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DECEMBER 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!
• 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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Y-yes... It's because I'm from Sigyn.

[But more importantly:]

You're all fine now? I'm so, so sorry!

[Alice had a snowball in her hand, seeing as she had been in the fight. She looked up and blinked at the red head and offered him a smile.]

You should speak to Jack Frost! He's a master mischief-maker, should be after 300 years of it.

Edited 2013-11-22 09:10 (UTC)

[He opens the door to the place, stepping inside and letting his arm hang on the door so that it doesn't smash into her face or anything.

It's warm in here at least.]

It's annoying, but I guess I'll have to pay for yours too.

[It's not really meant in a mean way though, just that Sasuke way. In his months here when he wasn't busy being so angry at people he had at least learned to be a little considerate towards those around him.

It was a slow process, rebuilding any sort of familiarity with any of them, but it was happening. Gradually.]

Pick what you want.

[regularly that sort of thing would make her go into a tizzy about HOW SASUKE-KUN IS SUCH A GENTLEMAN KYA but she just gives him a grateful, tired smile after her obvious initial surprise. It's the sort of surprise someone would expect when the person opposite is someone she loves very much and had almost killed her the last she saw him

not annoying enough though, she guesses. and she would comment but she feels like they're walking on thin ice already]

Thanks. I promise to pay you back when I get the chance.

[she feels like it needs to be said, IF tHAT'S WHAT BOTHErS HIM she doesn't know anymore sob. but he's actually offering to buy her tea? THAT's.... THAT'S SOMETHING. she doesn't know if she can trust it but it's something and she will watch carefully in case it's poisoned

she orders a sweet tea that looks pretty appetizing? and once their tea is ordered she breaks the new silence with something else that's bothered her.]

I don't understand how you can be here for three months. You just--

[A pause while she gathers the right words, she doesn't want to say something that will turn him away or annoy him or WORSE CANCEL HER TEA]

I just saw you on the battlefield.

[ITS YOUR FIRST DAY THIS ONE IS A FREEBIE OK

USUALLY YOU GOTTA WORK FOR IT.

He makes a small sound in acknowledgement, though he isn't going be demanding she pay her back at any time. He orders some sort of black tea for himself and pays for the two, moving off to the side as they wait for it to be made.

Also wow SO RUDE lucky he can't hear that poisoning thought.]

It's just how it happens. Like some sort of space-time jutsu. We all remember different events, that Gaara doesn't even know about the war. My brother is here.

[He can't explain how it works, only the effects. He can't say what happens once you return either, but..]

Kakashi's memories are further ahead than mine. Somehow we can be there and here at the same time.

[WELL SHE TRIED TO POISON HIM TOO...

THEIR RELATIONSHIP IS THE HEALTHIEST

She stands beside him and looks at bit longingly at the little tables with chairs. CAN'T THEY SIT DOWN?

There's a sharp intake of breath, body stiffening. Itachi is here. Her eyes study him VERY VERY carefully from the corner of her eyes but he doesn't seem... to mind. Not enough that she can tell there's a reaction. As far as she knows FOR SURE, he still hates Itachi. But after her chat with Naruto in the Land of Iron, she thinks something is going on.

And now, that idea solidifies even more. Also, wasn't Itachi DEAD? By Sasuke's hand, on top of that. She stares down at her fingers, misses her gloves especially in this weather.]

-- Memory modification is also an option. If they can transport us from other worlds and take away our abilities, it's possible they could have that sort of power.

Edited (HAHA ENGLISH) 2013-11-22 10:30 (UTC)

[ Hearing the voice, Hermione near enough has a heart attack. Of course she's used to people being alive here (Remus, James, Lily, Snape) but this is the first time she's felt the familiar feeling of relief at someone being brought back, of being able to see someone again - because she still remembers what it was like, walking into the Great Hall, seeing the Weasleys, seeing them all --

She doesn't want to think about it.

