TEST DRIVE MEME: APRIL APP AROUND EDITION

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THE TEST DRIVE MEME

• Got a character you're thinking of reserving/apping next 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. :) • You're never late! This doesn't "close" until next month's opens. • 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 March 30th at 12:01AM CST. Application information (including the list of pending apps) is here, and they open on April 6th 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 into the city to find it in a caught in a series of small earthquakes. They are neither consistent nor severe, but quiet tremors seem to have been shaking the city all day. Some are spaced minutes apart, while the city rests for hours between others. While there seems to be no serious structural damage, some of the city's Natives can be found outside, trying to reinforce windows and right their overturned chairs and tables. Watch your step, or maybe even try to help out - they look like they'd appreciate it! 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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garrett // thief

[blackhand]

[a.

Garrett doesn't make his way outside or be around anyone until the evening, cowl up on his face and a shadow amongst the darkness. He's quiet, footsteps moving almost soundlessly over the cobblestone before he heads upwards, onto a rooftop with as little noise as possible. The Claw, thankfully, helps in this endeavor.

From there, he sits back for a moment and surveys the area. This obviously isn't the City, people aren't sickly and there's no revolution afoot. Politics there may be, but it's not a glaringly obvious situation, and quite frankly he isn't one to care. This place, Asgard, needs his "help" in saving it. Hah. And what good would a thief do? He has no care for helping the people around him, but he does care about lifting and looting precious items off people. And what kind of master thief would he be if he didn't liberate others of their treasures?

There's a little too much lighting for his liking, however, and he pulls out his compacted bow, extending it and choosing an arrow from his quiver. Gently, he extends the bow string, aiming for an open torch that would make him far too visible to many, and releases. The torch goes out with a sizzle, the water arrow dampening the light, and the master thief is already on the move.

Sorry, you weren't using that, were you?

b.

Or maybe you're just happening to walk home from a day of hard work, when it feels like there's definitely someone else nearby, in the darkness. There's no sound to acknowledge this, but it's rather hard to mistake when it feels like there's a pair of eyes on you. It's unnerving, and if you try to find whatever or whoever this is, it will be difficult.

That is, until an accented voice speaks out from the shadows in a rather mysterious and jovial tone:]

When a choice may come with results as bleak, a handsome tall and dark figure you will seek! Heh heh heh!

[...S I G H. He really needs to ditch this talking skull, which supposedly predicts "fortunes." It's hampering his work. Following the voice you will see a rather annoyed man fitted to the nines in black, rolling his eyes as he looks over a very ornate skull in his hands.]

Sometimes I think you're more trouble than you're worth.

[Talking to the skull, obviously, as it joyously rhymes back at him:]

If misfortune finds you, be upright! For there may be opportunity within your sight!

[If he could roll his eyes any harder, he would.]

b

[throwyouinjail]

[She stops in her tracks when she feels a pair of eyes on her, her hand hovering over her gun. She's been a cop for long enough that she's immediately suspicious of whoever just might be lurking in the shadows, and is just about to speak up when an accented and jolly voice speaks up.

And--wait, seriously? She turns, an eyebrow going up as she eyes the man clad in black. And his talking skull, too.]

You'd have it much easier if you just left that thing at home. [She nods to the skull.]

milady de winter | bbc's the musketeers

[nemoubliezpas]

( milady is always an impressive presence, whether she's on the streets of paris or in the royal palace. asgard proves to be no different; she walks with quiet confidence, dark curls just escaping the hood of her autumn-colored gown. she has a remarkable poker face, and even after receiving the explanation of this place she doesn't look shocked or particularly surprised. she's wearing her new bracelet on her wrist, the colored stone that gives away her house carefully turned inward under her sleeve. there's no use playing her entire hand right away, after all.

she does look very curious, however. she stops in at every shop, makes casual eyes at all the travelers who pass her by. she never approaches first, but she certainly isn't disinclined to conversation.

occasionally, when someone's close enough, she'll tilt her head to one side and say, conspiratorially: ) It seems like a fairytale. Does that mean there is a happy ending?

--

( later, when she's had enough time to experiment with the network, she posts an anonymous message. )

I'll admit that I've often found men of god tiresome. And yet here we are all people of the gods, what a strange turn of affairs.

Tell me, did you believe before you were brought here? And do you find your views changing in light of our hosts?

later, network

[palebee]

When I was a boy, we kept a number of goats, but chief among our family's prize was a milk cow; an old, gentle thing. For as long as I might recall, she owned no name save that of her species. She was a cow, to be true, but she was also the cow. Ours.

