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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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Mmm...no, you didn't. I'm quite alright as well.

[He offers a small smile. And then...]

[And theeeeennnn...]

[Nothing because wow he has never been particularly skilled at small talk. This conversation is off to a great start already, A+. What the heck do you even say to someone you nearly just knocked over?]

Uhm...I take it since you are not grey, that you originally come from a world other than this one?

[Yes...such a conversation starter...................what a good.]

[It would have been better to surprise Remus. Surprise? Ambush, maybe. But this is all right as well.

It's about time makes it seem as if he's been gone ages, which, all right, he's beginning to understand and accept how that could be possible, but it doesn't make it any easier to swallow. I just saw you, he wants to say to them, whenever they act as if it's been ages, I just saw you an hour ago, maybe more, but still in no time at all.

But really, it doesn't matter. He's still glad to see Remus, it's one more familiar face, one he's quite fond of, and yeah it helps to reconstruct normalcy, having them all here--all save Peter--but it's also just better. He looks around at the sound of Remus' voice, and grins--but also doesn't put down the snowball he's working on.]

Well, look at you, don't you look comfortable. So you've gone native as well? Disgusting. Where's my candlelit vigil, by the way.

Merlin's--

[All right, one innocent snowball? One innocent--if icy--snowball, and this is what he gets? It's not on, and if this were England, and he had all of his magic at his disposal--

Well, who the hell knows what he would do, actually, because this would still be vines pushing him off of the wall. But he'd be able to do something, at least, not just--]

Oi! [And all right, all right, yes, he's off of the wall, get away, vines--] Are these yours?

[They have to be. A wizard doesn't miss things like little gestures, because little gestures turn into things like vines pushing you off of a wall. She has got a nice dog, though; even as he's semi-glaring at her, he's got to grudgingly note that much to himself.]

[He's busy packing snow around a snowball when he hears her voice--and he sort of stops, or at least slows in his work, and grins, but doesn't look up at her, not just yet.

There was a time where he'd have been chucking snowballs at Lily Evans--and sometimes James would be with him, and sometimes James would be shoving him in the back and telling him to stop because Lily isn't a target--but the thing about Lily Evans was, she would throw snow back at you. She'd shout at you, and she wouldn't always do it, and she wouldn't always be joking if she did--but she would throw it back at you, and Sirius, despite everything else, has always respected that.

He glances up at her, finally, still working on his snowball, with his eyebrows cocked.]

'Just children' is no excuse, miss. 'Just children', so they can get away with everything? No. It's not on. And you'd not be so charitable if they were chucking snowballs at you. You forget, I know you.

[Work finished, he holds the snowball out to her, his fingers red from cold but his smile patient, waiting for her to take it.]

[Robb nearly freezes up when he hears the voice--he knows that voice. He knows that voice. He hasn't heard that voice in far too long a time, and he whips around the corner as fast as he can.]

Bran! [A wave of conflicting feelings crashes over him, as he rushes to his brother's side. Guilt clashes with shock and giddiness and relief and confusion, all those emotions and more stuffed into Bran's name.

He's a king, he knows better than to let himself go like this, but right now? He doesn't care, his brother is here and alive and gods, but he's missed him.]

[So Sirius has heard this, already, at the castle. He was given the explanation and he listened, sort of, but he was already a little on-edge about the whole thing and so he hadn't perhaps listened as well as he could have--but it doesn't matter, because James' explanations will always be superior to anyone else's. Sirius and James have a way of talking, in shorthand, where they can speak in whole sentences or they can not, because the little cues that they pick up from one another make up for the rest.

All right so: Norse gods, Thor and Odin, bracelets are good, Remus is here as well, teaching but teaching snowball fights, and then James got him in a hug, and even if it's only been a bit of time, for Sirius, he can appreciate that. It's a grounding sort of hug, it's like: okay, so they're in this mad place and what about magic, James, but the fact that James is here to ask at all is more or less all that he needs. So long as he's got James, he's bloody invincible.]