So, seeing Fred? She practically runs at him and throws her arms around his neck in a hug normally reserved for the likes of one Harry Potter. Surprise? ]

Fred, it's so good - I'm so glad to see you!

[Ellie gives him a cheeky grin right back. Oh yeah, he listened. He definitely didn't like what he heard.]

Well, I'm here now. Don't freak out.

... I'm glad you're here, though. I almost started to worry.

[Poison each other and punch Naruto what a trio they make

And they can sit down in a moment but waiting on tea first since they DONT SERVE YOU you just gotta wait and pick it up first. But look its almost done.]

[And yeah, there's a lot of info that she's missed out on.]

True, but I don't see the point.

Besides, we all remember the same events, just from different times.

[but there is love DEEP DOWNnn]

It doesn't seem like there is one.

[There was a point to taking away their powers and bringing them here but the memory thing? Never explained. And they're grasping at straws when it comes to an explanation.

And not having one is just a little bothersome.

Sakura is in the dark forever YOU ALL ArE RUDE]

What do you remember?

[THE HOKAGE THING OBVIOUSLY but beyond that]

Thanks. [Sounds chipper. But a bit sharp, too.]

So you're saying you just invited me to a bar?

[...really?]

You punched one of the Juubi's clones pretty hard.

[Annihilated it even. Sort of changed the landscape a little too.]

We'd only been fighting together a few minutes when we appeared here. [It's a 'we' since not only was it from the exact same point in time, but he and Naruto turned up here at the same time too. They had even mentioned how odd it was Sakura wasn't there too, since the three were stood so close at the time.]

[It was probably a good thing Tris had never seen any pictures of devils or demons, back home. Nobody had explained to her the thing with the horns and the tail, but for now, she mostly wanted to keep it together and at least pretend to take all the strangeness in stride, until she actually managed.]

Dr- !

[Oh crap, snowball. This time, she managed to dodge in time. She'd left hers lying there as she got out the way, but gathered up a handful and threw that, anyway, not sure it'd make it very far.]

...dragon? Are you serious?

What's it look like?

[Her tone is the sweetest. She even smiles at him. But no, really, what's it look like?]

[SHE DID? AND SASUKE SAW IT? REMEMBERED IT??

We. Together. It makes her heart swell in hope like it usually does when Naruto talks like things are going to be okay.]

Oh.

[Sasuke you will learn this is a normal thing for Sakura especially if she's GOING TO BE IN THOR.

The coloring of her cheeks isn't just the cold now.]

I don't remember that.

[Though she rubs her forehead distractedly.]

It happened.

[Like how Kakashi remembers them doing stuff they don't, and so on.

The tea is read now and put on a tray thingy so he picks it up and carries it over to a table- back a little towards the corner because less PEOPLE always a bonus.]

[And he'd actually forgotten, until she presses against her forehead like that.]

If it hadn't happened, I wouldn't know about the seal, same as that Hokage's.

I'm sorry, but--you knew, as well as I do, that I had to. [There must always be a Stark in Winterfell, though it had pained him to leave his brothers. Except now Winterfell isn't here, has been razed to the ground by someone he once trusted, and Bran is here and alive.]

I won't leave you now.

[She follows him and takes her seat NO COMPLAINTS and then is picking up her tea off the tray and curling her hands around it for warmth.

Aaaah... so nice. Much better.

Her seal? Her eyes widen a fraction and she reaches up to touch her forehead again, knowing it's not there because she's not able to pull at any of her chakra. Slowly it falls away, back to cupping her drink.]

It's not that I don't believe you. I just don't remember it. It's bizarre.

[Her sigh is bit frustrated like she spent YEARS gathering and saving this chakra and she can't even FINISH THE JUTSU or USE IT all she knows now is that is WORKED and she punched a Juubi clone enough that it affected Sasuke so much he remembered it. BUT SHE DIDN'T.