Perhaps not an ideal analogy for discussions of faith -- let us not forget Aaron and his gold -- but I will be so unpious now as to venture its applicability.

There are gods here, true, or rather there are beings of power that would call themselves by that number. There are gods, then there are Gods. One we've been granted present evidence, the other persists as always, by way of interior faith.

But ah, I risk growing tiresome myself. What of your view, madame?

alison hendrix | orphan black

[gluegun]

( alison doesn't take the adjustment well. she spends a good few moments banging on the door the maid leaves through once she does, face turning slightly red as she works herself up into a frenzy. )

Hey, come back here, I wasn't done talking to you!

( perhaps "complaining at" or "making demands with increased desperation" would be a better choice of words. but alison doesn't seem anything so much as angry. )

This isn't fair, they said I could have my life back! You can't just leave me here--

( her voice trails off after it becomes clear her strategy isn't working. she slumps down against the wall, head in her hands. after a moment she glares angrily at the bracelet and decides to throw it across the welcome hall, where it lands with a hollow clatter. )

--

( it's many hours later when she finally collects herself. she straightens her hair, wipes away the smudges in her makeup and squares her shoulders. after that she makes her way out onto the streets of the city. she'll stop anyone she passes with a look she hopes is polite but ends up just a shade more forceful than she intends. )

Excuse me-- I need you to answer a few questions.

later

[dissolving]

Yeah? What's up?

[ There's a quick flicker of concern to the back of her eyes, as Temperance adjusts the strap of her bag, shoulders squaring up. It's not like it's hard to guess what the lady wants, but anyone who stops you in the middle of the street when you're walking that fast is due some wariness.

At least she doesn't look like a cop. Her accent's a little funny, but shit. Magic viking adventure land is probably going to sport at least a little more variety than the usual pacific northwest mumble. ]

CAROLINE "care" FORBES || the show with pretty bloodsuckers

[vampirebarbie]

[Look, she can handle vampires, doppelgangers, and werewolves, and hybrids, and witches, and hunters, and travelers, and ghosts and ... whatever else is coming at her this week, but kidnapped to another realm and being forced into being human??]


Seriously???

[That's it. That's the comment.]

[somanyadjectives]

[Stefan has been here all of a month. He ... is not much better off than Caroline, the only difference being he only knows how to handle ... two of those things.

Caroline, you are far more prepared than he is right now.

All the same, when he sees her he can't help but come to a stop.]

Caroline?

Leliana | Dragon Age

[quietlyshegoes]

[a She hasn't entirely ruled out the possibility that this is the Fade, but for the time being Leliana appears to be taking her unexpected relocation rather well. Where there are natives trying to straighten their tumbled belongings, she's there with a cheerful word and willing help, asking pleasant questions about how long they've owned their businesses and how the trade is in the city. Talking about oneself, and the things about which one is proud, is something she's discovered helps to distract most people from their worries. And helping these people is why she's here, is it not?

Truly, it's remarkable the things people will confide to someone with a pretty face and helping hands.

But among the things they've told her is that there are other "travelers" here, and that is a thing that piques Leliana's interest. Who might these be, and what might they know? She sets off down the streets of the city, seemingly lost in thought, though her eyes scan the wrists of passers-by until she spots bracelets similar to hers.

You're a Traveler? Please excuse the small redhead who "accidentally" bumps into you, looking mortified at her misstep.]

Oh, how clumsy of me! Do forgive me, I was quite distracted.

[b or choose your own adventure, she'll wander everywhere she can!]

[espouses]

[ Hawke just stares at Leliana for a moment, curious. Oh, she remembers this one alright - helping Sebastian with Chantry Business always seemed to go better in theory than in practice and, yet, here she stands; Sister Nightingale herself. Tilting her head, Hawke regards her for a long moment before she shrugs a shoulder, looking amused if nothing else. ]

No forgiveness necessary. Welcome to Asgard, Sister.

Tyler Lockwood | The Journals of Blood Feeders

[lockwood]

[Tyler's never been just a normal human before -- even before he triggered the curse he still had the werewolf gene in him, and all the heightened aggression and impulse control that came with it.

To say it's jarring is putting it lightly.

It's not his first time being kidnapped and it could be worse -- at least he's not stuck in Marcel's garden again but all the same he's still pretty pissed about it.]

So does anyone actually believe that bullshit they spew at you or what?

[better]

[Erica hears the loud, abrasive tone and tips her head to the side.]

