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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! ♥

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The moment she exits the the main building, she's still trying to clean up the streaks of blood that were clinging to her fingertips. Elena's attempts to put her into her place were cute, but Elena had been outmatched and it was obvious. Her fingers push at the curls at the side of her face, trying to present herself in the best light considering she'd just been thrown around a high school hallway. Once she's outside she takes a deep breath in.

She's not expecting this. People. Far too many for it to be a trap that anyone set-up last minute. Katherine pushes her way across the crowd of people, trying not to knock into anyone (but not really caring if she does) and tries to get a better vantage point. She grabs the closest passer-byer and looks them dead in the eyes, she makes a direct demand of them, trying to get them to tell her who did this. They laugh at her and try to hand her a soft pretzel.

Huh.

Eh, it's salty at least. She breaks a piece of it off and tosses the rest to the ground, moving to try and find out whatever she can and hopefully avoid running into anyone she might know.

[ Exactly three hours, sixteen minutes, and forty-six seconds had passed since Charlotte Charles had found herself waking up, disoriented, in a place that most certainly was not and had never been her home. It had been two hours ago to the minute that she finally grew bored of arguing with the city guards, and half an hour since she had ultimately given up and begun exploring the city.

So far, she has been pleasantly surprised, drifting idly from stall to stall, trying to suss out the culture here. She is clearly both 1- lost and 2- new, but Lord help anyone if she sees his or her house bracelet -- she has a lot of questions, and is keeping an eye out for other travelers who might be able to answer them. ]

When Annabeth steps out from the castle, her first thought is if she can just backtrack. Maybe, maybe, if she can get back through the castle and back through that maid room, she can figure out what brought her here. How to take it back, because school is starting up for her soon. And as much as she'd like to be whisked away on some new quest by the gods, this is a little inconvenient. Plus, she was supposed to Iris message Percy later tonight, and if she doesn't get back...

Of course, these thoughts are then put on the back-burner by what looks like a festival of some kind? The stalls make her think of state fairs when she was a child, back in Virginia, but the people and the things they're selling are so different it's not even worth it. People brush by her without a thought and it's all Annabeth can do to avoid being trampled. Maybe, she thinks, if she can get someone from this festival to talk to her, she can figure out a way back home. It is this thought that sends her off - her head held high, her eyes turned forward, and that pieces of paper still clutched in her hand. Get answers and then get back home. That's the goal, here.

[It's likely that most of the people at the festival won't see Alex at all; even though she hasn't been on an assignment yet, she's been trained in the art of stealth, and her nondescript grey sweatsuit and tank top make her blend in almost seamlessly with the background when there's not a crowd to hide her.

With lithe, graceful movements, she darts from stall to stall, determined to find out what's going on here. Division have had her kidnapped and faked a teammate's death to trick her, so she knows they're not above drugging her and staging this whole fantasy to throw her off her guard; the scenario's a bit whimsical for Percy and Amanda, but she has to expect anything. Be ready for anything. She's once again cut off from Nikita, so it's all on her to break the code and get out of here alive.

Not only alive, but well enough not to be cancelled.

Are you watching the sidelines? Do you have sharp enough eyes to spy the grey ghost, maybe notice her curly ponytail flipping as she dodges around someone or feel a rush of air as she passes?]

Elena pauses in the doorway of the main building, hand on the frame. She was still processing what the maid had told her about bringing life to the world and expected to see a desolate, barren place outside the doors. She expected to find suffering. But instead, she finds a festival. She frowns, glancing behind herself, and tries to make the math work. Unfortunately no matter how she crunches the numbers, two and two does not make five even if there's no denying that there appears to be some kind of celebration going on.

