TEST DRIVE

[whitechapelmod]

TEST DRIVE MEME

OPTION A

With the cooling weather came the changing of the leaves, the lighting of candles and the advertisements in all the shops and bulletin boards for the Annual Whitechapel Road Fall Festival. Overnight your quaint little neighborhood has been transformed from a typical Victorian-esque scene to well, a typical fall festival scene. Strings of lights have been wound between the lamps, scarecrows have been put up in shop windows that hold signs with arrows on them, directing you down the main street toward the park. In the park, you'll find a small carnival. No big gaudy rides, of course, but booths set up by local businesses where they sell items from their shops. Games like bobbing for apples and pin the nose on the scarecrow have been scattered in the places between the face painting booths and cotton candy vendors. There's also booth offering food and drink-- and doesn't that cider just smell wonderful? Of course, they have hot chocolate too, if cider's not your thing. Mingle and enjoy your night! But be careful-- you might just end up in the dunking tank..

OPTION B

You wake late in the morning to a strange chill in the air. The weather, sure, but also something else, something wrong in the energy. Maybe you've never been much of a person who believes in that sort of stuff-- energy, vibes, whatever-- so you brush it off and go about your day. It's not until you're out and about that you really start to notice something. The streets are mostly empty, the shops closed down. A cold wind blows through and makes you shiver as you turn down the street toward the Town Board. The papers flutter in the wind, but it doesn't matter, you're not reading them, you're reading the message written in red over all of them. YOU WILL ALL BE PUNISHED. Is that blood it's written in, or paint? It's hard to tell, but the color seeps into the fliers and advertisements-- "puppies, free to a good home" or "half off on all clothing TODAY ONLY"-- staining them, ruining them. You know without even turning and walking the extra block that something very bad has happened. Yellow tape surrounds the board, you just notice, and blocks the entrance to a nearby alleyway. An officer stands guard, but he looks pale and shaken. This isn't the first. Just last week, someone was killed too. The boy who delivered the milk. Eddie. Throat slashed and a message written in blood on the wall above him, similar to this one. An ambulance arrives but you stay where you are, watching as more officers emerge from the alley, carrying something on a stretcher. Someone, you realize, because what else do they carry on stretchers? A shock of red, curly hair pokes out from the top and you think of the girl who runs the register in the bakery, a waitress from the cafe you tried last week, your sister back home who will (hopefully) never end up here. Could this really happen here? Some maniac killing people because they think you need to be punished? It's wrong, it's confusing, and it's terrifying, isn't it?

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Comments

[contrasted]

[ The voice surprises Morgana, the chipper sound to it and the unfamiliar sight of the object that is with her. She isn't surprised enough to jump, or be shocked, but just to look it in her expression ]

No. [ Morgana gives a small, friendly smile back to the woman, at least to be polite ] I didn't know if someone I knew was here or not. It would seem that no one is.

[cetra]

[ Aerith nods, her smile growing more sympathetic. ]

I did the same, actually. I was a little disappointed when I didn't find anyone right off, but that just means I have a chance to meet someone new.

[ She tends to put a positive spin on things whenever possible. She would put her hand for a proper handshake but the cotton candy has made her fingers sticky. She wouldn't want to force someone to shake a sticky hand. ]

My name is Aerith. Have you been here very long?

[contrasted]

I have not, and I fear that there is no one familiar to me here either.

[ Which means that there is no one of hers here kidnapped, but also no one to help her return home ]

I am the Lady Morgana. You seem to not find this so troubling.

[cetra]

It's nice to meet you, Lady Morgana.

[ Aerith thinks she has a very beautiful name, and it's also very telling - most of the titles from her world involve President and etc. Nothing quite as noble sounding as Lady. ]

It is a little bit, but... [ She trails off for a moment, looking out over the crowd before smiling back at Morgana. ] I've just gotten used to it, I guess. It seems better to look for the positive right now.

[ Considering she's died in her world, being here isn't so bad. She misses her friends dearly, though. ]

[contrasted]

And you did so simply?

[ You must teach her how. Morgana has learned fear, and of the dangers that lurk - in the kingdom and for herself, and those like her. Of magic users. She's never wished what she is but she's always feared it, and now fears what would happen to her ]