THAT HOKAGE HAS A NAME and she's the best Hokage tyvm she will supply him with that name]

Same as Tsunade-sama, yes.

[They're kind of surrounded by them on the battlefield, she will help him keep track you're welcome]

[Giants, all right, yes. Known factor, giants. Gross, hairy, nasty brutish things, it's no wonder they're wanting a fight. That's what giants do, anyone will tell you that. So Sirius nods, just sort of like yeah, all right--

And then it hardly matters, because there's a dog to pay attention to. Sirius drops onto his knees, right there in the slushy snow, and greets good old Osiris with open arms.]

Aah, what a pity, I hate dogs--too late, I s'ppose-- O-siris, what are you doing with a name like that, O-siris. O-sirius, hullo, yeah--

[He's far friendlier to the dog thus far, scratching at his neck and ears as soon as Osiris draws close enough--but anyone with a friendly dog can't be that bad, can they? Or else their dog wouldn't like them. Stands to reason.]

[Exploding makes Sirius' eyebrows raise a little. This is the first he's ever heard of any exploding, thanks. Or well, actually--not the first, those maids might have mentioned it, but like hell he was going to believe them or anyone about it. But hearing it a second time, independent, from someone else trapped here...

All right, that's filed under: things to ask about in a bit. First things first, there's snowballs to discuss, one professional to another. And also--]

A century. Or two.

[He gives Jack a once-over, like, really?]

Didn't also find the philosopher's stone while you were out there, did you, 'cos you don't look a day over half a century. Where are you from, that all wars are fought with snowballs?

[It's a great deal of information at once, to the point where Sirius nearly feels dizzy with it all. And every new bit that she says gives him more questions--Professor Lupin, that almost gets a smile out of him, despite his wariness--and her vagueness, then, very deliberate. He's not stupid either. There's something there, but he loses the thread of that curiosity a moment later when she says Grimmauld Place, and he can feel tension, in his shoulders, in his face. Why the hell would he take anyone to Grimmauld Place? Why the hell would he be going there at all, and he's about to say something cutting, something about how she's gone and lost him completely, because there is no way he'd set foot near his mother's house--

He doesn't know what to expect when she begins rolling up her shirtsleeve. But it isn't-- that. It's cursed in her skin, it's got to be--a deliberate, sadistic carving.

But it's not half as ugly as the word itself, and he stares for only a second before he jerks his eyes up to her face. And there's horror in him now, he's not questioning her any longer--this girl who knows James, and Harry--Remus and Lily--who says she's from the future, who wears those scars--]

Who did that to you?

[He asks it quietly, tightly. He couldn't say why he's angry for her, this girl he doesn't know. But he is. Because it doesn't even matter that she knows James, all that matters is that word. No one deserves to be called it. No one deserves it branded on them. And he knows the sort of people that do that brutal, nasty work. He's related to half of them, isn't he, and his fingers tighten into fists again as he thinks that.]

[Matter of factly, without question or second thought, Sirius accepts that hug, that shoulder clasp--and then the handful of snow as well, packing into yet another snowball as they talk. It's good to have something to do with his hands, anyway, because the shit that James is spouting--

Well, it seems almost inadequate to just call it mental. It's somewhere beyond mental, this whole--being plucked out of wizarding England to come to the end of the world. Not the end of their world, but some other world, and James is just sort of going on about it as if it's perfectly normal, leaving Sirius very little to contribute to. Just the occasional huh here and there, as he works on that snowball.]

Never had a head for anything other than the Greek mythology. Comes of being named after a star, I s'ppose. That and Norse names don't make any bloody sense, do they.

[Case and point: Thi-azi. What an idiotic name. And Sirius could wax poetic on that for a bit, except then James sort of looks away from him, and he can feel that hesitation. Like he'd miss that, from James. He knows James too well for that. Jesus, but six weeks--]

That's-- nearly two months. [And then, though it goes without saying:] That's impossible.

