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]

She crosses her arms and frowns at him. Brothers. "There's nothing to have a stiff upper lip about, Jonathan. It's not as though we had an--an understanding."

[neverfoundanything]

"Nooo! No, clearly it transcended language!" He laughs, and laughs, and falls into a snowdrift.

[proudofwhatiam]

"Oh! You're awful, Jonathan." But she'll help you out of the snow again anyway.

[neverfoundanything]

And he will get snow all over her as he leans on her for support. "Very good. Let's- you said something about warm clothes?"

whoever needed reasons to do things

[ataxophobia]

[Okay, he changed his mind. This is worse, so much more worse. Yet somehow he doubts he could trade this run in for the snowball fight any more. This was all beyond his grasp now, there was nothing more to do. He had to face the inevitable prattle.

Hence the withering stare he offers Adam. Of all the people he could be stranded with, he's stuck with this one.]

Adam, what are you doing here?

[He's not humouring your small talk, he doesn't do small talk. That requires far too much from him and he simply has no time to pretend he's happy to see Adam. Everything was wrong here, he had to find some sense of order. And it probably wouldn't come from Adam.]

Do you have any idea what's going on? I can't understand how this has happened, let alone where the other are. [He pauses slightly at that.] Have you seen anyone else?

[sssiiiiirrrrr]

"I... I almost don't know what to ask, Sir, there is so much." Horatio offers sullenly, turning to glance back towards the children playing in the snow, "May I ask, how you have found it, over these last months? Are you... content here, though far from your own home?"

[sssiiiiirrrrr]

Horatio tilts his head, frowning deeply at this explanation. He's beginning to accept that this Doctor isn't Bush, that perhaps he's not related to him, and he's not sure that he's even close to being ready to ask about the man's species. Still, the explanation offered... doesn't quite sit comfortably with him.

"I would think, the infinity of the universe being what it is, it would be terribly unlikely for it to simply run out of ideas and begin re-using faces arbitrarily..." He stops, then shakes his head, still frowning, "...No, if not a blood relation there must be some way of accounting for it. Some shared condition... You'll simply have to tell me more about yourself, until we can discover what it is."

You'll just have to get to know him and be his replacement pal, Doctor. There's simply nothing else for it.

[servesthehuman]

"As content as one can be," Owen answered, with a shrug. "While certain aspects of this place seem dead-set on trying to kill us, I have the basic material comforts and I've managed to make friends." An awfully clinical view of the situation, but Owen was a clinical person to begin with.

"I do miss my home, though. Or, at least, certain people from my home."

[climbingwalls]

[She doesn't reply to the offer of the jacket, but after a moment she reaches out to take the gloves from him, tense as the movement brings her closer.] Thank you. [The words are mumbled, a reflex habit while her brain spins. She curls back into herself as soon as she can, but she settles into the snow, sitting properly instead of crouched there, her legs crossing under her.

At least the instinct to run isn't screaming in her every motion, every thought anymore. She's still cautious, but she isn't going yet.

She tugs the gloves on in quiet, watching them slide onto her hands, tugging them down as far as she can. They're too big, she can feel the space in them, and she runs a finger across the seam before deciding that petting the dog is the better remedy for her nervous desire to do something with her hands.]

How do you know? [That he isn't here. Her tone is tightly controlled.] They didn't tell me you were here. Are you sure he's not here and keeping to himself?

[sssiiiiirrrrr]

"Trying to kill you? Sorry, us? It doesn't... seem so terribly perilous here yet?"

Another snowball flies past, followed by a giggling child. This time, Horatio manages not to fall over. The latter comment does, however draw some sympathy out of him.

"You are English originally, aren't you? Do you have a family back home?"

WHY THE FACE

[eyesofwonder]

[North had been having the time of his life. Worries, thoughts, and horrible feelings were momentarily pushed away in the excitement and rush of this snowball war. Rusty or not, it had felt wonderful to play with the children (much like it did at Burgess when the relief of victory was still at an all-time high). He couldn't believe he had forgotten the delight of hearing a child's laugh up close, their boundless energy as they raced through the cold, and the warm sight of a child's smile. It was a little different from watching at a distance or while the children were sleeping as they tried to wait for him to appear.

And those children were small, fast, and devious. Or at least that was the story North was going with should anyone see him miss a few more times.

Distracted as he was, the familiar figure and voice made him pause long before the words actually registered. Jack was here? He had been taken as we-cold cold cold!!

Too bad the warning hadn't sunk in. It might have saved North from a face full of snow. Well at least he was able to laugh at himself.] Is very funny. [North starts wiping the snow off his face before beaming at his friend.] Jack! You are here as well!

