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TD006

Test Drive 006

WELCOME TO ATERAT

Here is our Fifth Test Drive Meme! There are a lot of areas of the city to explore, so please have a look around! In case you need a little help getting started, I've included a few prompts below, or feel free to start your own! Exploration and player initiative are the names of the game here!

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Arrival & General Information | Setting & Bestiary | Locales & Businesses | Residences & Housing Info | Rules & FAQ (ask questions here!)

I. Crash Into Me

Not exactly, but close enough. You have just arrived and received a strange satchel from a tiny, strange little man and are left more or less to your own devices (more information on what to expect upon arrival can be found here)! Follow directions to the north and check out the housing, or maybe have a look around the Historium and try to get some information from that giant glowing ball, see what you can waste your meager starter coin on in the Market District, or maybe just meet the neighbors.

II. What Goes Bump in the Night

It looks like Aterat proper has a spirit problem. Maybe you're seeing specters, hearing disembodied voices, your windows rattle when there's no breeze outside. Maybe there are cold spots in your place of business (or your apartment, which is so much worse). Either way, you're 100% convinced you're haunted. Hopefully, someone else believes you, or maybe you're used to feeling crazy.

III. When the Carnival Came to Town?

Take a look at the prompts from our latest event and go to town (or the carnival).

IV. Try the Network

The Tell-Phone allows for text, video, and audio transmissions to everyone else who has one. Give it a whirl!

V. Wildcard

The above prompts are all options, and there's much more to the setting than what they provide. Do your best (or your worst)!

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"No? Same for me," she said with a short laugh. It was hard to not laugh in a situation like this. At the very least it seemed pretty tamed compared to some of the other places she'd been dropped off. So far it was definitely a few stars above Khera.

"Priscilla Kitaen," she offered back as she took his hand with a grip that was surprisingly strong. Once upon a time she wouldn't have been even half as confident, but a lot of thing shad changed since then. "You wouldn't happen to be from New Orleans would you?" Because that accent sure did sound like what she'd heard during her time there.

That claim said a lot about a person, and it could be a lot of different things at the end of the day, but at least she wasn't going to be shell-shocked over a new reality. That was good for her. Besides if this place was dangerous, she'd need her wits about her. They all would.

"Ain't that a surprise? Two people get yanked to another reality, and they both know the best damned city on Earth." He grinned as he responded. "Born and raised, cher, out on the bayou. Been a lot of places, on Earth and otherwise, but 'Nawlins ain't ever too far."

"Universe is smaller than we'd think I guess," she said with her own return grin. "Wasn't born there, but I spent a while working there. It was pretty great." And learning, but that seemed a little out there to just throw out. Even if she got the distinct impression by his appearance that he'd understand. Or at the very least not be surprised by it.

"I'd have loved to go back sometime." But that'd be pretty hard now back in her own world. "But I guess we'll have to settle for this place."

"Ain't that the truth?" He barked out a laugh. "The Big Easy stays with you once you leave, cher, but I'd be lyin' if I said I didn't miss it, too. Worked that town a lot myself, before I moved to New York, been back more than a few times, too, and not just for the family reunions."

He took a breath, releasing it in a sigh as he looked around the place. "The fountain's nice, and the welcome package ain't a bad touch, but all the contrivance don't sit right with me, non? Makes a body wonder what they want with 'em." That wouldn't be his friend rodeo either, but he couldn't say he was looking forward to it.

"What you do for work in 'Nawlins', eh? If it was waitin' tables, I'd reckon you made a fortune." It was said as he made no effort to hide his appreciation of her looks. If Miss Kitaen didn't know she had a lot going for her in that department, she'd worked behind a desk and out of public consumption.

"Funny, I worked out of New York for a while too." Then again, what major city hadn't she worked out of? Halo had been based in New York for a while before it moved to Los Angeles. Then there was her private adventures in Miami and New Orleans. At least she could never say she'd lead a boring life, right? There was always something on the table.

"Pretty packages usually have ugly things behind them." It'd been a long time since she'd been off world, but the bitterness was still there on the edges.

That got a burst of laughter from her and she shook her head. Men never changed, even ones from other universes. But Pris was never shy about admitting her profession. It'd been something she'd enjoyed and something she'd taken pride in after all. "I was a dancer at a place called the Midnight Lounge."

"That right?" He looked over to her then,thoughtful. "You ever heard of the X-Men?“ It was a long shot, certainly, but what if they were from the same world? There were a lot of similarities either way.

"Mais oui,cher! Ain't that the truth?" Whether it is an enticing offer or a beautiful woman, looks could be deceiving and boy if he didn't know that first hand.

He moved his eyes over her again, appreciative, and nodded. He wasn't one of those men who would assume all there was to a pretty face was the exterior, but that didn't mean he couldn't appreciate the package.

"Never heard of the place, mon cher, but I reckon I know just the sort of establishment you mean and I wager you made quite a bit of cash for yourself."

"Nope and I know the names of all the teams active currently." Actually now that she thought about it they were basically the same times that had always been active. Some things didn't really change where she was from. They juts sorta cycled around. Interesting that his world must have superhero teams like that too.