Probably not at first, but when you end up staying here through frost giants and fire giants and general horrible things, you give up trying to figure out what else it could be.

Father Mulcahy | MASH

[jocularity]

[Oh my. This was going to prove somewhat disconcerting. Not only did he find himself somewhere other than the 4077th, all alone and well...

Gods. Not just his God, but some other... alleged gods. Not that he had a problem with that per se, it's just... he was finding it hard to reconcile it in his own mind.

And he was finding it hard to stop somewhere and have a quiet word with him upstairs while this city is shaking. So he was out in the streets, trying to find other 'travellers' like him, though with the outlandish outfits he saw, he wasn't sure he'd find anyone like him. It didn't stop him trying, though. He straightened up, walking over to someone he'd spotted, and gently tapping them on the shoulder.]

I hate to be a bother, but I wonder if I could have a moment of your time?

Re: Father Mulcahy | MASH

[sheloves]

Always. [Ril turns, grinning, and her silver ringed eyes are bright.] What can I do for you?

Rose Lalonde // Homestuck

[overthroen]

[ As if being zapped into a godly realm wasn't disorienting enough, a particularly strong tremor nearly knocks Rose off her feet as she enters the street. ]

Fuck! Talk about unstable realities...

[ A crack opens up in the street in front of her. She takes this opportunity to very safely approach it and look right down into it. ]

No sign of the ground below. So we are not, as some mythologies would insist, a stone's drop away from Earth. No easy flying away from this one.

[ She tries to use her powers and fails. ] Or flying at all, apparently.

[ Mildly perturbed by the degree to which she's speaking out loud (it's the uncomfortable setting, as soon as she figures stuff out (and gets something to write with), she'll stop acting like a Strider), she makes her way carefully across the street, peering in cracks as she goes. ] This is the sort of time when a Strider or a Doctor should come out and say "Boo" and remind me that they are very clever, I'm sure.

[alternia_strength]

Dave-human is around somewhere I expect, as is his ... whatever you humans refer to such things.

[It was hard to say if the voice was familiar. After all, it wasn't as if Rose had spent that much time trying to converse with Equius, or as if he'd really bothered to talk to her when she'd been here in the past. He tended to give the children a bit of a wide berth at times. The broken-horn wearing archer slipped around from a corner, having just spied her.]

This... I have lost track of how many times you have appeared here. I expect you have no memory of this place, Lalonde-human?

Celebrían | Lord of the Rings

[silvergift]

[A.]

[Celebrían had panicked, had tried to leave the circle before the maid had arrived though, obviously, with little effect. This wasn't where she was supposed to be, her husband was nowhere to be seen, she couldn't reach out to him with her mind. When the maid arrives, explains and gives her everything she needs, the silver haired lady wastes no time leaving the castle and looking around.

She likely looks very out of place: unarmed, dressed in a long blue dress, silver hair hanging down around her waist and a gold circlet around her brow. Though, as out of place she may seem, Celebrían walks with some confidence, sure that she'll find anything that might help her.

Feel free to find her wandering any of the districts.]

[B.]

[Choose your own adventure!]

*flings self at until Elrond gets here*

[bythewaves]

[ Maglor is on his way back from the Citadel - a little tired, a little bruised, blood still singing from his spar - when he sees silver hair and a figure that might almost be Artanis when she was younger and he freezes for a moment before realising who it must be ]

Lady! [ he calls to her, remembering that she has never seen him, and has no cause to know him ]

Catreece | Reality Check [1995 comic]

[nyah_a_gogo]

A

[Upon landing in the strange land of Asgard, the first thought that popped into Catreece's mind was "Collin must have bought a new game!" an idea that she carried with her as she made her way through the city's landscape at a slightly awkward pace, due in most part to not being all that used to walking on two legs in the real world.

But after sometime, the soft buffer that allowed her to truly belive that she had simply fallen asleep beneath her owner's VR helmet again began to slowly wear away, leaving Catreece in a state of confusion that only grew worse the further she went into the city.

Things simply weren't right, the sun in the virtual world wasn't warm, nor did virtual ground feel so so solid as it rubbed against her pawed feet. It was a pile of contradictions her cat-brain simply couldn't process, and one that soon led her to rely upon the tactics she had always used when she didn't know what to do.

Sit, cry, and hope that someone would come and make things better. Thus somewhere in the middle of the quaking streets of Asgard sat a strange humanoid-cat bawling her eyes out and calling a name you were not familiar with.]

Collin, help me!

