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

[meliorator]

[Well, good, because she might have gotten mad at you. Either way--] Yes, I'm fine. Kids these days...

[There are some things Dr. Sung doesn't have access to. She doesn't know the details, not all of them, but one look at Clay and she can't help but rub at her eyes after brushing snow off her lab coat. She's seen a couple of photos in all of the Animus subject files she had access to. It's hard to get them out of her mind sometimes. (Dr. Sung still feels it was going too far, kidnapping all of those people. There are other ways, Assassins or not.)

You, friend, are supposed to be dead. No way around that.]

[couldfindapen]

[The way she's looking at him and rubbing her eyes doesn't exactly give Clay much faith in her answer. He doesn't recognize her in the slightest, and that worries him a bit.]

You sure about that?

[meliorator]

It's... been a long day. [Suffice it to say.] A very surreal day at that. So I suppose I'm a little tired.

[And looking at a dead guy. Lord give her strength, this is going to be a tough one.]

But thank you for asking. That's kind of you.

[couldfindapen]

[He smirks and gestures at the bracelet around her wrist.] What? You mean you don't wake up wearing weird bracelets in weird locations normally?

[If Clay knew who she was, that joke might have actually been vindictive. As it stood though, he was just trying to be nice. Or as nice as he ever got these days.]

[meliorator]

[As it is, she takes it in stride, snorting softly.] We all have to stop being twenty-something eventually. [Take that hint of sarcasm as you will, Clay.

But a small gust of wind still reminds her just where she is. At the same time, Dr. Sung is almost reluctant letting Clay out of her sight-- that knee jerk reaction to see if he's all right, how he's holding up. She's a Templar (well, debatably), not a monster, not lacking in compassion.]

Well. I don't know about you, but as lovely as the weather is, I'd much rather be out of it... [She trails off, leaving room for Clay to either how out now or be helpful.]

[couldfindapen]

[Clay would argue that "Templar" and "monster" were one in the same, but that's neither here nor there really.

Besides, the more important point is that she's onto something with getting out of the cold. He's used to weather simulation, not actual weather, and it was colder than he expected.] There's bound to be some place around here with a heater. Or a fireplace.

[meliorator]

[Dr. Sung gives a quick look around. There-- a small place tucked away. Either it was a shop, or a tavern or any number of things, but the point is that she can see light and people coming and going.

Works for her.

Putting a hand under Clay's elbow, she motions.] There. Might do us some good for now, before we both freeze to the street.

[couldfindapen]

Damn, your hands are cold. [It's mostly supposed to be a joke, but it's the truth as well; the part of her hand touching the bit of his elbow that isn't covered by is jacket is cold as hell.

He grabs her hand in his and gently leads her towards that building.] You're not really used to the cold, are you?

[meliorator]

[His hands aren't much better. That overrides the surreal feeling of everything easily-- much the same it would for anyone, really, concern taking the place of uncertainty.]

I am a doctor. [Humor for humor. Now didn't seem to time to be overly serious. Save that for a more dire situation. (Not that this isn't, what with teleporting to a whole other world or something.)

It was better inside the building. Much warmer. Definitely a tavern if ever she'd seen. Or imagined in books, really. Faintly squeezes Clay's hand just to make sure he was still all right.]

Not my particular preference of decor, but I suppose it could be worse.