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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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[It was nothing like any place she'd ever seen before. With the crowdedness of it, the only places it even vaguely reminded her of were the tattoo parlors she'd seen, except, all the different smells...

Frankly, she was having a hard time to decide what to stare at first.

Never mind she didn't even know what cocoa is.]

Okay.

[She figured it wasn't one of the poisons. Besides, it wasn't as if she absolutely had to drink it. Push came to shove, she'd just stay here until her hands stopped stinging and then leave, but for now she sat down.]

This place is yours?

[As she worked, the smell of chocolate floated into the air along with the other odors that saturated the air around them. Samantha looked around and nodded.]

Yeah. I sell herbal cures, medicines and potions mostly. That sort of thing.

[It's a christmas miracle. They all fucking asked. Sam shook her head and pointed to a still very gray citizen.]

Take it off and lose it. A few hours, you'll look like that. Won't remember who you are or why you're here or why you should care until the guards find you and give it back. Doesn't matter if you use it to talk to people. Keep it in your pocket or something, but you're going to want to have it with ya.

Well, he's the one who taught me how do play this game! Him and Jamie! I've never done a snowball fight before now! And I've gotten Father Christmas twice now!

[She clapped and giggled.] Would you like to get hot chocolate after this, Father Christmas?

[Every time the march of the confused new people begins, Ellie saddles up the horse and spends all day riding around the castle grounds. She's not the praying sort, but she always hopes she'll find someone. Joel is the one who always comes to mind, the only one she can really be hopeful about, but more and more she's found that death and distance doesn't stop people from coming to Asgard.

So he hopes.

She hopes for a lot of people.

Today, she's brought as many spare gunnysacks as she could find in the citadel. They're not great as coats, but they'll keep out the worst of the chill until she can get people into the warm. The natives are eager enough to help, thank goodness.

When she spots the woman, she's standing at Callus' head, holding onto his bridle and handing a gunnysack to a very confused teenager -- and she doesn't immediately recognize her.]

Hey, you need a bla-

[The sack slips from her hand, and she gives a hasty grab for it, managing to avoid dumping it in the snow. She feels like she's seen a ghost.]

Tess?

Holy shit, Tess?!

[Zevran hates the cold as much as most people from a tropical climate; he's bundled in a sleek, if warm, jacket, with a black scarf pulled around his face. As a bonus, it hides his pointed ears.]

[He is, of course, drawn to the woman having just as miserable a time of this as him, and so, perched on a nearby stone fence, he answers what was was clearly supposed to be a rhetorical suggestion:] Mmm, perhaps you should buy me dinner, first.

[ Joel is used to wandering around in the snow by now; he didn't have much of a choice. Oh, he was chilled to the bone and near enough chattering his teeth to stubs but he got used to it. It was survival, the one thing he was good at. He might not be as young as he used to be and his bones might creak to all hell when he pushes himself a little too far but he's as fit as ever - and more than capable of wading through the snow.

It's been years since he's seen kids playing in the streets, though, and it throws him through one hell of a loop. The danger of infected at every corner, curfews and worse in the QZs, the threat of death hanging on the minds of all parents... Well, it's just something the kids of this era were born into. Keep inside or the literally boogey monsters will come and get you.

All things considered, Joel should've been paying more attention. Still, when he hears that oh so familiar voice his head jerks up so hard it's an effect near enough like whiplash. Tess - but she'd died. He'd seen her body, the way she died like she lived - loud and fighting. But she was also standing right there in front of him, which - there was only one thing that could mean. ]

Sonofa... Don't tell me Tommy let me die.

[ Well.

There's exactly one thing about this whole kidnapping deal that she appreciates, and it's the mention of these 'powers'. Strength is - unsurprisingly, really - something that she values a hell of a lot more than anything else, and really, anything that's going to help her out in the long run is perfectly fine by her.

That isn't to say that she's even a tiny bit okay with this, though. It's exactly the opposite. She yells at the quiet person unlucky enough to deliver Johanna her letter, and she reads it over three times before she tears the whole thing in half and leaves it in the middle of the room, seeking something a little more informative. Mostly on the ways of getting out, of course. She's already done her time as a tribute, far more than she was ever supposed to at that. It's not happening again, not for the 'good of the realms' or for mankind or any of that.

She isn't a hero. She's never been a hero.

She storms outside, and promptly takes a snow ball right to the face. ]

...Come here you little twerp.

[ She's not actually going to hurt him, but is she pissed off enough to want to scare them a little? Sure. ]

[Finnick had been on his way to work at the SafeHouse. He had been taking a detour or he probably would have missed the scene entirely. There he had been minding his business when he had noticed a kid picking up and shaping a snowball, he had heard a giggle and then the paff as it hit it's target.