[ She feels a rush of - something, she isn't sure, at the change in his expression. He's angry, all of her friends were angry, but there was nothing to be done now. A cursed scar never fades, she and Harry had both learned that the hard way, and all she could do was settle and make peace with it. She was proud of who she was, proud of being mudblood, but that didn't stop the way seeing the word etched on her skin pained her. It wasn't the reminder of the stupid pureblood supremacy; it was the reminder of the torture, the pain, the utter torment she'd felt on the floor of Malfoy Manor.

Dropping her arm, Hermione rolls her sleeve down again and gathers up her jacket, pulling it on and redoing the buttons. It's too cold to be wandering around with her sleeves bared even if she did want to show off her scars, which she didn't. It was too private, too painful - and there would be far too many questions asked of her if she dared. ]

Bellatrix Lestrange -- or, I suppose, Bellatrix Black. I'm not sure when she got married, honestly.

[ Smoothing down her clothes, she breathes out and steps forward, eyes soft. She knows how he must be feeling, she's seen it in Harry enough times to recognise the signs, and she reaches out to put a hand over his. ]

Do you believe me, Sirius?

[Her only response is to stare blankly for a minute, and not just because of the abrupt subject change, although she had been caught up in his description, trying to pair it with both the man she was coming to know as a father figure and the things he'd admitted standing in the kitchen. I was curious what would happen. It's not hard for her to believe what Will's saying -- that if he was here, he'd somehow make himself known, be impossible to miss. And she doesn't think it's just because she wants to believe he's not here, at least wants time before she has to face him again, if she ever does. Whatever blind spot made her think his calling really was a coincidence aside, Abigail does her best not to lie to herself; fooling herself into believing she's safe could have deadly consequences.

Did. Did have deadly consequences. The fact that she somehow magically ended up here and breathing doesn't mean she wasn't dying, dead or about to die, she's not even sure quite which and okay, maybe Will has a point in changing the subject. Maybe this is something that doesn't need to be talking about any more now.

She has to cast her mind backwards, to try remember the conversation with the maids that she'd barely paid attention to, the mention of houses. Understanding lights her face as she tries to remember what they'd-- Oh. Doesn't that figure?]

Hel. [A small, bitter smile crosses her face.] I didn't pay a lot of attention to what they were saying, but I remember the mythology. Ruler of the dead, right? What does that mean, anyway? I'm living in a house full of other dead people? [And then, tilting her head at him, curiosity not entirely replacing the bitter look:] What house are you in?

[North was enjoying himself far too much to care how many children had decided the large red man made a nice noticeable target sign. It did not help at all how easily he stood out against the white snow. He and the children had spent the better part of an hour ducking into hiding spaces, evading incoming snowballs, and throwing their own ammunition back at each other. Of course, it was more using his reflexes than finding cover for North.

He had noticed the little girl from the start and had cheerfully avoided most of her strikes while the duo went after the other children. From the corner of his eye, he noticed a child to the right who was starting to sneak up on the pair. Ironically, it was the same child who had been so eager to frame the little girl for his "crime." North, getting an idea, turned to Alice, held up a finger to his lips and whispered.]

Shhh. [North turned to the left and made a great show of aiming at one of the other children using a tree to block shots. The child near Alice crept a little closer - noticing their attention was elsewhere. The same child also gave a small shriek of surprise when North whirled around at the last moment and got the child straight at the chest. North laughed.] Ha! Good try little one but not so old to fall for that one!

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DECEMBER TEST DRIVE

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black like his heeeeart except not really

u have one sasook no denying it

poisons ur tea (except not)

gurgles and falls over (bnr)

ouch my heart

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kyaaaa

crawls to bed

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better than sleekeazy's do u want some hermy

my hero!!!!

yes pls i'd be most grateful uncle siri

kind of considering Loki too tbh but this seems like best fit

ALICE~ <3