ASGARD GENESIS - TEST DRIVE #1

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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.

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[channellings]

The eighty percent is right and if Peter knows what's good for him, he'll listen to it-- unless he's willing to deal with the hot mess that's halfway leaning across his table now, elbow propped up and cheek in his hand, his lips curved high.

"Hey," Klaus offers in kind, lifting his unoccupied hand to wave while he bats his eyelashes. "Oh, that's what you're hung up on? Come on, we're all still trying to accept it." Another quick twist of his wrist then he lowers that arm over his hip, gives a contemplative tilt of the head.

"Me? I'm the peachiest! I mean, who can honestly complain about free alcohol?" Following a high-pitched giggle, the skinnier man pushes up, shifts around then uses both hands to haul himself up so he can sit on the table, one leg crossing over the other. "And at least these deities are accommodating."

[momsboy]

Bold of you to assume Peter knows what's good for him, my friend. Being functional hot messes is practically the Guardians' secret superpower, if the way they live is anything to go by.

"Among other things." It's not the only reason, not even close to the important one, but he doesn't want to unload his issues on the poor first friendly face he sees. Peter even smiles a little at Klaus cheerful attitude.

"That was the highlight of my day, indeed." He is about to take another swing of his drink when he realizes it's empty. Dang.

Peter glares briefly at the bottle as if to blame it for not being full, then leaves it on the table and reaches toward the chair next to him. There are about 3 more different bottles of alcohol that he's keeping close so he doesn't have to stand up to get more. He offers one to Klaus, some sort of Asgardian red wine.

"Want some? Be careful about the deities. I've met a few before and they're not to be trusted."

[channellings]

Perhaps these two fools will get along better than anticipated, then. Who honestly knows?

"Other things you can just drink away though, right? There's plenty of alcohol around for that." Offering his shoulder to a stranger for crying on wouldn't be foreign to him, let's be real, but if they can drink while doing it, he'll feel a whole lot better about listening once they've gotten loaded. Peter smiles slightly and Klaus brightens somehow, his own teeth flashing in his best Cheshire cat impression—

That immediately falters when he realizes Peter's finished his bottle. "Aw, unfortunate." Good thing there's plenty of other bottles hanging around, though.

Oh, and one of them is actually being handed to him? This really is going to be the best day (or life or whatever it is they've got at the moment). "Thank you," he says first, reaching to take the bottle and uncap it, tossing the stopper over his shoulder without hesitation. Guess he... isn't planning to need that anytime soon.

"Really now," even if he initially sounds dubious, at least his question is genuine, "what kind of deities have you met?"

[momsboy]

Time will say, time will say. Peter's usually more upbeat than this, Klaus only had the bad timing of catching him on a guilt-ridden moment. But even at his worst, he's still friendly and willing to share his alcohol so they can get both totally sloshed. Peter probably is already.

"I'm trying to, yes." And to prove he points he grabs one of the other two bottles. Vodka this time, very well. He's not planning on picking a god so if he dies tomorrow, at least he won't have to deal with the hangover of the century. "I know Thor, God of thunder, and my father, Celestial and jackass extraordinaire who attempted to snuff every other life in the whole universe."

He's really drunk or not drunk enough for this conversation. Peter uncaps the vodka and downs a quarter of the liquid without pausing to breathe. He makes a face later, once he puts the bottle down. Oh, this stuff is strong. Perfect. His eyes are a little glassy when he looks at Klaus again.

"Name's Peter Quill. Star-Lord. Guardian of the Galaxy. " He scoffs at that last part managing to make it somehow self-deprecating. "For all the good it did."

[channellings]

"Cheers!" he offers, raising his bottle to Peter then taking a long pull. Mmn, he's not usually a wine person, but alcohol's alcohol and this is some damn good spirit. Actually, his favorite just so happens to be the bottle Mister Star-Lord has cracked, and he contemplates asking if he'd switch with him for a rather decent amount of time before deciding to forgo it.

