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! ♥

Comments

[mulletrock]

Yeah, that's what I mean. Her name's Daphne and here everyone's been powered down. He doesn't have his juice.

[As much as Dean wished that the guy could angel bus all of them outta here he couldn't, and he was learning to accept and tolerate him based on his new limitations.]

It's a long story. Believe me.

[notquitebeloved]

[He's not been pushed away yet. For now that's good enough. He hates being discarded, especially since it seems so easy for those he needs to do just that.]

[But Ritsuka also isn't telling him what Ritsuka wants. Other than for Soubi to think for himself. Soubi sighs quietly, shoulders slumping a little. Forehead still rests on the boy's chest.]

I just want to stay at your side. Will you let me?

[hisstrength]

[And she's got all of... well, his word for that. Sizing him up, she still thinks to sort him into a faction - but she supposes there aren't any, here. At least, not from what she's seen. And that's pretty terrifying all on its own, but... well. Tris shrugs to mask the shudder.]

Okay.

[She doesn't ask if the food will be free. She doesn't ask how many people there'll even be, but she supposes a bar is likely to be less crowded than a hall full of new people. Even if there's not a single quiet place in this city from what she can see. And besides, she never said she'd stay, either, and the welcome hall won't be going anywhere.]

[hisstrength]

[... this really is just getting crazier and crazier. Uhm. At some point she'll need someplace quiet to digest all this. But now doesn't seem like the time.]

...Deal. I don't want the first thing I do here to be catching a cold.

[hisstrength]

Maybe if I hit you you'll jump a foot in the air again. Or you could start running.

[Sloooowly rising, snowball in hand. ...what kind of place is this that she can say this and it's a serious threat to someone...?]

now i really do need to finish watching the first season

[curiousing]

[ Jack lived in his own little world. And it was no bigger than a town too. So what was perfectly acceptable and considered (though the term is being used ever so loosely here) normal for him was absolutely bonkers and even down right terrifying for others. Which, in retrospect, is also normal for him. Scaring is what he does best.

Well, that and singing catchy tunes and dancing over graves.

Also normal, by the way. ]

Of course! He is very loud on full moon nights but otherwise a terrifyingly pleasant fellow. [ The skeleton's body had found its way to his head, don't ask how, and was crouching down by the buried bone. It refrained from picking it up just yet and, instead, started to dig some of the snow away to allow the dog better access.

Jack was never one to deny a dog a spot of fun.

And when enough snow was cleared away for him to see, Jack blinked --yes, blinked-- to get some of the flakes from his eyes before catching sight of Will. ]

Why hello there! [ He grins his big grin while his body took a moment to dust the snow from his lower jaw. ] It's easier to carry a conversation when you can see one another, wouldn't you agree?

[sharingone]

[He rolls his eyes and scoffs at that. Of course the idiot would tell her something super important like that.]

Yeah. We're in an alternate world and at war, but everything's fine 'cause he can still have his fucking ramen.

[eyesofwonder]

Hahaha! You're all on naughty list! [The mirth in his voice already takes away any real meaning in the words. At the moment, there isn't a single one that's getting coal right now.

North gives a large throw at the boy running off - looping high in the air before hitting the top of the boy's head. Seeing Alice's throw though, he tries to move away. Didn't fully work. The snowball is able to brush his side thanks to his size.]

Almost! Got Santa twice now little one! Jack would be proud of such mischief. [Said without even bothering to check if she had any idea what he was talking about. He didn't know if any of the Guardians were here or if she had ever heard of the name Jack Frost. With all this snow and snowball fights however, North couldn't help but think of the new Guardian now.]

i hope you enjoy it! i thought it was fun.

[infomodder]

[What is going on what is going on skeletons are the inside parts of humans and humans are dead so skeletons can show and so if he sees a skeleton it's dead and also buried or standing up or on a table to be studied. Skeletons are most certainly not dressed so well (doesn't that just remind him of someone...), walking, or talking. They certainly aren't giving a dog more room to toy with his (yes, his, apparently) skull like he has some great sense of humor.

What in the hell.

What in the Hel.

Oh God, he's in Hel, isn't he? He's dead!

The dog is having fun, at least. And well-behaved enough to lick the hand, not bite at it (there is no cannibalism or boneism or whatever in Will Graham's world, not anymore), but it's still...bones! And Will is clearly not used to being talked to by a bag of bones, because when he sees himself being seen by nonexistent eyes, he actually takes a step back.]