B

[Having been told just what was going on around her, Catreece has managed to regained her usual cheerful attitude and begun what she does best; poking into places she doesn't belong and in general making a pest of herself.

Regardless of where you maybe today, there is a good chance Catreece will be there to sidetrack you from whatever you were attempting to get done.]

Hi! What are you doing?

b

[coyotes]

"Holy fuckin' shit," Dmitriy leaps nearly a foot. It's not the best conversational introduction, but it does point to a promising future career in the 500-meter hurdle. "You startled me there."

He stoops, scooping up a tool box and jamming its closure back shut. Honestly, this whole thing's been like a head injury or a really awful acid trip, a bipedal talking cat is really just not that surprising any more.

"I, uh." He gestures down to the now-dusty box. "Shit's broken and I showed up here with this, so."

A shrug.

"Seems kinda fuckin' natural to go fixing it, yeah?"

jim kirk | star trek xi

[bartalk]

[ It's a good thing Jim Kirk is unflappable. Well, almost unflappable. Compared to average life aboard the Enterprise, being warped to a new world full of Gods doesn't even come close to 'weird' on his scale of crazy. He's oddly casual about the whole situation: calm and awfully cheery about whatever this was. Uncharted worlds or something like that.

It's with this devil-may-care attitude that he'll bump into you on the street. He'll give you a quick apology and a grin, unless you're a beautiful lady or man— then he'll also stop to stare, while saying in the worlds most fliratious tone ]

Hey there— I'm Kirk, Jim Kirk. You free?

[sufferably]

( and while jim is attempting to flirt with some poor traveler, bones is coming up behind him and staring at his back with a very dubious expression. this lasts for all of a minute, as he crosses his arms over his chest and stares, muttering for a moment under his breath before he takes two quick strides towards the other man and clasps a hand on his shoulder. )

Jim.

Colette Brunel l Tales of Symphonia

[oblivious_klutz]

[Of course one of the first things the Chosen notices is how different she feels. She can talk. She can feel. She can sleep and taste again. Which immediately raises alarm bells for her. Colette tries her best to remain as calm as possible though, listening in confusion to the maids and their explanation. When they usher her out of the castle, she pauses, looking around and then down to her now apparently useless Cruxis Crystal in between her collar bones. Of course she started out as human.

It's not so strange. But it worries her as to what this all means in relation to her Journey back home. When the ground starts to shake, she shifts, attempting and failing to entirely keep her balance. There doesn't seem to be any major damage though, and Colette is quick to rush around to attempt to assist anyone who might need help.

Though, this being Colette, known back home for her clumsiness, don't be surprised if she attempts to help and ends up actually putting a Colette-shaped hole in the wall from tripping. After which she can be heard profusely apologizing.]

Capt. BJ Hunnicutt | M*A*S*H

[andamen]

a.
[As if being oriented in a very disorienting new environment by a faceless maid hadn't shocked him enough, a dozen or so steps into the city, BJ finds himself astounded at the fact that he almost didn't know what was happening. He had felt like he was seeing the world around him move, then he felt himself sway, and then he actually wondered if he had somehow been victim to a dizzy spell. And he just stood there until it registered that, no, that had been an earthquake. A tremor. A very tame one, much like the ones he knew before Korea. If there was one, there were bound to be more, and all he could see were people scurrying around trying to right their things that had fallen over. If he had to be honest with himself, all the big welcome the land seemed to be giving him only made him want to go back to that room he had woken up in. There would be times to explore later, or so he'd been told.

Impossible to go home. Congratulations, you're in the middle of a war. Again. This was shaping up to be a pretty bad day.

But what had the silly little storybook in the ring said? Make friends? It doesn't take long at all before BJ's talking to a family, to their kids, saying something along the lines that if there's a stronger quake don't run out of the building, duck under a sturdy table instead and only scamper out when all's clear. Don't worry if there are other tremors later, because aftershocks happened. And they did happen, again and again throughout the course of the day. So much for wanting to go back to wherever he had woken up- BJ spent his day with the Natives, picking up a fallen knick-knack here and there and finding the owner, righting a fallen table when no-one seemed to be around or seemed to care. If the ground wanted to act up and didn't seem to want to stop, the least he could do was help the people who didn't want to move. Occasionally there would be a task too big for just him to get at alone- and the captain would call over his shoulder-] Hey, could you lend a hand here for a minute?

b.
[Pick your own adventure, yo!]

