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

[curiousing]

[ His body reached over and patted the canine on the head gently. Being a dog person himself, Jack was always particular fond of these animals, whether they were alive or dead.

Jack had noticed the man taking that step back and found himself to be most pleased that he could still surprise others with just his head. Though, perhaps a touch of Shakespeare would be in order next time, just for fun. But suddenly, up goes his skull as his bony hands plucked him up from the snow and his view now flipping over so that Will was no longer standing upside down to him. ]

Then you should reconsider who you keep for company. [ Popping his skull back into place now, he made sure it was secure before straightening his bow tie too. ] I've found some dead men that tell fantastic tales!

[ His chipper demeanor continues when he reached inside of his clothing and into his chest, feeling for a rib bone. As he snaps it off and pulls it out, he waves it above the dog. ]

You want to play fetch?

[ Jack, focus. Stop being distracted by the doggy. ]

[infomodder]

[This is not real, this is not real, this is not really happening. There is not a skeleton putting his skull on in front of Will. There is not a skeleton talking to him. There is not a bizarrely finely-dressed skeleton dallying in the snow. This cannot be real.

And then he goes and pulls out a rib like he does it all the time, and Will finds himself almost incapable of believing he's not asleep. It's too cold, though. He can't be bundled up in a bed with dogs and blankets and still be this cold. He's not sick anymore. It doesn't make sense.

None of this makes sense, but good Lord, does his dog ever look pleased by this change of events. Up she goes on her hind legs, tail wagging. Yes, she wants to play fetch with a dead man's rib. Yes, she doesn't even appear to be bothered by it.

This is really happening, and Will finds himself struck dumb. Fortunately he's not rude enough to just reach out and touch him. He's all but had rudeness beaten out of him.

As well as anything that makes sense because what the hell is going on?]

Dead men can tell you just about anything if you know how to look. [He can find footing with a skeleton. Yes, he can do this. They can talk about dead and being dead and all sorts of things that are dead. And dogs, apparently, since he seems to be so good with them.] She's good at fetch, by the way. She'll bring it back every time.

So. You been here long, uh...what's your name?

[If it's something the Dead Tuxedo Roberts, Will is going to leave.]