But, when the other had finally spoken, it was like a shock right down his spine. That voice was one that he hadn't heard in a long time, but he knew very well. so Finnick stopped, shoved his hands into his pockets, and turned around on the street slowly.

No mistaking that angry squawk of outrage especially now.]

Johanna?

[ She certainly hadn't been expecting a familiar voice when she'd turned to glare at the kid responsible for the snow currently adorning her face and hair, but when she hears Finnick she turns quickly. Her eyebrow raises as she looks at him in silence for a moment, then finally she just smirks and gestures with her arms at either side. ]

Well, well. Would you look who it is.

[ The smile isn't...nice. There's a vicious edge to it and she's still ready for a fight, but Finnick is one of the few people who won't get that directed at him. Besides, it wouldn't achieve anything, would it. ]

[He moves forward, reaching out as he brushes some of the snow from her hair. He knew things with time could be weird, but he had left her behind with Annie back in District 13 the last time he saw her. Finnick had the urge to hug her, but instead he settled for a big grin.]

Still as sharp as ever, huh? I doubt the kid will pelt you with anymore snowballs, so you can quit baring your fangs.

[Obviously he's teasing her about the sour look on her face. He unwinds his scarf from around his neck and settles it around her, winding it around her neck to block her somewhat from the cold. Johanna can look at him all she wants, but Finnick just goes about winding the scarf around her. Once he's done he shrugs a bit.]

There, that should help with the cold a little. Let's get you somewhere safe.

[Merlin takes the hand with a laugh.] I'm Merlin. Er, previous comrade in arms--I surrendered about an hour ago. Playing in the snow's great, but having my boots soaked through isn't as much.

Here, you should take this and warm yourself up. [He pulls a medium-sized towel out of his satchel and breaks some stitching on it before handing it over. It'll feel hot to the touch, but not uncomfortably so, when Dumbledore takes it.]

[ Hearing both the familiar name and that voice, Tess stops. Her head comes up and she finds herself staring straight ahead like a deer caught in headlights at him. Is it the bite of the winter air that skips her heartbeat, or is it him? Shit. Okay. So maybe she isn't as alone as she thought she would be.

She's still wearing the clothes she had died in, stains of dark blood dried into the fabric in two areas, chest and stomach, making it stiff. A blatant reminder. Does that help him in his disbelief and assumption that he thinks he's dead? Probably not.

What is she supposed to say to him? What is there for her to say besides give a pregnant pause and an awkward greeting? She's supposed to be dead, there's no way she could have survived all of that.

It doesn't matter because the hard hit of a snowball smacking into her bare arm has her composure shattering on a loud gasp, startled by the sheer, abrupt chill that makes her literally jump, feeling like she's jumped out of her skin. Tess twists just in time to see the little culprits scatter on an assortment of snickers and giggles. ]

--little shits..!

[ It's more of a hiss to herself, under her breath and she's keeping her back to the ghost of Christmas Past as she brushes off the melting snow, tries to shake it off. ]

[~~Excuse you, Zevran.~~

Tess looks over when she hears the voice, pausing in mid-step. 'Hey I don't know you, who you are or where you're from, you've got some bloodstains on your shirt and around the collar of your neck and I'm going to ignore that in favor of you putting a warm meal in my belly and maybe afterwards...just maybe we'll get a little something more--' that's what she's heard out of that single line.

It takes her a full moment however before it clicks in and she's saying the first thing that comes to her mind still heavy with the cloudiness of death.]

Lend me your jacket first and I might consider it.

[Her arms tighten against her chest, teeth beginning to chatter.]

[ Of course that gets more of a grimace, it wouldn't be right if she just let him fuss over her. For all her pained expressions and murmured grumbling though, she certainly isn't making an effort to actually stop him. Lord knows she could if she wanted to. ]

It isn't that cold.

[ It is, but he's already giving her more attention than she's strictly comfortable with, no need to concede that detail to Finnick too. She waits until he's all but done to slap his hand away - 'slap' really meaning a gentle shove more than anything. She wants to remasculate herself, not alienate him. ]

There's safe places now, is there? If I'd known that I would have shown up sooner.

[ Sarcastic as ever, but at least she does look like she has intentions of following. ]

[Tess hears the horse's hooves against the packed snow crunching before she sees and even hears the girl. Although she doesn't immediately recognize Ellie by the voice alone, hearing the beginnings of her - was it an offer? - is enough to draw her attention completely forward.

