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NOVEMBER TDM

TEST DRIVE

NOVEMBER TEST DRIVE
The city of Recollé...

What do you mean the city's behaving for once?

I.
The Mayor's growing desperate with Thanksgiving right around the corner as those gosh darn turkeys continue to elude him. The birds that escaped at the beginning of the month continue to wreak havoc over the city as they mingle with the crowds and lay their golden eggs in less than convenient places.

However, with the clock counting down to Turkey Day, the birds appear to be a little more aggressive. You may find yourself actively chased out of a shop or your classroom by one of these wild birds gobbling angrily all the way. Perhaps a bird is nesting in the middle of the sidewalk forcing you to take a new path. Or perhaps you've come across one of their golden eggs, but be careful! It doesn't take more than a gentle touch now for these eggs to explode, showering anyone nearby with surprises such as candy, shaving cream, mud, bugs, plastic cars, crayons or other small tokens.

Will you attempt to catch the birds to turn them into city hall for the $50 reward? Or are you too busy running around to avoid them?

II.
Even with the turkeys on rampage, that doesn't damper the holiday season. Citizens from all over the city are preparing for the festivities of the month. Over at Tribunal Terrace several members from various volunteer groups and the Community Center are organizing their small annual Thanksgiving day parade that kicks off the city's potluck dinner. Grocery stores are swamped with shoppers picking up last-minute supplies for their big meals and you may find yourself fighting for that last jar of gravy.

Over at the community theater, children prepare for their Thanksgiving pageant and it's a flurry of activity from costumes to rehearsals to last-minute stage preparation before the big day. There's plenty of work to be done whether you're acting in the pageant or working on-set. The theater will need as many volunteers as possible to pull this show off.

Granted, there are plenty of things to go wrong in the chaos. One of the parade floats begins to drift away from Tribunal Terrace and rolls down the street on its own leaving volunteers to chase after it and fight off an onslaught of turkeys. Lights blow out in the theater and some wiring and set pieces need to be repaired. And did that person's grocery cart of food just hit your car? Good luck.

Are you prepared for your celebrations and willing to help your fellow neighbor? Or are you a last-minute straggler left high and dry?

III.

Earlier in the month several stores had discounted prices on all things blue and it looks like the prices just keep dropping. With green fully restored to all items in the city, items such as clothing, art supplies and food change prices every hour, on the hour.

The city of Recollé knows a good bargain when it sees it and hundreds of people hit the streets to snatch up what stock they can. It's like Black Friday came early and after a while some stores can't even keep up with demand. Maybe you're among the crowd hunting for just the right shade of green for your holiday packages, or perhaps you're some poor sap who got called into work at 6am on your day off to deal with a swarm of customers. No matter who you are though, you will find yourself having to answer the age-old question: which color is better, green or blue?

IV.
The blue skies have only been back for a few weeks before the gray of winter rolls in again. The wind picks up a little and the ocean crashes against the shore down at Peach Beach. The city grows dark each day beginning at about 4:30pm and the temperature drops little by little.

It's on November 18th that residents will find that there's a bit of frost on their windows when they wake up that Saturday. Toward the early afternoon, the first snowfall of the season begins. It's nothing much, mostly flurries that swirl and dance through the air and cause a burst of excitement among people. Some residents may even remember it's very similar to the Founder's Day holiday.

Though this won't be the last time it snows in the city, there's something magical about the first sign of winter as fall exits. Get out there and build a tiny snowman or catch snowflakes on your tongue. At least the turkeys seem to retreat from the snow itself.

BONUS.
Over the course of the month residents will find that the spotty reception they've always had has grown even worse. Static rings out over the line and long-distance calls stop going through. Emails bounce back despite numerous attempts, and don't even think about getting clear audio or video through Skype. No matter how hard one tries, by November 30th it will become incredibly clear that all phone calls, texts, emails and video chats to people outside of the city have been shut down. The internet will continue to function as normal (browse and share those cat videos to your heart's content) and inner-city communication functions just fine. You can try calling your service provider...but who knows if you'll get through?

And last but not least in the world of inconveniences, in some instances your calls and emails may be rerouted to fellow Retrospec users. Sorry about that!

Welcome to the

recolle test drive meme! All characters will be begin in-game AU'd as Recollé residents. You may use any of the above prompts for ideas or make up your own depicting your Recollé AU! Prompts do not have to be set in the districts listed above. You can review our list of locations for what's available. Please note that TDM threads can be used as samples, can be kept as game canon, and can also be used for bonus points for future item regains. Share a few minor details of your AU, tag around, and have fun!

For current players, please remember that TDM threads can only be used for bonus points, not regains.

Please note: you will need a reserve to apply, and current characters must have full AC posted at the time of their reservation.

Your November TDM directory is here, and your AU workshop is here! Our mod questions thread for this TDM is over here!

Flat | Top-Level Comments Only

i.
C'mere you little fat fucker!

[cain is hellbent on chasing down that turkey and pays no heed to the people around him as he curses the pesky bird. he wanted to catch the fattest one, convinced that he'd net himself more than fifty dollars if he did. also he wanted to boast about catching the biggest, baddest bird. regardless of the reason, fifty dollars was fifty dollars.

when he turns the corner to catch up with the bird, he barrels headfirst into a passing citizen (or you!). with a string of curses, and zero apologizes, Cain simply picks himself and looks at the direction the turkey ran off to.

gone.]