We got picked for a war... because we weren't doing well enough at our own? Or we were doing so well-- yeah, thanks, welcome--

[But it's hard to be at all bitter in the face of James' cheer and happiness, and he's still grinning, even if he's still not certain of all of this. It's really the magic bit that gets in his way, everything else he could manage.]

Only if you're teaching children about snowball fights, I can't imagine that there's much fighting that's gotten done. Unless-- the children are the ones that we're meant to be fighting? Were we brought here to do snow war with children, because if that's the case, it's no wonder you needed me here, Prongsie, you're not bad at snowballs, but we all know who's better-- you didn't just get here as well, did you?

[It's really more a question for confirmation than anything else, because he can tell just from the way that James is talking: no, he didn't just get here. He's been here.]

'Nothing is impossible if you put your mind to it.' How optimistic.

[You be careful there, Miss Granger, don't go giving false hopes.

But so okay: this is the sort of mystery that Sirius likes. Now that he knows there's no avenging brothers or unfortunate anger to deal with, now that he knows that it's just a fit girl that knows his name and has, apparently, heard stories about him, knows him from reputation--that's all right, all of it is all right, and so he's grinning, now, faintly and thoughtfully. He folds his arms over his chest and takes a half step back, imitating her stance, with a little exaggerated sass thrown in for good effect.]

Is that so. Well, mine is his favourite face, I s'ppose it stands to reason that he'd have talked about it... and I've got something of a better reputation than he has, so it's no surprise that he'd have talked about me instead of himself. Actually, that is something of a surprise, considering he usually just updates the stories so he can get credit for clever things that I've done and said--bless him, he needs all the help he can get, I can't get too angry about it 'cos I just pity him--

[He narrows his eyes a little at her all the same, though he's not lost his grin.]

All right, if that's not the best way to say it, then what is the best way to say it? You're very good with words, I can tell that already. Though I think you're probably rather good at a lot of things, so let's not single that one out.

[Ugh! How can he be so happy right now? They're nowhere near home and her precious Robin is nowhere to be seen! There's plenty of things to be sour about.

She can't be particularly surprised, as this is how he always seems, but it doesn't help her mood any.]

Just recently. I got my bracelet and they carted me out into this horrendous city.

Only fools play with kids in the snow. Of course not. I'm considering my options as to what I want to do with their impudence, seeing as this place has stripped me of my real powers to give me some watered down version of what I could have learned to tap in myself. [She is going to be real mad about this for awhile. All the hexes she could be working on!]

Don't you care that they're getting away with harming you? Doing things as though they don't know better? [She eyes some of the kids. Maybe she'll just practice her new powers on them. That sounds like a good idea. She might as well, since it's what she got now. She could be quite powerful if she practiced with it.]

[While the younger girl had moved closer to him, peered up at him with those hopeful eyes hidden behind her pale and hollow demeanor, and offered him a whisper for an answer, Soushi could not help allow his expression to slightly weaken as he begins to feel nostalgic over the way the younger girl seemed and acted as, it was an all too familiar situation. Did this child come from a world that her circumstances have treated her harshly? Or was she a spirit that was getting used to her new human body? He did always wonder if the spirits from his world were given a human form, would they act the way this child does?

Whatever the case may be, Soushi could not help feel a surge of protectiveness flow through him. An odd, but equally familiar sensation as he has never felt the urge to protect someone as much as he did for this little girl at the moment. All he knew was: he could not let this child out of his sight.]

It brings me great joy to hear you say so. You are very brave. [He will offer her a very kind smile as he allows the younger girl to remain close to him, placing a comforting hand on her shoulder to offer a light rub to help in warming her small form a little more.] Welcome to the city. I apologize on behalf of the patrons of this world for bringing you here without offering some kind of proper winter attire.

[His gaze will begin to observe her realizing she might not be wearing shoes neither.]

May I carry you to the closest establishment to find you proper winter clothes? You must be freezing with your hair as wet as it is. [He will begin to remove the scarf around his neck and offer it to the younger girl by trying to use it like a head towel to try and protect her long wet hair from the cold. He couldn't allow her to get sick, not under his watch.]

[Four stops his inspection of the bracelet, his brow pulls together and for a few moments he just watches.

He was uptight but this seemed like overkill.

