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

[neverfoundanything]

"I was dashing- owww!" With the look he gave her, she might've just stabbed him and stole his wine. "Fine, then, I shan't tell you where I live."

[proudofwhatiam]

"You don't have to," she says, grabbing for his wrist. "I can figure it out."

[neverfoundanything]

He lets his wrist be grabbed. "Ohh, Evelyn. Sleuthing? You're-" he stumbles, and starts laughing, "learning from that O'Connell fellow."

[proudofwhatiam]

"Is Rick here, too?" she asks, trying to make it sound casual as she looks his bracelet over. "Green! You're in Baldr. Now it's just a matter of knocking on doors and listening for you."

[neverfoundanything]

"He's here? Oh, of course he is." Jonathan pouts. "Continuing his quest to steal away my sister, I see." Way to be an adult, Jonathan. "I'll have you know, I can be exceedingly quiet when the mood strikes!"

[proudofwhatiam]

"Not when someone's pounding on your door, you can't." She shakes her head with a smile, straightening back up. "And no, he isn't here. I was hoping he might've come along with you."

[neverfoundanything]

Jonathan pouts. "Cheer up, now. We'll find you somebody. We can hold a lookalike contest."

[proudofwhatiam]

That earns him another swat. "I don't need a lookalike. I've been fine on my own for two months now, I'll have you know."

[neverfoundanything]

"Ow! Owwwww!" He ducks, disentangling himself from Evy to variously cower and dodge. "I wouldn't've come if I'd known I'd be tormented, you know." He opts not to stick his tongue out at her; she might hit it. "Oh, jolly good, carrying on while your heart is breaking."

[proudofwhatiam]

"My heart isn't breaking." Just a little defensive, aren't we, Evy? She shakes her head, emphasis on the isn't. "I just thought it'd be nice to have friends from home here."

[neverfoundanything]

Jonathan keeps walking, carefully out of Evy's reach. "Oh, stiff upper lip, are we? Well, I shan't tell a soul."

[proudofwhatiam]

She crosses her arms and frowns at him. Brothers. "There's nothing to have a stiff upper lip about, Jonathan. It's not as though we had an--an understanding."

[neverfoundanything]

"Nooo! No, clearly it transcended language!" He laughs, and laughs, and falls into a snowdrift.

[proudofwhatiam]

"Oh! You're awful, Jonathan." But she'll help you out of the snow again anyway.

[neverfoundanything]

And he will get snow all over her as he leans on her for support. "Very good. Let's- you said something about warm clothes?"