ASGARD GENESIS - TEST DRIVE #1

[asgardmods]

the test drive meme. ❧ let's do this. Anyone can post to the test drive meme, including duplicates! Please put your character name and canon in the title of your comment. All threads are considered open to everyone! Tag around and make some friends (or enemies)! If you decide to apply to the game, you can use your TDM threads for your app samples! You only need to provide seven comments if you use TDM samples. You can't be "late" to a TDM! This will be considered open until the next one goes live next month. You can make up your own scenario, interact with one of the locations in the game, use the welcome process of your character selecting a god house, or use our optional prompt below! You do not need to pick a god house to play on the TDM! You can have your character still in the process of discussing/deciding/despairing instead. If you are accepted to the game, you can keep TDM threads as game canon as long as you fudge some of the details depending on your original thread. If you aren't sure exactly how to do this, you can always ask a mod. Reserves open on May 25 at 12:01AM PST and close on May 31 at 11:59PM PST. Applications open on June 1 at 12:01AM PST and close on June 7 at 11:59PM PST. Please always feel free to contact the mods if you have any questions! Have fun, dear (future?) Wanderers. ♥ ❧ optional scenario. As you enter Asgard proper, many of the natives have gathered into curious crowds to greet these mysterious children of the World Tree. Some of them carry baskets of flowers and nervously offer one to any Wanderers that come near. They are vibrant and colorful, picked from the wilds surrounding Asgard, and they might have an odd effect on your character if they sniff the flowers directly. Purple flowers will make your character very giggly and easily amused by everything they see and hear. Orange flowers will make your character feel very warm all over, like the sun is beating down on them directly. Blue flowers will make your character somewhat short and impatient with anything that seems like even a minor inconvenience to them. Effects of the flowers can wear off anywhere between a few minutes to an hour. And for those new to Asgard, this scenario aligns with some of the general curses we might have in the game! navigation.

Comments

[strengths]

❰ god, it's her. steve stares for a moment, unable to do anything else, before he can bring himself to speak again, his eyes still trained on peggy's face. he hasn't looked away from her for a moment, doesn't plan to. ❱

I don't know, ❰ he says, promises, honest and guileless as only steve rogers could ever be. ❱ I fell, and then I woke up here, like this.

❰ it doesn't occur to him that she might think he means in the plane when he says fell — truthfully, not a whole hell of a lot is occurring to him at the moment. peggy. young and vibrant and completely, totally aware — it's been so long, he wants to say, to echo her older self, so long. ❱

[mannerism]

[ She doesn't fault him the confusion, doesn't fault him anything, just now. He looks as lost as she feels but god, his eyes are the same, his voice is the same, the earnestness behind it. That's everything she's really loved, the man behind the fanfare and the propaganda. a bloody good man, a cheeky bastard.

She could cry, but she doesn't. Instead, she clears her throat. ]

A tug, Captain?

[ her heel is still stuck, you see. ]

[strengths]

I don't think I really count anymore — oh, christ, right —

❰ it takes steve a moment to remember what it was he approached peggy for, exactly, but it only takes one more moment of dazed rambling before he snaps out of it, looking between peggy and her heel with annoyance. if he does tug her, he's as liable to send them both sprawling (or, more likely, be completely ineffectual) as he is to actually do any good. this goddamn body and its limitations; steve's been back in it for just a few hours and he's already remembering why he hated it so much. still, he'd never resist a request from peggy, so he plants his feet, braces himself on peggy's arm, and counts down. ❱

On three, ready? One, two —

❰ and he tugs peggy, hoping he's actually managed to do something useful. ❱

[mannerism]

[ her lips curve into a little smile. It's something about his confusion, something about the way he rambles. He's not the same man she remembers, there is a different sort of experience and wisdom in his eyes but he's steve and he's remarkable, he's a bloody miracle. he's right here, and making himself as useful as he can and she adores him. she puts strength into it and together they move hard enough to rescue her shoe, though it flies a few feet away, landing on the pavement. ]

I'd wear a a practical pair if I had known I wouldn't be walking 'round New York.

[ she says, if only so she can say something and not cry, not surrender to sentimentality.

[strengths]

❰ well, at least they got it out from between the paving stones. steve stares at the shoe in the road for a second before huffing out a laugh, heading over to pick it back up. the side of his body that had been pressed to peggy's, steadying her as they tried to deal with the shoe problem, prickles as soon as he steps away from her. a hysterical voice in his head shouts no, go back, go back, you can't leave her again — steve mostly ignores it, picking up the shoe and returning to peggy's side without even the slightest hint of dramatics. ❱

Not your fault you were dragged here without notice. Here, lift up your foot.

❰ as she does, steve kneels down to slip the heel back onto peggy's foot, one hand braced on her calf to steady her. he lingers there for only a moment once the job's done, looking up at her, heart in his eyes.

kiss her, that same wild, dramatic part of his brain insists, but steve just stands back up and keeps looking at her. ❱

Hi, Peg.

[mannerism]

[ he fusses and usually, she'd complain and protest. she can get the shoe herself, there's really no reason for all of this chivalry. and yet she doesn't protest, doesn't complain, doesn't dare to don on her usual armor of dry sarcasm, not with him, never with him. she lets him fuss if only because she feels the need to fuss, too. to stay at his side and make sure nothing dares to try and harm him.

he gets up, he says hi as if this is all terribly ordinary and it makes her laugh, raw and happy as she reaches to grasp his hand tightly in hers. ]

Hello, Steve.