JANUARY TEST DRIVE MEME

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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 December 29th at 12:01AM CST. Application information (including the list of pending apps) is here, and they open on January 5th 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 again blanketed with snow. Today, the children of the city seem to have taken up caroling instead of snowball fighting. Since Christmas isn't a native holiday, however, they seem to have latched on to any song they can find from the Travelers's worlds, so don't be surpried if they stop your character to belt out some classic songs from the 90s boyband era in an effort of holiday cheer! Make sure to have fun, and as always, feel free to hit the mods or players up with any questions you might have! ♥

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[aimable]

[ Speaking more with his frown than words, he tries to protest with wide eyes. He knows better than to keep trying. It is an offer he should have made all the same.

Despite the little ones trying to gain their attention, Jehan puts on his coat and keeps his entire attention on Enjolras. He has a talent for that, keeping attention.

Back down he sits. And the more confused he gets. ]

A-... A week means seven days? [ Is this some sort of riddle? He is honestly puzzled and not mocking in the least. As his sentence trails on it becomes more of a mumble. His body stiffens and not just from the cold of his coat. ] I know I have been here longer than that by some but not much.

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Seven days.

[ he nods. there's not much else to it other than that, nothing much there's left to do. jean wouldn't lie about anything, and enjolras believes that with such fierce intensity that it does not even cross his mind. it was just- the truth, which enjolras is always impartial to. jean has been here a week. fair enough. ]

[ but also incredibly not fair, seeing as though enjolras heard, rather than saw, his death a number of hours ago perhaps. there was simple no way it had been a week since they'd last spoken, last shared loving comments on the revolution. ]

[ enjolras' lip is set tight in thought, the girl tugging relentlessly on his hair to get his attention. he does not give it to her. ]

I... forgive my being brief. I simply know I have seen you a sum of hours ago- not a week, you see.

[aimable]

[ He wondered (wonders) about the difference in time. If it is different at all. It must be so. Perhaps they could apply the math, but no. Not now. Now they have to focus on much more important things. As difficult as it is with the children playing about them.

He looks more confused, at first. Trying to make sense of it all. He looks back up to his leader and when their eyes meet Jehan can't help but to soften his gaze. He shakes his head. ]

That cannot be.

[ Jean moves closer, his hand resting close to Enjolras. ] Were we ambushed in the night, even before we could begin?

[ He glances at the clothes. The blood. That must have been it, if they had only been hours apart. He doesn't wish it to be so. What explanation is there? But he has to have hope, there has to be some kept alive whether it's foolish or not. ]

[member]

[ enjolras shakes his head- it hardly makes sense to him either, but he knows he's speaking the truth, and he never knew jean to be a jester. impossibilities, he thinks, he tries to think of a way to make it possible, a way for it to make sense, but he has a logical brain that can't quite wrap around their problems. a few hours and a week are hardly the same, and no one in their right mind could make that mistake. ]

I assure you, I would not lie.

[ a hand moves to cover his mouth in thought, clicking impatiently at the confusion- and then, of course, jean says that and enjolras has to scowl at him. jehan does not lie, jehan is not a liar, he repeats interally. but anyone undermining the revolution will get a disdainful glare from enjolras, friend or otherwise. not that jean has any reason to deny its existence because- ]

[ well, he died. with bravery, naturally, and enjolras has nothing but pride for the valor in which he went out in- but he still went out, and it's not like jean to speak of it so lightly. ]

I would not say we did not begin. We certainly began, we fought well. You truly do not remember it?

[aimable]

[ Jean does not think for a second Enjolras is even capable of lying. The idea never crosses his mind, at least. The next reaction from their chief is... It's a bit odd. Why is he getting such a dirty look?

What-- What exactly was there to remember? So little had happened, had it not? Clearly something must have. Jean, honestly and truly, expresses his confusion as plain as day. He does give some pause, running through his mind again and again to see if there is something he has missed. At last, he turns to Enjolras and speaks the truth once more. ]

The last I can recall is all of us sleeping in our beds, preparing ourselves for the siege of Lamque's death.

[ This is the only answer he has to give. He looks to Enjolras with eyes as lost as a lamb, but posture sure of himself. This is all he knows. Perhaps this is all he should hope to know. ]