DECEMBER 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! • This is open to everyone! Also, test drivers can tag other test drivers. :) • 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 November 24th at 12:01AM CST. Application information (including the list of pending apps) is here, and they open on December 1st 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 to find the city blanketed with snow and in the middle of what seems to be a snowball war organized by the Native children! Be careful on your way to your Welcome House: snowballs are flying, and these groups of giggling kids don't seem to care who gets caught in the crossfire. Make sure to have fun, and as always, feel free to hit the mods or players up with any questions you might have! ♥

Comments

OMFG

[slugly]

[are they friends lmfao

WELL. Why not. Naruto seems to have been here for an extended amount of time (HOW IS THAT POSSIBLE SHE JUST SAW HIM?? DOES THAT MEAN HER BODY STILL EXISTS OUT THERE AND SHE'S JUST ANOTHER PROJECTION OF HERSELF IN A DIFFERENT REALITY HOW IS THAT EVEN...POSSIBLE) that he seems to have a general idea about this place.

Plus, she can't deny that not having to fight for her life for a moment in exchange for watching Naruto make ramen would be nice]

Sure. [NO DATES THO.]

--If you tell me what's so bad about Thor.

:3cccc

[slugly]

[If he plays his cards right...]

Compared to what's going on at home.

[and there's really SO MUCH she wants to ask about home and his choices and why he wants to be Hokage but this doesn't feel like the right time]

[nukeoleptic]

No, that's just the one that I've heard most. 'Merlin's beard!' It's a pretty excellent curse, I think. [ Though it does seem sort of silly to her -- Merlin is here, after all, and she's not sure she's ever seen him with a beard. ]

Sorry, by the way, seriously I wasn't trying to actually knock you off the wall. I was mostly just trying to spook you a little bit for that snowball. I am getting pretty tired of those.

=D

[kuramaless]

[Hardly. Something about Snape being pissed off that there were condoms in the bathroom bin.

Naruto knows a whole bunch of stuff that isn't actually helpful to anyone except those maybe looking for a good place to eat ramen, and maybe cupcakes.

The peace is good though. Whilst it lasts, because it doesn't.]

Alright.

Ah--

There's nothin' wrong with Thor.

[sharingone]

Yeah.

[Which reminds him. One of his favourite Asgard hobbies happens to be shooting down any grand ideas that the Gods are doing them a favour or that they actually belong here. That this is their problem.]

They keep harping on about how we can't go back until we win this war for them. But nothing's happening. [He says that NOW..]

[slugly]

[HERE WE GO.

Sakura had been thinking about this a lot in her walk from that nicely decorated grey room to the outside. It's not their problem but if it WAS real then even if they defeated Obito and Madara and saved the world, they had this problem too.]

That prophecy. Do you think it's true?

[sssiiiiirrrrr]

For one, horrible moment, Horatio thinks that somehow Bush has managed to simply forget their time of service together (It could happen. Everything else about this place is completely surreal, so why not that as well?) before the Doctor introduces himself. Then comes... just bemusement really.

Horatio resists the urge to squint as he studies the Doctor's face. There's nothing for it, the man looks identical to William Bush. Every line of his face, every curve of his features exactly the same.

"Forgive me. Lieutenant Horatio Hornblower, at your service, Sir. I served alongside Mr William Bush on board the Renown some months ago and I would assure you that I hold him in the very highest regards."

And the Doctor needs to know this, because the Doctor is clearly related to him. Probably his brother. There's no other explanation.

[slugly]

[sdlgkjsldkgjldskj SPITS

...cupcakes are good]

Really?

[DOESN'T BELIEVE HIM]

oh my god OH MY GOD ooc tho

[redhourglass]

[ ooc: I thought we should figure out whether he'll know her yet - probably not since your intro sounds like his canon point is post Captain America (1)? ]

Re: Bran Stark | asoiaf: A Clash of Kings

[lt_blade]

[The shout got her attention, pulling her away from one of the shops. Snape was able to donate supplies for the students, but taking a job teaching science meant she still needed her own office supplies.]

[For a moment, she wonders why the boy is sitting on the ice ground, but then she takes a look at his legs and she knows why. Having been on so many assignments for the army and to so many bases, she knows the look of one who's nearly lost his legs. The fact that it was a boy and not an adult (or even a young adult) made it stick even more.]

Believe it or not, their help's better than just sitting around in the snow. [His wasn't the only temper flare she's been witnessed to. In her experience, the best course of action was to let it burn out and go from there.]

[twobells]

[Suuuure it was.]

You could have ended up in Thor's house with super strength.

[And he does not want to get hit by that.]

[slugly]

[...... heh]

I don't know about the super strength anymore.

