DECEMBER TEST DRIVE

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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! • 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! ♥

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[proudofwhatiam]

"Did the claret hit you before you started on it?" she asks slyly, lifting his hand off from her eye. "I don't think the houses cover the entire pantheon, anyway--just some of the major ones. And Baldr, I suppose."

[neverfoundanything]

"Yes! Put up a hell of a fight! But I triumphed, of course." He keeps walking, snaking his arm around her shoulder, for support and warmth. "And they all have houses. How silly." Clearly they should have armies of undead and swarms of locusts. "...I like houses, though, I think."

[unchain]

[you mister tall, scruffy & texan.]

Well... [god this is like explaining tears to Booker all over again goddamn you Joel.] For the most part, yeah. Everyone here's from a different world. I know it - it's hard to grasp, it's like some strange, magical imaginary idea. But here, it's truth.

one day i will colour my icons oops

[sharingone]

[It's dumb standing out in the cold like this. He hates it.

And he didn't invite her but sort of suspected she would follow anyway, but it's okay. Going to step into the tea shop that it is conveniently just down the street idk.]

I'm leaving. Stay and throw snow at people if you wish.

[proudofwhatiam]

Evy mimics him, an arm around his back (since his shoulders are a bit out of reach). "It's like being in boarding school again. Sharing the loo, eating in a hall, special colours for each house..."

[neverfoundanything]

"Ugh," Jonathan says. He remembers a distinct lack of frivolity in his boarding school. "Without the little boyshorts, I hope."

[mulletrock]

[Dean's not looking where he's going. It's bad enough he has to deal with all of this snow but now he's got people aiming at his back like there's a target painted there. It's no wonder he collides with Claire at exactly the wrong time, but he doesn't recognize her. Barely, anyway. The last time he saw her she was twelve.]

Hey, you okay, kid?

[She doesn't look too happy either. Wearing a face that Dean's chosen to call the new recruit mug. He spreads his arms out and lets them drop to his side.]

Lemme guess. You're new?

[proudofwhatiam]

There wasn't a great deal of frivolity in Evy's, either. She was perfectly fine with it. "You don't see me in a school tie, do you?"

[neverfoundanything]

And there: the difference between them. "No, thank God. You always looked terrible in those little uniforms. And spotty." Poor little spotty Evelyn Carnahan. He laughs at the thought.

[proudofwhatiam]

Oooh, that was uncalled-for. She swats him on the arm. "Nobody looks nice in a girls' school uniform. And you didn't exactly come off well in your shorts."

[neverfoundanything]

"I was dashing- owww!" With the look he gave her, she might've just stabbed him and stole his wine. "Fine, then, I shan't tell you where I live."

WALTZING OFF INTO THE SUNSET

[heorot]

Dunno if even has to do with our own war, actually. Lots here who've never fought in one- [ alright so perhaps the key to james and sirius' speech patterns has to do with movement. with their short sentences and brain-melding level of understanding and the fact that james can be talking about eight hundred different things all at once and still be doing something entirely different with his hands. after the hug, and the shoulder clasp, and the slight squeeze that reminds james that sirius is here and well and good and in bloody asgard with him again, he's going to let go of him. reach down for a handful of snow and bunch it up before handing it right over. ]

Children need to be taught of a snowball fight, proper. All they've got here is a little bit of strategy and a lot bit of having no bloody idea where to place them- [ have a look for that who's better, comment, pads. because that is a fair fight and you know it. but it's like the moment he passes the ball off and so does the conversation. ] We're meant to be fighting fighting the frost giants- Ragnarok and all that, I think? Something to do with the end of the worlds and gods and all that norse mythology I definitely didn't pay attention to. Lately it's been a lot of Thiazi- nasty witch, that one. And someone else, someone- bah. Whatever her name is.

[ he's kneeling down again to get his own handful of snow, before he ends up hesitating a bit down near the ground. the idea of just how long he's been around is...a little sad, to be honest. sad and hard to wrap his brain around. but he's standing not long after, the grin less bright and more gods, it really has been that long. ] No. Lil's and I have been here 'bout six weeks now.

[proudofwhatiam]

"You don't have to," she says, grabbing for his wrist. "I can figure it out."

[neverfoundanything]

He lets his wrist be grabbed. "Ohh, Evelyn. Sleuthing? You're-" he stumbles, and starts laughing, "learning from that O'Connell fellow."

