Test Drive Meme!

[paradisamods]

TEST DRIVE MEME Welcome to the Test Drive Meme! Whether you're considering joining paradisa for the first time or you just want to test out a new muse, this is the place to do it. Only character journals allowed, please! Feel free to have your character roam any of the castle's rooms, grounds locations, or City Royale. Thanks for your interest, and have fun! Premise: You wake up in a giant, magical castle. Everything is beautiful and the castle grants material wishes. It also provides a magic journal to every resident that allows everyone to communicate with each other like a two-way radio.

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Whoo!

[mistconduct]

[He doesn't even go here! He'd apologize for the disturbance except disturbance is pretty much the definition of him.

At seeing Molotov in the flesh, Chris immediately and comically falters. Supervillain or not, he's still intimidated by beautiful women]

Hey, hey whoa. Back the fuck up. First, do not fucking tell me to shut up. I tell other people to shut up. No one tells me.

Second, what do you fucking mean not kidnapped? I'm clearly on some kind of roofies. No way did I just randomly wake up in what looks like goddamn Medieval Times Ren' Fest without drugs.

Third, who the fuck are you?

[molotov]

[Molotov sighs, like this is maybe some kind of huge burden, then stands up in her all her six-feet-in-heels glory and rounds the sofa to glower properly.

She's like a model, maybe, if models had eyepatches and perma-bitchfaces and kept their own bodies loaded up with weapons while reading old novels.]

First and third, I tell you to shut up, because I am Molotov fucking Cocktease, best mercenary in the western hemisphere and I have lived in this stupid castle for three years. So I am really not someone you want to fuck with.

Second, no one drugged you. If they had, they probably would have changed your clothes, because you look more stupid than most of the "villains" in my world, and that is saying something. This is Paradisa, and if you want to stop acting like a moron, I will tell you about it.

Or you can keep screaming and a bunch of bleeding heart, do-gooders will eventually come running down those stairs to knock you into next week. And none of them will have my patience, so.