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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[couldfindapen]

[The way she's looking at him and rubbing her eyes doesn't exactly give Clay much faith in her answer. He doesn't recognize her in the slightest, and that worries him a bit.]

You sure about that?

PRETTY MUCH

[redhourglass]

[ some things never change. ]

You're taking it well. No hysterics? No demanding to know what is going on? [ still, she definitely didn't throw a snowball at you. then again, most people around them were fighting, so why not? ] It gives one hope.

\o/ yay!

[iamaplague]

Why not? I'm just playing around and having fun with all this native kids. Is that a crime now or something?

[Kids are really fun, Hal. At least to Mitchell, who can act like a 12 year old when he wants to.]

[tonsofpun]

[She rolls her eyes upward, huffing a breath at him, but doesn't pull away again. Apparently, he's forgiven. For now.]

Sh'yeah, I know. But I wouldn't lie to you either.

... c'mon, I'll prove it.

[tonsofpun]

"Hey, dickhead!"

A snowball whizzes directly by Rachel's ear, but it's not aimed at her. It smacks directly into the kid who threw it at Rachel, and he falls down on his butt with an indignant cry.

And with that, Ellie appears at Rachel's side, flushed, freckled, grinning, before holding out a snowball.

"You look outgunned. Want some help evening the odds?"

[madcuriosity]

EEK! [She jumped when Santa was suddenly behind her and then giggled as she was hit, her partner seeking shelter again while she just scooped up snow and went back to throwing a snowball at him.]

[in_loveless_memory]

[He didn't know. Soubi was raised to obey but Ritsuka had never learned to command. He stayed just as he was, letting Soubi hold him.]

I'm not telling you, Soubi. For once, I want you to think for yourself.

[in_loveless_memory]

[He leads him to the shop he spoke about and once inside, he rubs Natsuo's arms, trying to warm him up.]

So... I guess I should start by explaining the guide. Despite it looking like a two year old did it, what it says is true... er... mostly. We aren't... well we aren't fighters and sacrifices anymore.

[in_loveless_memory]

Yuiko... [He sighed, nearly pinching the bridge of his nose. He loved his friend but sometimes he couldn't believe how she handled things. He wasn't sure if it was to be admired or headache inducing. Maybe both. He sighed but then he smiled.]

Yeah... you can play.

[sharingone]

[heh, he probably deserved it.]

What did he tell you?

[omittance]

[ He sighs, standing up and rubbing his cheeks before he nods. ]

Sure, go ahead.

Jack Skellington | The Nightmare Before Christmas

[curiousing]

[ It certainly is a most peculiar idea to want a dead man, a walking skeleton, to help in rebuilding and protecting Asgard. Questions arise and eyebrows raised. The Pumpkin King has a schedule to tend to (after all, Halloween is eleven months away!) and he really had not planned on taking a trip outside of Halloweentown so soon. But as the rather tall skeleton that is dressed to the nines is standing there and tucking the letter away inside of his coat, he realizes that is not what is most important here.

There is snow all around and children that are playing in the drifts. No Oogie Boogie about to mess things up and no Mayor panicking every few minutes about minute details for their festive plans.

The widest, most wicked of smiles stretch across his skull as a bony hand reaches down to gather up snow to partake in the fun. And soon enough anyone walking by can spot the limber skeleton dodging and ducking snowballs being hurled at him, letting out cackles of glee all the while. ]

You'll have to aim better to catch me-- oh!

[ And whoever was the last one to throw a snowball at him will have him eating his words as it knocks his skull off his shoulders and sends it flying into the snow.

Whoops?]

[affa]

[ She really, really wants to call bullshit- or maybe a shifter or something. But somehow that just ... seems wrong. Not to say she isn't wary, she still has a knife in her back pocket-- okay a switchblade, but it's something. ]

You should be. So maybe tell me something only an actual Winchester would know, and maybe I'll lay off the ass-sagging insults.

( loki | mcu )

[treachery]

[ He remembers the winters of his childhood, when Asgard had been strung with boughs of golden leaves and merriment, and barrels full of spiced wine were rolled into the great hall and bespelled to never lose their warmth. He remembers feasts at moonrise, when Odin Allfather tipped his goblet in the ritual minni and the tables of warriors roared their wine-mulled revelry. He remembers a hundred Great Hunts spent bare-armed in the snow whilst his brother and his cohort of fools clutched their cloaks close.

Easy memories, full of errant and careless joy, but now the snow reminds Loki only of his own atavistic origins, the blue that underlines the pale of fabricated skin, the —

And then, right on target, a snowball smashes into the back of his head.

He whirls, knocked free from his circuitous thoughts, hands raised in automatic defense. ]

Who dares — ?

[tonsofpun]

[Ellie nods, and waves him behind her, heading back towards the tree she'd climbed down earlier.

She picks up one of the spilled fruits, hefting it in her palm.]

You know how they said that the gods who brought us here gave us powers? Well -- this one's mine.

[She pushes the fruit into the ground, and it sinks down into it as if the dirt were made of water. And then roots and green shoots start growing up and through her fingers, incredible creaking noises, popping, snapping as she calls the tree into being. It's almost effortless now, and within a matter of seconds it's towering above them.

Ellie ducks out from underneath it, heading back over to his side.]

Growth.

... kind of a bad joke, huh?

[slugly]

[he walked right into it she's not even sorry

well, maybe a little but not really because it's a snowball, he's so overdramatic

Naruto didn't tell her anything Sasuke hasn't already told her, other than;]

That he has a table that makes ramen for him when he asks it to.