Yes. But. [Don't be rude don't be rude he has no eyes somehow he can see him he doesn't need this brought up he doesn't need it rude rude rude he won't be rude] I've never talked to a skeleton before.

[no

no that is bullshit]

I've never talked to a skeleton that talked back.

XD

[iamaplague]

Awww, come on! All adults should have fun once in a while. Besides, I finished work for today, I would say I deserve playing around a bit.

[Hal, did you know you're absolutely no fun at all>]

Pffft... If you say so... But you're the first bloke to complain...

[empowers]

[ She looks at him, a little stunned at how blunt he is. She already likes him. Or maybe she hates him. She can't decide, after all. He's a little too similar to her. ]

It's better than being hit with a hard ball of ice that could have a rock inside.

Hmmm. He may know who this guy is. I don't know for sure >:)

[eyesofwonder]

[North had been having a rather exciting time making his way back from the castle. After catching him by surprise, the children had easily roped him into their game - hurling snowballs, evading them and even having a few of the children try to use his large body as a human shield. His poor red coat has seen more snow than in the North Pole at this rate.

Yet, North was caught off guard when he heard the cackle in the air and the odd sight of a skeleton twisting out of the way from an incoming snowball. A spirit? It had been North's first thought but he couldn't recognize this skeletal man so it wasn't from his world. Still, it was the only explanation he could think of to explain how easily the walking skeleton moved and talked.

So caught off guard that North hadn't noticed his own snowball miss the intended child entirely and head straight for the skeleton until he had already knocked out the poor man's head.]

Oops. [North ran over to the skeleton immediately. He wasn't too worried. The skull came off a little too easily for this to be the first time and he hadn't heard a cry of pain. Still though, snowball fight or not, he hadn't meant to take the man's HEAD off.] I am sorry for that. Did not expect to see... ah no matter. It was not my intention to make your head join with other snowballs. Ah! Here!

[Without much warning, he finds Jack's skull and carefully picks it up from the snow.]

[slugly]

[Over the years, Sakura had developed a protectiveness for said idiot. Enough that she would put EVERYTHING on the line for his safety, even Sasuke's life. She's just a little peeved he said something like that but she hides it well.]

Of course he realizes--! [DEEP BREATH.] I'm sure it's not like that, Naruto wouldn't...

It would be weird if he wasn't excited over ramen.

[sharingone]

[He knows it isn't the only thing. But it's just how the two of them are. Okay, it's how Sasuke is a lot of the time.]

[Her words remind him of the one time he said something so cruel that it actually did put Naruto off his ramen and it was such a strange concept he didn't know how to deal with it. Until they began to fight again, of course.]

All the God Houses have those tables in them.

the road less traveled by probably at least had an arby's

[palebee]

Frost; My Butterfly, correct? Excellent poem, I was astonished to read he was so young. What should that reckless zephyr fling, indeed.

[ He smiles as he peels off from a lightpole, head dipping light in her direction. Albus is a tall man for the standards of his day, made steadily more average by the advance of time. He doesn't so much tower as trundle over the snow, a bright green book held beneath one arm. ]

Please forgive me the eavesdropping. Afraid I'm quite new here, and growing increasingly desperate to hear any words not of my own narration. Not very chatty, the locals, but I hear that's been going around.

[ A spindly hand stretches out to shake, from under hot pink gloves. They don't match those ridiculous white furry earmuffs or that purple polka-dot scarf...but it's doubtful that anything really would. ]

A lovely, if somewhat single-minded young woman has informed me that these remarkable little knick-knacks --

[ Albus shakes his opposite wrist, waving the little bangle trapped there. ]

-- hold within them the capability to record events. Akin to a camera, but continuous in capture, and public in nature. Quite clever, and unarguably more portable. Perhaps you might use them to similar effect?

Gawain | Starz Camelot edition

[multiweapon]

[He's been brought here to fight a war without choice, away from the king he follows, and it's not even a good time of year. There's snow on the ground and he's not really dressed for it in his leather and cloth but in the grand scheme of things it's a small price to pay really to be like this and the children are happy so he can't complain about that. In fact it's rather thrilling to know that children, somewhere, are happy even if it's not Camelot at the moment.

So really it's with a grin, after several moments of contemplation at his situation because he could get rather deep into his thoughts or go off yelling at some unseen person, that he decides on something more fun. That being to bend down with his shield over his head to cover him as he scoops up a handful of snow to throw at the nearest person. Without looking naturally at the person before him as he throws it.]

