assguardians | monthly test drive!!

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monthly test drive!!

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! ♥

Threaded | Flat

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.

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.

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.

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)

There's color everywhere, cheerful people smiling, music playing. Stall owners are waving items in the air and yelling in an attempt to get people to buy their goods. Yet there's one person attempting to tuck herself against the walls of the buildings. Trying to blend into the shadows while trying not to make herself stand out. Her speed is slow, browsing the wares for sell but she never lingered at any one of them for very long.

A man with a sword suddenly moved into Freya's path, causing her to instantly step back. Waiting for the accusation or the pointed end of the weapon to threaten her. But it doesn't come. Instead the man shifted his position and proceeded to slide the weapon down his throat until the hilt was nose-level. With a hint of a smile and a soft round of applause, she stepped around him.

She needed to keep moving, to escape the bustling crowd and find the house she'd been assigned to. It might not be safe but Freya would breath easier if she was out of sight of watchful eyes and quick hands. A nod of her head is given to one of the many bards playing on the corner. When she looked back to the path in front of her there was another man with his hand out asking her to dance.

"No, I couldn't." The quick, quiet reply is accompanied with a shake of her head. However he doesn't budge, insistent on a dance that Freya doesn't want to join. "Perhaps some other time."

The run down made him sick to his stomach, everything knotted tight as he thought about home. About Tris....

He took the bracelet and swallowed everything. Shoved down beneath a hard look and silence as he stalked out into the streets. Bright blues are alert, every inch of the crowd taken in.

It is chaotic, but not much different from the Dauntless. That should feel familiar, maybe comfort. Yet all it does is serve to remind him of what is left behind.

What he has to find a way home to. This can not be his home, escaping is no longer option. Not from the moment he helped her from that net.

Tobias was no coward and now there was a fight to be had. Someone to protect, long strides carry him through the streets

Edited 2013-06-25 00:13 (UTC)

[A young girl sits in the middle of the street. Yes, the middle, she's in everybody's way and she not only knows it, she doesn't care. She's in a foul, foul mood and her normal method of releasing her frustrations has been blocked to her.

So she sits, posture slumped, tapping the gemstone on her bracelet. Holoscreen goes on, holoscreen goes off. On. Off. On. Off. On. Off.]

Whoop-de-doo.

[Holoscreens. Not very useful when you're blind.]

[Usually, Anders is all for parties. But parties with lots of alcohol, maybe a bit of stronger stuffs and, the most important, pretty women. Not a festival with too bright colours, noisy people and a disgusting mix of food scents.]

So this is Asgard, uh ? Not quite the idea I had of it...

[There's a slight disappointment in his voice as he arranges the bracelet at his left wrist, making his way through the people. Good luck finding Loki's House, Anders ! Loki... Could it be more ironic ?

Anders finally stops in front of a particular stall, flashing a smile to the young girl serving the other patrons.] Hey, is it possible to have a beer here ?

(ooc: For those not familiar with the canon, Anders is the reincarnation of Bragi, the Norse god of poetry. And quite an jerk when he wants to.)

[Bustle and liveliness surrounds Rose as she steps out into the streets. Her clothing feels quite plain in comparison to the brightness. The sparkle borders on gaudy.

She carries on through the streets, tries to catalog some of the banners and flags she passes but in the end it's pointless and she allows herself a quiet smile to blend in - only a grump stands out at a festival - but it's really for the juggler who sent her a wink as he flicked one of his clubs up to balance on his nose.

She pauses to catch the tail end of a musical act, nods absently at the beat while keeping her eyes firmly on watch to spy any likely prospect for conversation.]

Edited 2013-06-27 07:55 (UTC)

[There is a 'blind' girl in a wheelchair trying not to get run over by the hustle and bustle. Something smells tasty...almost like something Lelouch or Milly would make. Maybe her friends are here?]

[But on the way to investigate she keeps almost bumping into people and stands and getting jostled off her path. Maybe she almost wheeled into you.]

I'm so sorry! Please excuse me!

Edited 2013-06-28 16:13 (UTC)

[The day already started out strange enough, but now walking out into the streets, still reeling after receiving some startling news, only to find some sort of festival going on? It's startling to say the least, not to mention almost unsettling in a way--already she's uneasy about this "Asgard," not trusting it at all, and walking out into such excitement and activity only feels to her like they're trying to sell that the place is good, that it's safe, and that she should stay.

