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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Mikazuki Shinonome | The Lucifer and Biscuit Hammer

[crowover]

[Mikazuki is excited. More than excited, he’s FIRED UP and the cold, crisp air just makes everything more stimulating. Fighting to save his own world was one thing, but even in his wildest dreams he didn’t think he’d be transported to yet ANOTHER world and fight to save that one, too. In a war between Gods and Giants, no less! This is what legends are made of, it’s awesome - no, not awesome. It’s freaking EPIC!!

He doesn’t walk down the streets as much as he jumps, looking intently at everything and grinning like a maniac. When a snowball hits the back of his head, he turns around and laughs, waving to the giggling children.]

Nice shot!

[He joins the snowball fight for a while, cheering and crowing much to the children’s delight. But this isn’t enough to calm him down, the adrenaline rushes in his blood and demands something more. A real fight. After taking one last snowball to the face, Mikazuki ruffles the children’s hair affectionately and walks away (“See ya, Mister!”). Once he’s far enough, his expression changes and something flashes in his eyes - battle lust.

And so, Mikazuki wanders around until he spots another Traveler and approaches.]

Heeeeeey there buddy. How ‘bout a fight? Practicing your power a little.

[He’s smiling, but his tone and expression imply that he might not take no for an answer.]

[in_loveless_memory]

[Ritsuka's tail frizzed as soon as someone jumped out from behind a bush. Only to suddenly have his ears perk and a smile to appear on his face.]

YOUJI! [He hugged onto the other boy tightly. He couldn't help it. He hadn't seen one of his best friends after such an important situation in his life. He held onto him tight. Youji's body was freezing. Crap. Crap. Crap! He quickly hugged Youji tighter.]

James Buchanan "Bucky" Barnes | MCU

[snowstormed]

[Funny thing is, Bucky is pretty sure he's dead. The last thing he remembers is falling from the train, still reaching out for Steve, and then--he's here. Maybe this is some kind of weird afterlife, but if that's so, then it's not like any he's ever heard of, with the grey and the gods (hoo, boy is he glad there aren't any nuns around) and, oh yeah, apparently there's a war going on.

Die in one war, and you end up fighting in another. Whoopee. At the very least, as far as he can tell Steve isn't around, which means he isn't dead yet. It's an incredibly small comfort, considering that Bucky being here means he can't watch Steve's back, and yeah, okay, he's a big guy now who can take care of himself, and the Howling Commandos are still alive, apparently, but old habits die hard.

He steps out of the castle and--

It's snowing. Oh, irony, he's not sure whether to laugh in your face or hate you. It's snowing.

Irony aside, though, Bucky can still appreciate snow, and he can most definitely appreciate the fact that this place looks a lot less like he's come to expect out of an actual war and a lot more like a snowball fight of epic proportions. Hell, he might actually join in, if not for the fact that he'd love to figure out what to do first--

--and splat goes the snowball. Bucky wipes it off his face, but it is on now, and he bends down to pack one together and throw it towards whoever's thrown the first one at him.

Maybe it's you. Or maybe you're just some poor guy who happened to be in the wrong place at the wrong time. Whatever you are, there is a snowball coming from Bucky's direction, headed straight towards you.

Duck.]

Gladstone | Sherlock Holmes

[bakedstreet]

[Baldr sure found a winner with Gladstone. The dog of the best detective in London and the doctor that Gladstone would consider the best as well, he has plenty to be proud of. Arrogant of, being chosen as he was. Of course, he might just believe John is so good at doctoring because he's so good to him. He feeds him and loves him and bathes him, even if he sometimes leaves him alone with that Sherlock Holmes. That guy. Constantly shoving something new into his body just to see what sort of reactions he'll have. He's probably died, like, six times at this point. He's never sure if he's going to die or Sherlock has done something to make him immortal. But then again, he's a dog. What does he know about lifespans?

What he knows now is that he can fly. Kind of. It really seems more like floating than anything else. So here he is, a floating, glorious bulldog taking full advantage of it. He may bump into the back of knees. Someone's butt, even! But he's not being obscene, oh no. He's just not in full control of his floating quite yet. If someone's short enough, he might just knock into the back of their head.

But what Gladstone is interested in?

Food.

