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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[dorzalta]

The woman who chooses to answer her has an air of lady to her. It's not why Dany smiles back. What does it matter if there are kings and queens and smallfolk alike in this crowd? They've all been taken from their homes. None of them know why.

No, she returns the smile, however small it may be, because it's better than being alone. She's been alone far too much in her life.

"I suppose we can fall back on demanding answers, if the need arises."

[confier]

"If anyone deigns to give us answers, even then," she responds with a tone that's equally glum and angry. She just doesn't have enough optimism in this, to believe that they would get answers by simply asking for them. Certainly not a lot of answers have been provided so far.

"I suppose it doesn't matter, anyway. We're all stuck here, now."

She looks around them and sighs — try as she might, it all just seems... so strange.

[dorzalta]

She looks ahead, to the others wandering around them. Her lips briefly purse, part in displeasure, part in thought. How many worlds were they all from? How many families ripped apart, taken to this realm?

"If they won't give them..." Her voice is firmer, steelier. "Then we find a way to take our answers.

"I've a war to fight in my world. I don't have time to be a plaything for some self-proclaimed gods."

[confier]

There's something very much approving in her eyes as she nods in response to Dany's steely resolve — she can appreciate that, as well as the willingness to fight to be given the answers they deserve to get.

"I doubt most of us do. I'm needed in Paris, too." She pauses, appraising. "Though in my home, it's not usual for women to fight wars." Constance sighs. "I wish it was. But in yours... Forgive me for saying, but you don't seem like a soldier."

You seem like a commander, she thinks instead. Yes, that is the resemblance to Queen Anne that I see. The queen back home may not fight battles, but her commands carry as much weight to her (and to the Musketeers) as the king's.

[dorzalta]

A soldier? She looks at the other, brows slightly pinched. There's quite a few things with what she says that gives Dany pause: that she wishes women didn't, and Paris. Of course they're not from the same world, but what is a Paris?

"I wouldn't deserve the men who fight in my name if I didn't join them." That may not make her advisors happy, come time for the war against the Army of the Dead... "I'm a queen, my lady. Some call me the Dragon Queen."

[confier]

"That is not a common way to think," she says, rather wryly, adding after a pause, "the king would never fight alongside his Musketeers."

Nor would the queen, but that is only expected... and at least she usually stands by them, unlike the king who only seems to see faults in them. At least most of the time.

But what Dany says next gives her pause. Constance blinks — a moment of I knew it turns into a quick curtsy, executed with the grace of someone who has not been born to be in court but has grown into it regardless.

"Your Majesty," she says, eyes downcast... though not for long. "I'm no lady, Your Majesty. I serve as the queen's confidante and handmaid in court back home. My name is Constance Bonacieux."

It seems she stops there, except after only a second, as though bursting to ask it, she comes out with, "The dragon queen? Does that mean..." Her eyes are alight with curiosity — she's never thought of a world where dragons are real, but then she's also never thought of a world where gods walk among men, and here they are. So why couldn't dragons be real, too?

[dorzalta]

"No, I suppose it's not. But I've seen the difference between those who would fight, and those who expect others to in his or her stead." An incline of her head, acknowledging, soon turns to her looking quizzical. "Musketeers?"

The curtsy draws the eyes of some around them. Some of the smallfolk, as well, with their basket of flowers. It's not what she expects, not when there had been a look to--Constance, an aha!, some mental victory Dany will never be privy to.

"You've no need to call me that. Your queen remains in your world." A hand settles on Constance's arm, brief contact where she'll nudge them into step again. There's not the steel from earlier, but something a little more open. "But well met, all the same, Constance. I'm Daenerys Targaryen.

Admittedly, a flare of respect surges in her chest for this one. She's no idea of who Dany is, what she is, and yet she still falls upon good manners--especially in the face of a stranger. All the more interesting that she's her queen's confidante. Perhaps this is why.

"As for dragons, they do exist. I hatched three and raised them as my own." Three, not two. But she's only two left, which leaves her heart aching for Viserion. Still, weeks later. "Does your world have them?"