BEEEEEEEEJ

[stilledsurgeon]

[The poor natives always got the worst of this war. Their livelihoods are thrown into chaos, they get caught in the crossfire, and worst of all, if they die they don't get put back together by Hel and returned to their loved ones. They just die.

So, Hawkeye likes to spend a lot of his time helping out the natives where he can, and today he's helping them with the reinforcing and cleaning, even patching up cuts and bruises when he encounters them.

He's inside one of the shops, about to apply a board to the window to try to keep it somewhat more steady, when a tall, familiar shape in olive drab goes wandering by. Hawk knows exactly who that is. He'd recognize that facial hair anywhere.

Hawk steps out of the shop and leans against the wall, trying to look casual and hiding giddy grin that's trying to force its way out.]

Going my way, stranger?

helena | orphan black

[sestra]

[She doesn't believe any of it, much less the bits about gods and goddesses. Heretical. She even spits at the building on the way out.]

[But her entire world has just been flipped upside down, so Helena just kind of adds this to the pile crushing her chest as meanders outside, turning the bracelet over in her hands. God is the constant, the only thing she still knows for sure, and she won't let this place take that away from her.]

[The ground beneath her shakes, but Helena holds her balance fairly well. She keeps skulking through the streets, keeping to the sides and holding herself slightly hunched over. She wants her coat, if only to pull the hood over her wild head of curls, to let her be inconspicuous. She hates being out in the open.]

[One of the natives waves her over, asking for help in situating a rather large table upright, but she only stares and scowls at them. In fact, she'll pretty much stare unnervingly at anyone who passes by, her posture projecting something hostile and unsafe as she tries to figure out if this is a dream or some twisted afterlife.]

[She's muttering to herself.] I do not belong here.

[variates]

[ she doesn't know if she's seeing ghosts or seeing doubles, but the sight of her twin after having bumped into her throws sarah for a loop. she stands in shock for a second before reaching for a gun that isn't there. all she's got is the stupid bracelet and somehow, she doesn't think that chucking it at helena is going to do much good.

sarah takes a step back, eyes locked with her clone's, as confusion and anger and maybe a small hint of fear creep into her expression. ]

What the hell is going on?

Derek Hale | Teen Wolf

[calloused]

a.

[If Derek's headache didn't kill him, his rising blood pressure probably would.

This place was so loud. Everywhere he turned, the city would shake or its residents would clamour to secure their property. Admittedly, his hearing wasn't as sensitive as he was used to, which disoriented him, made him feel sick - but he needed to find a quiet place to sit and process everything the maid had told him. He was frustrated, becoming more and more annoyed with each passing step, jaw clenched tight as he searched the streets for isolation.

By the time he found a mostly secluded area to slump down in, he felt like a diluted version of himself. He was exhausted after half an hour of aimless wandering, sitting on the ground as his energy left him in waves. Derek shut his eyes and leant against a nearby wall, thinking through this, all of this. Gods, bracelets, wars, giants, trees. Seeking out the lodgings that had been prepared for him was too overwhelming for Derek to even consider yet, so hiding away in this dusty alley and trying to catch his breath was really the only viable option he had.

This is where you would find him, hidden away from the world, drained and still pretty pissed off. He was adjusting to the shift in power his body was going through, so he must have looked nauseated - becoming human had taken away everything he was, so he felt like a bit of a mess. Maybe you were concerned, seeing an angry, pale man wincing every time he heard a noise. Maybe he was in your way, because what kind of idiot tries to relax in a freaking alley?]

b.

[Or maybe you came across him when he was still finding his nice, quiet hideaway. You could have heard the aggressive, unhappy stomps he made through the streets and decided to investigate. You probably saw a big, menacing dude who looked like he wanted to punch the next face he saw and you thought, hey, that looks like a guy i want to talk to. I mean, all the more power to you, but jeez, you're a brave one. He'll probably knock out your teeth. Or at least threaten to. You should probably just save yourself and choose your own adventure instead.]

hello there~

[mccallmemaybe]

[ It seemed to be an earthquake kind of day, but at least Scott wasn't in the shower like the last time there had been an earthquake in Asgard.

(Long story short, the earthquake had made Scott fall in the shower and he'd accidentally given himself a concussion. He'd like to say that's the most embarrassing thing that's happened to him here but it's really not.)

Scott knew Derek had been sent home again, but Scott didn't expect him to be back so soon, looking like a fish out of water.

Maybe Derek would have heard or smelt Scott approach him if he was still a werewolf, but with Derek human and his eyes closed, an unnoticed Scott crouched down in front of him, hoping to get Derek's attention by saying his name. ]

Derek. Are you okay?

