wakingthedead | testdrive | welcome to the new age.

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testdrive | welcome to the new age.

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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A. First day is worst day

So after a whole lot of Crap We Are Not Talking About™ (read, running into Rivers Hunters after carefully hiding for the better part of her 18 years and blowing her cover because being a God Damn Hero apparently runs in the family), Max finds herself unceremoniously kicked out of a car in front of Falner. The fact she tried to punch the driver and steer the car away might have had something to do with his rudeness, of course. She just sits for a moment there, glaring at the world like a little spoiled brat, which she kind of is at the moment. It passes though, and she stands up and pats off the dust out of her dirty, old, nondescript clothes. The only thing of value on her person is the ring on her right middle finger, made of some metal you just don't normally dig out (her father's ring, who he got from his father, and the father of his father, and you know where that legacy crap goes).

The other valuable thing is the giant mystical tattoo thing on her back, but her beaten up leather jacket covers what her top doesn't, so prying eyes will be disappointed. Not that she thinks many people besides her can read it. Stupid legacy crap.

She has no backpack, whatever money she had with her at the moment and a random stolen cellphone she had taken before all the shit hit the fan, and now she was in front of some fancy schmancy mansion. Well, she's there already. Better check if she can make herself with some of the fine silver before they kick her out again.

B. Random shenanigans are love

The dude's name was something something Rivers. He knew her dad (or was it her dad's dad?) and apparently the old man had been something of a big shot, a pain in the ass and one of the odd Rivers to pick up his shit and walk away from The Vigil; all in all it seemed like her almost dried out river was held in both admiration and contempt, and somehow it was her job to put make amends for them.

Screw that, Max had tried to say, but the Rivers dude (they were all Rivers dudes in the end, anyway) had put a heavy stack of papers on her arms and pushed her down a hall, because she obviously had nothing better to do. She was supposed to be a student, not his damn secretary. The pile was already dangerously inclined to the left by the time she realized she had no idea of where she was going, and when she tried to stop someone to ask for directions, the whole thing came crashing down; the woman she had tried to stop was nowhere to be seen. Classic.

"Fuck fuck fuck." The litany of low key cussing carried on as she knelt down, trying to make sense of the files spread all over the floor. She was this close to call it quits and leave it all there. Fuck that Rivers dude.

C. Haven! Booze!

Half an hour after sitting by the bar, Max has finally managed to get a bottle of tequila all for herself. It's been quite a day and she wants to get dead drunk and be done with it. It's a pretty expensive bottle too, courtesy of the drunk mage with the poorly concealed wallet. You would expect more from someone who can mess with the basic laws of nature, but nope.

So Max is simple going to slouch over the bar and make shots in silence, wishing nobody notices her until she's at least halfway through the bottle.

As if, of course.

[ There's a little girl about the age of eight dressed in the regulation Balamb Academy uniform coming to a stop some five feet from where those papers have scattered all over. She's staring down blankly at one of the pages that's caught on the tip of her boots and she stiffly bends from the waist to pick it up.

She'll come on over now and hold it wordlessly in your face, Max.

Please take it. It looks important. ]

[ Max, on the other hand, has vandalized her uniform to the point she might as well be wearing civvies. You can tell it's the Balamb uniform though, so there's that right?

She looks up, and boy she did not expect to see a tiny sprout of a person giving her one of the files. All her sour mood falls off her face as she tries to regain her cool. Gotta be cool in front of the little people. ]

You can leave that one there, this is going to take some time.

[ Seriously, these things aren't even dated.

Oh but the sprout is still there. ]

You lost, tiny?

[ There's a pinched look on her face as she blinks back at the question. The estate is large, yes, but the castle she used to live in was larger. She does not comprehend this... "lost".

She's going to keep holding out that paper, by the way. ]

[ Aw man, she never really learned to talk with the small and silent.

Max is going to pick that paper now by the way...and settle it next to her, as if indicating that yes, she has a system, of course. Pshh come on. ]

Thanks? Got a name, tiny? Or it's Tiny and I totally guessed it right?

[ Max stop talking. ]

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[ Why must the Big People insist on speaking so much???

No, she has no idea that her lips are pursing just a little.

Yes, she is wondering if she can just... go.

And then the thought occurs to her that she must at least attempt to be a shadow of her King's other daughters. She is not one of the Fair Ones, but she can be polite. ]

My name is Lyall, ma'am.

[ You might have to strain a little to hear her. She's not good with this conversation... thing. ]

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[ She's used to whisperers, which at least lets her hear Lyall with moderate ease.

Little girl, little voice. It matches. ]

Lyall huh? Pretty. I'm Max.

[ Actually it's Maxim never mind. ]

Pass me another one?

[ Might as well find her something to do. ]

[ That pinched expression lingers a little longer than intended and then she's mumbling something that sounds like "helloitisapleasuretomeetyou" like she's following some unspoken rule of etiquette.

She's just going to start picking up the other papers now -- starting with the ones that look like the wind might take them. ]

[ Whoa, she did something. ]

You okay Tiny? [ She already forgot her name, sorry not sorry. ]

No need to help if you'd rather go out and play. [ She notices the uniform a moment too late. ] Unless you have classes.

[ She's... actually not paying attention. It happens. Mostly because there are so many papers and she feels more useful like this.

Talking, again, is not her strong suit. ]

[ Max is going to stare at Lyall doing her thing for a solid three minutes, not saying a word.

Then she grabs a paper, makes a paper plane (that's an important file, Max!) and throws it at Lyall.

Y e p ]

[ She feels the tip of the paper plane connect with her back--

--and she's immediately looking over with that pinched look again.

Breathe, little one. You have seen planes like that. Your King's youngest daughter's brother, Roy, showed her how to make one once, when she was brought to visit the Lopez home in West District. ]

[ Max is staring at her shamelessly. Yeah, she doesn't believe in having a soft touch. ]

Throw it back?

[ Yes? No? Is she going to try to claw her eyes off? Max is getting some weird vibes from Lyall. ]

Max Rivers - Open Beautiful Trainwrecks

B. Have a babbu '^'

Oh no cutie *^*

ALL THE AWK

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gosh darn cuteness

ahahahaha NEVER SAY THAT TO HER FACE oh welp wait-- you kind of did

oo-oops!?!

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RIGHT B while i figure out A somehow...

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Oh no cutie ^