TEST DRIVE MEME: APRIL APP AROUND EDITION

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THE TEST DRIVE MEME

• Got a character you're thinking of reserving/apping next round? PUT THEM HERE! • Threads here can count as your third person sample! • Comment with your character's name and canon! • This is open to everyone! Also, test drivers can tag other test drivers. :) • You're never late! This doesn't "close" until next month's opens. • Make up your own scenario or have them walk into all the doors or leave it blank for others to do it for you! Reserves are here, and open on March 30th at 12:01AM CST. Application information (including the list of pending apps) is here, and they open on April 6th at 12:01AM CST. OPTIONAL SCENARIO: After your character receives his or her bracelet and the run-down from the faceless maids in the castle, they walk out into the city to find it in a caught in a series of small earthquakes. They are neither consistent nor severe, but quiet tremors seem to have been shaking the city all day. Some are spaced minutes apart, while the city rests for hours between others. While there seems to be no serious structural damage, some of the city's Natives can be found outside, trying to reinforce windows and right their overturned chairs and tables. Watch your step, or maybe even try to help out - they look like they'd appreciate it! Make sure to have fun, and as always, feel free to hit the mods or players up with any questions you might have! ♥

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Margaret Houlihan | M*A*S*H - I have no idea what I'm doing

[hotlips]

[She's stands there in the middle of the street for a long moment taking it all in as the ground rumbles and people who aren't Korean, who aren't Army, hell, who aren't even from her own planet scatter like leaves to right pots and carts. Oh, she's got her head on, firmly, and a field kit on her shoulder, but her lips are thin, and while she's present, she's not fine.

She's not fine about any of this, but like hell she's going to show it. Instead, she pulls herself together and helps a mother - ostensibly by freeing her hands of her child - so the woman can right her cart. Gods and wars wars be damned, the lot of them. She shakes her head, frowning, as her small charge starts to bawl.]

Believe me [her voice is dry and she bounces the child gently] I know what you mean. I'm out a three day pass to Tokyo.

[stilledsurgeon]

[A crying child. That's always going to get Hawkeye's attention. Not that he truly expected that the person holding the little one would be...Margaret.

He stops in his tracks and stares for a little while, only to be shaken out of his shock by another tremor. A hand against a nearby wall keeps him from toppling over, and then helps propel him forward to grab hold of Margaret and the baby to keep them from falling over.

Hawk's voice is tinged with false amusement, and he manages a small smile.]

Hi, Margaret. Welcome to the party. Looks like your dance card's already filled.

[hotlips]

[He wasn't what she was expecting. What was she thinking? None of this was expected, it was like expecting...snow in hottest part of a Korean summer. For a good long while all she could do was stare at him in that split second before the quake hit. Her fingers caught his arm in surprise as much as for stability.]

As far as parties go, I was hoping for something entirely different preferably involving a bathtub in Tokyo.

[The soft laugh of disbelief shook free a second later. He's familiar in a way nothing is and it almost hurts. The Native taps her arm, taking the little boy from her with a nod and a muted thanks, freeing Margaret to-- To what? Find a smart crack, if she can scramble for it. Margaret does her best to put a less bewildered expression on her face, but it says enough that she doesn't quite let go.]

This isn't Tokyo, Pierce, not by a long shot.

[stilledsurgeon]

[Hawk looks around like in mock surprise.]

It's not? And here I just thought they redecorated.

[He smiles down at her, trying to be a relaxing presence. Very few people know Margaret like he does, and one thing he knows is when she's trying very hard not to go into hysterics.]

Relax, Margaret, you've just found yourself in another war. On the bright side, it's one with a lot better accommodations.

[hotlips]

Very Swiss Tokyo.

[She lets out something that's fairly close to a smothered laugh and glances skyward. Some things never really change. Take a wisecrack out of one war, throw him into another with entirely different rules and he just keeps on cracking. Then again, his sense of humor has always been a treat -- even when she's the butt of it. The tactic works far better than she might have thought, but she takes a moment anyway.]