[affa]

[ In fairness, it has been nearly ten years, in her case. But by the time she swipes the snow from her mug, growling under her breath in words that are definitely unintelligible, she can at least appreciate the reaction. She is new. And evidently doing a shit-poor job at blending in. Great.

Except wow that. No, that definitely cannot be the same pretty-boy she'd seen when she was twelve. Seriously, it's like physically impossible. ]

Uh, yeah. [ She's pulling bits of stuck snow from her hair as she fixes her stare upon him. Like really, she's studying him like he's a goddamn piece of art. But not in the way he might have liked. ]

You're seriously not Dean, are you? Hunters do not make enough money to get by on that much plastic surgery.

[infomodder]

They don't really tell you much when you get here. I doubt they'd have a list of everyone and every single person from their home and...that would be a lot of work.

[He doesn't shove his hands back into his pockets just yet, wanting to make it extremely obvious that if she wants his jacket, he'll give it to her. There's no move to burrow into, just him crossing his legs and resting his hands over his knees, a cheap watch ticking away the time.]

I don't think he could be here very long with me here, too, and not make himself known. Somehow. There would be clues, for one thing. And for the other... [He's not sure how much to give away. He's not about to tell her about how he'd expect a Ripper murder to pop up if Lecter was around. He's not sure what she knows, if he told her anything. If he did anything other than—

—he's getting a headache again.] ...he has to have his fingers in all sorts of pies. He'd have to set himself up as some great, guiding figure. The thing about him, Abigail, is that he gets something out of it. He gets something out of people enjoying his company and wanting him to be around them. He puts himself in a good light, such a good light, which makes it harder to see him when he's playing in the dark. I can't really imagine he knows how to hide himself completely, because he gets too much out of being known for being so good instead of. [He has to stop. He can't just profile Lecter as their first conversation, because then he runs the risk of making her wonder or ask what she thought about her father, and if he can avoid more distress? That's what he'll aim for.] He'd probably be beside himself to hear us talking about him like this, so let's not. What house did they put you in?

[piercedpainter]

[Kio didn't like fighting, but a snowball fight wasn't exactly violent. Besides a little bit of fun and laughter is what they had said everyone needed anyways right, so playing with the kids a little didn't seem like a bad idea. Seeing the other Kio waved a little with a grin.]

Going to try making a snowman? Isn't that a little big?

[He's really hoping that it's not one meant for him though maybe it would fall apart before it reached him.]

[eyesofwonder]

[At the moment, North was fully focused on the snowballs zipping towards him and rather oblivious to everything else. Although he wasn't trying completely at his best (he was playing with children, not fighting a battle), the children were tricky opponents by sheer amount alone. His red coat had brushed through more snow than it had in awhile.

He probably wouldn't have noticed tiny Sandy waving his arms until the other Guardian was close enough to tug at his clothes.

North was busy putting together a huge snowball with his large hands when the strike hit him in the back of his head. Besides the obvious sudden spike of cold and wet, the snowball he was making crumbled in his surprise.

He turned around, expecting to see another one of the Natives sneaking up on him, and was instead surprised to see a very familiar figure.]

...Sandy? [North recovers fast enough to smile down at his old friend.] Sandy! It is you!

Jack would be so proud right now

[eyesofwonder]

[The little minions had indeed did a good job of distracting North. The Christmas Spirit had spent the last few minutes dodging quick throws and bombarding the other side in retaliation. Occasionally, a few of the snowballs connected - leading North to laugh harder and aim a little payback at the child.

He thought he saw a quick glimpse of something familiar. Yet by the time he looked, it was already gone and another child was trying to pelt him with a snowball.

Needless to say, North was pretty caught off guard when their leader came out of hiding. He didn't even had a chance to think (Jamie?) before wow look out that's a lot of snowballs.]

Ha! [He dodged the first and the second and the third. Unfortunately for North, there were too many sent his way.] Ah! Jam- [North's shoulder, belly and beard are quickly covered with snow. Good job kids but North sends them a look of mock frustration (ruined completely by his grin) and is starting to bend down to collect his own ammunition.]

[mulletrock]

[Wow. What the hell. He doesn't remember anyone like her before, he has to go through the big catalog of people he's helped on hunts and still nothing. He looks uncomfortable for all of a few seconds before:]

Yeah, I'm Dean. Losing the element of surprise is the worst part about this place, if you ask me. So- you gonna explain the botox jab 'cause I'm not that old.

[neveraman]

Can't say you've got much talent for your throwing there, can you? [ Peter might not have made a remark about it (that thought is a blatant lie, as is the case for anyone with his propensity for smart-mouthing), but since he is hanging out on one of the lower branches of this poor, defenseless tree with his little gathering of snowballs, he thinks he may as well.