Kol Mikaelson | the thing with the vampires and the diaries

[getseven]

[ You know what's boring?

Being dead. It's terribly, mindnumbingly, disgustingly boring. You can't kill people who're still alive because you can't affect them, and you can kill the people who are already dead as often as you like and it doesn't make any difference at all.

What also sucks is being human instead of being a near-immortal vampire, truth be told. He felt like they'd taken everything, left him blind, deaf and crippled. Terrifyingly powerless. But alive. Alive.

So Kol is actually tentatively happy. The disbelief still holds. But you'll see him politely helping a local right their things, even if his smile is just a little odd and his posture a little tense. Heck, he might even be helping you back to your feet after that last earthquake. ]

[somanyadjectives]

[Stefan is just trying to make himself useful, as it were. He doesn't mind having things to do since they keep him active and not asking too many questions he either isn't sure he wants the answers to or will never get the answers to. Either way, he's hard at work.

When he sees Kol working on something, he walks over to this guy he doesn't realize he's supposed to know thanks to canon point shenanigans and offers a friendly hand.]

Need a hand?

Mary Crawley | Downton Abbey

[thequitecontrary]

[That woman had quite possibly been the most unhelpful maid that Mary had ever encountered.

Maids are supposed to do what their ladies ask. They're supposed to answer questions, do as their told, and make her life more comfortable. The one in the castle had been useless, offering only the strangest bracelet Mary has ever seen in her life.

So now Mary walks - testily, irritated, but straight-backed - through the city, trying to find someone who will give her some answers. At least the architecture and landscaping look well taken care of, if not oddly placed together. This is not England. That much, she can tell.

Suddenly the ground shifts under her feet and she reaches for a nearby bench to steady herself. Her hat is almost lost in the process and had Mary not been a lady she might have said something improper. She sits and waits for the tremor to pass, hoping that if she closes her eyes, she'll find that this is all a dream and will wake up in her bed to find Anna in her room, ready to help her prepare for the day.

A girl can hope, at least.]

Re: Mary Crawley | Downton Abbey

[lt_blade]

ooc: Went with Sonya..just so you know-I have an Edith journal >.>;

[Friday mornings usually have Sonya teaching her intermediate/advanced classes, but with the earthquakes happening on and off, she didn't want to risk injury to anyone who might loose their balance. She dismisses everyone a half hour early than scheduled.

Her gym clothes are in the duffel bag over her shoulder: her attire at the moment being black dress slacks, white shirt and dark blue jacket-professional and neat, but not exactly elaborate.

Then of course the city's hit with another Earthquake and she grabs onto the same bench as Mary. Unlike Mary however, Sonya has to actually bite back a curse. It's not that the city's facing earthquakes, but rather she's been in the city too long to just believe they're only tremors.

Soubi Agatsuma | Loveless

[notquitebeloved]

Soubi adjusted the new bracelet a little as he walked out of the castle, seemingly caring little for where he was. Meant to fight for strangers? He didn't care about that, what mattered was finding Ritsuka, and going from there. He pulled out an ever present box of cigarettes and a lighter, and calmly lit up before tucking all but one away back in his trench-coat.

He kept walking, by all intents utterly unaffected by the change in local as he started his search. Reaching out through the bonds gave him nothing, but that much wasn't too surprising. The silly boy hadn't fully accepted him yet. He'd not stop searching until he'd explored the whole city, or found someone who knew where to find Ritsuka. Or Seimei, but he was hoping for Ritsuka.

[in_loveless_memory]

Fate would be kind to Soubi, for once, because just as he was going through the park on his quest to look for Ritsuka, he found him. Or rather, he found his tail as it was swishing and hitting people behind him as he was sitting on a bench, reading and unaware that Soubi was behind him. His ears were bent back, completely focused on the text in his lap.

sarah manning ( orphan black )

[variates]

[ so maybe the asgardians are bound to start noticing the influx of women suddenly appearing who look eerily similar to one another. but for now, sarah is blissfully unaware of the presence of any clones and much more angrily aware of the fact that she's no longer home.

she'd thought it might've been a trick of leekie and his followers, but the minute she'd heard the maid start talking about gods and goddesses and something about bringing colour back to the place -- well, she'd just sort of chalked it up to being nonsense and had made her way out of there as fast as she could.

she's standing outside the welcome hall minutes later, looking a little frustrated as she punches a number yet again into a little pink phone. by the looks of it, whatever she's trying to do hasn't been working for some time and she looks just about ready to chuck the phone at the wall. ]

Shit.

