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THE TEST-DRIVE MEME

THE TEST DRIVE MEME
Asgard is fast approaching endgame, but brand new characters and reclaims are just as welcome as ever!

• Thinking about apping a new character (or reclaiming an old one) for endgame? 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 and applications are always open!

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 see the city celebrating an autumn apple festival. The weather is crisp but clear and the foliage a brilliant cascade of reds, browns, and golds. Children play games with chalk in the streets, and vendors are set up selling every sort of apple treat imaginable (and will happily offer samples if your character looks interested enough!) All of the natives seem vaguely tired, but cheerful, and some will try to entice your character into bobbing for apples or facepainting at stations set up at sidewalk intersections.

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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"That's the fun of it, then! Neither of us knows where anything is, here." Elizabeth would have been lost in Columbia, trying to get from floating section of city to the next section, whereas someone like him from Columbia...

Wait, that wasn't right. Booker had said he had come up to Columbia to get her. It was such a mystery and her upbringing meant that mystery was niggling at her terribly. But like she had just considered, maybe none of that even mattered now. This was a fresh start, and Elizabeth honestly could not say that she would miss having her powers here. There would be no scientists poking, prodding, or hooking her up to machines here.

Elizabeth became excited again, to even greater heights than she had when she first found herself somewhere other than her few small set of rooms in the tower she had grown up in. "Oh, Mr. DeWitt! I'm not hungry at all, but I feel like I would love to try everything that people here eat!" With that, Elizabeth moved toward the direction he had gestured in only she was tugging on his shirt sleeve, laughing, and trying to skip away with him in tow.

He hadn't really thought about how this introduction would have gone--had he found Elizabeth in Columbia. Only that he had to snag her and run like hell out of there before either of them got shot. The floating city of Columbia, a pure and righteous place, the mechanics of science and magic or whatever nonsense they used to keep the buildings up and up. The only thing he felt for Columbia was a real fear of the city flying overhead and Columbia's shit raining down on him--literally or figuratively. He had enough to deal with in New York without some damn city in the clouds making his life any harder with haughty judgements causing conflict in the space between heaven and earth.

However, here Elizabeth was never minding his earth-dwelling unfortunate background and seeking for some company while they discover this tree--house of a home. Damn, he needed to really look over that Loki made explanation again. It was just all really overwhelming that subtle technical facts such as exactly what earth they were on seemed to go one ear and out the other.

Once he was past this initial shock he might absorb more of the information offered to him. Such as this bracelet around his wrist that made him think twice about hacking up his sleeve.

Booker took a hesitant step forward, his eyes mostly on her and the swing of her hair beneath that fat bow and all he could think to respond with was: "I'd stay away from whatever has the natives turning grey." His eyes then looked ahead as he fell into some awkward pace behind her at the command of her tug to his sleeve.

"Call me .. Booker." He watched her hand jerking at his sleeve but he was only going so fast and was not all together motivated to jog ahead just yet. Usually he reserved his energy for running when someone was chasing him. Or he was chasing them, whatever came first.

Booker. It was a nice name, she thought, though calling him that seemed far too personal for having only just met. Elizabeth smiled politely up at him, looking his face, neck, shirt and vest over with some interest before her gaze was ahead once again. "Were you on your way to find something to eat before we met?" Elizabeth asked him.

She had finally let go of his sleeve, though she remained close by. Before Booker had much of a chance to answer Elizabeth was speaking again. "What a coincidence, don't you think? Or perhaps not. Still, I feel glad I think that we have met. We were supposed to have met, it would seem." Elizabeth turned her smile up at him again. "Don't you think?"

The left side of Booker's mouth pursed and the corner of his lips dimpled into a curious curve. He looked to the deep blue of her pretty-shaped eyes and considered her theory-feeling-nonsense. Booker wasn't sure if this place had much to do with fate rather than the fact that it could have been a massive draft that had him, her, and a whole lot of other Columbians and New Yorkers. A troubling thought to his previous relief that perhaps his debt collectors wouldn't come for him.

But being here, they surely wouldn't care right? It's a clean slate. Sure.

He took in a deep breath through his nostrils, a brow rose, and he answered with: "I guess we could think of it like that." He had her picture, she had the value, he was coming for her, but it was she that found him. Booker looked to his cigarette and flicked it away before that hand went to his hip. He wasn't sure how much he believed in designed destiny. But then again, these were gods.

"Might be that you're right."

