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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 really 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 waking or 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. The game cap is currently at 57/100. Casts currently at/approaching the 8 character limit are: ASOIAF/GOT: 6/8 Marvel Cinematic: 5/8 Reserves open on September 24 at 12:01AM EST and close on September 30 at 11:59PM EST. Applications open on October 1 at 12:01AM EST and close on October 7 at 11:59PM EST. Please always feel free to contact the mods if you have any questions! Have fun, dear (future?) Wanderers. ♥ ❧ optional scenario. As you're walking unsuspectingly through the city, you might feel a sharp but brief pain as something strikes you suddenly at any point on your body. It seems you've been shot - but where there might be a wound with any other weapon is a bright splash of paint instead, glowing faintly with magic. Our modern-Earth savvy friends might be able to recognize this as the work of a paintball gun, complete with that particular sting that isn't anywhere near unbearable but is still really unpleasant all the same. If you aren't quick to figure out what's happening, you might be struck by another paintball, or perhaps even several at the same time. As the colorful paint splashes across your clothes (will that come out in the wash later?), you'll feel compelled to interesting effects depending on the color: red: you laugh once, with a loud ha! orange: you finger-guns at the first person you see. yellow: you sing and hold a note for five seconds. green: you sneeze. blue: you fart. purple: you cry. :( The more paintballs you're struck by, the sharper your eye, or perhaps even simply from picking up on the juvenile nature of the pranks themselves, some of you might catch the culprits darting around corners and giggling as they run past. Young children with simple handmade guns and bags of what look like glowing marbles. They might be willing to share with you if you promise to let them keep playing - or they might make a run for it if you try to get in their way. Either way, good luck getting that paint our of your clothes! navigation.

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Héctor | Coco

[vagabone]

arrival / god house selection

[One of these new arrivals stands out much more than the others, the very obvious reason being he has no skin. He's in poor shape. If someone has been actually raising the dead, they did a shoddy job of it. A broken arm and a broken leg, both split clean through and wrapped in fraying duct tape. One rib snapped off halfway, the rest of it completely missing, and another cracked, all of them wiggling when he moves like loose teeth in sockets. It wouldn't be so blatant if he weren't wearing glorified rags, letting everyone see said ribs and fractures. Holes in his one sleeved purple vest, holes in what's passes for pants, holes everywhere. And no shoes. A rickety hot mess in general, that's what he is.

He's a friendly necromancer's reject, though. If a little confused and full of questions. It's a lot to take in.]

Wait, hang on, is this the Viking afterlife? Has there been some kind of mixup? I'm so not cut out to be a Viking.

...How would I get to the living world from here?

PAINT

[Having gotten it through his thick skull there is no way back, not yet, he could use a distraction. And enchanted paintball games? Hilarious. He's chosen red, which is both his favorite color and also the best side effect. Hah. Hahah. Time to hobble through the city and shoot everyone in sight. He may not be very sturdy, but he has pretty good aim.

Operation Make Them Laugh, commence!]

Wildcard

[feel free to PM me if you'd like to do something else, I'm easy!]

[enflame]

( It's that time again, where there are a bunch of new people wandering around. Chattering, asking questions, some of which Emil can't help but roll his eyes at. One such voice approaches his ears as he's walking through the city streets. Talk of vikings catches his ears, and so he turns to--

Shit.

Jumping and gasping are done on instinct, with a sharp intake of breath accompanied by a small hiss screech at the same time. Almost immediately, it's followed by a relax in his posture, a roll of his eyes and a long groan.

All of Héctor's questions are avoided in favor of: ) Will they stop bringing in dead people for goodness sake!?

[vagabone]

Hey now!

[He is not, in fact, all that offended. Not very good at pretending to be, either. It's a fair point, he supposes, if this isn't some other afterlife. Even weirder if it's not, he shouldn't be here.]

Practically everyone I know is a dead person. Actually, I'm pretty sure most people are dead.

[enflame]

( Emil himself would certainly be more weirded out had he not had another encounter with a skeleton-man here previously. It doesn't keep him from being disconcerted, or the grossed out glances he keeps throwing Héctor's way.

