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

Haaaaiii!

[beforethewar]

Eight is a bit amused at both, really, and goes to comment about it, but stops dead when the man speaks. Has he met him before? Eight's memory is never the greatest, but he can't quite recall ever seeing him before.

"...again?"

Well, it's not like it hasn't happened before. He remembers the time that woman in 1851 mistook her for her husband, and even had him pose as the man to keep her uncle from taking her house from her. Then there was the time, a few bodies ago, when Peri was mistaken for Louis XIII's wife, Queen Anne. Strange, but not unheard of.

"Oh! No, I'm afraid you have me mistaken for someone from wherever you came from. I'm called the Doctor. And your name is?"

[sssiiiiirrrrr]

For one, horrible moment, Horatio thinks that somehow Bush has managed to simply forget their time of service together (It could happen. Everything else about this place is completely surreal, so why not that as well?) before the Doctor introduces himself. Then comes... just bemusement really.

Horatio resists the urge to squint as he studies the Doctor's face. There's nothing for it, the man looks identical to William Bush. Every line of his face, every curve of his features exactly the same.

"Forgive me. Lieutenant Horatio Hornblower, at your service, Sir. I served alongside Mr William Bush on board the Renown some months ago and I would assure you that I hold him in the very highest regards."

And the Doctor needs to know this, because the Doctor is clearly related to him. Probably his brother. There's no other explanation.

[beforethewar]

He can't help but smile at the earnest young man. Whoever this William Bush fellow is, he's lucky to have him as a friend.

"I have no doubt that you do. I'm just afraid I'm not him, nor am I related to him in any way. I'm not even human. Well, not usually. This city does strange things to my species."

When he realizes he's getting ahead of himself, he waves off the rest of his rambling and shakes his head. "Look, Lieutenant...with all the people that have lived in all the universes in all of time, there are bound to sometimes people that look exactly alike who have absolutely no relation."

[sssiiiiirrrrr]

Horatio tilts his head, frowning deeply at this explanation. He's beginning to accept that this Doctor isn't Bush, that perhaps he's not related to him, and he's not sure that he's even close to being ready to ask about the man's species. Still, the explanation offered... doesn't quite sit comfortably with him.

"I would think, the infinity of the universe being what it is, it would be terribly unlikely for it to simply run out of ideas and begin re-using faces arbitrarily..." He stops, then shakes his head, still frowning, "...No, if not a blood relation there must be some way of accounting for it. Some shared condition... You'll simply have to tell me more about yourself, until we can discover what it is."

You'll just have to get to know him and be his replacement pal, Doctor. There's simply nothing else for it.

[beforethewar]

"You'd be amazed, Lieutenant," he grins, "And that, I'm afraid, is quite a large subject. Let's start with what you want to know and go from there, because otherwise we could be here until Ragnarok comes crashing down around us if I try to explain everything about me."

Eight is always pleased to have more pals, Horatio. He'll give you all the information you want, really. Not much is a secret anymore. At least, nothing he'd know to ask.