theamusement | TEST DRIVE MEME -- SEPTEMBER

TEST DRIVE MEME
Interested in joining Terminal Tokyo? Well, before you apply feel free to testdrive any character you're interested in playing here! This is a good way to see how your character will work in the environment or even the potential CR.

For the sake of this meme you are allowed to choose your own partners but it will not count as game canon. Nothing that happens here will, it's just for practice!

That said we've decided to give you a bit of what you will see if you join the game. Keep in mind once a month we'll put up sets of missions your characters can join for bit, which is what some of these are! Others are mini-events. So here we go:

MINI-EVENTS
1) IT'S A FILM NOIR, SEE?!: Why's the whole world in black-and-white? Why are you wearing 20's outfits? Why is there dramatic music, the urge to get a pack of smokes, and seedy looking detectives everywhere?! Watch out, everyone, the gangsters are about...and the internal monologue.
2) BATTLE MUSIC: One of the shifts causes music to follow your character around for a maximum of two days. Are they upset? Rocking out? Whatever they're doing we hope they're enjoying their new battle theme!
3) ROCK PAPER SCISSORS--DUCK!: Sometimes the most juvenile of games becomes the most perfect way to relax. Why not enjoy a few rounds of everyone's favorite game "Rock Paper Scissors"? Just be careful. It seems a fewDracmon have decided to take this game quite literally and won't stop until you have beaten them at their own game. Just...beware of falling rocks, flying paper cranes, and sniping scissors...

MISSIONS
1) BABYSITTER ANYONE?: 300 BIT Petermon’s a jerk. He’s used his abilities to brainwash some baby Digimon into causing havoc around the city! Stop them from wrecking everything, again, but don’t hurt them too bad!
2) MON-DO EXPLORATION: 500 BIT A new continent is open! Server is vast and here is no map, so Chosen should get to exploring that! Watch out for weird pyramids, wild Digimon, bizarre invisible cities, and random out of place landmarks. And whatever you do, don’t get lost in the desert, okay?
3) I'VE BEEN WORKING ON THE TRAILMON: 300 BIT Though they live in what's called a "graveyard", the Trailmon who live there are still Digimon and need love too. Give them a bath. Sing them a song. Treat them nicely, and they might give you a reward for keeping them company.
4) GOT FISH?: 300 BIT PER FISH The Damemon need a little help with preparing the latest meals. Time for you and your partner to go out and get some fish. Just make sure you don't hook a Digimon by mistake, okay? They get a little angry about that.
5) TRAINING WITH CHOSEN: 100 BIT With some of the recent Chosen adjusting to their roles, some of the newer Chosen might be looking to them for help, which includes fighting experience. In the spirit of promoting such camaraderie, an observing or participating NPC will give those actively training a few bits for their effort.

And, as always, you're also allowed to do this in a free form! These are just ideas to get your gears rolling and see what to expect.
(NOTE: All missions and events are more light-hearted here, but will not always be in game).

Flat | Top-Level Comments Only

[This was easily the best thing that has happened to him so far. Milo can be found dancing in the street with his vibrant Muchomon, both of them bobbing along to the upbeat music that seems to emanate from around them. They switch up their dance moves, slowing down the music by moving at half speed and suddenly speeding it up by doing a jig.]

Waiwaiwait- hold on. I've got an idea!

Yeah?

[The music pauses for a moment. He bobs his head and the beat starts coming in.. Milo cackles with delight.]

OOHOHO, yeah~! Ok, ok, follow my lead, little dude. Ok!

To the right! To the left! Take it back now, y'all~

One hop this time! [BEAT]
One hop this time! [BEAT]

Right foot, two stomps! [BEAT, BEAT] Left foot, two stomps! [BEAT, BEAT]
Sliiide to the left~ [BEAT] Sliiide to the right~! [BEAT]

FREEZE! Ev-ry-bo-dy clap your hands!

[clap clap clap clap clap clap clap clap clap clap clap clap clap clap clap clap clap clap clap clap clap clap clap clap clap clap clap clap
...Someone's gonna need to stop them, because they're not gonna do it by themselves.]

[WHAT IS WRONG WITH EVERY CHILD EVER? It's bad enough there's music EVERYWHERE, now she can't even drive down the street without almost hitting someone. This must be natural selection in motion, she refuses to believe otherwise.

Anyway, long story short, the best thing Arcee could come up with when it came to dealing with this...event...is riding her sweet bike to drown out the noise. Nothing screams "I can't hear you" more than a motorcycle engine. Sure would be nice if she could go without almost hitting children.

The bike swerves to a stop in front of Milo and pal, causing the Tapirmon riding with her to fling off into the distance. Erm, she's sure he's fine... She's too angry right now to care about his well-being at the moment. The helmet is thrown off in a fit of rage as she smacks the kick stand into place, storming off the bike like she's ready to strangle somebody.]

Sidewalk. Now.

[Dun dun duuuun!]

[OH NO that music is definitely not a good sign. Milo and Muchomon glance nervously between each other. Their mini dance party screeches to a stop like a broken record.]

Eeerr.. ok?

[They quickly shuffle onto the sidewalk as the music comically follows their movements like a cartoon. This is enough to get them giggling again.]

[Arcee gives a grumble, which is only followed by some angry cartoonish music of her own. But hey, he did what she wanted. There's really nothing left to do but grab that helmet she threw to the pavement.

That Tapirmon that was sent flying earlier comes crawling back only seconds later. He looks a little roughed up, but he's alive for the most part. See? She knew he'd be fine.]

I-I'm okay!

[A triumphant victory jingle plays.]

...What are we giggling about?

[Milo snorts, trying to hold back the laughter.]

snrk- W-we're gigglin' about this music! It's like, the best thing EVAR.

Check this out!

[He places his hand under his armpit and flexes- and the music creates a tuba blat. Milo and Mucho SCREAM with laughter, grabbing at each other for support and falling to the sidewalk.]

[Sprocket can't help but laugh like a five year old, completely ignoring his partner who is waiting for him to get back on the bike. She even motions with both hands for him to hurry up.

Sorry, Arcee, his interest is elsewhere.]

Now do both of 'em at the same time!!

[Is...is that even possible?]

Oohhoho, yeah!

[Oh my gosh, Sprocket, don't encourage them. He sits up, crosses his arms over his chest, puts his hands in both armpits, aaaand- BRAAAP! The sound of an entire orchestral brass section blatting at once.]

[The two of them fall back in another fit of whooping and cackling. Milo rolls on the floor, kicking his legs.]

I'm CRYING, hahaha!

SNRK- I'm-! I'm gonna pee! Ahahaha!!

Please don't, 'cause I'm gonna end up being the one who has to clean it up.

[Seeing as she'll be stuck her awhile, Arcee is apparently getting in on this. ...Even if she's a bit irritated about it. But she knows Sprocket and once he gets started, he isn't going to stop.

Speaking of Sprocket, he's found himself on his back, rolling about with his trunk-like arms hugging his body as he laughs hysterically.]

Hahaha--You did it! You actually did it!

[Pfft, Milo's just gonna ignore miss no-fun-Nancy over there and hang out with the clearly COOLER little partner of hers. The music just goes back to an upbeat ambiance for now.]

Haha, you bet I did! Look, look, I can even do it like this- [He sits up and cups his hands together. When he squishes his palms against each other, it creates a quiet fart noise. His Muchomon attempts the same, but doesn't get far with his feather-covered flippers.]

Awww..

Aw, sorry dude.. [He looks back down at his own hands, studying them front and back.] That's like, the biggest upside to these things.

TEST DRIVE MEME -- SEPTEMBER

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