assguardians | ASGARD GENESIS

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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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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[ Oh.

Of course, alternate timelines aren’t new to them. While Eliot is confused, too, that seems like the only logical explanation, and he wonders if this is even his Quentin. The Quentin he spent a life with and fought a monster (sort of) for.

Well. He won’t look a gift horse in the mouth. Eliot’s hand drops from Quentin’s cheek, to his neck, then to his shoulder before he takes if back. ]

It’s - Nothing. Don’t worry about it. I make it work, right? I’m just glad to see you.

[ Quentin is absolutely worried about it, and his gaze lingers for far longer at the cane than it should be. Eliot has a habit of being completely honest and truthful despite his flippant, joking tones, and so Eliot withholding information? Not a good thing.

His lips part, trying to say something--anything--but he's still trying to process. That, and he's already made a vow to himself to bother Eliot about the cane later. A friends' in pain, they're only going to get away with lying about being for so long. ]

Time paradox rules?

I ... Don't think that really matters here. I've met people that aren't magicians and seem to come from everywhere, and, you know how it is when gods are at play.

[ And Eliot sighs. He can tell by Quentin's face more or less what's going through his head, and, god, now he has to deal with the realization that he's paid enough attention to Quentin over time to notice these things. ]

Here, take my arm, help your crippled friend. [ He doesn't wait for Quentin to agree, he just links their arms together. ] I was possessed by a monster and you stabbed my body with a pick axe to get it out.

[ That's more or less all he needs to say. Quentin can fill in the blanks if he has the knowledge, and if he doesn't, then it's a cut and dry story anyway. ]

Just - To be clear. You're from the fortieth timeline, right? You're not ... Quentin-18 or something like that?

[ Eliot doesn't wait but Quentin's right there anyway, as soon as the word 'take' is out of his friends' mouth, Quentin's hooking his arm around the other and letting the taller man lean on him. Eliot fits, probably because Quentin's short, and the longer haired Magician is still trying to put everything in place as he glances around.

He'll follow your lead, El, for a destination. ]

Quentin 40. [ It's a soft confirmation, but what comes next is even softer: ] We almost had magic back, Eliot.

[ He doesn’t really have a destination in mind. It’s just easier to walk and talk, less eye contact. He inhales and exhales a deep breath. What’s the protocol for this? ]

Honestly? I don’t think it was worth it. I mean - Thank God, because otherwise I guess I’d be trapped, but. I don’t know. I missed a lot of it, but it sounded shitty. And now it’s gone again, so what was the fucking point, right?

[ He does give Quentin’s arm a squeeze, at least. ]

Look. If you could not do stupid shit for a while, I’d appreciate it.

[ Quentin feels like his veins are thrumming, white-hot, but he can't figure out why. It's the usual response he gets when he's upset (no, angry,) but he finds he isn't about to blow up and start yelling. The confusion has clamped down on that. Eliot shot the Monster with a God-Killing bullet and ruined the plans, yes, but there's something else looming. Quentin's positive it's not just the cane.

Shit, this is going to drive him nuts. Magic not being worth it? Of course it is. Eliot's not the one that accidentally turned it off and had it spiral into this whole mess. He breathes out audibly, frowning, but once the stupid comment hints he can't help the ghost of a smile. ]

You, too, then. Hmm?

[ He's got to force himself to relax. ]

Sure.

[ He’s not making promises. If his friends are involved, he’s going to do something stupid and alcohol induced. It’s just fact.

They can cross that bridge when they get to it. For now, Eliot’s going to selfishly enjoy this. Walking arm in arm with Quentin, real Quentin who is somehow alive and here. Eliot’s going to take what he can get. ]

[ At least Eliot's leaning on him, and that's pretty damn nice. Nice enough that Quentin's back-and-forth mind is at least mostly settling on how good it is to be in the moment. Not for long, but it's there. He's a different person than when he entered Brakebills. Still a giant bundle of anxiety, but in a different way. Mostly, he feels too old for that shit.

They meander until Quentin decides to break the silence, and even then it's only because he's glanced once again at the cane, seeing the bracelet coloured while Quentin's remains blank. He's still weighing his options. ]

Tyr?

Huh?

[ It takes a moment for Eliot to realize what Quentin’s asking. He shrugs a little. ]

Yeah. I’m not crazy about tethering myself to a god but I’d rather make the choice myself then have someone choose for me. And if we have to play along until we figure out how to leave -

[ He pauses. If they leave, then he may lose Quentin again, for good. Maybe this place is the only place he can have this. Shit. ]

[ They're already on the same page, it seems, which is par for the course. The whole God thing doesn't sit well with Quentin at all, but desperate measures in desperate times. Eliot's got a damn good point, too--and that point is that Quentin better make a descision before the universe decides for him. He groans without realizing it, a vocal tick when his mind is moving faster than his lips, and screws his eyes shut for a half-second before taking another step. ]

I have to choose, still.

[ And while he's still half-nerding out, he's just a little jaded in this territory. ]

You realize that selfishly I’m going to ask you to heavily consider Tyr.

[ It’s not as if choosing a different house would be the end of the world. Eliot just prefers the familiar. It gives him a sense of control, little as it is, and. Well. He wants Quentin nearby. ]

You’ll make the right decision. You always do.

[ Except he doesn't, and he wants to tell Eliot as much, but instead something else comes out of his mouth entirely: ]

You didn't think so when you decided to kill the Monster.

[ Ah, fuck. He can't take that back, can he? He's not backpedaling per se, but he's quick to launch into something else. ] How do we know we're not shooting ourseves in the foot? Just when we learn the rules, something fucks us over.

[ Eliot’s face remains remarkably impassive, despite the feelings that kick up inside. ]

As if you wouldn’t have done the exact same thing if our roles were different.

[ He thinks. He hopes. Either way, he didn’t really save Quentin at all, did he, just doomed him to something worse. They could have saved Quentin from the Monster. ]

Something is always going to fuck us over, Quentin. I gave up thinking we had a happy ending, you should try to do the same.

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