And Four really was no good at having a filter, thus what he thought blurts right out of his mouth.]

Isn't that an overreaction?

It's one of those awkward moments where Owen is being just sarcastic enough for Hornblower to be offended, but not sarcastic enough for Horatio to accuse him of being rude. Instead, Horatio is forced to politely accept his help to his feet, and set about awkwardly brushing the snow from his clothes.

"So it is. And I must thank you for your assistance, Sir. I suppose I was preoccupied."

He must thank you. Not that he wants too, but that etiquette dictates...

So you'd rather stand here in the snow then follow me to the Roadhouse where it's warm and there's food?

[Plus, questions answered if she needed it and Gale having been here before knew how disconcerting that first day could be.

Even if a person could take care of themselves.]

And answers to your questions.

Horatio doesn't know what's more perplexing, that Bush is here at all, or that he's laughing. Perhaps it's just because Horatio has never seen him in a situation where he lives under neither the tyranny of a mad captain, nor immanent death, nor court martial, but it was hard to imagine Bush as a man who took great joy at children hurling clumps of snow at each other.

Then again, he could be laughing because Horatio fell over.

"I'm perfectly all right," Horatio insists, slightly too loudly and slightly too quickly, he does accept the hand up though, self consciousness fading slightly when he's on his feet again, "Forgive me-- I am most pleased to see you again, Sir, despite the strange circumstances of it..."

Titchy.

[He demonstrates, with his hands, the size of a titchy dog, and that is: itsy bitsy titchy little. Also this dog here would fall under that category, but Sirius is more interested in scratching her behind the ears than he is anything else.

But then he's going on about strays and all right, yeah, Sirius is getting a general impression of this fellow. He's like a crazy cat lady, but a crazy dog... man. Which, there are certainly worse things to be, no judgements, especially because Sirius feels quite strongly about people taking care of poor stray dogs. He's played the part of a poor stray dog before, just for the hell of it. Some people are downright cruel to poor stray dogs, or they would be, if the poor stray dog they were trying to be cruel to didn't have a bit of his brain that was still very Sirius and thus able to outwit them, and maybe teach them a lesson, make them think twice about being cruel to poor strays--but this guy, this guy likes poor stray dogs. That's the kind of guy Sirius can like.

Even if he's a bit weird.]

So... all right, so what I get from this is, you're not the discerning sort. You just like dogs. Even when you're transported to Merlin-knows-where, and asked to fight a war, of some sort, you still just like dogs.

Noble cause. [The way he says it has a hint of amusement to it, but it's not judgmental or dismissive.]

[Sorry Faize, nothing against you but there is literally no change of emotion in her face. She doesn't feel as if the situation really calls for it. She wants to say it was her own fault as well. She had been the one not paying attention just as much as he wasn't.

A+ CONVERSATIONAL PARTNERS GO THEM.]

I don't come from here, no. You must be new.

[Duh Kirigiri, duh.]

[Will watches the gesticular (not a word!!!) explanation of titchy like a layman watching a documentary about NASA. It's a whole new world, this slang. It's foreign and therefore weird but it's also interesting and he briefly imagines the last European he knew saying titchy and it just doesn't work. Too cultured for titchy. He can't even imagine baby cannibal saying it.]

Oh. Right. I get you. Little...people sometimes call them yappy. She's part Pomeranian is my guess. That's a little, fluffy, orange dog...

[Which is probably totally obvious considering said dog is

fluffy

orange

and little

A million points to Sigyn for nobility in regards to stray mutts! Sigyn wins!

He realizes he probably should stop talking about dogs because this guy is brand new and while a distraction is nice, he may have questions.

But holy shit, Will cannot stop with the dogs. He's a disaster.]

Did I—? Sirius Black, right? I'm Will Graham. [Bad manners, this is his heart, it's on the table, Seleeeeeene] And that's Samantha. What do we do when we meet strangers, young lady?

[A little wiggle of his fingers is all she needs to have, and one little paw lifts up for a shake while a pink tongue hangs out. Maybe he has a lot of dogs, sure, but they're well fed, clean, and happy. What else matters?

Samanatha.

Sam.

