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THE TEST DRIVE MEME

Hey, ho, DWRP! Apps for

sweven open in a week!! Rather than make you wait one more week to start playing with the setting, you get to have this meme to have some pre-game fun!

The way it works is simple. Just post a comment with your character as if they were in game, with a line or two of either a setting or a network post. Then go reply to other people and thread to your heart's content. Shenanigans ensue! And then everyone apps everyone ever and you've already got an idea of what kind of CR you could get in-game.

Sound fun? Well, then what are you doing still reading? Hop to!

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[Obviously someone wasn't ringing the normal channels. Or the number had changed. Either way, Alaric was... remarkably glad to see a familiar face. Even if that face had killed him, like. A week ago.

He was totally over it.]

You look lost.

Edited 2012-01-02 06:37 (UTC)

[Damon could hear someone approaching a mile away. Accordingly, he chose to look up only when forced to and not a moment sooner—until he realized who it actually was.

Well, then.]

Oh, I know exactly where I am. I just don't actually want to be here.

Yeah, join the freaking club.

[And he gets relief in return. Right. He wasn't expecting any. He leans against the other side of the pole, keeping his own brand spankin' new phone in a pocket.]

You figured anything out yet? Even generalities are fine.

Sweven, Montana, home of the dimensionally displaced. We're basically stuck in a Trekkie's wet dream.

[Without warning, he took Alaric's left wrist and turned it over. A small black design, just like his. Figured. He dropped Rick's hand.]

And that.

Montana?

[There was a reason he stayed out of the mid-west. Damn. How the hell -

Seriously?] I don't remember getting drunk enough for a tattoo. [At least not another one. And it wasn't a design he would've picked, either.] At least we get to match.

[Not said in a thrilled tone.]

[Trust him, he wasn't exactly jumping for joy, either. He literally had to live with his tattoo forever.]

The poetry moves me. [Damon pushed off the post and started to walk, tipping his head for Rick to follow.] I need a drink.

[He could get it taken off. It's not like he didn't have the money for it.

Alaric paused, shaking his head to himself before taking his customary spot beside Damon. Like hell he'd turn down a drink after getting kidnapped or whatever to. Montana. Evil vampire capital of the world, obviously, unless some other supernatural thing was conveniently nearby to blame for amnesiac transportation.

In a different dimension.

God, he really needed a drink.]

Have you seen Elena? Figure the answer is no. [Considering she wasn't attached to Damon's hip, at least. Shit. Maybe she was. Not here. That'd alternatively be for the best and the worst. There was no winning.]

[No was a good bet. It didn't mean she wasn't here—being the doppelganger, she tended to be on a lot of wanted lists—but while Damon could hardly be said to be unconcerned, he also wasn't going to waste time wondering about it when there was nothing he could do either way. Not if she was here, not if she was unprotected back home.

Hence the drink.

Money's not a problem when you've got compulsion as a friend. He gets them a shot of whiskey each without hassle.]

What about you? Any familiar faces?

[He's also figuring no. Rick would've said.]

[Compelling the bartender for a drink is really the absolute least of his worries. Alaric hardly bats an eyelash at it. All he does is pause slightly, staring at the shot glass, before snatching it up and gulping it down with ease. The burn settles immediately and he already feels better.]

Yours. [The glass hits the bartop, slid back towards the tender. Not worrying is way easier said than done.] Woke up alone, wandered alone, found you alone.

And the phone doesn't work. Not for the numbers I tried.

Edited 2012-01-02 09:33 (UTC)

[Upshot of not being in Mystic Falls? Humanity was back to being vervain-free. Made it a lot simpler to get answers. And free booze.]

Well, assuming the information is true, I assume we're a little beyond what long distance can accomplish.

[He'd even tried calling Stefan, that was how dire the situation had gotten. Who better not be here, by the way, or he might have to kill him and that would be unpleasant for everyone involved.

(He wouldn't, really. But he liked to believe he would.)]

[Alaric propped his head on a hand, turning to look at him with a raised brow. Skepticism marred his voice.] You're really falling into this whole dimension thing?

[Yeah, he was sure there was some sort of universal irony in asking a living, breathing (so to speak) vampire that kind of question. But, you know. Still. There was a very big difference between accepting that supernatural monsters were real and accepting that... alternate dimensions were real. God, it sounded ridiculous even in his head.

He dropped his hand, sliding away from the bar to turn, leaning his back against it.]

Guess it could be worse.

Edited 2012-01-05 05:02 (UTC)

[Damon shrugged, glass hovering by his lips before he downs the drink.]

No. But until I can find a less stupid explanation for why there's a city I've never even seen despite being around for a very long time, I'm gonna stick with it.

[He's right there with Rick. It's not easy to swallow. But hey, neither were werewolves and fabricated moon curses, so you know what? He's just gonna go with it for the sake of ease.]

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