And then she hears her name-- her name.]

...Ellie?

[This has gotta mean the girl didn't make it, she's dead, the infection had somehow gotten through the immunity in her system, gotten to her. Christ, there goes the only known possible cure for mankind. That means they had failed Marlene, everyone.]

Je-Jesus Christ--

[As cold as she's feeling, as frozen as her skin is right now, she doesn't move forward. If Ellie is looking at her like she's seen a ghost then Tess is mirroring the expression.]

--Joel?

[The name comes out on a croak, the hands curled over her biceps dig her dirty nails into her skin already thinking the worst.]

And what will you do if Seimei comes here, Soubi? Will you leave me again?

[Ritsuka was just as discarded as Soubi, left by his brother, his fighter, undesired by his mother. It was a similar bond between them even if the discarding was different.

But he didn't want to be betrayed again, even when he knew the answer.]

[The happiness slips away as she realizes what Tess must be seeing, must be thinking. They're all dead. All of them. That her death was for nothing at all. Ellie shakes her head firmly and moves forward, flopping one of the sacks over Tess's shoulders. It's nice and warm from being laid across the horse.]

Fuck -- yeah, we're fine. We got away.

It's a really long fucking story.

[ Merlin's beard no longer seems an appropriate exclamation. Merlin's ears, perhaps.

He tries not to stop short, but there's a half-second of pause in his grip. Be reasonable, he chides. Even with the events of the day, there's no reason to assume that this man and the legend are one and the same.

At least not until the towel heats in his hands. ]

Ah -- thank you! Very kind of you. Enchanted, is it?

[ Albus manages to tear his glance away, inspecting the stitches with a curious eye before looking back up. This time his gaze is steady. ]

It's good to know I'm not the first to fly the white flag. Discretion and dry feet are the better parts of valour.

[ He's curious, beyond curious. But where does he even begin to ask? There'd been a fashion in the late 1890s for the name, as there was at least once or twice a century -- hell, even muggles tossed it out from time to time. Merlin Matthew Jones among his first years was proof enough of that, trampling through the halls in his hand-me-down farm boots.

Still, another Merlin Matthew is no less worth knowing. ]

Merlin. A name of some repute where I come from, they even put it on the sweets.

[ Albus smiles. ]

Personally, I aspire to as much.

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I would have to agree, and make an additional note that I feel nothing less than spoiled to have met you.

[ He flashes another small grin, returning his gaze from the window scene. Anyone who can offer him a bad pun in good faith is, until proven otherwise, a true and faithful friend. ]

Not too new, then.

[ Albus rests his arms on the table edge, lounging casually over them. ]

Scale is ever a relative thing, particularly for we transplants. An anthill, while small by human reckoning, is no less vast unto itself for our perception of its miniaturism. Time, I think, works in similar measure -- as anyone drudging to meet a deadline can vouch.

Have you found the city to your liking, thus far? I confess some concern at just how lengthy longer might become...best that span be spent in pleasant surroundings.

[ What the hell is an angry teenager in bondage gear doing in the middle of the street.

No. Wait. Scratch that. What the hell is an angry teenager in bondage gear doing almost stomping into him in the middle of the street.

Greg darts out of the way, just in time, sporting his own deep scowl as he does. Fucking teens. Did puberty rob them of their ability to look up?

...Alright, so more like down, the kid's got at least an inch on him. ]

Hey buddy, you okay? Might want to watch where you're going.

((He smiles, nodding.))

Ah, would you like me to carry something for you, Hibiki-san?

[Try as she might to stop the shaking that's now begun, the moment the sack is pulled around her Tess is breathing out a 'thanks' as she reaches with trembling fingers to grab it. She hunches her shoulders to pull it in closer so she's completely covered, her eyes not once leaving the young girl.]

Y-you got away?

[Damn this cold and making her stutter from the chattering.]

[Nice deflection there, Yusuke.]

What, just because I practice martial arts? I’m just a passionate young man who loves to hang out with his friends!

[Though “hanging out with friends” often means “battling golems in an attempt to defeat an evil mage”.]

[Zevran really, really doesn't wanna let go of his jacket, but are her teeth chattering? Oh, damn him for a fool.] I never could resist a blue-lipped woman.

[He hands it over, and his scarf, releasing his pointed ears to the world. But he's at least wearing a sweater. With sleeves. That has to count for something, right? It doesn't feel like much.]

I assume you are newly arrived, and not simply preternaturally stupid. Or perhaps a wily coat-thief, hmm. [He is already grimacing at the cold-- or perhaps annoyed with his act of charity-- but a sharp smile cuts the expression in half.]

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