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.

Comments

[pkemeter]

[....Alright, that's a bit too close for Spengler's comfort. The only people he's comfortable with invading his personal bubble are his partners. He gives Medic a wary side-eye before carefully repositioning himself a few inches away.]

Well, after viewing a horror film, we set out to demonstrate the correct way to resurrect the dead. We consulted such books such as the Necronomicon, though we applied our own theories on latent post-mortem psychokinetic brain activity. [He hesitates.] Unfortunately, we were never actually able to test our theories.

[He continues to dismantle the drill, pausing to pull the bit out and clean it of debris.]

...Though, I can't imagine why you'd need the severed head of a deceased man, unless you intended to incite his ghost.

[blutsauger]

Intriguing. Personally, I never needed to consult any notes other than my own, let alone the Necronomicon. A great deal of tests over the years eventually led me to the right outcomes! And from there, it was not difficult to design our team's respawn technology, alongside my friend the Engineer.

Oh, you'd be surprised of the uses one can get out of a severed head, my friend. I once kept the living head of one of my teammates' clones in my fridge for several weeks, until my teammate began to complain about it being [Airquotes] "weird".

And not even the whole head is necessary! The brain is more than enough. But too easily damaged by bludgeoning.