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testdrive meme.

1. First Day At Falner
You have just arrived at Falner Estate, a sprawling, beautiful, 400-hectare co-located space between Britain, Germany, and the Philippines, and the main base of Netsach. The flora and fauna in the area gives both a sense of familiarity as it looks at first glance like things you’ll find on Earth, and a weird sense of otherworldliness. Given the size of the place, the Estate is less of a compound and more like a town unto itself. The older buildings within the estate are gothic in their construction, and clear throwbacks to 19th Century Europe. The newer facilities, however, sport cutting edge contemporary designs that were clearly inspired by Fourth World architecture and technology.

If you want a better idea on what can be found on the estate, you can refer to this link.


2. A Day On The Job
You are pushing papers at Methuselah, doing research at the Arcanum, or going out on patrol -- whatever it is that you're doing, it's just another day for you as a Hunter of the Vigil.


3. Let's Head Down to Haven
Find yourself itching for a night out on the town? Why not head over to Haven, the classy nightclub that looks like a large, monolithic black building with no visible windows from the outside and the name of the club emblazoned in bold, white letters on one side.

Haven is located in Makati City, and is open to the public (especially the local supernatural community), but you might want to prepare yourself to wait in line for a very, very long time – unless you’re a Hunter, of course.

Falner’s Maenad Division holds office on top of Haven, as does Ordo Daywalker. Some of Haven’s staff also live above the night club.


4. The Awakening
Want to tag out your character's origin story? Set the stage and let's see where things go.


5. Choose Your Own Adventure
If none of the suggested premises hit the mark, feel free to set things up and let's do a tag round.


Instructions for the Testdrive:
1. Specify your chosen scenario number on the subject line.
2. Should you wish to tag with a specific character already established within Waking the Dead, indicate who. The current list of available NPCs can be found over here.

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[artesana]

It's been a couple of days now. A couple of days and still none of this feels natural. The scary thing was that it already felt like home to a girl who hadn't had a home in over a year. She's wary of that feeling, because history dictates that nothing lasts forever and getting too comfortable is a dangerous idea. The Estate is hard to resist, though. Everything about it is so welcoming and inviting, she just wants to give in.

She resists the urge to give in, but just barely. Despite fearing the idea of a home that'll no doubt be gone from her in some time, she still relaxes. Maybe a vacation was a better way to look at this. A break from the normal. Something transient that she knew was meant to be enjoyed but also knew it wouldn't last. Yeah. That would help when it ended. There'd be no disappointment if you knew the end was coming.

That meant she could enjoy it, though, as well. She was wandering the estate daily, orienting herself with the vastness of it and learning how to get around. The North District had been on her 'to explore' list today, and when she got here she found a scene so serene she had to stop and let the art fill the rest of her day.

Art was like that for her. It wasn't just a thing she did. It was something that spilled over the pages to fill and consume her. It took all her being, and she was beginning to understand why that was.

She sat on the ground at the edge of the lake, knees pulled up and curled over the sketchbook on her lap. She worked with her lips curled over her teeth as she bit at her lips and worried them into a tight line to keep her focus. She was in this state when Anri's pebble cut across her field of vision. She blinked a few times, sitting up straight and looking around. Finally she took in the boy standing at the edge of the water. When had he gotten there? She was probably going to be a bad hunter...

"Hey!" She yelled at him. "I was drawing that." She sounded almost annoyed, but the act fell apart almost instantly as her posture relaxed and she laughed.

"Just kidding. Kind of. I was drawing that, but a pebble didn't ruin that." She spoke English decently, though with a strong Spanish accent.

"I'm Esperanza. I'm new here." In case the boy was an old hand at this.

[fumed]

The girl startles him with her scolding and he turns his head, sharply at first before looking at her with a sheepish gaze, pawing at his neck. Well shit, he didn't mean to mess anything up for her... For a few minutes he stares at her, fingers damp and curled into his palm as he observes her. Just a girl sitting by the lake's lush grass with some utensils for drawing and a pad of paper in her lap. Even with the annoyed look on her face, she still almost bore that peaceful kind of air he wished he could touch.

The anger, however, seems to end as quickly as it came from her, shifting into something amiable that makes his blood run warm again instead of cool with anxiety. The last thing he wants to do is cross someone the wrong way here. He's still new and enemies aren't something he wants to have to deal with on his first week in.

Playing nice was apart of the deal.

Picking his way slowly through the soft earth and stones by the lake's edge, he offers her a smile, turning it down to the ground quickly, as if to perhaps hide it.

Make friends, he tells himself. Like back home. Just... make friends.

"Anri," he says, worrying his lip briefly between his teeth as he stands before her spot and drops himself down unceremoniously. He's all limbs really, tall, but collapsible, his brown hair messy on his head and falling into his eyes. "I'm new here too so... we can be new together, yeah?" He draws his fingers together, rubbing them over his knuckles slowly. The Swedish accent of his is very light, but there. Both of them are out of their element, it seems, far from home no doubt.

"Esperanza's a mouthful."

He also slaughters the pronunciation. Sorry.