Her name is Sam Graham.

Oh.]

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"A new arrival here, I take it?" Owen asked, as he watched Hornblower brush the snow off of his clothes. He certainly looked like a new arrival, at least. "Welcome to Asgard, sir."

[ The voice shouldn't come as a shock, considering, but he turns and gives Tommy a bland look - he's really not impressed, baby brother. He crosses his arms and shakes his head, lifting an eyebrow and trying to look a little less enthused than he really is. He's glad to see Tommy 'cause that means that, he hopes, Ellie is alright.

If he's not there's gonna be hell to pay. ]

You tell me where Ellie is and maybe we'll be fine, Tommy. [ He scratches his beard, a little lost and still on edge, even if he's calmed a little. ] Ain't like her to wander off these days.

Bracelet, huh.

[ Joel glances at the stupid little piece of metal and looks fairly disbeliving before he touches it - and woah, okay, technology. He's used to 2013, not... This. But he manages to find his way and - yeah, Ellie's here.

Now he's just gotta find her. ]

She's here alright, and gonna be in real trouble when I get my hands on her.

Somethin' like that, yeah.

[ He shakes his head, smiling almost fondly. Almost. ]

[ The voice rings in his ears and he feels his heart rush rather... Well, obviously, really. His desperate concern for her melts away when he hears her voice and he jobs forward and looks around until he sees her tumbling down from being high in a tree.

Of course she was climbing a tree. She always was resourceful.

He rushes to her side as fast as he dares, concerned but not wanting to look too foolishly desperate and upset her even a little. When he gets to her side, he kneels down a little and grabs her face between his hands, turning it gently. ]

The hell you been, Ellie? You ain't hurt?

[damnit Joel you're reminding her more & more of Booker. lack of words, never smiling, gruff look. it really makes her want to laugh.]

She's safe. [she speaks softly now. Elizabeth can sense his worry because she's used to Booker practically radiating it whenever he thinks she's in trouble.] She's been making friends & having some fun. I know saying 'don't worry' won't satisfy you until you see her, but - believe me, Ellie is just fine.

[a beat.] Or don't. You probably don't. [she laughs a little & shakes her head.] You're just like him.

[Fiona, wrapped up in a coat, hat, scarf combo, eyes him when he stumbles into the shop like he's being chased by the Mongol horde.] You okay, there, buddy? [God knows there's always something weird going on, in this place.]

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[There's only so much anyone can take before going into a kind of shock, and the events before Abigail found herself here would probably have been enough to cause that. If she had survived them, which she's fairly sure she wouldn't have, if she hadn't somehow ended up in the middle of Norse mythology.

That's just kind of icing on the cake after the day she had, and she stumbles out into the city looking utterly numb, barely even responding to the cold except to cross her arms. At least she's dressed for the weather, snarf snugly around her neck and a warm jacket.

She barely asked any questions, didn't really absorb much from the welcome. She'll figure it out later. Right now she just needs to get outside and try and breathe. She's always liked it better outside, but recently it's been hard to so much as think indoors, even if it's not actually the hospital around her.

She nearly starts hyperventilating when the snowball hits the back of her shoulder, whirling around and staring, waiting for the rock or the taunts or somebody standing there ready to haul her off to jail.... Only to realize exactly what happened.

...Would someone like to help the teenager trying to work down from a near panic attack?]

[ She looks a little guilty when his expression actually sours and attempts to heel her dog (the attempts go absolutely unheeded, of course; the creature is still too fascinated by the concept of snow that he seems to have forgotten that she even exists), and she lifts her hand at him with her palm open in a sort of wave. ]

Yes! I don't have gloves on, so that was waaay easier than making a snowball.

[ But her face scrunches in sudden amusement. ]

Were you going to say Merlin's beard? Is that a thing you were actually going to say? [ Because James had explained that to her, at least. ]

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DECEMBER TEST DRIVE

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it's the best swarm ever so don't be sorry

picks you up and swings you around!!

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idk about you, but i think she is very adorable right now....

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DOCTOR BUSHFACE!!!! :>

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will thought so too but that is not the point!!!!!!!

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BABY GIRL

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