Test Drive Meme

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TEST DRIVE MEME Prompt 1: Arrival Your first "day" Vernos Bay - at least, you assume it's daytime. The people are all out and going about their business, walking dogs, driving cars, operating their shops. There's no sunlight, however. No wind, no weather at all. Just this weird twilight, and you, a confused stranger who has no idea where they are or how they got here. Better find someone to help you get acclimated, and fast; people are starting to stare. Prompt 2: Festivus for the Rest of Us A festival seems to have broken out in the streets in honor of one of the gods. As the day wears on, things become rowdier and more jubilant. Join in the fun or hide from the carousing multitudes. Prompt 3: Choose your own adventure! Set up your own prompt for others to tag into!

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[atshaba]

[ Spoilers are okay by me, I wouldn't know them to be spoilers anyway. ]

"So, you're new here, huh?" A lovely looking woman settles on the steps next to Dom and leans back against them, stretching out. Her jeans look designer, her shirt is probably silk (it is) and she's got a little flame pin on her lapel.

She looks back over her shoulder and grimaces. Not the place she'd like to be. She studies the other woman. "I'm Devika, Goddess of Hearth and Home." She keeps the homefires literally burning. "And you are?"

[ask_alexa]

"Dominique DiPierro," Dom replies, finding herself weirdly distracted from the attractive stranger. She keeps looking up at the building (it reminds her suddenly of a courthouse, or maybe the Old Bailey in London), feeling drawn to it despite the creepiness. She forces herself to look at Devika and blinks, suddenly registering—

"Sorry, uh—did you say goddess?"

[atshaba]

She smiles, bright and happy, warm and welcoming. "That I did. I fought hard for the Communication and Technology one, but I got beat out." She shrugs, a little indifferent. "Anyway, you got dumped here, huh? Not the best introduction to the place." Her accent is definitely British.

"Shall we go in? I don't think I've been in this one yet." She pushes herself up. "You do want to go in right?"

[ask_alexa]

"I'm so confused," Dom mutters, pinching the bridge of her nose. "I guess that's obvious, huh?" She looks back up at the building. "Yeah, I—I do want to go in, actually. God knows why, it looks like some kind of—some ruin out of a shitty post-apocalypse movie. What is it?"

[atshaba]

Devika pats Dom's shoulder. "don't worry, it just gets more confusing." She tucks her hands into her jeans and looks up at the building. "Home of Law and Justice." Devika answers mysteriously.

Which, she does very well. "I would explain, but it would be better if we just went in and saw if this is the place for you." She's not really one for lengthy explanations, anyway.

A flick of her fingers and a small flame appears above her fingers. "I doubt the electric's on. Shall we?"

[ask_alexa]

That ... is a neat trick with the flame. Dom stares for a moment, then, "Yeah, sure. Let's go."

A moment later, as they're climbing the steps: "What do you mean, the place for me?"

[atshaba]

Back home, she's an Ifritah. Here, she's a goddess. It all works out in the wash.

"Well..." Devika hedges. "How about we just go in and explore for a moment and we'll see from there, hmm?" She waves to a young woman pushing a double stroller who brightens and waves back.

Not that she's going to dump on this poor woman about missing gods, and being a replacement or anything.

[ask_alexa]

Okay. Whatever. Dom will just roll with this, because it’s better than thinking about the Dark Army and all that sh—

Except how is this going to work if she can’t get home?

The thought stops her cold just as she puts her hand on the huge brass door to open it.

[atshaba]

"What's wrong?" Devika asks. She's sure this is where the woman belongs, but, honestly, maybe she's wrong? No. Not that she's never wrong, she's just sure of this.

She puts her hand on the door, feeling the coolness of the brass. There doesn't seem to be anything going on.

[ask_alexa]

"Everything," Dom blurts out. "I mean ... there’s some real shit going on for me, back at home. As in like, people will die if I can’t—if I don’t deliver on certain things. I need to go home."

Her voice cracks, and she sees it all over again: the axe smashing into Santiago's chest over and over again, Irving naming one member of her family after the other, the blood splatter on her face.