TEST DRIVE MEME -- SEPTEMBER

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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).

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Film Noir

[vivacalaca]

The rain falls hard, like a hail of bullets into a crowed of bystanders. Though it doesn't matter much the the short, sallow Hispanic man in the expensive suit, standing alone and unprotected as the heat and the weather conspire to ruin his wardrobe. The cheap sunglasses did little to conceal his mounting frustration. So many things slipping away from him, like grains of sand. His job, his clients, Meche. And even when eternal rest seemed right within his grasp, it'd been yanked away from him like a bartender telling the local wino he'd had just one too many.

And to cap it all off he would not. Stop. Monologuing.

He gave a sigh. A defeated sigh, the sound of a man who was just about ready to pack up and go home. He reached into his jacket pocket, fumbling blindly like a drunkard in the dark before pulling out a pack of cigarettes (unfiltered), and a cheap lighter. It would, at least, ease his suffering. Not that he needed much to numb his pain now. Manny Calavera had been dead for years now. The grave, as far as he was concerned, was the ultimate painkiller.

He fumbled with the lighter for a bit before finally managing to ignite the smouldering tip of the smoke. He brought it up to his lips, savoring the sensation of it like a drowning man clinging to a life preserver, before taking a long, heavy drag. Upon which he suddenly doubled over, coughing and hacking like a sputtering engine. Well, if that didn't kill the mood, he was certain nothing else would. Damn. He'd never get used to having lungs again. The only response from the leathery winged beach ball perched on his shoulder was a high-pitched, scornful laugh.

Manny sighed again and gritted his teeth. They'd been together for all of an hour now and he was already starting to hate the little twerp.