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ASGARD GENESIS - TEST DRIVE #1

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.
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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!

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[ At first, Jamie just assumes this young woman has the wrong person. But she's looking right at him; there's no denying who he is as long as she can see. What truly stops him is the curly red hair, the nose like Claire's. Clothing like home, even. It catches him off guard and he looks at her, studying her face rather than answer her.

A part of him knows. He could recognize fragments and pieces of Claire anywhere; her heart, re-arranged with pieces of his to create a whole new person. Even so, he's hesitant. Dare he truly raise his hope? ]

...Do ye--

[ His voice breaks a bit and he clears his throat before continuing. ]

I'm sorry, lass. I'm afraid I dinna ken who ye are.

[ Even in saying that, his heart screams at him that he's wrong. He does know her; his soul would know her anywhere. He'd convinced himself of that the day he knew his child was a growing seed in Claire's womb. ]

[ She's not expecting that at all, and she wasn't prepared for the emotions it would stir in her. Her own father doesn't know her, for reasons she doesn't yet understand, but it makes her heart ache for a moment nonetheless.

Her hand drops from his arm, but she raises up a little, determined as she continues. He's her father, and they'll fix this. Whatever's happened to distort his memories, they'll figure it out. ]

You do know me. I'm your daughter, Brianna.

Daughter?

[ He'd had no way of knowing if Claire was pregnant with a boy or girl, of course, and this is the first he's hearing of it. ]

Your mother. What's your mother's name, lass?

[ It's clear by a more protracted study of his face now that he's younger than the man she met in Wilmington, the man who just took her bee hunting and told her to call him Da. Now she wonders what he last remembers, and if her mother has even made her way back to him at this point in his timeline. ]

Claire Randall...Fraser.

[ There's only a brief pause at the last name, and then she quickly adds: ]

You're Jamie Fraser. Aren't you?

[ Christ Almighty. Jamie feels his knees try to buckle, but he locks them and swallows so hard it's audible to his own ears. ]

Aye. Aye, I am.

[ Moisture gathers in his eyes, trying to let himself believe that this is his own flesh and blood. ]

Claire Fraser is my wife before God. And you...you are mine? Ye returned to me?

[ He means by the look of her clothing. She can't be that much older than eighteen, which means--Christ, before being brought to this place, Claire was returning to him. ]

[ How much to tell, honestly? With his memories stopping from before her mother even returned to him, that leaves so much to tell, and that's too much right now. There are some things she's not sure she even wants to tell him, at least not for a while. So, she'll stick to the important facts only, just to protect him from being overwhelmed because he looks like he might collapse as it is.

With a slightly crooked, watery smile of her own, she nods a little. ]

We both did.

[ Tentatively, she steps forward, and then slowly, carefully, she wraps her arms around his waist in a hug, letting her head rest against his broad chest. She has no idea where they are, and that's alarming in and of itself, but her father is here. She's safe. ]

[ This is his daughter wrapping her arms around him. His daughter.

Brianna.

Name our son after my father he'd pleaded. Well. Claire'd turned Brian into something else. He has so many questions, but for now, his arms wrap around her tightly in return, tears freely running down his cheeks in sheer joy. This is what he gave up, his baby. ]

Oh, a leannan. You're so big.

[ He sniffles, just meaning that he'd always imagined his child as a baby or just barely older to toddle. She's nearly as tall as he is. ]

[ She laughs tearfully until she finally pulls away slowly, a soft and happy smile still on her lips. ]

Whatever this place is, I'm really glad you're here, Da.

[ He laughs tearfully and into her hair. Pulling back, he simply cradles his daughter's face. ]

Brianna.

[ His thumb strokes her cheek tenderly. ]

Your mother, she's--she's well?

[ She doesn't know why she's been so emotional herself; it's not like this is her first time meeting him. But maybe knowing it's his first time seeing her again, it's just brought out this swell of emotion in her. ]

She's been so happy. She's with you again, where she belongs.

[ Now he understands why he didn't die at Culloden, or while he was on his own in the cave, or even in prison. It was because of this, now. He lived so that he might meet his daughter and have his family, at last. ]

And ye have no' seen her here, yet?