He's also pushing away restless thoughts of how he feels about his own supposed demise, and looking at a literal skeleton is making that so much harder. )

Please stop talking about dead people, forget I mentioned it. ( It's almost impossible for him to look at Héctor, most of his glances now directed at the ground. ) I don't think you're going to make it to wherever you want to be -- this is a "stuck here" deal, whatever haus you may be in.

[vagabone]

[He gets it. Extreme skelephobia, these things happen to the freshly dead all the time. Poor fellow can't even look him in the eye. But there's nothing he can do about being vitality-challenged!]

So this isn't an afterlife? How come you can see me? I haven't been to the living world since, you know, but from everything I've heard, I should be invisible. Like a ghost.

[...Hard not to talk about being dead when one is dead and has so many questions.]

[enflame]

( God, what a jab of a question. It's complicated -- some people say they can't be dead, but he remembers the sensation of death so vividly...it had to have happened. If he wants to talk some sense into this skeleton, he'll have to man up and look him in his oddly present eyes. )

Look, I don't know. But as you can see, I'm not a skeleton. So at the very least, we aren't the same. This place is just strange. A ton of people come, different kinds of people, and then we're just stuck here.

( That's as concise that he thinks he can make it. Whether or not this is some afterlife is beyond him, and he honestly would rather push it as far out of his mind as possible -- even if that isn't exactly probable, as he's talking to a literal skeleton. )

Arrival.

[ofrenda]

[There might be one other with him that at least initially appears to also be a skeleton. But whether or not that make up job would really hold on closer inspection might be debatable. Regardless, the guitar and hoodie are possibly familiar enough for Héctor to have recognized.]

Not sure I am either. Cut out to be a viking. I just figured with the whole afterlife thing you would know your way around better than me.

[Which....is probably debatable now, what with Asgard and all.]

[vagabone]

[The kid! The miraculous living boy who might just give him one last shot at the bridge. To step onto those petals and finally have them hold his weight, the most wonderful person in all the world waiting for him on the other side...

Whatever is going on, at least he still has Miguel and the photo.]

There you are! [He makes his way over, feet clicking on the pavement, and pats the kiddo on the shoulder.] Beats me, this isn't part of our land of the dead. Hey, let me see your fingers...

[ofrenda]

I'm not sure if I want to question what you mean by 'our part'.....wait, what about my fingers?

[Miguel isn't sure what he means by that. So of course the boy blinks, raising an eyebrow and frowning as he glances down at his hands. Which seem normal enough? At least, probably, underneath the paint that they had used in disguising him to blend in back at the land of the dead.]

[vagabone]

Let's just see if they're back to normal.

[Meaning no transparency, no real bones showing underneath the makeup. No more slow death creeping up on the kid, if they don't get him home by dawn--who knows where they are. He doesn't have the faintest idea how to get to de la Cruz now, yeesh.

He reaches for Miguel's hands, perfectly fine using his one remaining sleeve to wipe the stupid shoe polish off. It doesn't matter, he has so little time left, who cares if the vest is permanently stained? Please, let the curse be gone.]

Anyway, I don't think you need to be a skeleton anymore, chamaco. Look at all these fleshy people.

[ofrenda]

[Miguel glances up to the other through his mess of bangs, his hood of his hoodie falling behind him as his head shifts. Then he looks back down to his hands as Héctor wipes at them, blinking.]

But if this is supposed to be the Viking afterlife, why are there so many people here that are living?

[Well, he had somehow gotten to the afterlife back home, but he was kind of unique and possibly the first ever as far as he knew.]

Arrival

[keybearing]

[Sora is....actually pretty used to the whole talking skeleton thing. After all, he met Jack Skellington. And the pirates that had been cursed back at Port Royal and all there. So he doesn't seem at all fazed when he encounters the other.

Instead, he just tilts his head.]

I guess it is. But where are you supposed to go? I'd say I could help but I don't have my Gummi ship here to take you home so easily.

[Alas.]

[vagabone]

Mexico? Mexico, anywhere, and I'll figure out the rest later.

[It's a big country, obviously, but he'll go on foot if he must. All the way home. Stowing away on a truck or a train would be easy if he'd go back to being more ghostlike and less solid. And visible.]

What on Earth is a gummi ship? Are you telling me you've got a boat made out of candy?

[keybearing]

Mexico? Okay, well I haven't been there. I know it seems like some of us have gone back home but I'm not sure if it is really something we can control? That we can ask for exactly.

