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.
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!

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[What was there to do but wander? These gods meant very little to Jeyne, but it was preferable to the life that was looming over her. Riverrun was no home for her now that the Lannisters seized control and the Crag was even worse. If freedom meant traveling to another realm, she would accept it with some measure of relief.

But it didn't shake the guilt and sorrow that still held her in a vice. The loss of brother and husband in rapid succession. No matter where she traveled or what district she found herself in, she couldn't outrun the shadows. They were always at her heels.

The park was at least quiet-

-For a moment. There's the sound of a fist against a tree, followed quickly by someone falling back. She doesn't think, pushing her way through the brushes until she sees a man on the ground.]

Are you all right, ser?

[Robb staggers to his feet, dusting himself off as someone pushes through the bushes. He’s still shaken, still not quite sure what just happened, and then a very familiar voice cuts past the whirlwind of his thoughts. He freezes, the words sticking in his throat, and almost doesn’t want to turn around. What if this isn’t real? What if this is just a dream as he’s dying on the floor of the Twins? What if—

He turns, slowly. Then:]

Jeyne? [His voice is unsteady. Oh, gods, Jeyne. What is she doing here? He’d left her safe at Riverrun, she was supposed to be safe—] What—Jeyne, how are you here?

[Please be a dream. Please be a dream. Please.]

[She nearly collapses under the myriad of emotions that hit her all at once. She could barely catch her breath as she stared at him with wide, fearful eyes. No, Robb was dead. The Freys had gloated over it and her mother had preened in front of Jaime Lannister. So many smug faces were pleased to repeat to her again and again that he was dead. The King in the North, murdered at a wedding.

She stumbled back, tripping over her skirts as tears started to appear. Weak, she chided herself. How are you so weak? You prayed for this, you dreamed of him returning. But it seemed to beautiful to be true, almost a cruel jape or a nightmare that she would soon wake from.]

No...please. I can take anything else, but please don't use him against me!

You're not real. You're dead.

[You're dead, she says, as good as a slap in the face. Robb doesn't actually stumble back, nor do his knees really give out from under him, but he freezes up like she'd screamed worse at him, his shoulders slumping. But then he rallies, and steps forward, holding a hand out.]

Jeyne, it's me. I'm real, I'm here. [Please don't ask him how because honestly, he's got no idea.] I promise you, it's truly me.

Are you all right?

[This is somewhere between a dream and a nightmare. Despite his assurances, she can't be sure that she truly believes he is here and this isn't some illusion or magic akin to what brought them here. Her eyes move between his hand and face, searching for any sign of a trick.

Her foolish heart would always believe the best (even when confronted with the worst), so it wasn't long before her hand found his and she let him draw her to her feet.]

I'm fine. [No, that was a lie, but how could she know how to feel about any of this.] Are...are you well?

ASGARD GENESIS - TEST DRIVE #1

One - Have a Jeyne Westerling

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