[ Christ, his heart aches for the chance to see her again and if his daughter is here, perhaps... ]

We'll search together, a leannan.

[ She's hoping desperately that her mother is here, not only for herself, but for Jamie. This Jamie, who apparently hasn't seen her in years. They were never reunited, not for him at least. ]

I'm sure she has to be here, if we are.

What do you...remember? Right before you came here, what was the last thing that happened?

[ Jamie doesn't know how much his daughter knows about him, and he tries to phrase everything discretely. ]

I'm at Lallybroch for now. Trying to ease into life again after paying my debt to the Crown.

[ Said bitterly but he moves on quickly. ]

I've considered working a printing press.

[ There's much she doesn't know about this part of his life, of course, since her mother wasn't around for any of that. She's filled her in somewhat in the last few weeks, and she's heard stories around the table at supper, but there are still many holes in his life, things she'd love to know. ]

What year is it for you?

[ He can't stop looking at her, can't stop looking for every bit of Claire in her features, parts of himself. ]

1764, lass. Though I met someone from...from much further in the future. Even further than the 20th century.

[ it was mind-boggling, truly. ]

And the year ye were returned to me?

[ She understands what he's doing now because it's exactly what he did before when they first met. He's trying to find himself in her features, trying to find mama. ]

1769. Mama found you in 1766 so you only have two more years to wait for her.

[ She smiles softly, letting out a breath and then just gently squeezing his wrist. ]

Who else did you meet from the future?

[ Two years. Will she come here, instead? Will it still be two years? Will he be back at Lallybroch by then? Christ, it's so much to not know. ]

I met a young woman from the year 2016.

[ He'd had a hard time wrapping his mind around it. ]

I canna believe you're mine. Of my blood.

[ The problem with being the keeper of so much knowledge is simply knowing how much to tell and how quickly. ]

For me, I just met you a few weeks ago.

[ Should she tell him she met him in Wilmington, that he and her mother have land and a cabin he built for them? He's just starting to rebuild his life in Scotland, it would seem like such a distant dream to find himself suddenly in the Colonies with the wife he thought he'd lost forever. ]

I've known about you longer than that, though. It's still - [ She weighs her words carefully, trying to be mindful of his feelings, but truthful to her own. ] You're my father. But I was raised by another man, a wonderful man. I was worried that being with you was disloyal to him somehow. [ She pauses and smiles softly. ] But then you told me to call you Da and it's made everything a little easier.

[ It is a bit to process, just the way she speaks of Frank, but he reaches to cradle her face in his hands. ]

Ye were well loved then? 'Tis why I sent your mam through, I couldna--

[ He looks down a little, as though ashamed. ]

I couldna give ye a life where ye'd thrive.

He loved me. So much. And I loved him, but I don't - [ As he cradles her cheek, she lets out a breath, worry swimming in her eyes. ] I never want to hurt you by talking about him.

Ye willna hurt me, a leannan.

[ Jamie's quick to reassure her of that. ]

Never, that. I will no' lie and pretend not to be envious of the things he was able to experience wi' ye. Things that I've missed. But I hoped he would do all of those things for you. I hoped he was a good man, who wouldna abandon Claire.

[ And, now he knows. Frank did the right thing, and all Jamie can be is grateful. Jealous--blind with it. But grateful. ]

[ Squeezing his wrist, Bree feels the need to add a little more. ]

What you did, sending mama away like that to keep us both safe, that's...incredible. I don't think many people could have done the same thing. You are a good man, too. A good father.

[ Her words make him swallow heavily and look down before letting out a shaky breath. ]

I would give up my verra soul for her to be safe.

[ He did, in fact, to Randall. ]

And you as well, Brianna.

I know you would. You have.

[ They just have to find mama and then they can handle anything this place might throw at them. ]

What do you make of this place?

[ How much does she know, then? But he doesn't ask; for now, he offers his arm to his daughter so that they can walk, all the while searching for Claire. ]

I dinna ken much, yet. Other than I'll have to declare myself for a 'house' to a God. Truth be told, a leannan, it unsettles me. Have ye heard anything that explains it a bit more?

[ He knows that no one really understands why they're here, but he doesn't like this world with multiple gods. ]

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