Test Drive Meme #1

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✦ TEST DRIVE MEME ✦

... And when my good dream came to an end, I woke up more than ready to bend ... Game Navigation

✦ Directions A few rules for the TDM: 1. Pick a prompt 2. Comment with your thread start, with your character name and fandom in the subject line. 3. Tag into other's threads. 4. Have fun! 5. And what happens on the TDM stays on the TDM (it's not taken in game). **If you have questions, ask the MODS ✦ PROMPT ONE – Déjà Vu This may not be the first time it has happened. You really wouldn’t have any way of knowing, would you? You’ve just been living your life as a citizen of the city you live in New York, the city, they say, that never sleeps. It’s a place you always wanted to live in, hearing about it as a child, and it sounded exciting to you. Or maybe it was the place you wanted to get to in order to become something more, something interesting, something that would bring you up in the world. You wanted to be there more than anything. But anyway, right now it sure seems like the first time it’s ever happened. You experienced a sudden flash, a rending of unreality from reality, the way a person would rend a piece of cloth in two, but this is the world, and you don’t know what to think at first. Because this isn’t your life. Except it totally is. You know it is, like you’ve never known anything. This is your memory and when you come out of it you know that was your life you were witnessing. This is known as the Event, and it will change everything for you. Those around you notice one thing about you during the time you’re experiencing this memory—you’re frozen, as if you’re frozen in time. And it’s catching. ✦ PROMPT TWO – Network Life before the Event and after are a study in contrast. Before, you thought you knew who you were and what you were doing here. Now, all of that is in turmoil. Especially after your encounter with the man from the Bureau. Now, you don’t really know whether to trust the man from the organization that came to talk to you. Something about him seemed...off. Something that was enough to, perhaps, even make you feel suspicious. But now you know...you are one of the Different. You feel like it, too. Members of the Different, the man from the Bureau told you, have their own special Network to communicate on. Will you post to it? Will you relate your memories to the others among the Different—or will you come up with something completely different to say? ✦ PROMPT THREE – Support Group There’s a generic spread of food on a table off to one side of the room: donuts and muffins, coffee and lemonade. Maybe you’re hungry enough to try it—it’s free after all. Or maybe you can’t stomach anything, given the event you’re attending. The space is a local rec center, reserved for the evening. The beige-painted cinder block walls and the fluorescent lighting are a terrible combination. The meeting was interesting—who knew there were so many people like you, receiving memories of a past life? The group was led by someone from The Bureau—the Department of Medical Services. Some people are staying in their chairs and chatting—they must know each other from previous meetings. Some of them are gravitating towards the food. How do you feel about tonight? Has it helped you come to terms with the dream of memories you’re having? Maybe it’s time to talk to others, get an understanding of their experience. ✦ PROMPT FOUR – Crime wave New York City has grown increasingly more safe over the last decade or two—statistics bear that out, as well as the experiences of the people who live here. But something seems to have suddenly broken in the hearts and minds of your fellow-citizens here in the last day, ever since the sun has come up. People are being incredibly opportunistic about carrying out their wildest dreams, or at least, as long as their wildest dreams include attacking people around them to try rob them or to kill them. The longer the day goes on, the more and more people seem unable to resist giving into their bases desires. Bank robberies are happening right and left. The strangest part of it all, though, is that anyone who is defied by their victim seems to snap out of some reverie they couldn’t control. That’s right, this whole crime wave seems to be some kind of brain sickness. Maybe this means the people around you need to be cured by having someone fight back. Or maybe it means you catch the sickness yourself, before you know it. ...Maybe it’s time to hide and ride the whole crime wave out somewhere where you won’t become collateral damage. ✦ PROMPT FIVE – Zombie Universe Bleed Over - the crack option (Third person log or First person Network response are both encouraged.) One week ago you were living an average life. You were trying to make New York City work for you, a place to call home. Were you in a rough patch? Were things just starting to pick up? Or was life swimming along as you expected? Today, you are running down the street with a lumbering hoard of the Undead ambling after you. They have caught the scent of your living brain and it is a tasty snack to them. You have a weapon in hand - a pipe? a crowbar? a bat? but there are too many behind you to take them all out before they get you. You’re only option is to run, find help. (Power mode – along with your memories you’ve started getting back powers, what if you tried them out against the zombies?) When you were told that different universes bleed over into this one, did you believe it? Do you believe it now? ✦ PROMPT SIX – Wildcard What are you doing around NYC?

... What dreams may come when we have shuffled off this mortal coil, must give us pause ...

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Comments

[neverjedi]

He starts to give Clint some more skating advice but then stops, skates in a neat t position that results in him being pretty solidly planted on the ice.

Because that is a really big question that he hadn't expected at all.

"I'm not sure I do, or have. Not that my head isn't reasonably together, just that I haven't really... done anything with the extra memories. They're there, and intrusive but I can ignore them, at least for now. What are you doing with them?"

[faucon]

A long breath in through his nose. He'd brought this up for a reason, so he doesn't let himself balk. Yes, it's crazy, but Ben's a futuristic knight in some other world. And Clint...

"I think I'm dead. My last memory was me falling off a building and trying to shoot some kind of hook. It didn't stick. I remember hitting the side of the building. I felt things break. I don't know what to do with that."

[neverjedi]

Well...

That's heavier than he was expecting.

He takes a minute to process, and then says, somewhat tentatively: "I suppose if these really are memories of former lives we'd all have to have died to have a new one. That doesn't make it less disturbing."

[faucon]

"No one's said if they remember dying yet. Maybe they're just keeping it to themselves, or maybe I'm just the lucky duck." Another, shorter sigh and he starts moving, skating again. "It felt like it was in real time when I was remembering it. But all the memories are like that now. Hey, have you met anyone from yours?"

[neverjedi]

"Feeling like you've died is not what I'd call lucky, by any standard." He moves with Clint enough to stay in range of being heard, but it feels awkward to him for that moment. "My only memory at this point is meeting someone I know casually. Only much, much, younger and in different context entirely."

[faucon]

"I never thought of that," he says, gaze wandering briefly as he mulls it over. "There was a guy in one of my memories, called--don't laugh--Captain America. It'd suck if I met him here and he was a dick."

[neverjedi]

"With a name like that...."

It would be particularly upsetting, or particularly appropriate right now. Which of the two, he's not elaborating. He does not know Clint that well.

"The person I know was a little kid in my memory. I know him as a mid-20s something guy I play chess with in the park. That was unsettling. More unsettling is that the memory came with emotion so now I feel like the kids... I don't know, guardian. I feel responsible for him. Except he's a twenty-something year old adult. No idea what to do with that one except ignore it."