[but really she just gave it a normal throw

for sakura]

oh that hannibal

[infomodder]

[Like a parent with a child, Will's pride and outright joy is obvious. Sure, a dog he trains who behaves well reflects good on him, and that's always a pleasant thing for him, to feel good about something he did that didn't damn near destroy his brain throughout the process. He sees a good job and he sees himself being congratulated, but he sees more than that. He sees a dog that's not in pain, that's being fed and sheltered and adored, and he sees it reacting to that love in a way that spreads its own sort of love. He instills as much love as he can into each and every dog, and the smiles they can bring out by being well behaved and doing something as simple as a shake, well. It tells him more than "good job with that training, weirdo." It tells him that the dog in question is happy and that's really all he could ask for.

...aside from one person in particular returning his affections, but he can't have the world. Especially not inside a "hospital" cell.

Which he was really not thinking about until Sirius goes off about crime-fighting and mystery-solving. It's a joke. He knows it's a joke. There's no special temporary badge on his jacket, there's no blinking neon sign that declares his former profession. It wipes the smile, rare and genuine thing that it is, right off his face, and he finds himself frowning without meaning to.

Frowning is really one of Will's specialties. They don't teach frowning like this in acting school. It's all au naturel. It's impossible to stop, and he doesn't realize it until he's stricken with the urge to stick his own hand out for a shake. There are treats in his pocket, treats she would ordinarily get, yes. Just not after he realizes he's probably made a face that would do better on a statue at a religious juvenile detention center.

At a joke.]

Yeah, nice to. [He's off balance, which is nothing new. He's still recovering from his brain being inflamed. But that's not something to tell on the first date. Not in that depth.] Sorry, sorry, wow. That's. That's actually what I did back home, you caught me a little off guard. Not the daring-do, but the, the crime-fighting. Mystery-solving. [A glance down at cute little Sam. Not with a dog by his side, but what had he done? He'd given the villain of his story free access to them. Had him feed them, probably pet them, play with them. No, he hadn't taken his dogs in the field, but he'd effectively done as much the moment he didn't think about things that rhymed with—] Dogs stayed at home. You can't, there's no "bring your pets to work day" at a crime lab or in the classroom. [Unless it's Hogwarts, where you have to bring a pet. Right up Will's alley, until he gets kicked out of Potions for bringing all six of his dogs. But they deliver messages, so what if it takes the five times longer than owls! They still get them! Don't be like that!] Are, are you in Loki? They, there's. Tele. Mind reading there. With the. Hearing things. In people's heads. Thoughts.

[That's not how it works, but fuck that. Everything in Asgard is completely unheard of to Will. He can heal things. People can make fire and ice and other stuff that's straight out of movies and science fiction and fantasy. Will Graham is here to give people feelings that pump them full of color. So what if Will wasn't actively thinking about his murder business! Maybe this guy's just a tele...whatever!...back home and is good with it!

SO WHAT IF WILL GRAHAM IS BAD WITH JOKES AND ENDS UP NOT TALKING LIKE A REGULAR PERSON SO WHAT!!!]

[couldfindapen]

Have a nice day. [He says that so brightly and cheerfully, that he hopes she's just going to walk away before he mumbles the retort he really wants to say under his breath.] See if I ever save you from drowning again...

[canmakemore]

[She hasn't gotten far enough away to miss that. She turns, the look on her face somewhere between curious and wary.]

Mi scusi?

[couldfindapen]

[Clay, naturally, looks over in the direction it came from when the snowball hits him in the chest.

He doesn't even know why he's so shocked considering there's probably all kinds of unneeded garbage code from every historical figure he's met around here, but for some reason, seeing Ezio makes his head spin.

Maybe because he never really gets to see Ezio, so this angle is a little weird. Weird enough to stop throwing snowballs and stare. Stare for a very, very long time. Intently, even.]

[brokenwolf]

[A face he never thought he'd see again; a voice he never thought he'd hear again. It was almost heartbreaking. Almost. If not for the twinge of anger in him. It was such a natural reaction these days, this anger inside of him. He was angry at everyone and everything, especially his brother for leaving like he did.

No. He couldn't think about that right now. There was too much going on to think about his anger towards his brother. Right now his brother was there, someone he knew in this weird place, and that was comforting.]

Robb! Robb, you're here! [In that moment of excitement, he thought of pushing himself up, but he knew that he couldn't. He couldn't do anything. Instead, he just looked like a fool as he reached up, like a babe to its mother.]

[brokenwolf]

[Sorry! He's never seen a troll before, so he just automatically thinks she's some kind of demon, so something of that nature.]

Wh-what are you?! [Try as he might, he can't actually get away though. Not unless he rolls around in the snow.]

[infomodder]

[There has been an abundance of snowballs being thrown, Will has seen. He's been on the receiving end twice, which is more reason to stay inside, even if his room isn't as big as his house and he's living with other people. Even if there's a limit on how many dogs he can have and he has to share a bathroom. Holing up is preferable to that sort of that, and staying miserable in bed is easier when it's so damn cold out.

