Test Drive 1

[concierge]

Welcome to All Inclusive's test drive! Anyone is welcome!

Guidelines

• Please make sure you are familiar with how we play and what characters are allowed before participating.


• Writing should be in para/prose just like in the main game. That means no brackets, no asterisks, etc. No network posts, please.


• No anonymous comments.


• We very strongly suggest NOT writing your character's first time at the Nexus, but rather a random scenario once they've gotten more used to the idea of the place. The shock and surprise of new arrivals and subsequent info dump by whomever meets them tends to be one note.


• Entries to the test drive may be of any length. However, if your intro (top-level) comment is of normal post length and you are proud of the quality, you may use it as an example on your application.


• Feel free to tag around the meme with any character you already play or are considering, even if they don't have their own intro comment.


• If your character is accepted into the game and you have permission from the other involved players, you may consider test drive threads as game canon. You may also linkdrop them to the main community if you choose.


• Please use the header below for your intro/top-level comment.

Header

<b>Name:</b> <b>Canon:</b> <b>Location:</b>

Name: The character's name
Canon: The character's canon
Location: Choose: Somewhere in the hotel or grounds or through a door

Comments

[somanyopinions]

Paused there in the hall, Anne opened her mouth but then faltered, her expression going pinched as she glanced around them. They were alone but still she felt terribly exposed. Seizing Aramis' hand, she drew him swiftly to the end of the corridor where she opened an ivory-colored door with a golden 'A' wrought into the wood instead of a number.

"I apologize for the abruptness," she said once she'd closed the door behind them and fastened the lock. "Even here I can't help but wonder who is lurking and listening."

The room was vast and gilded, much like her rooms at home, with a canopied bed at the far end and a sitting area nearer the door. She clasped hold of Aramis' hand again and drew him inside.

"I am not 37," she explained, brow furrowed as she looked up at him. "And I lost only one child, not four. This book— This history, it is accurate in accounting everything else of my life. Yet it says that I was so long in becoming pregnant that all hope for an heir was lost, so much so that the conception was considered a miracle from God."

[averygoodshot]

Holding her hand between his, Aramis's first impulse is to sooth her, to sooth away the the consternation on her face.

"Are you sure it purports to be a history and not to be a fiction of some sort?" he asks carefully, not wishing to upset her further. "... perhaps they got the facts wrong."

[somanyopinions]

"Perhaps," Anne allowed. Her understanding of this place was so limited, it wasn't beyond the realm of reason that she had been mistaken. Yet she could not quiet the part of her that felt certain her conclusions were correct.

"Have we changed things, Aramis?" she quietly asked him. "Have we altered God's plan?"

[averygoodshot]

With a sigh, Aramis meets her gaze. "I do not know. But," he adds, in great solemnity, "I would like to think that our God would not begrudge us of our love."

Of that, he is certain, even if there is so little else that can be sure.

[somanyopinions]

The worry was not entirely dispatched, but Anne smiled fondly nonetheless, reaching to place her free hand atop his. "This is why I need you around. To remind me when I've become irrational."

[averygoodshot]

"I will happily provide what I can, your Highness," Aramis replied warmly as well. "Be it reason or company or more."

[somanyopinions]

Anne found herself again leaning in towards Aramis, drawn by the warmth of his body, her gaze falling to his mouth.

"I do not know what this place is, but I am grateful for its refuge," she murmured, but had only barely brushed her lips against his when she recalled their reason for coming upstairs and reared back again.

"Your gift," she reminded him, index finger held up begging him to wait, and then turned and hurried to a door across the room, skirts rustling as she went.

"I will be only be a moment," she said, and withdrew from her pocket a heavy key on a length of pale blue ribbon.

[averygoodshot]

The word wait is on the tip of his tongue, but she is moving. He touches his mouth, feeling the memory of her kiss.

He must be patient, it seems, in the hope of taking advantage of the refuge of this place for more of such kisses.

[somanyopinions]

After unlocking the door, Anne disappeared within for several minutes and then quietly slipped back into the room, a blanket-wrapped bundle held carefully in the crook of her arm. Despite still being uncertain of the necessity, she took care to lock the door after her return, and then turned, smiling across the room at Aramis.

"Luckily he was not sleeping," she said, stepping slowly forward. "Marguerite fusses when I wake him."

[averygoodshot]

Ah, Marguerite. Perhaps they would talk of Marguerite. Perhaps they would not. As it is, Aramis's face lights up as he comes closer to see his son. He gently pushes the blanket away from the boy's face and smiles at him. "Hello," he tells him head cocked, letting him catch one of his fingers in a tiny hand. Such love he feels in this moment as he looks between Anne and the baby.