Like he's about 90% sure this old timer couldn't jump up here after him to kill him, so those are great odds.

... seems a little preoccupied occupying the younger kids, anyway, and made the snowball fight a lot more fun than it was already. He can appreciate that. ]

Don't forget to pull his whiskers if you have to, you lot! I won't have you slacking now!

OMG, why did i miss this?

[doveprincess]

[Sansa hears a very familiar voice asking for people to get away from him. For a moment, she dares to hope it is who she thinks he is, but is it worth it, because it can't be, right? Bran Stark, her little brother, is dead. And moreover, why would he be here in this strange land, unless... she is dead as well...

Either way, she grows the courage to finally turn around and find him sitting on the ground, looking as confused as she is. Her eyes grow wide and her mouth hangs open in a very unladylike fashion.]

Bran? Is it you?

EEEEE NORTH!

[madcuriosity]

[Alice glared at the person who pointed at her before suddenly clapping, although the sound was muffled by her mittens as she threw another snowball at Santa. Peals of laughter coming out as she threw another snowball and Snow dodged it. Eventually she somehow ended up right beside the bear of a guardian throwing at other children beside him and every once and a while trying to get one at the father of Christmas.]

fred weasley | reckless wizard kids and heart punches

[dropdeadweasley]

[ Fred initially doesn't have too many fucks to give about this situation, to be honest.

Okay, so he's just been drafted for a magical war across untold numbers of worlds and shuttled off to some Loki household without any warning or apology whatsoever, and he can't use proper magic worth a garden gnome's flatulent great-aunt. Sure, he has no idea where his family is, and is facing an unheard of future in which he starts and ends all his own sentences. Sure, he's got nothing but the clothes on his back, a useless stick that was once a wand, and only the vaguest idea of what's going on in the world.

No money, no work, a load of off-putting faceless maids milling about in a castle he'll have to crack back into sometime...

But on the other hand, snowball fights are afoot and he's clearly not gonna get back to England by wishing really hard. And not anytime soon by other, more plausible means. Never waste your breath going on about what can't be fixed, if you ask him. Nothing's usually actually impossible, but there are those sticky little bits that take more developing than others. He'll turn it all over for a while before making any large-scale plans.

And in the meantime if he's expected to give the world some colour, well.

That's his area of expertise.


It is really a shame that his suave stroll about town is ruined by a snowball to the face, but he's grinning while he shakes it off. He will even rattle his fist at those young scoundrels while they're heading for the hills. Incentive is key for potential pranksters in the making. ]

Bless their stodgy little brains. Clearly lacking in a proper mischief-causing education, they are. Reckon that ought to be the first thing I set to improving. [ Yep, totes talking to you... whoever... you are. Hm. ]

you win all the internets for playing him

[dragonspeak]

Oh dear. Merlin bites back a smile, even as the children titter at Horatio's misfortune and move on to find new victims.

"All right there?" he asks, once he's crouched down next to the fallen man, mindful of the slippery ground. The corner of his eyes crinkle with mirth as he looks down at Horatio and offers him a hand up. "You'll want to be careful while treading the battleground. The children here are ruthless and competitive once they're in proper mood."

;-; i love him too

[wrangledup]

Wouldn't be the first time dumb luck's graced us with her presence.

[ Tommy's not going to put his money on it either but it's a start. A possibility. He follows after until he falls in step alongside him, hands shoving into his pockets. Until he remembers the bracelet.

Out it comes and Tommy makes a face at it. ]

You figure this might be of any help?

that username is bad and you should feel bad

[flightofdeath]

New here, are you? Certainly an ambitious goal to undertake upon arriving.

["Whoever you are" happens to be an aspiring Dark Lord, though Fred ought not to know that from sight alone.]

i kinda like them b&w tho :3

[slugly]

[IT'S TEMPTING

FOLLOWING OK SHE CAN GO TO WELCOMING HALL LATER, after one small glance back to the kids who are playing in the snow and a small smile, remembering a time when Team 7 would have stayed a bit longer and they could even talk Sasuke into lobbing a few snowballs.

They would have devised a plan to ambush Kakashi, most likely. It would backfire and she would have to watch Sasuke and Naruto pelt each other with snowballs before she got angry and made a SNOWBOULDER. And thinking about it is bittersweet. Her heart hurts because Sasuke's new attitude reminds her she can't have those days back.

BUT SHE CAN'T LEAVE HIS SIDE. NOT YET. She looks around curiously at the tea shop, inhaling and reveling in the new warmth because HER FACE still stings with cold, apparent in her red nose and cheeks. A warm cup of some drink actually sounds really good but--]

I don't have any money...

[she murmurs it to herself]