[ quick, sarah. think. she had to be smarter than this. maybe there was something wrong with the device; it could've been bugged when she wasn't paying attention, or maybe there was something interfering with the signal. either way, she had to come with a plan. she decides to approach the closest person and give them a soft tap on the shoulder. ]

Hey, have you got a phone I could borrow? I promise I'll be quick.

[sicarius]

[Her inquiry will be asked from a rather unique Italian as he's quietly making his way back to his shop. With a turn, Ezio pauses and then furrows his brow when she asks about a phone.]

A phone, madonna?

[Ah, he knows what those are. But there's a problem with that. He notices the phone in her hand and begins to put the pieces together.]

Have you just arrived here recently?

Bliss Cavendar | Whip it

[myownhero]

[Hey, look, that girl's in roller skates!

Not only roller skates, but a helmet and full elbow and knee pads and a very short, skin-baring uniform vaguely based off an American Girl Scout's, brilliantly green with the name Babe Ruthless written across her upper back in even more brilliant yellow.

She doesn't look very ruthless right now, though. She looks uneasy, almost afraid, clutching the papers she's been given and slowly wheeling her way through whatever district you like; while she's good on those skates, damn good, even the back roads of Bodeen didn't prepare her for cobblestones. So bump-bump, bump-bump go her wheels as she stares around, peering into shop windows and trying not to stare at the people of various shades of colour and - faceitude - all around her.

Finally, she squares her shoulders and decides that being scared will get her nowhere. This is somewhat beyond the magnitude of going to Derby tryouts alone, or trying to throw a hit on one of the other girls (women, all a head taller than her), but she's still been brave in the past. Trying to conjure up Pash's voice in her head, loud and brash and sneering that you don't have the guts, she pushes off more firmly with her back foot to pick up a burst of speed.

Unfortunately, her love of Derby has placed her squarely in Thor's house, and Speed is the very power she's been given. While she's naturally quick and agile, her "burst of speed" is so far beyond what she's used to - and there are the aforementioned cobblestones to reckon with - that she winds up sprawled on the ground with one cheek slowly staining the road a brighter red.

It's just a hit, she tells herself, just another hit I've gotta take. But somehow, weird has compounded on weird until the sheer magnitude of it seems to be pressing down on her back. She can't move.]

[coyotes]

"Aw shit," Dmitriy hurries forward, dropping to a knee to get a better look of it. "Hey, hey. You alright there?"

His green eyes squint over in mingled scrutiny and concern, a hand in thick gardening gloves pushing out towards her.

"That was a nasty spill." At least she'd had the helmet, he's not so worried of that. "C'mon, let's get you up."

The Ninth Doctor | Doctor Who

[notbychoice]

[ The Doctor accepted the proffered bracelet and explanation almost without comment, although he did try and ask some questions of the faceless woman doing the explaining, but she didn't seem willing or able to, after her initial speech had been delivered.

So, taking the things he'd been given, he thanked her for her explanation, and headed out into the street. ]

Well, it seems there's something to look into around here.

[ It hasn't been long at all, and already, the Doctor's curiosity is getting the better of him. Unless someone stops him, he's about to strike out and go exploring the city, earthquakes notwithstanding. ]

[bossily]

[It's luck that has Clara in the same district as him, and as she's passing through she catches sight of him out of the corner of her eye. Pleased to see him back once again, there's a grin on her face as she gives a bounce and waves.]

Doctor!

[She calls out his name, laughing as she takes off toward him at a run. She slides to a stop before him, stopping short of tackling him down in a hug. She realizes then that this may not be the exact same version of the Doctor she had gotten so close to before, and cautiously peers up at him to see if he has any sign of recognition on his face.]

Any chance you've still got a certain fondness for bossy yet maddeningly brilliant assistants?

cosima niehaus | orphan black

[niehaus]

( she isn't really buying all this nonsense about gods and goddesses or being chosen by odin. cosima is familiar enough with the general mythology but that didn't make any of this less weird or believable. no, this has to be somehow related to what she and the other clones were dealing with. how leekie could be behind all isn't clear at the moment but it's not like his activities are that transparent to begin with.

examining the bracelet, her finger traces the stone. as she walks outside the castle, she glances over at others, noticing that their stones are different. some system of categorizing everyone who's here.

taking out her phone, cosima tries to call anyone but she realizes she doesn't have service. she stuffs it back into her jacket pocket and an anger forms within her. )

This is bullshit.

