monthly test drive!!

[nukeoleptic]

THE TEST DRIVE MEME

• Got a character you're thinking of reserving/apping this round? PUT THEM HERE! • Threads here can count as your third person sample! • Comment with your character's name and canon! • Make up your own scenario or have them walk into all the doors or leave it blank for others to do it for you! • OPTIONAL SCENARIO: After your character receives his or her bracelet and the run-down from the faceless maids in the castle, the first thing they realize upon stepping outside is that the city has been all but shut down for some sort of large festival. There are stalls set up along all of the main streets, selling everything from savory foods to desserts to clothes to trinkets, and the vendors cheerfully call at people as they pass, trying to entice them over. The stalls are all decked in incredibly colorful banners and flags, as if attempting to beat back the grayness still lurking in a lot of the city by sheer physical force. Small musical ensembles play on street corners, and one can't go far at all without nearly running into someone juggling or swallowing swords. Good luck finding your god's welcome house in this chaos - the streets are pretty packed with people just milling around! And have fun! ♥

Comments

[fuckinghatethat]

Waking up in strange places isn't exactly a new thing, but it always sucks whenever it happens. Doubly so, when she realizes that yes, she is without her brother. And that is always a bad thing. No matter how drunk he gets, no matter how sore or sick; he always manages to find his way back to their room. On the rare occasion he doesn't? Something has happened.

Something has always happened.

So maybe she doesn't give a rat's ass what the faceless, creepy-as-shit maid has to say. Maybe she's just glancing at the letter, the bracelet- and storming right out, readily expecting to see a semi-familiar town.

Not the cornucopia of festivals. Her scowl could turn a witch to cinders. Don't mind getting bowled over by a woman-on-a-mission, or anything. If you don't move? She will shove you out of the way before trying to maneuver around whatever obstacle is in her way. Outskirts. Town crier, the sheriff, the mayor, the boss, the pope- anyone who might be in charge.

[beforethewar]

If there's anything the Doctor is good at, it's two things: being distracted and being in a hurry. Today, he's both. It's been a chaotic few days, and he's spent it hustling from one place to the next. Because really, what needs to be said doesn't need to be broadcast over the bracelets.

And then, quite suddenly, he finds himself crashing to the ground on his back after being bowled over. "WOAH! Hey, careful!"

Eight pats himself down and stares up at the angry woman. She doesn't exactly look like someone he wants to piss off, so he says no more, waiting to see if she'll either respond or just keep going.

[fuckinghatethat]

Oops?

Not really. Then again, she's not a total jackass. So while she does kind of stop with a severely retracted eye roll, she'll at least turn to offer him a hand up before storming off again. She does feel kind of bad. She's just, you know. A woman on a mission. Shit to do, places to be, dumbass brothers to find.

"Sorry." Hey wait, maybe this guy can be useful, with his pretty eyes and feeble looking self. He looks fit to be an aristocrat, with or without the odd clothing choices.

"You haven't seen- his name's Hansel. Looks a little older than me, short hair, about yay-tall, wears a clockwork on his wrist?" And judging from her tone, it's urgent, even if she's still trying to be 'polite' about it.

[beforethewar]

"No, no need to be sorry. I wasn't exactly looking where I was going, either," Eight says with cheerful bemusement, taking the hand and dragging himself up off the ground.

He fastidiously brushes himself off with a "hmm", giving himself time to think about whether or not he's seen such a man. Nope. And the last few weeks had been so crazy that he hadn't met much of anyone besides his past and future selves, and their companions.

"I'm afraid I haven't seen anyone around here like that, miss...?"