Son of a bitch! Look at what you made me do!

iii-a.
[it's six in the fucking morning and Cain is NOT a morning person. his nametag ("alexei volkov") hangs upside down on his uniform, hair is standing up unevenly, dark circles form underneath his eyes, a nasty bruise on his neck, and the faint smell of cigarettes define Cain this morning. he looks like, and smells like, he's on the verge of death as he stares at his register like a soulless ghoul. fuck. this job was particularly soul sucking. his only saving grace about this whole thing is the lukewarm coffee that, in Cain's opinion, tastes like shit. luckily there's a simple solution to that.

looking his new customer dead in the eye, he takes out a flask and maintains eye contact as he pours the flask's contents into the coffee cup.]

Yeah. What? You gonna say somethin' about it?

iii-b.
No Ma'am. We're all sold out of whatever the hell it is you want. Now scram! You're cuttin' into my break time!

[the disgruntled employee leaves the "Your Manager Will Hear About This" mother behind as he makes his way towards the door. he hopes they tell his manager- hopes he gets fired so he could tell them all to suck his dick. he needs the money but, it's not worth it. not with the constant long days of mobs, door-busting sales, and fake friendly customer service. Cain is ready for a smoke and to blow off steam from the pent-up frustration of retail.

it's only after he lights up his cigarette and blow a hearty amount of smoke does he finally speak.]

Fuck this place, I'm starving.

[yeah he's gonna disappear mid shift, you in?]

iv
[Cain doesn't mind the snow at all. in fact, he loves it and had been looking outside the window of his workplace with a certain kind of longing all day. by the time he's finished up with his shift, it's already approaching nightfall and rapidly getting colder with the setting sun. he looks ill dressed out in the snow, like he hasn't been able to afford a new winter coat in ages, but the cold doesn't seem to bother cain. in fact- he looks pretty damn happy.]

Dammit, why don't work give us snow days? I woulda killed for some snow action, baby!

Wildcard
(I'm still open to established CR! Cain's workshop AU post is here. Contact me at

sleepcoast if you wanna hash out something!)

Edited 2017-11-17 08:48 (UTC)

[chuuya doesn't quite have room to judge cain on his appearance-- it may be bright and early but he has yet to actually sleep, so he's out looking equally tired (if still mostly put-together, thanks to the fact that he's been out running errands right after his shift at the bar.) he's just got some last things to pick up before he goes home, that's all.

but he will judge the coffee, not breaking that eye contact as he gives cain a flat look.]

Yeah, I am. The hell is wrong with you, huh?

[he shoves his purchases across the counter as he finishes-]

Coffee's gonna ruin the taste, why even bother sneaking shit in if you're gonna do that to it?

You're right man but I need the caffeine and this coffee tastes like piss. S'just a lil motivation to get me to drink it.

[and just like that, he downs the entire cup in one go. god. he swallows thinly at how disgusting the swill was. chuuya was right. the whiskey was ruined. his lips form an irritated scowl. he didn't need a reminder of how shitty his life was that he was sneaking in alcohol on the clock.]

Not like you fuckin' care, if all of you assholes could stop demanding our stores to be open this fucking early- some of us could go home and drink without the extra energy needs. [at six in the morning.] Fuck.

[he starts to ring up chuuya's items- chucking them haphazardly into bags. yeah! that'll show 'em for trying to tell him his shitty drink was going to be bad. see how much cain cares about your purchases.]

Pretty sure that's what they make caffeine pills for.

[there's no need to ruin perfectly good booze for caffeine intake... it's a very sad state of affairs.

since he's not picking up anything breakable, he lets the lack of care go without comment, but-]

Some of us assholes have late shifts, alright? I'm just trying to get my shit so I can go home and sleep. Get on overnights if you have that many issues with mornings, that'll fix it.

[that's like, half the reason he picked this career, honestly.]

Coffee is cheaper, dude.

[cut him some slack! he's looking to cut costs where he can in his life.

but he gives chuuya a sour look at the overnight comment because, wow, look at mr. fancy pants being able to choose when he works. it pisses him off to the point that he manhandles the products even more.]

Would if I could, I got overnight shift when I'm done with this shithole.

[ Minato is easily bowled over, landing hard on his back and staring up at the sky by the time he realizes what had happened. His only saving grace is the thick winter coat he has on that cushions his fall, slowly deflating as he stares up at Cain without bothering to pick himself off the ground. ]

...What did I make you do?

You weren't watchin' where you were goin', asshole!

[he retorts, glowering down at Minato with a nasty glare. he doesn't care if maybe it was his fault for blindly following the turkey- it's clearly Minato's fault for being in his way while he was chasing the dumb bird.]

Now I'm gonna miss out on fifty dollars cause it got away!

[ That's not something Minato made him do. But, semantics. He's slow to get to his feet, head bowed as he silently dusts off the seat of his pants before straightening to face Cain.

Any talk of "fifty dollars" all month has been related to those godforsaken turkeys, so he doesn't even ask. ]

Doesn't have to be that particular one. Were you chasing it on foot?

[ Because that's sort of... he'd say stupid, but honestly, it's ineffective. ]

Yeah. I'm not about to go buy special bird chasing equipment for an easy fifty dollars.

[except this entire endeavor has been far from easy. this is fifth turkey that had escaped Cain's fingers and, if the puffy scratches peaking out from underneath his jacket-on Cain's arm is an indicator of just how close he'd been to victory.

he looks Minato up and down, moving to get up in his personal space. with a finger jabbed at Minato's chest, Cain demands:]

You owe me a bird.

Cain (Alexei "Cain" Volkov) | Starfighter

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