[Given now it was just him and Namine here after losing Ven and Roxas and Xion. Still, Sora chuckles at that, giving a shrug.]

No. It is made from Gummi blocks. I could draw it to show you sometime. But it is what we used to fly between worlds back home.

[vagabone]

Are you sure? Absolutely sure? Because I was in the middle of something and I'm kind of in a hurry...

[He may be a little frazzled, yep. Would be good to get back to being dead before the final death takes him. Could be tonight, could be two weeks from now, but it's coming.]

...Like a spaceship. Made of gumball blocks. [Uh huh, sure, that makes sense. Isn't this kid a little old for make believe candy spaceships?] Gumball spaceship which you don't have. How about we focus on what you do have?

[keybearing]

I would help get you back if I could. And it's Gummi blocks. But I'm the same - was in the middle of something myself. As for what I do have? Ah, not a lot. I have my Keyblade still, but that isn't as.....hm, effective? Here at least.

[Because Asgard and magic. Alas for Sora. Not that it mattered probably to someone without such abilities and power. But Sora was still feeling it and a little frustrated.]

paint

[channellings]

[much to klaus's dismay, his umbrella has taken quite a pummeling. in fact, he's pretty sure the thing's beyond salvageable at this point, but watch him whip around in one last-ditch attempt to use it— and have some bright red paintballs break through a soft spot in the canvas. so much for that shirt, he guesses. o-oh, it's almost in his mouth, too!]

Oh, for the love of— [yet when he turns on his assailant, he stops dead in his tracks, eyes widening, mouth awkwardly falling open. jesus christ, is that a skeleton?] Hah! [except it's not funny. not funny at all. it's quite the opposite, actually, but thanks magical paint for helping him save face with the laugh.]

[vagabone]

[It is pretty funny in his mind. With great power, the kind he has with his mighty paintball gun now, comes great stupidity. Some people are so immature. Forever.]

Haha! I love this thing!

[He's already taking aim, fully prepared to do it again.]

[channellings]

[once the initial shock wears off, these two fools are going to share so much mutual immaturity. he blinks a few times, scrubs a hand over his face then redirects his attention to héctor and squints.

completely, one hundred percent a skeleton. who's about to shoot him again—]

Wait, no, stop! [the useless umbrella gets lifted back up in a halfhearted attempt at protection.]

[vagabone]

[He begins to squeeze the trigger, ever so slowly... and stops himself just in time. The sheepishness hasn't quite had time to take over. Are you saying you don't want paint on your face, really? Nonsense.]

It's just paint, don't worry.

[channellings]

[that's exactly what he's saying. still holding the unwieldy thing like some sort of bat, klaus's ready to use it but blessedly, the guy stops.

may just be paint, doesn't make it feel any less dangerous.] Yeah, and what if you put someone's eye out?

Arrival

[momsboy]

[ As friendly as Hector sounds, the fact that he's a living skeleton is still the most noteworthy characteristic and what really gets Peter's attention. He has been having a nice morning for a change, working on fixing his ship first and then going out for a walk with his familiar Sandy, in the shape of a corgi, tagging along next to him.

Peter also happened to be eating an apple when Hector spoke up. When he startles, he immediately throws the fruit at the skeleton's head out of pure reflex after yelling: Shit, a demon!

How good are you at dodging, man? ]

[vagabone]

[He's an excellent dodger, he's got decades of dodging experience. And so he clatters sideways, avoiding the apple with ease, bewildered. What did he do wrong?? Usually he knows why things are being thrown at him and what he has to apologize for!]

Okay, okay! Whatever I said, I'm sorry! It was only a question!

[momsboy]

[ Good for Hector, these dodging skills sure helped him avoid meeting the fruit up close. Peter was already looking for something else to throw at the skeleton when...he apologizes? That's not something demons do, right? If anything it gets him to pause. ]

You are sorry? Really? Or are you just trying to trick me to eat my soul?

[vagabone]

What?

[Why would anyone ask that. Why is that something the guy feels needs asking. Can't Peter see he's a perfectly normal guy? An pain in everyone's ass, to be sure, but not a monster!!]

No! What is wrong with you? Why would you think I'm going to eat souls?! You people are the ones who abducted me and now you're throwing fruit and calling me a demon!

[How dare.]