tonight is Eurovisions Past, and both club and bar are playing Eurovision favourites, although the bar has them on a much more reasonable volume.

Nanny Ogg | Discworld

[grainneog]

Nanny is in her 90s; a matriarch of one of the oldest families in Folkton. She isn't particularly mobile these days, and lives in Mossgate with her well meaning but harassed grandson.

1

Nanny has been dropped off in the OAP creche (aka the cafe in Tescos) while Shawn does the weekly shop. It might have made more sense for her to stay at home, but she likes the opportunity to get out and harass more people. She has her tea and cake, and is sitting in a prime position on the way out of the supermarket, quite happily talking to anyone who will pay her attention. And when no one will, she'll call out to those leaving the store.

"Oooh, dearie dearie me, you shouldn't have gone for those apples, luv. They won't last a week. Our Pat, she had them last month, and I warned her, but they were mouldy in days! If you want my advice, you'll take them back and ask for a refund!"

3

Godspeed whoever has this number. Somehow Nanny got it. And like all of her social media she is now spamming it with recycled minion memes, chain emails, and cat pictures. You know the ones. Good luck.

6

Shawn needs a break sometimes, and sometimes Nanny needs the company of those roughly her own age, which is why twice a week he ferries her out to the OAP lunch in the Folkton church hall. Here she can get her fill of gossip and a proper cooked lunch that isn't Shawn's cooking. She'll quite happily talk to anyone there, fellow oldies or the younger volunteers alike.

"And now our Rob's said that he won't marry her, which is exactly right in my opinion, especially after what she said about little Sue. Serves her right! And I don't mind telling you, that dress that she picked out wasn't exactly the cream of the bunch either. Now I don't hold it against anyone who doesn't wear white; I didn't myself, and that was rather a scandal, but bright blue! It'd clash horribly in the church, I said, and then she said that she wasn't going to get married here! And not even in the registry office in Mossgate either! Some fancy hotel she'd picked out, like we weren't good enough for her."

Stone of Indigo Cloud | Books of the Raksura

[scarsolderthanyou]

Sam Stone is a seventy-something retired widower, originally from America, who moved here to be with his wife's family a few decades ago. Most of them are gone now, though he has a couple adult kids if anyone ever wants to pick them up!

3.

Sam couldn't remember who had given him the number currently written on the napkin he found in his pocket, but he's bored, and honestly trying to be social these days, so he punches it into his phone. It doesn't look like a phone number, but you never know these days.

"Hello? This is Sam Stone, I had your number in my pocket."


4.

Sam is mostly people-watching, having found a bench overlooking the minigolf course. He's grinning, somewhere between amused and nostalgic, at a handful of teenagers on the course. Any familiar face coming up on his good side-- the side without the half-blind eye-- get beckoned over, an invitation to join him in the people-watching. He'll even hold over his carton of popcorn to share.

"Here by yourself, or am I keeping you from the rest of your party?" he asks amiably.