There will be more vodka; chatting up some cute fella that knows Thor isn't something one gets to do often, so let's not ruin the moment. "Like, Odin's son 'Thor?'" Klaus gestures around them with his free hand then instantly draws it back in to muffle a hiccup against his palm before continuing, "Can't say I know what a Celestial is, though." A slight shrug, followed by his head tipping consideringly, eyebrows arching when he notices Peter's muddle-headedness.

Oh, now this should be interesting. Klaus's lips uptick somewhat, though the gesture softens as he reaches to lightly pat Peter's shoulder. "There, there, Peter...Star-Lord...Galaxy Guardian?" Jesus, that's a mouthful, and he didn't even get it all.

"Anything in particular you prefer to be called?" Since he certainly won't be remembering every single title the other man's laid out there. "You wanna, uhm, talk about it or...?"

[momsboy]

That 'Cheers' gets a lopsided grin from the blond. That's the spirit, yes. Miserable as he feels, it's always better to drink in company. If Klaus wants to trade his wine for the vodka Peter is having, he won't mind at all. At this point, alcohol is just alcohol to him.

"That's the one. Can make lighting with his hands and all, when he's not using his axe. Is such a huge thing, Stormbreaker, clearly to overcompensate." You'd want to stop Peter here, Klaus, or he will totally ruin any idealized mental image you have of Thor because he will be ranting about the god nonstop. "Not knowing a Celestial is a good thing, just trust me on that."

He doesn't elaborate because it's a too bitter subject of conversation but Peter's eyes do get more focused after the pat to his shoulder. He's paying attention, really.

"Guardian of the Galaxy. We're a team but my friends aren't here, I've been looking for them. But you can call me just Peter." He gives a sincere smile, even if he's very much starting to get too drunk. Peter considers Klaus question as is tempting to share but he's trying to get blackout drunk because otherwise he might end crying.

"N..no, not really, no. But you could tell me about you. What's your name?" Did the man tell him already? If so Peter can't quite remember.

[channellings]

'Alcohol is just alcohol' is a motto Klaus has lived by all his life. Will it get him fucked up? Good, he's putting it in his body.

Whoever this Thor is that Peter's describing, it sounds a lot like the true god of thunder, although he's never met the man in his life and he's almost certain none of the deities here introduced themselves as Thor. "What, like if someone's got an obnoxiously huge vehicle that they rev flying down the road?" Is that the kind of overcompensation Peter's talking about? It's what Klaus thinks he's talking about, anyway. "Considering you know what one is and it doesn't sound like a good thing? Yeah, I'll take your word for it."

Even if he isn't paying attention, Klaus has ways of getting people to notice things. The moment Peter corrects him though, he's waving dismissively, blowing a raspberry while his shoulders lift in a halfhearted shrug.

"That's what I said," retorts the shorter male, although there's no heat behind the remark. "Oh, that'll be much easier, thank you! What do your friends look like, Peter?" Hopefully, asking about them won't make it worse-- if anything, maybe he'd be able to help look for Peter's friends? And knowing who to look for would be helpful.

Wow, how rude of him for not immediately sharing his name after Peter had done so. "Klaus," a beat then, "I'm nobody special, really, and certainly not as important as you, mister Star-Lord."

[momsboy]

Amen to that motto, might it bring them endless nights of entertainment and hopefully fewer hangovers. And yes, he's talking about The Thor. Peter has enough crazy real stories to tell, he doesn't need to come up with fake ones or imaginary friends.

"Exactly like that!" He points at Klaus with his bottle like 'you got it, man'. "It's so annoying...and yeah, let's hope there's no Celestials in this city. I don't have any bombs with me that work." There's probably a lot to unpack in that last line but the Guardian takes another sip of his drink as if he's said nothing worrisome at all.

"And welcome! My friends look like a raccoon followed by a walking tree, a blue cyborg lady, a bug lady with antennae, a tall grey skinned man with red tattoos all over and allergic to shirts, Thor and Gam-...Thor. Just Thor."

