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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wait did we just switch roles here....

[heorot]

[ and that's the point of it, isn't it? keeping their hands busy and their mouths busier because james can talk, and talk, and talk if he has to. as long as he keeps the conversation moving he won't have to worry about talking about his- their, judging by the way sirius is reacting- future.

he shrugs a little then, because in this exact moment they might as well be back at school. ] Pretty sure I had to do an essay for detention for History of Magic at some point. The Norse gods had it right, though- beer? All the time? Loki being the god of mischief? They didn't have it so wrong.

[ though a nod will come along with the names, because they really didn't make much sense. or any sense. but that's not...going to stick, is it? sirius is going to pick up that james is avoiding because sirius knows james better than anyway. always has. ]

Yeah. [ he gives a small smile, a shrug. no big deal. ] This place acts a lot like a time turner gone mental. Everyone here's from...different times. 'cept Lily and I, we're from the same, but everyone else is from a different place. [ his eyebrows lift a little like crazy, right? before he continues. ] What's the last thing you remember?

oh my god i have needed this my whole life

[heorot]

[ ho ho ho things that you set to improve, good sir? you might want to get in line. ]

It's actually quite sad- no bigger thinkers amongst the lot. Best hope they have is the one girl- [ he's pointing off to where one of the younger girls is hasn't quite run off yet. waiting to see how the rest of the scene plays out. ] But she's too worried about the older lot she won't speak up.

[ james just shakes his head, tsking as he does so, before he ends up finally letting lose the grin he'd been holding since he saw the other get hit in the face. ] At least they've got aim.

[eyesofwonder]

[North was a little surprised when he heard the voice above him. Looking up, he finally saw the boy among the trees. When had he climbed up there? Had he been in the tree the whole time? His question however made North scoff in (rather obviously fake) anger.]

Bah. Children only think they got away. All part of plan. [Or truthfully North was more of a swordsman than someone who uses projectiles. He could probably try a little harder (his reflexes were used to fending off enemy blows) but they were merely playing and the smaller children were getting a kick out of nailing Old Saint Nick.

Of course some of the children, hearing Peter, decided to follow his orders. A few of them started distracting North with snowballs while another, a tiny little boy, decided to creep up and give North's beard a nice tug.] Ah! [North let out a yell of surprise before hitting the giggling child in the back as he ran away.] Very funny. [Now North was scooping up a lot of snow in his arms. The next one might be getting a shower of snow.] Who is next?

[servesthehuman]

"Things aren't trying to kill us all the time," Owen says, as he swerves out of the way of the snowball. At Horatio's question, Owen pauses. He's only English on a technicality (and an accent), but there is no way that he's explaining his situation fully to Hornblower, especially since he had a feeling the man would scoff at the idea of fairies, magic, and other supernatural beings.

"I have people who are like family to me back home. I suppose that counts."

doki

[sharingone]

Yeah, that's what I said. [Kind of haha. Even though yeah, sort of got a Hokage collection going on right now GOTTA CATCH EM ALL...

He'll sip at his tea now because, well. Nothing immediately comes to mind and he isn't exactly the most talkative person in the world anyway.]

yes i kept u warm

[slugly]

[it isn't tho but she's a little amused, brows lifting. she doesn't really think again about a poisoned drink as she lifts her cup to take a sip of her own. she exhales happily while that warmth travels through to the tips of her fingers to her toes

SOMETIMES there wasn't any need to talk and Sakura enjoys the rare companionable silence with Sasuke for how long it lasts. or until her mind gets away from her

she gnaws on her lip a bit]

You said that woman, Thiazi, came in and infiltrated with spies and... illusions.

Did she attack you? [And by YOU she generally means EVERYONE like Naruto and Kakashi and Gaara and Temari and whoever else]

[brokenwolf]

[It just hurt so much that everyone left him. He knew everyone had to, but that didn't mean it didn't hurt him. And now there was so much going on, and he couldn't be part of it to help. It made him feel useless, to a point.

He believed his brother though, mainly because he wanted to, so he replied with a nod.] What am I to do though? Hordor isn't here. [And he doesn't want to be trapped in a bed all day, or have his brother carry him everywhere.]

ty ur da bes

[sharingone]

[Sitting in silence drinking tea was by far the most normal thing they had done in years. Which makes it entirely abnormal.