Elena steps into the crowd, determined to navigate her way to where she's supposed to be staying. Business first, fun later. That seems to be defining her life more and more every day. It's hard to believe there was a point in her life where she didn't have to worry about whether or not her family or friends would be okay. It's almost like that life belonged to another girl that Elena knew for just a little while before they drifted apart. But she's not entirely evaporated. Before too long, the allure of all the sights and sounds catches Elena's attention and she sets aside trying to find where the maid told her to go. She almost tries to justify it - she needs to see if there's anyone she recognizes and, if not, at least make a friend or two. But Elena quickly realizes the truth is that she just wants to listen to some music and eat some cotton candy. She wants just a normal abnormal day.

And damn it, she's going to do just that.

Erica isn't thrilled with the large crowd, but she's having fun regardless. She's trying to track down Isaac, since she lost him in the crowd. He's tall though. A beacon rising through the people and she figures she can spot him easily and then catch up. She's got a glow bracelet that keeps threatening to fall off her wrist and when she looks down to refasten the clear loop, she doesn't realize she's walking into someone.

Honestly. Honestly, she needs to learn to stop when she can't watch where she's walking.

"Oh!" Mildly embarrassed and trying to get herself away from the girl so that she doesn't further step on her, she smiles. "I walked right into you. Are you okay?"

Edited (rage. html.) 2013-06-21 00:41 (UTC)

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.

Erica managed to bump into Elena's back, but Elena had been able to catch her balance before she toppled over or lost her cotton candy. She turns and - after seeing that Erica herself seemed okay if embarrassed - spots the glow bracelet responsible for the collision.

"I'm fine," she says, holding the bracelet out to the girl with a small smile. "But I think you dropped this."

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.

Erica takes a breath and smiles, taking the bracelet back from her. "Thanks, I can't get it to stay looped. These little plastic pieces aren't the highest quality, I guess."

She tries to tuck it together again, fiddling with it, but then she just holds onto it. "I started out with five of them, but they keep falling off."

Elena watches her struggle to get the bracelet back on before she settles with just holding it. "The necklaces are worse. They don't just fall off, but they can sometimes pinch your hair." She motions to the bracelet. "I can try to get it, if you want."

Elena does have the advantage of being able to use both her hands without having to severely dislocate her wrist.

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.

The truth is, he's not very surprised.

Oh, yes, some of it is a little surprising. A different world, a different war, being chosen for all of that—that part is very surprising. And even then, it's not as surprising as it could be. Seven years of familiarity with being called The Chosen One wore him down on that, along with all the other titles. The Boy Who Lived. The Boy Who ... well, fill it in, and he's certain he's heard it somewhere.

(Sometimes, it was a little tiring, actually.)

After everything he's gone through, he's not surprised that it isn't over. That, he realizes, is in large part why he takes it all in stride. There was that tiny glimmer of hope that things would be different. The battle had just ended, and though he knew the world he lived in would have to rebuild and change in the wake of what just happened, it wasn't the same as another war, another purpose.

If he were someone else, he realizes he would be angry. Some part of him does feel mild frustration at it all. It isn't that he minds helping, but he's tired. Above all other things, he's tired.

When Harry steps out, he feels some relief at his surroundings. The amount of people about is disorienting, but his mind had gone to dark places when he first read that letter. He hadn't expected good things. But there are people here and though he's uncertain, it does seem to be some kind of festival. Somehow, people are smiling. If they can do that, then there is some hope.

(His fear, he realizes, comes from the same place where he recognizes that he's tired. He's tired of seeing his friends in pain, in losing more people, and understanding that there will be more and more costs. Quite frankly, he's very tired of understanding that.)

But—yes, isn't he meant to go somewhere? Harry tries to look past the crowds with little success. He sets his jaw and tires to find a way, but eventually gives up, easing off and hoping that someone will see that he looks rather desperately ... lost. And without his magic, he imagines that will be the case for some time.

"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...?"

Strange places with interesting goings-on were definitely old hat to Charlotte Pollard, Edwardian Adventuress. Even if she wasn't Edwardian in the least. It sounded rather fancy and she liked it well enough. So really, she shouldn't be nervous at all at the strange state of affairs she's found herself in. And for the most part, she isn't - the Doctor always shows up sooner or later, whether he's rescuing her or the other way around.

