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

waking up

[fuckingdelicious]

[Val gives this guy a sharp look-over as he approaches, and folds his arms lazily as he takes his sweet time responding to his question.]

Not physically.

[But, Val got that phone call too. Either this guy was some really obvious plant to test if he'd break, or he was just an idiot.

...Either way works for him.]

You looking to change that?

[thegreenhornet]

Who me? No no no, I'm not that kinda guy.

[He even raises his hands to show he has no weapons or anything that'd help threaten anyone. Looks like Britt is just an idiot]

I was just wondering if I'm the only one who was told that. You never know if others have more leeway than you do.

[In his opinion that was a reasonable assumption. If he had been the only one who got told not to talk about it, then the kidnapper likely knew he was the Green Hornet and therefore there was a lot of reason to be worried. But apparently he's just one person more here! No special threats towards him! That's a relief.

Britt doesn't realize the flaws in his reasoning, yeah]

[fuckingdelicious]

Damn. Almost a shame.

[His trigger finger's been itchy ever since waking up in this place, and the only reason he hadn't blasted himself out of here is...well, he doesn't have anything to blast with. He just has to sit back until he knows who he's gotta put a bullet into.

When Britt explains further, his aloof amusement shifts quickly to something more serious, and he closes the space between the two of them, leaning to whisper sharply in his ear.]

You think its a good idea to talk like that when we're being watched?

[thegreenhornet]

It's not like it's gonna change anything.

[They already got kidnapped and brought to this stupidly warm place, and there's presumably going to be an explanation in a moment. What are the kidnappers going to do? Shoot him?]

[fuckingdelicious]

Might put a bullet through your head.

[So, yeah, shoot him.]

I'm not about to trust a voice without a face, but that's all the more reason to keep on your toes.

[He leans back, affording them some more space, though he keeps his voice low.]

You got a good reason to be so casual?

[thegreenhornet]

This kinda thing isn't anything to be freaking out about. Keeping a cool head is important and I'm all about cool heads.

[He'll have plenty of time to panic when he's in real danger, just like he always does. Britt may be acting all casual right now, but once he's being shot at he'll be truly freaking out!]

[fuckingdelicious]

["Isn't anything to be freaking out about." Was he condescending him? He wasn't freaking out, he was just being reasonable. Some guy leaves a threatening answering message, manages to drag him out to wherever this is - the most in-tact building he's seen outside Bat City, at least - and most likely has eyes and ears around this whole place? Any other reaction was just being careless.

Or comfortable.]

Must be a real cool head you've got on those shoulders.

[His eyes flicker over Britt. Twitchy, suspicious.]

Got a name?

[thegreenhornet]

[Britt is kind of comfortable...mostly because no real danger has shown itself yet. It'll be time to be worried about everything when you see a sign these people aren't messing with you]

Britt Reid. Never heard of me, right?

[He stands there, smirking, kind of hoping the name is completely unknown. Lately he's been through some hassle to keep his identity as the Green Hornet hidden, that'll be much easier if nobody knows who he is -- easier said than done, in his opinion, what with being the heir of a widespread newspaper]