tramitem_meme | Test Drive Meme #1

✦ 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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"No, but my ego is secure enough to take a beating to stroke yours." He made his move immediately - also a pawn out - because they were going at it, at Anakin's pace, this time. "Just play, brat."

“Is that what we’re doing here?” Thoroughly amused, Anakin moved his next piece.

They did this, barely talking about their real lives. They new just enough about each other to banter over chess.

“I’d never turn down a good ego stroking.”

They didn't know much about one another, but he knew enough to be comfortable with the banter.

Sometimes, that was enough.

He kept moving, rapidly, just so Anakin could maintain the speed he worked best with.

"At your age I'd be concerned if you turned down a good stroking of any kind."

Anakin kept up with the speed, he took one of Obi-Wan's pawns. He liked this. This was easy to deal with. The person across from him was pleasant, presented a challenge for his mind, but there was nothing complicated, or anything that might trigger something from his crash.

"Why are you worried about my stroke life?" he said, tone good natured. "Should I be worried about yours?"

Yes, yes, they both knew ANakin was going to win. He made an aggressive move with a knight, anyway, because fast was the point but throwing the game was not.

"You're the one who brought up stroking, though no, my 'stroke' life is just fine, and thank you for your concern." He's not offended. He even stops and smirks at Anakin across the board.

"I brought up your ego," Anakin said. Taking another piece. "You brought up stroking."

"Prove it." He's still smirky and playing, finally taking one of Anakin's pieces.

"Next time I will be recording our conversation," Anakin warned. "I know I don't need your consent in this state."

"But do you know the laws concerning entrapment?" This was completely easy, play even. "Do you think you want a second round or coffee when you finish beating me?"

"Telling you in advance that I'm going to do the thing hardly counts as entrapment," Anakin snorted.

"No on the coffee, but I will take a rootbeer."

He blinks and briefly studies Anakin more intently for a moment.

"I don't care at all what you choose to drink, but tell me you are at least old enough to legally buy alcohol."

Anakin stopped, and looked up from the game. He was confused.

"Yes... Are you carding me for a rootbeer?"

"No. I'm carding you because if I'm bantering about stroking anything on someone under legal age at all, much less in a public park, I need to re-evaluate many things in my life."

"I'm twenty-six!" Anakin said, shocked. "I don't look that young."

Act that young? Okay, Obi-Wan would have a point.

"You asked for Rootbeer." Twenty-six was much better. "Your move. Make it before you lose it."

"Who doesn't like rootbeer? Tastes better than coffee."

He moved his piece, blocking Obi-Wan from positioning check him.

"Anyone over the age of nine, except you."

He studies the board and realizes - "Your game in four. Let's go find your drink, kid."

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