He will do most anything for food, it's true. So if there's someone eating or who smells of food, of course he's going to float on over like some beautiful bulldog ghost that's neither dead but is actually a beautiful bulldog that can float. He wants the food. He craves it. He'll float right up to their face, the bracelet stuck between collar and fatty folds of his neck. His collar says only:

GLADSTONE
221b BAKER STREET

His name is Gladstone, not Gladstone 221b Baker Street. Surely people can figure that out if they look at it.

God, he's hungry.]

Re: Aiichiro Nitori ( Free! )

[saving_sound]

[Oh.

My gosh.

She promptly drops her groceries as she rushes to the poor boy oh no oh no oh no what has she done]

I-I'm so sorry!

Mikazukiiiiii

[not_sasuke]

[He'd been trying to keep his head down in all of this mess - it's no good to get involved when you hardly know what's going on to begin with.]

Ah- a fight? I'm not sure that's such a good idea...

[He keeps his voice quiet, almost as if he's perturbed by the very idea. But there's a slight tenseness there, as he's also ready to react if this guy decides they should have a go despite that.]

[samantha_grey]

[The bracelet showed a bored woman hunkered over a table and working with a few small vials filled with odd colored liquids. She wasn't human. Humans didn't have horns, or a spaded tail swishing in the background. When she spoke, her tone was distant, cynical.]

Bad news. They never listen to that one. Tried that when I first got here. Didn't go so well.

Beatrice "Tris" Prior // Divergent series

[hisstrength]

[Here's a scrawny teenage girl in black clothing who is currently walking down a street in Sigyn district, scowling at her bracelet and the post she's examining on it, only looking up occasionally so as not to run into anyone.

Is that really wise in the middle of a veritable snowball war?

Probably not.]

[samantha_grey]

[So... "James." That person passing by? There's this odd, sort of faintly sulfurous scent in the air, a bit like gunpowder, when she gets close. She's bundled up pretty heavily. As soon as she's addressed, though, her head lifts and returns the gaze, and the pirate's getting a nice full view of something that looks like it came out of an old religious pamphlet.

Red eyes, fangs barely visible when she talked, a pair of black horns on her head, and a spaded tail that swishes its way out of the heavy coat. Her eyebrow raises and she shakes her head.]

Don't want to sell that one. You'll regret it.

[samantha_grey]

Duck!

[So, yeah. Snowball war. That one was meant for someone else, but Beatrice was conveniently in the way, so she served as a perfect meat shield for the projectile. It came at her full force and there was someone laughing from the other direction.]

Hey! Get back here you mangy coward! [Shouted before she sighed and looked almost apologetically at Beatrice.]

[samantha_grey]

Christ, girl! You're going to freeze to death out here!

[Said by a red-head storming, full-force, right up to her as she's leaning against the wall. If Samara isn't quick, she's going to be grabbed by the arm and someone's going to start hustling her towards a nearby building. The person's got a suspicious air to her, and the smell of sulfur... or perhaps gunsmoke lingers faintly over her, but she's not leaving a soaked cat out here to freeze to death.]

let's at least get you into the welcome house. we'll figure out which one you belong in in a second.

[madeforwalking]

( No, no it is not.

Proof #1: the other grumpy looking teenager {HAH} shaking snow out of his hair. Puss is probably standing in her way, but look, it's not easy to take care of ankle-length hair okay? He needs a minute here, or maybe two.

Say, how's her patience doing today? )

[hisstrength]

[She yelps as she's hit (square in the face, at that), and, once she's qiped her face with her sleeve, glares in the direction it came from.

Then she shot a look over her shoulder, to spy the person ducking around the next corner who had apparently hidden behind her.

...a beat.

...and she crouches down to make her own snowball, (it can't be that hard, can it?) the post and the weirdness of it all momentarily forgotten. Just stay right there, Samantha. You'll get that back.]

[hisstrength]

[She sees his hair before she sees him. I mean, let's face it, that's a lot of hair. Looking up, she notes he probably doesn't plan on moving anytime within the next few seconds.

Whatever, she'll just step around him - hang on is that shouting picking up behind her? Tris dives to the side so as not to be hit by snowballs. It's really not her fault if they hit him instead. Right?]