Fortunately, he's found that people throw less of them his way when he's out with the biggest dog of his collection, a mutt that comes up just past his knees. She has a narrow snout with very dark eyes and a color scheme that, he assumes, comes across as threatening. Whatever the case, he hasn't had any issue whenever he chooses her for his outings, so she gets top priority when he has to go long distances. He tends to keep his head down, honestly, but keeping it down too much makes him look suspicious. He's not good socially, but he knows basic cues. Guy who looks down the entire time he walks with a dog by his side? Something's wrong.

When he looks up this time, however, he must look a little suspicious. He stops immediately, almost like he's run into some invisible wall. The dog stops, sits, and eventually starts to groom herself, that's how long he's stiffly frozen right in place, and it has nothing to do with the weather. He sees her. He remembers her. He sees antlers, a swarm of flies scattering, he sees hunting, he sees a mangled version of a stag, he sees, he sees, he sees her. That last time he saw her, he can't remember. For that, just like with everything else involving Abigail Hobbs, there's guilt.

And with Abigail Hobbs, there's also Hannibal. Her fathers, he'd said. He felt obligated, yes. He'd bought her things and reconsidered, found them as inappropriate at students clapping at him bringing a serial killer down. Poorly timed. Ill-fitting. The only thing that fit was one man's mask, his skin suit, and eventually it unraveled Will while staying completely stitched up.

But Will is better now, or getting there. The Abigail Hobbs he sees has two ears. She has two complete ears just like everyone else. What this means, he does not know. He finds himself walking towards her without realizing it, hands clenched tightly in his jacket pockets, palms protected from digging nails thanks to the need for gloves. He doesn't know when she's from. He doesn't know anything about her here, which is almost on par with how he saw (or refused to see) her back in their home. His voice could either cause her more distress or give her calm, but he has to take the risk. He has to give her space, he knows, so when he's sure enough that people won't overhear and that he also won't be shouting, he finally speaks, the dog's ears focused on his voice while her eyes focus on said teenager fighting off a panic attack.]

Abigail.

[What had he last said to her? Something about her being her father's daughter, maybe? Something that...saying her last name, he thinks, is uncalled for. The most famous Hobbs in recent history is not one she wants to be associated with.

She can make up a fake one if she wants. He'll respect it. He couldn't protect her, and he'd insulted her the last he remembered. But here, now? He won't let it get that way, if she lets him.]

[brokenwolf]

[Great. Another stranger, just what Bran needed. He didn't want to be bothered right now. Drowning in his own self-pity felt like a much better plan, something he's be doing a lot recently actually.]

I don't mind the snow. [He replied bitterly. It wasn't like he could feel it anyway. Well, mostly. His legs couldn't feel it.]

[servesthehuman]

"Owen Burnett," he said, with a nod. "It's a pleasure to meet you, Lieutenant. If you have any questions, I will gladly answer them. I've been here a few months, so I think I know this place by now." It still managed to confuse him every now and then, but he at least knew the basics.

[lt_blade]

[The bristle was pretty obvious even if it wasn't vocal-exactly.] Whether you mind it or not won't push back the threat of frostbite or the fact that sitting here all day will get old for awhile-trust me.

[She keeps her tone even, not pitying. It was less to do about his legs and more just seeking shelter.]

[made_4_ritsuka]

[Yuiko had already spoken to a few different people flittering around, though when she finally heard a familiar voice she perked up a little more.]

Ritsuka-kun! Sure, I'll need help lifting the middle part into place once it's made.

I've never gotten to make a snowman like this before. So I want to make him really big.

YOU MEAN NOBODY'S EVER TRIED A SHOTGUN?

[tonsofpun]

[Ellie lets him do it, though if he goes on too long she'll smack at his hands with a grin.]

Yep, not poisoned, not drowned, still got all my arms and legs. I'm good, Joel- calm down.

I didn't run off. I got here the same way you did.

[She pauses, then tilts her head, making a little face.] Did you even listen to the explanation for why you're here?

[... yeah, she figures he probably just pulled out the shotgun.]

bweeee!!

[dilectio]

I didn't suggest that you shouldn't plan revenge at all, just that it shouldn't be too brutal.

[ it's really hard not to be sort of bounding around in circles waiting for him to get up so she can hug him, like how she attacked affectionately greeted Remus on his arrival, but she's managing. he holds the snowball out to her and her gut tells her no, don't take it, because then you'll be armed and it'll plant a big red target on her back for both the children and Sirius, but she does it anyway because what's the fun in playing it safe? she holds it in both hands, right in front of her, all very neutral. ]

Are you honestly going to just keep sitting there packing snowballs when it's been weeks since I saw you last? Months, actually. [ which.. makes her stop and think about that for a second, wow, okay. months. three, at least. but she snaps out of that weird mood quick ] On your feet, please. I demand affection! Hugs, at once!