At least it's a distraction, she tells herself. Keeps people focused on other things, not on her. She doesn't know that they would be, of course, but in the case that they would, this is better. All the noise and the movement makes it easier to sneak around unnoticed, and that's how CT ends up skulking along the edge of the street, ducking past performers, avoiding and/or ignoring vendors trying to sell her god knows what.

It's inevitable that she'll end up talking to people, she can see that already, but she'd at least like to keep to herself until she figures more out about the place. Still, the further along the street she gets, the more the crowd is getting to her, the more irritating it is to weave through clumps of people, which is already almost impossible as it is. Eventually, she finds herself huffing a frustrated sigh and glancing around for somewhere to sit, or to at least get out of the way until the streets clear a little. A bench is spotted not far off, and she makes a beeline for it, dropping down and sitting tensely as her eyes continue to dart around, taking in all the sights. She looks almost suspicious of everything, like at any moment it'll turn out to be something it doesn't appear to be, but there's a space on the bench next to her should anyone care to attempt a distraction for her.]

[ooc: hhhh I'm late at tagging into this but here goes nothing?]

She's in the enter of things, the festival well underway and people moving all around her. The smells of food rise up in the air and the sounds of chatter canbe heard everywhere. It's almost like the whole thing is alive, teeming with energy.

And then there was River.

Her hands shook, her body tense. She was in the middle of it all and yet..yet her mind was quiet, with only her own thoughts bouncing around. She still wasn't used to it, couldn't wrap her head around the idea that, she may not be fixed but she's better than she was.

She took a few shaking steps forward, starting out as a walk, then letting it bleed into a joyous dance.

You have got to be kidding me…

[Indoor voice? What is that? Likely anyone within a mile radius can hear her (or perhaps not quite so far). Anyway, one ginger woman is no longer indoors, but rather standing just outside the castle, staring at what seems to be some sort of festival.

Now, don't get her wrong, she likes festivals as much as the next person, but right here and now?

No, the worlds are getting all messed up, and she's as a festival. A bloody flipping festival. Crazy and strange had taken on a whole new meaning to her recently, but faceless maids, and you've been chosen or some insane nonsense like that.]

This is bonkers. I'm a temp from Chiswick, not some superhero! You idiots royally messed this one up!

[There comes a point where you've taken in too much new information to really be surprised by it. Jane hit that point some time after opening the communication device and transferred into "okay, let's go with it" mode. Asgard? Sure, okay, maybe she can find Thor somewhere. Dying worlds? That doesn't sound good, having to resort to drastic measure makes sense. Some kind of ability? That could be interesting. Weird, but interesting.

At some point, she'll actually process it, sit down and really let it register that she's stuck here now and doesn't entirely know what's expected of her. As she heads out into the festival, she's skipped processing and gone straight to "learn about all the things, sort the information out later". She's not even bothering to try and get to her housing, moving from stall to stall instead, letting the tide of the crowd or the sight of something new and interesting draw her this way and that.]

[Gaia doesn't look pleased as she walks into the festival. With everything that has happened recently, she doesn't feel like celebrating anything. And anyway, this just can't be real, right? It's already too much to have become a Norse Goddess, and now... Asgard?]

Alright! Ingrid? Olaf? Come out wherever you are! I know this is all your doing! Asgard? Did you really think I was going to fall for that? I'm not going to let this goddess thing take over my life!

[If you bump into Gaia, prepare to have her not believe anything you say...]

Edited 2013-07-05 12:49 (UTC)

Threaded | Flat

katherine pierce. the vampire diaries.

Charlotte "Chuck" Charles | Pushing Daisies

annabeth chase || percy jackson and the olympians

Alexandra Udinov | Nikita (CW)

elena gilbert | the vampire diaries

no subject

Harry Potter | Harry Potter

Charley Pollard | Doctor Who

Freya || Merlin BBC || Why am I doing this thing?

Tobias Eaton (Four) | Divergent Trilogy

Toph Bei Fong | Avatar: The Last Airbender

Anders Johnson | The Almighty Johnsons