It'd just be somewhat less worrying if she had any indication that the Doctor or C'rizz were anywhere to be found.

Still, it's no use sitting around working herself into a state, and when she steps outside and realises there's some sort of festival going on that will make finding her way quite difficult, she decides that clearly the only thing to do is to get herself in the middle of it. After all, if the Doctor's going to be anywhere on this planet, it's probably where the action is. And anyway, it looks as though they have stalls selling what looks like meat pasties, she can probably sweet-talk one out of the vendor if she puts her mind to it.

Which she does, quite charmingly if she says so herself.

"I normally wouldn't ask, but I've only just arrived, you see, and I haven't yet got any... what was the currency again, runes?" she waves a hand and continues. "Anyway, those look just terribly delicious, it's only that I can't pay you just now. But if you've a store in the city, I'd be more than happy to come by and pay for it later!"

Edited 2013-06-23 23:17 (UTC)

In the month Percy had been in Asgard he could say without a doubt that it was sort of-- in a lot of ways-- nice. Maybe they recently had gone into battle, but compared to running for his life every day being able to sleep in a normal bed most of the time was a step up. Especially when the people he talked to said they didn't always get into that kind of thing, despite the situation. On the flip side, however, it also meant that he got really, really restless.

He should look for a job. Or something. Going to the Citadel every day only did so much and he was pretty sure his bathroom mate got tired of weird noises at all times of the night. Staying cooped up in the room all day was also not a plan which was what found the boy out on the streets. He'd been there every day since the festival started and while some of the activities was getting boring he still found things to do.

He'd just stopped staring perplexed at the man swallowing swords and was walking away when he bumped into someone. "Oh, sorr--" his voice cut off when he turned his head to give a give a cursory glance to the person he bumped into, "Annabeth?"

Eight spends much of his time either browsing the trinket booths for something unusual, or humming along with the musicians, wishing he'd remembered to bring his violin so he could join in. Still, all-in-all, he is quite enjoying himself. It even manages to somewhat lift his mood from recent events.

Weaving his way through the crowd toward the row of food booths, he suddenly stops dead in his tracks as a familiar voice reaches his ears. A voice he hasn't heard in years. And then...there's a flash of blonde hair amid the slightly duller hues of the Natives. Charley? he mouths soundlessly, his breath too caught in his throat to actually say anything. It's all he can do to make his feet move again, and he's heading her way.

By the time he's right behind her, he's fished out a few runes and reaches out around Charley towards the vendor, his voice quiet. "Will this be enough?"

Charley almost jumps when the arm reaches around her, but travelling with the Doctor, well, he doesn't have the best sense of personal space sometimes. You get a bit used to it. And she's about to turn to either berate someone for cutting around her or thank them for their generosity, whichever turns out to be the case, when he speaks.

Then she does whirl around, a relieved grin on her face. "Doctor! I was so worried, I didn't know where you and C'rizz had gotten off t-- good heavens, what have you done to your hair?

There's no response immediately as Eight just stares down at her, taking in her presence with a look of astonished awe in his eyes. That is, before he realizes she actually asked him a question.

Eight blinks a few times and shakes his head. "I cut it recently, but..."

He then takes the pasty from the vendor in one hand, grabbing her hand in the other, and starts leading her through the crowd to a quiet bench to sit and talk. They had a lot to talk about.

"Tell me, Charley, what do you remember last? Before you arrived here in Asgard, that is."

"I'm not complaining, mind," Charley says, almost under her breath. "You did have a bit of a mop before."

The question about what she remembers is, frankly, a bit too familiar for her tastes. They really need to stop getting in scrapes where they have memory loss or things get muddled.

"That... mess on the blue planet, of course. Keep and Guidance and Rassilon and all that." She very pointedly and (she thinks) politely declines from mentioning Perfection. "Have you forgotten, Doctor? I have to say, you really need to stop this amnesia business, it's getting a bit old hat, don't you think?"

She will have that pasty in her free hand, by the way - she really is hungry.

