DECEMBER TEST DRIVE

[nukeoleptic]

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

[barkedlouder]

[ "More than you know" are the words that come to mind, but they never leave her lips. They're replaced with a girlish squeal as she darts away from the hastily thrown snowball that probably would have missed her anyway.

That's a conversation that could lead to serious things she has no desire to deal with if continued. She'd rather act like a child and throw snowballs at her friend and withhold information she doesn't actually have yet. ]


I reckon you'll be sauced before I ever reach that point!

[ She's speaking around laughter, crouching behind a tree of her own, and trying to get another snowball ready while ignoring the cold that bites at her hands. Anne really hates the cold, but there's a warmth about this situation that makes it tolerable now, even with the air that scratches at her throat and makes catching her breath just a little harder. ]

sob, so late ;;

[kidder]

[ There's a loud, free bout of laughter and it feels like any other day dicking around on Rackham's ship - all good natured teasing and snickering like children. ]

Tsk, tsk. Ye of little faith.

[ Mary's hurriedly trying to roll together another snowball as she glances quickly around the trunk of the tree to spot where Anne's gone. Right, behind another tree, hmm.

And then a thought occurs - Mary's leaning back a little to scan the tree she's hidden herself behind, gauging how reachable the lowest branch is. Ayup. Just going to be a super cheater here and take a running jump to catch onto that lowest branch, swining herself up into the tree. Hey, she never claimed to play fair. Pirate, okay. ]

Still, better to be sauced in good company than alone, aye? [ because she is the best company, okay, don't even. ]

cries not as late as i am

[barkedlouder]

[ It would feel more like any other day dicking around on Rackham's ship if snow didn't fall out of her hair every time she shook her head, but she'll take what she can get. She'd take colder temperatures, even, if it meant spending just a little more time with Mary. ]

Tell me where to find this good company you speak of and I might tell you when I find a place to get a decent drink!

[ Anne's first thought when she realizes Mary's going for the tree is cheater and then pirate and she can't help but to laugh a little harder at that. It's a long shot, but Anne attempts to throw her snowball at Mary through the branches and leaves. It'll probably miss, but it's worth a shot. ]

You'll have to come down sooner or later! Can't get much snow from up there. [ Or at least she's hoping so. You can't win a snowball fight without snow, after all. ]