Then she brings up Thiazi and fuck, that scowl is back on his face again. Perhaps she hadn't meant it directly as in him but considering he was attacked and by who, he assumes it to mean so.]

Yeah. She didn't take possession of me, just some of those around me.

[brokenwolf]

I do, but this taste like there is a lot more. It's also far thinner than I'm used to, but it's nice. It's like chocolate tea.

sips tea yes

[slugly]

[she's kind of uncomfortable tbh

what

she sputters a bit around her cup, coughing on tea EMBARRASSING]

P-Possession?

sips tea too

[sharingone]

That's what happened. She took possession of people in the city. Not any of the natives, just people like us.

[He isn't going to go into details though. He's hardly going to blurt out that Naruto sliced his wrists open and watched him die.]

hidden in the snow? lol It's alright <3

[brokenwolf]

[It was a voice he really thought he'd never hear again. After everything that has happened, he'd never thought he'd see his sister again, or anyone for that matter.]

Sansa? [He said with equal surprise.] You're here?

yessssssss but is it sasuke tea

[slugly]

[.......YEAH THAT WOULD....

WHAT]

Travellers. [that's what the note said she was]

What did she do?

[DON'T TELL HER]

no what would go in that tho

[sharingone]

[Yeah, he isn't going to say.]

Made people attack each other. That's it.

revenge itachi bleeding black hearts and some tsun tsun

[slugly]

[Sounds like a Yamanaka jutsu.

Her eyes narrow. Sasuke wasn't possessed but he didn't say anything about Kakashi or Naruto

He was probably attacked, she guesses.]

But someone stopped her. [they wouldn't be here DRINKING TEA WILLY-NILLY otherwise

actually they probably shouldn't be anyway but this was weird enough why not go along with it]

Any idea when she'll attack next? [they're sort of working together now, right? RIGHT??]

I'd play with you either way! 8)

[infomodder]

[The Abigail Hobbs Will knows is dead. She has to be. The ear, the amount of blood in the house. Investigators must have matched her DNA to it. The idea that she had been out there, somewhere, trapped and just missing an ear had passed through his mind. But as time passed and he became more and more aware of the horrible reality he'd found himself in, he knew she had to be dead.

And he knew exactly who did it.]

Yeah, that's who Hel is, basically. [Will's done some research. How could he not?] But no, that doesn't mean everyone in your house is dead. Was dead. I'm in Sigyn, it's...it's weird not to live on my own again. The rooms are nice, though. You'll have plenty of space.

so wacky! damn good cook though. damn good.

[doggedly]

[First, it's like, wow, what did he say, and how exactly was it wrong. Sirius comes from serious times, but he's not lost his ability to joke about things. That's more important than ever, in these dark days in good old wizarding England. He can be serious when the time calls for it (positively downright Sirius harr harr harr), but he's just as likely to break a dark mood with a joke as treat it with perhaps more appropriate gravity.

So maybe that wasn't the right tack to take with Will Graham, Dog Man? Only... then he's going on about tele-mind-reading, and he's speaking very haltingly, and Sirius sits back on his heels, blinking up at him.]

Er. I'm-- actually, yeah, that's the one they told me. Loki. Only I've never read a mind. You can't, actually, there's Legilimency, but it's not mind reading-- mine was a joke. And a lucky guess, I s'ppose. Came from one too many comics.

[Not that he makes any great study of comics, but you do get bored from time to time, and reading Quidditch Monthly is all right, and Busty and Bewitched even better, but there's got to be artistic distraction not in the form of curvy girls or curvy broomsticks, right?

No, actually, those do well on their own. But the point is, Sirius has embraced muggle culture, to an extent, partly to get under the skin of his family, and so he knows about crime-fighters with animal sidekicks in pulpy comics. It's a thing.

What's really difficult to believe is--]

Sorry-- you solve mysteries?

[A little incredulous at that. He squints up at Will again, still idly scratching at Samantha's neck.]

[climbingwalls]

Nobody gets a choice, then, do they? About where they stay.

