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

[servesthehuman]

"Owen Burnett," he said, with a nod. "It's a pleasure to meet you, Lieutenant. If you have any questions, I will gladly answer them. I've been here a few months, so I think I know this place by now." It still managed to confuse him every now and then, but he at least knew the basics.

[sssiiiiirrrrr]

"I... I almost don't know what to ask, Sir, there is so much." Horatio offers sullenly, turning to glance back towards the children playing in the snow, "May I ask, how you have found it, over these last months? Are you... content here, though far from your own home?"

[servesthehuman]

"As content as one can be," Owen answered, with a shrug. "While certain aspects of this place seem dead-set on trying to kill us, I have the basic material comforts and I've managed to make friends." An awfully clinical view of the situation, but Owen was a clinical person to begin with.

"I do miss my home, though. Or, at least, certain people from my home."

[sssiiiiirrrrr]

"Trying to kill you? Sorry, us? It doesn't... seem so terribly perilous here yet?"

Another snowball flies past, followed by a giggling child. This time, Horatio manages not to fall over. The latter comment does, however draw some sympathy out of him.

"You are English originally, aren't you? Do you have a family back home?"

[servesthehuman]

"Things aren't trying to kill us all the time," Owen says, as he swerves out of the way of the snowball. At Horatio's question, Owen pauses. He's only English on a technicality (and an accent), but there is no way that he's explaining his situation fully to Hornblower, especially since he had a feeling the man would scoff at the idea of fairies, magic, and other supernatural beings.

"I have people who are like family to me back home. I suppose that counts."