[slugly]

[WOW YOU BOYS REALLY DO NEED SAKURA TO CALM YOUR ASSES DOWN

And that's really unexpected so she blinks dumbly, taken aback]

-- I thought it was just a Naruto thing.

Albus Dumbledore || Harry Potter and the Adjective Noun.

[palebee]

[ When Albus Dumbledore fights a snowball war, he fights to win.

But bereft for the moment of magic or cunning device, he's been forced to retreat behind siege lines. The enemy are numerous, well-equipped, and have clearly lost all capacity for reason. Best to beat a strategic path to shelter indoors, and live to struggle another day.

The revolution will be soggy.

Wiping the fog from his lenses, he makes for a booth in the little shop -- a cafe? Bakery? He can't quite tell, it's all rather blurry (put your glasses back on, dear). It occurs to him, as he sits, that he really ought to actually buy something. It's only polite, particularly for one dripping ice all over the upholstery.

Right, well. That would require having literally any form of currency on him at the moment. He hunts through a pocket, humming an absent tune beneath his breath. ]

"...And scorn not the wand in his old withered hands, but remember those fingers that once could move sharper..."

[crowover]

Getting to know you better helps that, too!

[So he knows how to push his buttons.

Or who to threaten until he gives in.]

ronald weasley / harry potter

[weaselking]

[ he's gone through the run-down with the maids, somehow now made his way outside. the shock of the winter air once it's entered his lungs takes his breath away. it shouldn't but it does. it slams into him way worse than when he had dove into the lake after harry after he hadn't resurfaced. a shiver drives its way down his spine and his shoulders hunch up high as he tries to fight it back, unsuccessful.

ron exhales on a muttered curse and patches of fog make up for his breath, his attention taken to the buildings first and then to the cheerful sounds of children and the whump of packed snow hitting its targets. children? he tries to scan the area, ducking when one snowball heads in his direction.

unfortunately there's no luck for him. he doesn't see anyone at all that he might recognize. is there any point in even calling out their names?

pulling up his collar and tightening his hold on his rucksack, ron begins to head forward, making to avoid (or try to) the snowballs whizzing past. ]

innocent as can be

[bitterbit]

[ Greg points intently to a stranger, as they flee away through the snow. ]

Man, can you believe that asshole? You okay, dude? Looks like he pegged you pretty good there.

[ It's all a very good show -- he looks quite genuinely concerned. However, it does absolutely nothing to disguise the loose snow still clinging to his glove. ]

veterans of the ancient snow wars

[bitterbit]

[ Greg yelps as the powder scatters down his back. Okay. Realistically, he ought to have expected that walking into the middle of a snowball fight meant that you would get hit with a few. Maybe even by some medieval asshole straight out of one of those weird LARP games.

What he hadn't precisely counted on was being able to feel cold. Alright, in the abstract, sure, he wouldn't usually have bothered with the coat -- but there's a difference between ambient temperature and freezing slush running down your back, and it's not one that he's entirely pleased with. ]

What the fuck, dude?

[ He holds his hands up for surrender...realizing in the process that he probably ought to drop the snowballs he's already holding. It's not really a call for peace unless you rid yourself of weapons. He's a rational adult here, he can exercise a little restraint.

Well, maybe not.

He's a bit giddy -- blame it on his first daylight in thirty years. Greg brings his arm back hard, overhand, and wings his ammo in the knight's direction. ]

Suck it Trebeck!

Re: Gladstone | Sherlock Holmes

[bitterbit]

[ Oh my god. Is that a floating dog? This is the best fucked up fever dream Greg has ever had. He's alive. He's happy (how in hell -- hel? -- had that ever happened), and now there are dogs.

Dogs that can fly.

There are no words, only incoherent cooing as he waves a half-eaten hot dog back and forth towards it, his lunch momentarily forgotten. ]

[samantha_grey]

Again, it could be a LOT worse. [She laughed and motioned for her to follow, heading straight for the big road between Sigyn and Loki and hanging a right. It was obvious she knew where she was going, and not far at all to a small looking shop set off the road in Loki. The sign in front said 'A Pinch of Sage.']

[snowstormed]

Already got the basics off the faceless lady back in the castle. [A shrug.] I'd like to know more than that, sure, but I'm not in a hurry.

[Besides, he's still pretty sure he's dead. That's usually what happens when one falls off a moving train at a great height.]