Oh, yes. That. He almost scowls at the memory, until Charley brings up the amnesia and it startles a laugh out of him.

"No, no, Charley. Not amnesia -- which, yes, does get a bit old. I'm afraid that you and I didn't come here from the same point in our timeline."

Eight rubs the back of his neck as she eats, trying to decide how to put this, and decides to just go with the unvarnished truth. "You see, for me, that was a long time ago. A very long time."

Edited 2013-06-24 02:08 (UTC)

She doesn't recognize him -- why would she? Sure, she's heard Draco talk (what seems like endlessly) about Harry, but she's never really expected him to show up, and she certainly doesn't know enough about him to recognize his face on the spot. She is able to figure out that he seems lost as hell, though, and that sort of thing happens every ten or eleven days: people wandering from the castle in the center of the city and desperately trying to gather her bearings.

Jade has a dripping cone of ice cream in her hand and a leash attached to the collar of a incredibly excited German Shepherd wrapped around her wrist as she approaches. Her own fluffy white dog ears are perked; she's doing her best to seem friendly but not threatening.

"Hey! Um - sorry if this is rude. Are you new?"

Edited 2013-06-24 02:12 (UTC)

"Oh. Oh, I see." Charley takes a moment to process that little tidbit. It's difficult to say how long the Doctor means when he says "a very long time". For a human, that would mean oh, 20 or 30 years, probably? Perhaps more if you were quite old, or less if you were closer to her age. But for the Doctor, well, "a very long time" could be twice that, ten times that without difficulty.

Long enough that she's... probably not knocking about with him anymore. It shouldn't hurt, it's not as though she thought she'd live forever, she is still human after all. But there are more lines around his eyes than she remembers, now that she looks closely, and she wonders if there was anyone after her to keep him from getting bleak and maudlin.

"Well," she says after a long moment. "Then this is practically business as usual for me, and an especially nice treat for you, isn't it? Good reminder of old times! Well, even if that particular incident wasn't exactly a romp in the countryside." She smiles up at him a little and squeezes his hand.

"Although," she says a moment later with a frown, "does that mean that you - you from my point in the timeline, I mean - actually isn't here? I wouldn't fuss, only I can anticipate a bit of trouble fixing this whole... war situation with you and then trying to get me back to my proper point in your timeline without making a mess of things."

It had worked! Relief immediately floods Harry's face as Jade approaches him, though he does notice a her ears and stares at them rudely for a second. Just a second. He's been around animaguses, so this isn't that weird—but it is still a first to some degree. He forces himself to break away from looking at the ears on her head and instead looking down at the dog.

The dog, of course, is rather large, but not as strange. That's safe, at least.

"Yes, yes I am," he says finally, having gained his bearings and chosen something to look at that wouldn't make him look like a proper creep. "I'm new and ..." He looks out toward the area. "It's rather busy, you see. They left this part out of things." And again, without his magic ... but he doesn't add that. Despite all the times he's been on newspapers, the girl doesn't seem to recognize him. That's very much welcomed considering the circumstances, but it is a touch surprising considering he was chosen at all.

"Though I can't expect them to be very helpful. They never asked my permission in the first place." Ah, maybe that's a little harsh and a little much. He wipes his hands down his sides and hesitates. "Er, sorry. I mean—I'm lost. If you're willing to help, I'd appreciate it."

Edited 2013-06-24 02:28 (UTC)

He finishes talking and Jade just sort of grins, nodding at him. "Oh, you don't have to apologize to me, they didn't ask my permission either. Really boneheaded way to go about it, if you ask me, but I think we already established that they don't care."

She hesitates, trying to figure out a way to juggle the leash and the ice cream so that she can offer her hand to shake, and finally seems to realize that she simply can't.

"I'm Jade, by the way. Um- which House are you in? Do you know? Or - let me see the color of the stone on the bracelet, I can figure out from that, too!" He friendliness seems earnest, at the very least.

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/squeals just a little

I got home and stared at this for a couple minutes just WARBLING INCOHERENTLY omg.

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