TEST DRIVE

[calloperators]

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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

[rainblower]

[Pyro hardly seems to react at the over-the-top reaction--they just continue to stare at Reigen and the finger pointed to their mask.

They glance down at the mess on the ground in an almost disappointed fashion. C'mon, man, don't litter. They kneel down and start picking up salt packets one by one, placing them in their gloved hand. Once they collect a whole pile of packets, they straighten up and extend it towards Reigen as an offering.]

Ta-dah.

[Continue as you were.]

[techniques]

[He had not been expecting the assist there, which may be why he squints a tad suspicious at the other individual. It's hard to get a read on this person because of the mask.]

Uh... thanks?

[rainblower]

[Pyro nods, shoving the salt a little more forcefully towards Reigen. Take the salt, Reigen. Don't you trust your best friend, Pyro?]

Sllht.

[Ah. It's kind of hard to tell what they're saying, but Reigen can...probably figure it out. More importantly, they want to know what he was doing with the salt.]

Whht wrrh yuu dhhing wwhth ht?

[techniques]

Hey now, there's no need for that kind of language. Children are present.

[... There are no children here right now.

But he does at least make a more appropriate guess at the second part since they're offering the salt back for Reigen to take, which he is going to do just that.]

Now if you don't mind, I'll be taking this back for my job here.