[There's an uncomfortable note in her voice at the thought. She thinks about asking how structured things are here, for a moment; how much they tell you what to do and where to go, day by day. Wonders if, despite the apparently ability to go outdoors, it's going to feel like the hospital again.

Instead she pushes past that thought, glancing at him with a small, uncertain smile.] Does the dog come standard too, or did you find her somewhere?

to the chagrin of everyone he's fed once it's revealed

[infomodder]

[There's an L-word Will doesn't know. Not that he really understands the big L-word, but it's unfamiliar to him. It sounds like a legitimate (haha!!) thing in some world. It must be. It rolls off the tongue without any difficulty. But he's not used to the idea of mind-reading being anywhere ever, so what in the hell kind of world is this guy from?]

I guess we're both doing well with the lucky guesses. [He's back together, mostly. Back on his feet mentally. A bit. He's still not sure about all this magic and powers and so forth, but he likes dogs. He just has to focus on that.

And he does, pulling out a small bag of curly bits of wonderfully greasy bacon from a jacket pocket and tossing one down at the fluffy orange little beast that more often than not tries to steal his pillow.] That's a simplification of my job, yeah. I help track down murderers. Murder mysteries. Or, you know, I did. Then I came [He looks around, holding out the bag. Here, now Sirius can secure his place as Samantha's second best friend.] here and it's not exactly so useful. Thankfully.

[bestestfurrend]

I think I'd like to try the hot chocolate you're used to! It sounds pretty good too.

[She sips at hers, enjoying the warmth of it. It's pretty cold out here, really.]

Don't you mind sitting in the snow? For a long time, I mean! I thought humans got cold pretty quickly.

[brokenwolf]

[A small smile and a nod, before he looks down at his legs.]

I don't mind the snow. I was born in Winterfell, so winter is all I know. Besides, it doesn't matter much- the cold I mean.

[bestestfurrend]

Winterfell. [She repeats it to herself a couple of times, eyes closed in delight.] Oh, I like that name! It makes you think of snow falling softly on everything! Is it really always winter there? It could get cold where I'm from too but the summers were really hot! ...and it'll matter if you get frostbite, silly, that wouldn't be fun at all.

[in_loveless_memory]

[Ritsuka looked up, Soubi had always been ridiculously taller than him. Seimei was tall too but Soubi was even taller than his brother. However, then Soubi is kneeling before him, holding him around the waist. He sighed and leaned forward, resting his hands on Soubi's head. Sometimes he felt like the adult in their relationship.]

Soubi... what am I going to do with you?

merry christmas ps i love your hermione c:

[doggedly]

[Sirius actually huffs a bitter little laugh when she says his cousin's name, even if he doesn't look at all amused. Bellatrix. Like that's any great surprise, that she's mad enough to start burning people--or that she goes mad, if all this future tripe is to be believed. She's always been quick and dangerous and a little brutal, never as cool as Narcissa, not that Sirius liked her any better for it. And of course she was just drooling to join up with the rest of them. It's not surprising that Bellatrix would still be in with them, however far into the future Hermione Granger is from. The chance to do as she pleased, to lord her blood over everyone, that's not something Bellatrix Black--Lestrange, good God, now there's a match--would have been quick to get out of. Mire herself deeper and do worse, that was more her style.

He's jerked out of this reverie when Hermione steps in closer--doesn't notice her until she's just there, with her hand on his, and he starts, looking up to her face again. Nearly flinches away from that touch, honestly, before he thinks better of it--because she's not a threat. She's not with them, not with that word carved on her arm. Bellatrix. Merlin, but he hates her, and that thought is still twisting in him even as he nods, once, short, at Hermione.]

Yeah. I guess I believe you. Haven't got much of a choice otherwise, have I.

[It's sort of a joke. And then there's a beat, and he smiles, grimly.]

So how's the future, Miss Granger?

[Not like he can't guess. Not after seeing her arm. It's got to be a little bad. There's no way it could be good, with shit like that happening.]

[in_loveless_memory]

[He couldn't... he had to ask as he helped her get the middle part up onto the base.]

Yuiko, how is this not bothering you? You... you're acting like this is a school field trip. [Natsuo or Youji he could understand but Yuiko was such a crybaby.]