TEST DRIVE MEME

[dr_conscience]

oh snap! it's a...
test drive meme

Have a whole bunch of stray muses kicking around? Ever wondered about how one (or more!) of them would play out here at poly_chromatic? Well, wonder no more! Welcome to the test drive meme! Here's how this is gonna roll.

• Start a thread with your test drive character! You know the drill, just mark the character's name and canon in the comment subject, and/or...



• Tag around to other people's threads! Play it like your character has just arrived in the City, as if you've already met, or...



• Pick from the list below - or use an RNG if you prefer - to hit a character with one of the City's curses! Is one character cursed? Both? Are they cursed with the same or different curses? That's all up to you!
  
  
  1. Did It Hurt When You Fell From Heaven? Whether they're suave, awkward, good, or just plain horrible, citizens find themselves unable to stop speaking in the language of pickup lines.
  
  
  
  2. Average Joe Day Those in the City with supernatural skills or powers, suddenly find themselves quite normal.
  
  
  
  3. My Dirty Little Secret The one thing a character never wanted anyone to know is the one thing they feel compelled to talk about all day.
  
  
  
  4. 5 7 5 Citizens will find themselves speaking only in the 5-7-5 syllable format.
  
  
  
  5. Caffeinated Day All affected citizens will find that any liquid they drink has much more caffeine than usual.
  
  
  
  6. It’s a Boat, it’s a Bug, it’s Ours Citizens realize they’ve given birth to a child, regardless of their sex - only the child is an object, which they treat as if they were their own flesh and blood.
  
  
  
  7. Sing and Shout! Citizens burst into song of pop, rock, opera, or musical caliber.
  
  
  
  8. Handcuff Day Citizens wake up to find themselves handcuffed together, and no key nor force will unlock that lock!
  
  
  
  9. Truth or Dare Affected citizens are compelled to play every preteen girl's favorite slumber party game for a day.
  
  
  
  10. [Not] Awesome Powers Today, affected citizens have...new powers! ...Amazingly useless ones.



• Or just roll however you want in the game environment. Don't sweat the details, let loose, have fun - and enable, enable, enable!
  

Comments

[bratwurstcalling]

[Dave does the most important and intelligent thing he could possible do in that very moment: Not answer.

He glances behind him briefly at the Wig Monster, who in his head he has named Ludwig, and cringes, then turns back to John, who he must admit looks like he's about to shout 'Yippee Kiyay Motherfucker' while the entire building bursts into flames. Maybe an eagle would fly by. ]

So this never happened. Got that?

[dies_at_the_end]

[That's the one thing they can agree on here. Well, that and John would probably agree that Ludwig is an appropriate name for a wig monster, though he kinda thinks this looks more like a girl wig monster than a boy. Wait, where were they again?

John nods.]

If you ever tell this story while you're drunk I'll light you on fire.

[It's not a threat. He says it with gentle, reassuring tone. The way you'd tell someone you'll look after their sister if you die horribly. The way you'd comfort someone after watching their loved ones explode. John has a lot of experience with shit like that. Yippee Kiyay, Dave.

It's what he'd want for himself.]

[bratwurstcalling]

[Dave understands. And he's glad. This can never get out or be repeated every again. He responds with a nod and a look that basically says You too, bro.]

Can we... you know. Get rid of it now?

[dies_at_the_end]

[If this isn't bromance, nothing is.]

Sure, but I dunno how we're gonna do it. Sorta too bad Marconi's not here.

[John doesn't have his lighter, or a ghetto blaster, or even a guitar. He's kind of at a loss for an effective disposal method.]

[bratwurstcalling]

[The saddest part is, young Ludwig here is just gently cooing to himself and causing no one harm. Poor thing.]

People find babies in dumpsters all the time... why couldn't we just... you know. Dispose of it that way.

[dies_at_the_end]

[John's not actually sure what the worst part of this situation is: the fact that they can hear that thing, the fact that no one else can hear that thing, or the fact that hearing a baby wig-monster shrieking like that doesn't even begin to register as abnormal to them.]

Doesn't bother me, dude, but do you seriously think it's gonna stay in a Dumpster?

[bratwurstcalling]

[Don't think about it too hard, you'll have an aneurysm. Dave winces at the sound, considering just smothering it with a pillow or something. As if that would work.]

You're probably right... maybe we should burn it.

[dies_at_the_end]

Remind me never to leave the house without my flamethrower again.

[Can't they just... you know, leave it? It's not like it's a real baby, so it wouldn't be cruel, and it's not like it's visible to anyone who hasn't been on the Sauce, so what's the harm?]

Besides don't they usually make cribs and shit flame retardant?

[bratwurstcalling]

Probably... ugh.

[He eyes it again, then shrugs.]

Okay, let's just go to get food or something.

[dies_at_the_end]

You're buying.

[Bye, Ludwig. Sorry.]