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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claire novak | supernatural ( tfw 2.0 au )

[affa]

[ How about no. Gods and powers and a war where you win by being colourful? Sounds like a crock of bullshit, if you asked her. Which might be why the not-quite-pintsized blonde is tromping around with a potential case of elephant foot.

Even if she's wearing the stupid bracelet. She's going to find a nice hole in the city and inhabit it for a while. There's no point in bitching about going home right now. Not until she can find a sure-fire way back. But if there really is a war on, then she might just--

Get pelted in the face with a snowball. C'mere u little shit. ]

[mulletrock]

[Dean's not looking where he's going. It's bad enough he has to deal with all of this snow but now he's got people aiming at his back like there's a target painted there. It's no wonder he collides with Claire at exactly the wrong time, but he doesn't recognize her. Barely, anyway. The last time he saw her she was twelve.]

Hey, you okay, kid?

[She doesn't look too happy either. Wearing a face that Dean's chosen to call the new recruit mug. He spreads his arms out and lets them drop to his side.]

Lemme guess. You're new?

[affa]

[ In fairness, it has been nearly ten years, in her case. But by the time she swipes the snow from her mug, growling under her breath in words that are definitely unintelligible, she can at least appreciate the reaction. She is new. And evidently doing a shit-poor job at blending in. Great.

Except wow that. No, that definitely cannot be the same pretty-boy she'd seen when she was twelve. Seriously, it's like physically impossible. ]

Uh, yeah. [ She's pulling bits of stuck snow from her hair as she fixes her stare upon him. Like really, she's studying him like he's a goddamn piece of art. But not in the way he might have liked. ]

You're seriously not Dean, are you? Hunters do not make enough money to get by on that much plastic surgery.

[mulletrock]

[Wow. What the hell. He doesn't remember anyone like her before, he has to go through the big catalog of people he's helped on hunts and still nothing. He looks uncomfortable for all of a few seconds before:]

Yeah, I'm Dean. Losing the element of surprise is the worst part about this place, if you ask me. So- you gonna explain the botox jab 'cause I'm not that old.

[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.

[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?

[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.