"Superhero team I take it?" With a name like X-Men it kinda had to be, right? Only the superhero biz went with names as weird as that.

"I did alright for myself," she said with a laugh and shake of her head. "There were other things I was focused on there. I made really good money headlining in Miami though."

"More like superhero group. The X-Men are big, and we got teams, too." Not that he was actually active at the moment. "Ain't been in the field much recently. Sort of...between jobs, took up a teachin' position at a school."

He grinned. "I been to Miami once or twice, and I bet you did." He crossed his arms, though, thoughtful. "You a part of a team or just a fan?"

"Group, huh? So you've got kinda like sub-teams of your big team?" Sounded...kinda weird. Then again she'd belonged to a superhero team that was funded by a corporation so it wasn't like she could talk too much. "Teaching position, huh? What subject?"

"Lived there for a while without doing any shows. It was a nice vacation." Kind of. Well, not really. It was kind of a disaster but that was her life. She rubbed the back of her neck. "Uh. Kinda pat of a team. It's complicated."

He nodded. "Oui. The X-Men...we're all mutants, and a lot of people out in the big world don't like us for a lot of reasons, mostly 'cause they don't know what we're capable of and that scares them, non? We try to keep to ourselves, but sometimes they come knockin' before we get say."

"English." He chuckled, well aware it was not his first language and that his everyday speech was less than articulate. "I know, I don't sound like I could write my way out of a wet paper sack, but I might surprise you, cher."

He nodded, a commiserative gesture. "Ain't it always complicated?"

"I'm sorry to hear that. I kinda know how it can be." Ish. Not that she was a mutant, but a lot of people really didn't like the Daemonite side of her. At least she'd stopped caring about shit like that. She was who she was and there was no changing that.

"English was uh, definitely not what I'd have guessed." But she laughed and her tone was light. "I learned a long time ago that looks are usually pretty deceiving."

"Well, I appreciate that, cher, but it's just life, non?" He frowned though. "And one I wouldn't wish on anybody." He gave her a sympathetic smile that said what he was thinking. Nobody should have to be scared or ashamed just because of living, and other people tended to force those who were different into doing just that.

He laughed, too. "Pretty sure it's the job nobody else wanted, but that's how it rolls sometimes." He shrugged. "So, what's the superhero community call you, eh? I'm Gambit, though that's a nickname that goes back longer than my heroin' days."

"I guess, yeah, it is kinda just life. Definitely life for people like us. No matter how hard I tried to avoid it." It always just dragged her back in. Sometimes it'd been pretty frustrating, but he wasn't wrong. It was just life.

"Uh, Voodoo," she said with a smile. "It was my stage name before and I just kinda stuck with it. Ended up working out pretty well." Given all she learned she could do. "So...what can you do, Gambit?"

"Ain't that the truth?" He could certainly commiserate with the being pulled back in, sometimes against your will. It'd gotten so bad recently, he was starting to question who Gambit was anymore. Maybe this was the exact sort of vacation he needed to get his head straight.

"Voodoo, eh?" It had a nice ring to it, and depending on her power set...well, he had no idea what she might mean by 'working out pretty well. At her question, though, he grinning. "I make things blow up." It was part of a cat and mouse game he used to play, his tone leading. Go on, ask. "What about you, Voodoo? What tricks you got up your sleeves?"

"Voodoo," she confirmed with a nod and a smile. "Blow stuff up is a pretty big category." A lot of people she knew could blow things up, including Grifter and he did that without any sort of powers. "I can blow things up too." If he wanted to play a game, she could play with the best of them.

"Oui, mon cher, that's true, and I can handle just about all of 'em." He looked around at their feet for a moment before stooping to pick up a small pebble, a fragment of loose cobblestone. He held it up between two fingers before him and his eyes flashed with a sort of magenta energy for just a second, so quick it was tough to catch, and then the pebble began to thrum with that same energy. It didn't explode, but wavered there in his delicate grasp.

"My mutant ability is tappin' in to the potential energy in anything, and gettin' it all excited." A flick of his wrist and the pebble flew skyward, popping once it reached a height of ten or so feet, the sound not unlike those little white fireworks you used to throw at the pavement as a child. "Clearer?"

"Crystal clear. That's a pretty cool ability. Pretty too," she said with a smile. It reminded her of a few powers people in her own world had. Which, in a weird way, was kinda nice. Made her feel a bit less alone in a new place to know there were people like that too. "Can you do it with anything?"

"Oui, mon cher, I got enough energy to get just about anything excited." He coupled his response with a mischievous grin, but there was a degree of appreciation there, too. When showing your powers to someone new, you never knew what sort of reaction you were going to get to them. 'Pretty' was nice. It was better than the hate they got most often.

"And what about you, eh? What tricks you got up your sleeves?"

"That's some phrasing," she said with a burst of laughter. Something about that mischievous smile told her that he'd probably meant for things to be taken that way. That wasn't a bad thing, after all the pressure from home it was nice to really laugh.

"Complicated ones," she said as she slid a hand onto her him and quirked her lips. "Do you really wanna be bored with an explanation?"

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