Peter catches himself at the last minute but his eyes look much brighter all of sudden, teary, and it has nothing to do with the alcohol. He's gripping the neck of the bottle a little tighter than before but he gives the other man a smile.

"Nice to meet you, Klaus. I'm no more important than dirt, really."

[channellings]

Klaus opens his mouth, closes it after a moment, opens it again then shakes his head. There's nothing he can really say when it comes to bombs that don't work and Celestials being in Asgard, aside from not all that pleasing news of, 'I dunno, man,' so he'll spare Peter the details (or lack thereof).

"Still got it," he's shooting back casually, raising his empty hand to fingergun at Peter. Focusing on listening to the people he's describing is far more interesting anyway; a raccoon with a walking tree? A blue cyborg woman, a bug girl with antennae? Tall, gray and red sounds like a sight to behold and then Thor, god of thunder, of course. Wait, there was someone else he'd almost said, wasn't there? Gam— something.

His brow furrows worriedly when he notices Peter's watery look though and he hesitates with the bottle at his lips, eyes darting anywhere except the other man's for a few seconds, ultimately coming back to Peter once he's felt like he has stalled too long. "Don't be so hard on yourself. You've got a whole shitload of titles and those aren't easily earned."

[momsboy]

If Peter ever makes it to tomorrow alive, he will have to apologize for the amount of nonsense he's telling Klaus. He's not saying about any of it but it already sounds weird when Peter is sober, he lost all credibility now that he's made alcohol his new best friend.

The finger guns get a smile out of Peter. It's such a human action to do, and he hasn't seen anybody do these kinds of silly things in years. He drinks again as Klaus looks away, silently thanking the other man for not questioning him.

"No, I suppose not...I don't think any of those will help us here. Do you have people to go back to?"

[channellings]

Hey, at least the stupid gesture got a smile out of Peter. Klaus's own lips quirk slightly, eyebrows arching consideringly while he adjusts his position on the table-- which he should probably move off of at some point, but if Peter isn't going to ask him to, he's planning to get more comfortable.

He tips his own bottle back, downs a few solid gulps, even has to temporarily puff his cheeks to make room on the last mouthful as he swallows. Once the liquor is down and he's cleared his throat, Klaus makes a vague gesture with his empty hand, "I don't know," then lifts his shoulders in a messy, not at all put-together way, despite his attempt to seem nonchalant.

"Depends on if there's even a somewhere to go back to first, I think."

[momsboy]

Peter is not going to tell Klaus what to do, no, and he doesn't seem to find it odd or worrisome to be sitting on a table. hell, Rocket has to stand on them from time to time to reach things, is not a big deal.

If anybody is going to tell them not to do anything that would be the Gods but it doesn't look like there's any around to scold them for their behaviour.

"You don't have a home...?" The confusing and vague explanation get Peter to blink up at Klaus, trying to make sense of things. "How so?"

[channellings]

Maybe not a big deal, but to be fair, Rocket is also a raccoon whereas Klaus is a full-grown man and should use a chair like a normal person.

Thankfully though, there aren't any gods around, so he can break all the rules he wants at the moment, even if it's just sitting on a table. Whenever Peter asks about him not having a home, he has to pause drinking from the bottle, swallowing the alcohol harshly-- and not because of the burn.

"I... probably could've said that a little better? Where I'm from, there was—" he hesitates, rolls his lips with contemplation, "—a cataclysmic event that might have destroyed some shit." But totally not the whole world, nope.

[momsboy]

The 'people' Peter knows -Thor, Drax and Nebula- more often than not behave worse than the raccoon. Klaus hasn't tried to stab anyone, yet, so he's got that positive thing in his favor.

He might consider the lack of visible God a good thing too since getting smashed in front of them on the very first day here is probably considered impolite.

"Some shit...how much? because where I come from, something bad happened too and half the universe was wiped off. Please tell me your 'some shit' wasn't that bad."