[samantha_grey]

[So... she'd decided to play too? Well, that was fine. Samantha's partner had skulked off somewhere. She'd have to find them again later, but a glance around the corner said that the girl was making a snowball of her own. The red-head ducked down, packing one and putting it into her tail's hold while she went for a second.

Who said she couldn't cheat a little?

So, by the time the girl came around the corner, there'd be a little devil girl, crouched but armed with a pair of forming snowballs. ]

[madeforwalking]

( Yes, yes it is ! !

That is to say, let us redefine sound and coherent thinking for a moment because the noise Puss makes at this? Is very clearly not human. Screw the whole power-changing aspect here.

You ever heard a cat yowling in outrage? That's the noise, you'll recognise it. There's also probably a kickflailjump involved here somewhere.

Better take another step back bb, this party is getting loud )

[hisstrength]

[That was definitely cheating, but likely as not, if Tris had any extra appendages, she'd have been using them too.

Packing that snow together, Tris wasted no time making it to the corner. And around it. And throwing her first snowball at the crouching girl, hoping to make the one shot count.]

[hisstrength]

[She's never had a cat. Or known anyone who's had a cat.

As such those sounds and the flailing are KINDA DISCONCERTING, she definitely takes another step away.]

It wasn't that bad, was it?

[Because that's kind of a spectacular reaction you've got going.]

[samantha_grey]

[On the upside, it was one of those nice body shots that spattered all over the red-head's face as she was getting up. On the downside, she was smirking and throwing one while her hand reached back to pluck the other and throw it too. They weren't packed too tightly though, so they were as likely to shower her with snow as strike solidly.]

Hehe, I tried to warn ya!

[madeforwalking]

( would murder be a spectacular reaction too? Don't think he wouldn't be capable of that, this is a teenager-bro {??} who is perfectly okay with poisoning kids, you see.

...good thing that there is no poison lying around here. Also, all that screeching takes up a lot of energy anyway. )

Not that-- what, what?! Have you lost all your damn marbles! That's cold as well as disgusting!

( sooo many exclamation marks and just think, there might have been more if he'd paid attention to you before, if Puss had seen you stepping out of the way. Lucky day all around

except for him, but that's how it goes )

[hisstrength]

Pfffth...! [On the upside, snow didn't taste that bad. On the downside, it was starting to seep through most of her clothes. ... this really wasn't what she expected when they told her she'd been pretty much abducted. Also, seriously, where had that second one even come from?]

Wow, I walked right into that...

[Still, she crouched down and got ready for the next round.]

[barkedlouder]

[ "More than you know" are the words that come to mind, but they never leave her lips. They're replaced with a girlish squeal as she darts away from the hastily thrown snowball that probably would have missed her anyway.

That's a conversation that could lead to serious things she has no desire to deal with if continued. She'd rather act like a child and throw snowballs at her friend and withhold information she doesn't actually have yet. ]


I reckon you'll be sauced before I ever reach that point!

[ She's speaking around laughter, crouching behind a tree of her own, and trying to get another snowball ready while ignoring the cold that bites at her hands. Anne really hates the cold, but there's a warmth about this situation that makes it tolerable now, even with the air that scratches at her throat and makes catching her breath just a little harder. ]

[bornarebel]

[Gale is doing his best to avoid the snowball war and juggle the bag of supplies Jo had sent him to get. He had not been back in Asgard for long but it had fit like home when he did return.

Unfortunately he makes no sound when he walks and the bag blocks his view as he moves it to stop another snowball from knocking it out of his hands.

That is how the tall young man ends up nearly knocking the girl over, he moves the bag, blinks and gives a grimace.]

Sorry, I didn't see you there....

Tobias Eaton (Four) | Divergent Series

[herstrength]

[He did not go far from the Welcome house, Gods, powers, all this seemed like a lot of bullshit to Four. Instead he stood there eyes glued to the bracelet, not caring about the ruckus around him.

He spent his moments instead trying to figure out the technology and moving out of the way of any snowballs he happened to see coming.]

[hisstrength]

[...that would be a pretty spectacular reaction, but she'd also be very much not okay with it. She's also not really okay with being yelled at for something she didn't even do.]

It's just snow.

[Get over it. Sheesh.]