[emulation]

I know, right?

[The girl isn't standing too far from Cosima. She's got a bag of chips in her hand, chewing unceremoniously on some of the last chunks.]

Newbie?

Lee Everett | The Walking Dead (Game)

[sofucked]

[a. Well, this sure is... something else. Lee isn't sure what he expected upon death - he's not really the "shining light and choir of angels" kinda guy, personally. So not that. But really, as long as he didn't reanimate to chomp on the living, he'd be fine with almost anything. Or nothing, if that's what happened.

But this though. This is sure different, and nothing he was expecting. He's not dead, for one. Not any more; he's sure of it.

Still, Lee doesn't waste any time; he's soon exploring the city, determined to find out what the fuck is going on here. It's so strange. Everything looks close to a picture from one of his European history books.

He wanders through the place, being sure to check out most shops he comes across, entering any building he can.]

Hey? Anybody about?

[Occasionally, when he spots someone, he might head over to speak to them, whether they're native to this place or not.]

Hey- Uh, any chance you can tell me what the hell's going on here?


[b. Feel free to choose your own adventure!]

Not daddy! omfg hai.

[littlesurvivor]

[Clementine hasn't even quite registered that there are new arrivals, that it is about time for them to start showing up. Everything has been rather hectic lately, after all, what with the funeral celebrations and her school having burned down. She is just taking a break from the clinic and heading back home when she hears the all-too-familiar voice behind her. It stops her in her tracks. Unsure if he even is talking to her. Unsure if he even remembers her. How much of their time together Lee might recall, given the strange time thing here in Asgard.

But she turns, her eyes widening, speechless when she sees him standing there. Lee. He's back. She never thought she might get this chance again. Remembers the gun shot, the photo in her backpack she regained recently. It's all she can to do not break down right then and there. He's a reminder of a time so long ago now. He taught and helped her so much and all she did was cause his death. She can't help but try to blink the tears back as she steps forward, rushing in for a hug.]

Lee....

Young Thor | Thor: God of Thunder

[jarnbjorn]

[Hello, Asgard. Here's a brash young God of Thunder swaggering down the street as though he owns it. He's got a ridiculously oversized hammer over one shoulder, and no he's not watching what either it or he bumps into.

This is an incredibly poor imitation of the real Asgard from which Thor hails. He can only assume that the self-proclaimed 'Gods' here are just as poor. Either way, he's on the hunt for these deities to demand answers and to be returned home- or a decent fight, if he can find someone worth challenging among all your weedy weaklings.

If you're a pretty lady you'll be receiving his best Hey, gurrrrl face.]

[throwyouinjail]

[Rosa is not in the best of moods right now. All right, that's something of an understatement--right now, she looks about ready to punch some poor guy to make herself feel a little better. She doesn't do it to Thor, when he looks at her with his best Hey, gurrrrl face, but she is really tempted to.]

What do you want?

claire bennet / heroes

[cheerleader]

[Sourpatch over here looks so unimpressed with everything. Being kidnapped? So not impressive. Sure, the bracelet is nice but there's the little matter of her power being gone and supposedly replaced with something else. So if she wasn't enough of a freak, she's now a kidnapping victim that's being experimented on with power swaps.

Great.

There's also the little matter of things at home not being all that great, so instead of exploring her new surroundings with a sense of curiosity and wonder, she's exploring it with a sullen look on her face. At some point, she gives up caring that she's even in a new place at all, and finds a nice barn at the park to climb atop and sit on the roof. It gives her a nice place to sit and brood.

After brooding for a few hours and chatting with any company that comes her way, she makes the decision to leap off the roof and see if she breaks her legs. When she lands and only twists and hurts her arm, she frowns at the fact that it really doesn't heal like it should. Staring at her arm in total disdain, she mutters under her breath and looks around.]

Dad's so not gonna be happy about any of this.

[fighterflight]

[ The thing about jumping from a building is this -- you have to know why you're going to jump.

If all you want to do is get to the ground, then you want a short stack; you want a long, clear stretch to land, you want to be ready to get up and running again the second you split. If it's other reasons, permanent reasons, then dumb as sin to be trying it in the first place. Dumber still to pick something so tiny. And this, here and now, this doesn't look at all like either.

Kids, and the shit they do for thrills. ]

You aren't going to be happy either, you don't pop that back in. [ She's weird quiet, ought to be screaming after something like that, worried on something other than some distant father. ] Need a hand?

[ Wary, but that doesn't stay her from approach. ]