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TEST DRIVE MEME #0

A TIME VORTEX has opened in downtown LA! Some magic folks have been contacted to close it, but they haven't gotten here fast enough for the vortex not to spill out a HECK TON OF DINOSAURS – all kinds of dinosaurs of all kinds of sizes. There are theoretically gentle herbivores among the fierce predators, but they are all pretty pissed off about their sudden, startling relocation, and a lot of them have spikes.

(The vortex is both temporally and spatially unstable, which is why the dinosaurs emerging onto the streets of LA are constrained neither by specific prehistorical era nor geographical location.)

What you do is up to you. Here are some suggestions, though:

Fight some dinosaurs. You might be trying to herd them back to the vortex, or just trying to stop them by any means possible.

Flee or hide. If you're lucky the dinosaurs won't work out how to open doors and you can spend your entire thread hiding behind the bar in a Starbucks with some other hapless civilians without having to confront any of them.

Try to capture the dinosaurs on camera. If you can get some really good photos you might be able to sell them to the local paper in order to supplement your elderly aunt's meagre income. Or just use them to get a bunch of notes on Tumblr, either way.

Take advantage of the chaos to do crime. The forces of law enforcement are preoccupied with all these prehistoric reptiles.

Or pretty much anything else you think your character might be doing. Any location in LA is game, although there's no real need to meticulously look them up – you can just assume a generic street, rooftop, store, etc. (You don't have to look up the dinosaurs, either.)

If you have a character who you'd like to assume is part of a team, but that team hasn't been named or brainstormed OOC yet or anything, feel free to indicate in your opening post that you're assuming your character is operating alongside others and encourage others to tag in as if they are part of the same team! Or just handwave it and assume they got caught without their usual teammates or separated from them. Whatever way works best for you.

Events from this test drive are not automatically assumed game canon, but individual threads can be if you and the people who you thread with end up mutually wanting to keep them.

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"Oh, well that's definitely good to know."

She gives him a smile that is equal parts amused and fond.

"I get around, heroically speaking," she adds, "Mostly where I'm needed. You still have a little..."

She gestures to her forehead, indicating the remaining blood on his.

"Do you need a handkerchief? I'm sure I have one put by."

[he shrugs.]

Scalp wounds.

[as though that is self-evident. he shakes his head at her offer of a handkerchief.]

Save it for somebody who's still bleeding. [it's the dried blood in his hair that really bothers him, anyway.] Thanks, though.

She finally sets down on the sidewalk, heels making a quiet click on the surface.

"Glad to know you're not doing too badly, That kind of thing can be quite a lot of trouble."

She walks neatly toward him, hands coyly linked together.

"Did you want to give me a hand? I'm sure two heads are better than one as far as dinosaurs are concerned."

[he nods.]

I need something I can use as a weapon. My claws kept breaking off.

[he glances down at his regular, nailbitten fingers, clenching and unclenching his hand. should he say something? maybe he should see if she asks first.]

I'm Longclaw.

"Well they call me Will'o'Wisp," she says warmly.

She tilts her head to follow where his gaze is going, not quite ready to prod.

"I'd be glad to help you with getting something if you don't mind me breaking into a place or two. Is a spade okay? We can leave a chit to bring back another later."

Nice to meet you.

[jon nods.]

Do you know where to find a hardware store?

[he looks around at all the designer boutiques and. mostly designer boutiques.]

She gives him a little shrug, turning her head to look at the skyline.

"Well, It's different from back in my day, I suppose!" she says, pensively.

She slowly rises up to take in the view.

"Those dinosaurs seem to be getting closer. Would you be okay with a manikin arm or two? There's a couple of streets ahead that might be a little rough."

She pinches the air to gesture an understatement.

[he frowns. that seems a little close to a wiffle ball bat.]

If you can find one with any weight to it.

"Iron fist, got it."

She slips inside the first boutique she finds, disregarding the door. It's a short rummage, a metallic creak and a quiet crash before she's back out again with an artistically bizarre metallic pole with a mitten-like end.

"Can I give you a hand?" she puns, waving it at him, "It seemed like just the thing."

[he snorts and takes it, hefts it, and gives it an experimental swing.]

Thanks. This is good.

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