TEST DRIVE

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Waking up
Where the hell were you last night? Maybe waking up in an unfamiliar bed with a blacked-out memory isn't so unusual for you, but that buzzing in your head is. The phone beside you rings with a 7:00 AM wake-up call, and a message left behind:

Go downstairs, to the lobby. Meet the others. Don't get attached, and don't mention this call.

The AC is busted and in this hot summer, you probably won't want to stay in your room forever.

What's new, Pussycat?
Of course, there's much more around here than just the motel. Stepping out and hitting the town will give you plenty to do. There's stores aplenty, but that's nothing to say of the good residents of the stores; your friendly neighborhood bodega cats. They're content to laze around the aisles, though the more playful sorts may swat at your wayward accessories as you pass by.

Don't mind that they seem to disappear - and reappear - with a blink. That's just something cats can do.

Hungry?
Of course you are! There's plenty of places to eat here, but why go to some no-name joint when you can go to McDonalds? They've got burgers, they've got fries, they've got McPizza, and they even have a playplace! ...Though you're probably too old for the ball pit.

Regardless of what you order, if you even order, the cashier presses a small toy into the palm of your hand. Don't you feel a pair of tiny eyes on you?

McMurder
For fuck's sake, someone only went and killed a guy in the McDonald's parking lot. Maybe his head is smashed in under that chicken mask, or maybe you'll want to check? You could do the right thing and work out who did this, or you could make off with his baseball bat. The choice is yours.


Night life
What good's a city that goes to sleep? When the sun goes down, the lights go up. The city becomes aglow with every colour of the neon rainbow, with bowling alleys, nightclubs, karaoke bars, arcades and soon-to-be-extinct roller discos competing for your attention until the sun comes up. You're here, there's no curfew, it's time to make the most of it.

Wildcard
Have something else in mind? Go wild, and party like it's 1989.

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tonegawa found dead in (hotline) miami

[teiaiexecutive]

[Now that caught him off guard.]

[...not as though he didn't expect the detective would clock him- oh no, the possibility of that happening was achingly obvious, even to someone as self-absorbed as Tonegawa. Given how much he was goading Juno on, he would've been surprised to find a lack of hands being thrown in his direction. ...but it all happened so fast that by the time he even began processing that he'd been hit, he was already resting uneasy on dislocated knees, collapsed face-down with a cold hard tabletop pressing firmly against his nose.]

[The disorientation wore off long enough for him to hear Juno's final words- face tensing into an aggravated wince over someone else getting the upper hand on him- but he at least possesses enough sense to stay his tongue and not to incense Steel further than he already has. Or maybe being coldcocked in a McDonald's was embarrassing enough that he's no longer cocky enough to tempt fate any further.]

[So... he's just going to lie low like this while Juno's leaving. As they say, you've got to know when to hold them, know when to fold them, and know when to let the lady walk away.]