[Good ol' Naruto. She smiles, despite herself.]

Among other things.

i couldn't help myself

[infomodder]

[Will was, before, rather certain his disease was cured, or well on its way to being cured. He hadn't been hearing things. He hadn't been having horrible dreams of fire and stags. At least, not anymore than he'd expect, the last things he remembered taken into account. But now that he's out walking with one of his larger dogs, he's not sure if anything is right in his mind anymore.

What he thinks he sees is something like a skeleton in a tuxedo. He can handle that. But the skeleton is talking and picking up snowballs and is actively interacting in a way that makes him have to be real. He's a skeleton. This means he must be dead.

Very astute observation.

Already his mind is working it over, how he died. If he was murdered. The pendulum of him mind swings, swings, swings, and stops, and he finds himself beginning to see through the eyes of whatever it was that left the strange skeleton man dead.

...and then his dog goes bounding off, apparently trying to catch his skull like it's a ball.

That's just not right. Damn it, he trained his dogs better than that! Then again, he didn't exactly go through training with skulls. The pendulum resumes moving, meaning he doesn't get the chance to really profile how the skeleton became a skeleton before he's taking off after his dog in order to prevent it from traumatizing him by bringing him a smiling skull.

And, briefly, he wonders if this is a trick or Hel just got bored.]

Hey! [Said to the dog, of course. Skeletons don't talk. They also don't throw snowballs, as far as Will is concerned.] No one asked you to fetch a skull, did they? Don't pick that up. That's not yours. [It's evidence!!!! Murder!!!!] No one needs your DNA all over that.

[And then there he is.

With a skeleton man.

And a skull in the snow with a dog who wants to slobber all over it.





Isn't this just awkward.]

now it hurts to breath. thank you ilu for this tag.

[curiousing]

[ With eye sockets wide Jack watched as the word around him spun in circles. And with a rather loud-- ] Oof! [ --his skull landed in the snow, upside down, and buried to just below his mouth.

So, while all he could see was the snow and feel some of it get into those empty eye holes, he could still make out the sounds of a man and a dog approaching him. He grinned and waves, though his body was a few feet away so that looks plain silly now, doesn't it?

There's a laugh to be heard when he feels the inquisitive sniffing of a dog's nose at rhe underside of his head. ]

No need to worry! It wouldn't be the first time my head has been mistaken for a toy! The Wolfman has used my head for a few rounds of fetch before you know.

/adds rewatch series 5 to the to-do list

[ataxophobia]

No, it's not a crime, it's just not something a productive adult should be doing with their time. And those in the crossfire may not be overjoyed at a pelting of snow.

[Case in point. He comes to a halt, most of the snow removed but an unpleasant wet patch irritating his skin. He really hates when people ruin his clothes, he can just always feel it.] Perhaps you should move along off the busy street and not disturb those who don't wish to be hit?

[mulletrock]

Before or after our life story was shared with half the syfy geeks as a cult classic best seller series?

[Because there wasn't a lot he could share that hadn't already made it to those pages.]

[affa]

... Seriously? Those things are ancient.

[ Which actually says a lot about the situation so. ... Whatever. ]

Claire. I'm Claire. Novak. Your gayngel used to be my dad.

[mulletrock]

Ancient?

[That was just four years ago. When she mentions her name his face falls. Shit. Yeah, this was definitely not something he was interested in dealing with right now.]

Pretty sure your Dad wouldn't like hearing you talk like that. And he's not gay. He's got a wife here and they... well, they're together so I figure that's gotta mean something.

[affa]

[ The first quip merely earns him an arched brow. And- Oh thank god. He does recognize her. ... And is already scolding her. Great. Also-- hang on, what the fuck? ]

He's married? [ No seriously, what the fuck? ] You mean Castiel is, right? What the hell is he doing here? Shouldn't an angel be able to get the hell out of here?

Why the hell is he married?

[bornarebel]

Sure...[He knows that kind of tone, has used one minus the chipper quality himself.]

It's warm, with food and people. I'm not trying to pick you up.

[Yes, really, besides, she may be young but where he was from by that age you were no longer a child, not really. And, well, she had that look in her eye that so many Panem kids did.]

i'm glad you liked it 8)

[infomodder]

[Once, what seemed like years ago now, Will had told been told something along the lines that his psyche was being abused, that he was letting it be abused. That he was allowing his reality to bend and warp and one day? He'd look up and see a beach totem pole of corpses of his own making. He had kept going though, even when he lost time and couldn't remember the last few waking minutes he'd had.

And yet, for all of that, Will thought his psyche had never been abused harder or more quickly than it was being right now. The skeleton's body was operating on its own, it was even waving at him, and his beautiful dog was all but ready to start digging a hole for

a skull yes that was a skull IT WAS A SKULL AND IT WAS TALKING and this was just not what Will Graham was prepared for.

At all.

No one could have given him the coping tools needed to deal with this, he's pretty sure, even if their intentions were completely pure.]

Not worried. [About his skull, no. He's more worried about what in the flying blue fuck is going on in his, because there is no way this is real.

This cannot be happening.

It can't, it cannot, so he looks at his watch to ground himself as he tries to...] Wait, did you just say the Wolfman?

[He hasn't had enough horror movie marathons to justify this. This is something he's not...this. This is real? No. Yes. No? If he keeps waffling on it, clearly it'll make itself known.

Or maybe his dog will just try to roll the talking skull around like what's up, this is normal. This is not normal and Will is just torn between looking at his watch and trying to keep the dog from


his name is will graham, it's nearing dark, and he's out of his mind]