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]

[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.