"Might be, might'n not." It was a curious exercise of the mind and of theories of predestination. Elizabeth was more quiet as they walked side by side and while she was looking all around with an excited curiosity, her eyes would inevitably always come back to the gentleman (as she saw him) by her side. As they approached a busier section of street, Elizabeth lifted her hand up to lightly hold at the inside of his elbow. In novels the women sometimes did that and it seemed like something she would like to do, and it turned out that she did.

"You were coming to save me," Elizabeth said once she finally spoke up again. "How were you going to do it? My tower was so tall-- and how were you ever going to get past Songbird? I have seen him get angry, it's not something the faint of heart could ever face." Which made her estimation of him rise considerably as she thought of it.

Songbird? Booker had a frown to his lips and he turned his head slightly to look at the girl. "Getting up to Columbia was less trouble than I thought it would have been." Everyone knew about the floating city in the heavens, but no one really knew the process of getting up there. Hot air balloons, Zeppelins, a wing or two and a prayer--it was anyone's guess, besides the elite that got the invitation, or money, to get there. It never interested Booker and with the people he usually dealt with there wasn't much interest in conversation for Columbia.

"Well, s'pose I could feed the bird a cracker and use the stairs?" He wasn't ignorant to the fact that she had snaked her arm in link with his own. He had tensed at the touch, and was slowly working on relaxing with it. He didn't usually socialize well with women, but he wasn't all together dumb on how to. However, he was glad she took the lead in this interaction--he was out of practice how to behave with good company.

It had to be humor, Elizabeth assumed, so she laughed softly. The thought of someone trying to feed Songbird a cracker was laughable in itself, and she ended up giving another, louder laugh. "Who knows, maybe that would work? As much research as I had tried to educate myself with regarding Songbird, his make and programming remains a mystery to me. I have wondered if there are other books, out in the world, not available in my library that would aid me in that. When I was younger I had fantasies of overwriting his programming to get past him. Obviously, that never worked out for me."

Elizabeth smiled up at the mysterious stranger, feeling glad and happy that he hadn't rejected her hand on the inside of her arm to stay closer to him. The crowds of people didn't scare her but neither did she wanted to get separated. Like this whole experience, Booker was entirely new to her and being able to socialize was as thrilling as was walking freely down a street.

She was looking all around them again, and she gave a shake of her head. "This is so surreal for me, Mr. DeWitt. To think, I could go anywhere I want, do anything I please? It's almost overwhelming."

Booker was losing her as she spoke more about the bird. It started with Songbird's make and programming--after that he was lost. He thought they all pretty much knew where the birds (and bees) came from, but this girl was speaking like she came from another world. Overwriting his programming-- Fantasies of overwriting nature? Just what the hell kind of tower did she really come from!

"Uhhh.." His intellectual response was soon hushed with a few more words from her. By the end of it Booker was sure he wasn't blinking in unison. She had some extraordinary ideas, more than he'd ever heard a woman speak before in such a short of time knowing one! Not to say he didn't know women who had their own ideas such as promoting prohibition, bettering the world with unparalleled education, working in masculated fields. To each their own really, but the audacity to reprogram a song bird?

That was a whole higher level of ideals that he wasn't sure was even worth the effort in thinking about. But, alas, she had deviated from the conversation about how to remake the egg that the bird hatches from. In that, again, he was glad to be led in a direction -- different as he was accustomed to.

"Well.." Booker wasn't too much for words and even less when he wasn't quite sure what to say. He could relate her feelings to oppressed women he's had the pleasure, or grievance, to listen to. The world wasn't as gentle as a woman was, it was hard, edgy, cruel, and indifferent if nothing else. Least he thought so anyway. "You .. sure can." He blinked away awkwardly.

Hooch.

"Look at that!" Elizabeth gasped and pointed up at a large tree that came into view in the distance, over the tops of the narrow rows of shops and houses they were walking through. "Mr. DeWitt, let's go look!" She laughed happily and pulled on his arm a moment before she let go and was off skipping forward along the street to try and find the large tree.

She zigged and zagged through the people in the street, took a second to marvel at a bicycle leaning up against a house, then disappeared around the corner. "Oh look!" Her voice could be heard calling back to her would-be-savior. Elizabeth had discovered grass and she was crouched down running her fingers through it. She had touched grass before through tears but this was different, it was real and present and she hadn't had to wish for it, which made it more special somehow.

Elizabeth stood up and moved to the tree and ran her fingers up along the trunk to feel the rough texture of the bark, then leaned her head back to stare up through the softly shifting leaves. "It's so beautiful..." Elizabeth turned slowly in a circle, eyes skyward, getting happily dizzy with the way the sunlight danced and played with the leaves in the wind. "Mr. DeWitt, isn't it amazing? I've never seen a tree from this angle."

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