Anything's better than a tent, though I might prefer that the ground stop shaking. [A smile gathers at the corners of her lips.] Leave a martini along long enough around here and it could mix itself.

[stilledsurgeon]

Yeah, this is a little weird. It doesn't usually shake like this. Should stop after a while.

[The continued worsening of the situation worries him, but he tries not to think too hard about that. Instead, he snatches up her wrist to look at her bracelet.]

Now then, Margaret, let's see which of these gods has taken a shine to you.

[hotlips]

[That last bit gets a snort from her and a shake of her head. Her gem says she belongs to Heimdall, and she's really not sure about that at all. Margaret lets him examine it without any fuss, honestly, she's still getting used to the line of quaint houses that look like they were really ripped from somewhere in Amsterdam. And the low rumble of a small aftershock.]

Heimdall [she says almost flatly] whoever that is. And what am I supposed to do with a god power? [It was insane, really. Powers. She was a head nurse, the only power she had was sheer commanding presence. It was the only thing she needed, too.] It sounds ridiculous.

[If she was being honest, the panic was giving way to just plain anger. How dare they rip her away from her own world with its own rules and throw her here? It was absurd.]

[stilledsurgeon]

Oh, come on, Margaret! You're an army brat. What else do you do with a tool you've been given for a war? Thankfully for me, I got the kind of tool that would help me with what I already know to do.

[He holds his hands out in front of him and wiggles his fingers with a grin.]

If only Father Mulcahy can see me now, with my laying on of hands. He might bite right through his rosary.

[hotlips]

[How could she not laugh? The Father probably would bite straight through his rosary at all of this.]

Well. The only thing to do about it is learn how to use it and hope it'll make a difference. [she eyes him for a long moment.] How long have you been here?

[And honestly, if Pierce is still here then getting home isn't as easy as "You've made a terrible mistake, now send me home."]

[stilledsurgeon]

Exactly. Some tools are more useful than others, but you do what you can. And knowing you, you'll do a hell of a job with whatever you've got.

[His smile is fond, gentle. Knowing her, she'll have the whole city whipped into shape.]

Oh, well, the calendar's a bit different around here, but I think... maybe two, three months?

[hotlips]

[She lets out a long sigh and rubs her eyes.]

Well, going home's not an option, if you've been here that long. I could just about kill for a good cup of coffee. [And this place is certainly no Korea.]

[stilledsurgeon]

Nope. Not until the war's over or they lose their grip on you by accident. For being "gods", they're not very good at holding onto people when they want to.

Ah! Now that is something this war has over the sludge they served back home. No road kill du jour for us. There's decent food and decent coffee. C'mon.

[Hawkeye tugs her by the arm down the road towards a little cafe.]

[hotlips]

[It takes her a moment to comprehend what he's saying, but the tug gets her going.]

That's two things that just might make this place bearable. How good is the coffee? [Because there's good coffee and then there's good coffee -- the kind you can sit and sip with the sun coming through the window on a cool Spring morning and-- She mentally shakes herself. Not too long before she finds out, at any rate.]

[stilledsurgeon]

Enough to make the coffee back home seem like mud. [He pauses, shaking his head.] No, that's not right. The coffee at home already seemed like mud. It's just good. You'll have to take my word for it.

[He opens the door for her and motions for her to head in first, then directs her to a nice table. Not near the window. Not today, at least. With all the shaking, he didn't want to risk sitting by it if the window shattered.

Hawk orders two coffees and looks across the little table at her, taking in her features with a content smile.]

It's been far too long since I've seen anyone from home. It really is good to see you, Margaret.

[hotlips]

[She gives him a good long look and believes him mostly because he's not got a joke on him about it. That and it's in his eyes more than she's used to seeing. A few months in this strange place with no one from home -- that would do it. Margaret just nods. He's...quieter, maybe that's it. Maybe there'd been a time where seeing his face set her teeth on edge, but now, not so much.

Now she just-- She wondered if he was okay.]

Well. [Margaret nodded again, decisively.] I'm glad there's something good about this besides the coffee. [Look at her, making a joke.]