[proudofwhatiam]

"Is Rick here, too?" she asks, trying to make it sound casual as she looks his bracelet over. "Green! You're in Baldr. Now it's just a matter of knocking on doors and listening for you."

[neverfoundanything]

"He's here? Oh, of course he is." Jonathan pouts. "Continuing his quest to steal away my sister, I see." Way to be an adult, Jonathan. "I'll have you know, I can be exceedingly quiet when the mood strikes!"

[proudofwhatiam]

"Not when someone's pounding on your door, you can't." She shakes her head with a smile, straightening back up. "And no, he isn't here. I was hoping he might've come along with you."

does it work on crazy tangled curls :(

[brainiest]

[ Hermione watches him nervously and she sighs, lifting her hands and rubbing her eyes before she relaxes. She doesn't want to upset him anymore than she already has and she certainly doesn't want to make it any more confusing, but it's hard -- she wants to tell him the truth but she doesn't want to make him sad. How is that even possible in this situation? It's not -- it's really not.

All she can do is offer him a weak little smile. ]

Good with words - maybe? I'm just being honest with you, Sirius. I promise you that.

[ She wants to make it clear that she isn't just acting or putting on a role, she really is being truthful with him. She isn't sure how to show it yet - until an idea sparks in her mind. Surely his first thought, given the war, would be the fact that she was out to try and hurt him, or hurt James and Lily through him, and who would want to do that? Voldemort. She's not an idiot and the idea that she might be mistaken for a Death Eater makes her heart ache. She breathes out and closes her eyes before she moves, starting to admit the things that she hadn't wanted to burden him with so suddenly. ]

You and Professor Lupin - I mean, Remus - you told us. Harry was given the Marauders Map in his Third year at school and we didn't know who it belonged to until you told us all your nicknames - that James was Prongs, you were Padfoot, Remus was Moony and Pettigrew was Wormtail. There was a mishap in our third year with some... Things that happen to you in the future and we all found out. It's then that you told Harry that you were his Godfather and that you'd have him come and stay with you at Grimmauld Place during the Summers if you both wanted.

[ She pauses before she lifts her hands, undoing her jacket and pushing it off, letting it drop to the ground. It's cold, but - but that doesn't matter. ]

I promise you I'm not with - with the person you think I am. I'm not one of his followers. I know I don't have much to prove myself with, but...

[ She rolls up the sleeve of her shirt, the left arm, and shows him the deep, dark scar there; 'Mudblood'. There's no Dark Mark, no sign of being a Death Eater, just that word, still red and painful against her skin. ]

[neverfoundanything]

Jonathan pouts. "Cheer up, now. We'll find you somebody. We can hold a lookalike contest."

[proudofwhatiam]

That earns him another swat. "I don't need a lookalike. I've been fine on my own for two months now, I'll have you know."

[neverfoundanything]

"Ow! Owwwww!" He ducks, disentangling himself from Evy to variously cower and dodge. "I wouldn't've come if I'd known I'd be tormented, you know." He opts not to stick his tongue out at her; she might hit it. "Oh, jolly good, carrying on while your heart is breaking."

[morethanadream]

[Sandy was casually taking part in the snowball fight--mostly trying to be easy targets for the smaller children--when he hears North's laugh. It makes him perk and look around, getting hit by a couple more balls in the process, but there's no missing that massive man and the dark red coat.

He ducks away from giggling toddlers, getting down on the ground and gathering up a snowball. He's done the whole 'waving arms for attention' thing before, and he doesn't think that'll work.

So he picks up his snowball, squints, and then sends it towards the back of North's head. HEY! NORTH!]

[proudofwhatiam]

"My heart isn't breaking." Just a little defensive, aren't we, Evy? She shakes her head, emphasis on the isn't. "I just thought it'd be nice to have friends from home here."

[neverfoundanything]

Jonathan keeps walking, carefully out of Evy's reach. "Oh, stiff upper lip, are we? Well, I shan't tell a soul."

[firstbeliever]

[Snowball fights are his thing. And Jamie's on the children's side. It had been a free-for-all suddenly everything changes when he hears that laugh. Jamie's ducked behind a snowbank with a couple of the native kids and he whispers to them while others distract the big guy.]

[Snickering the two kids agree with Jamie's plan and load up on snowballs. Once they've got a small arsenal their leader, Jamie, pops up. He points a finger in North's direction.]

Attack!

[Incoming, Santa! One after another snowballs are pouring in.]