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THE TEST DRIVE MEME

Hello, True Believers!

This is for anyone wanting to test out their characters in the setting before the applications open, see what clicks. Multiples will be allowed for this post, and you can generally assume any threads are a self-contained continuity unless you feel like getting creative.

Just post a thread with your CHARACTER NAME and CANON NAME in the title with a prompt and others will reply. Prompts and threads can be action spam or prose or whatever. These threads can be used on the sample section of your application, as well. Go out and have fun!


Be sure to read up on all game information and the "!event" tag to make sure you have all your ducks in a row.

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[expensiveglitter]

He seemed nice enough, so Glitter unfurls herself a little from the protective bubble of knees she'd made for herself. Standing up, she slides down the stairs to him - quite literally, seeing how the crystals flowed and splattered around before returning to her body. The small girl was too upset to concentrate on keeping her shape.

"You think so?" Glitter asks, a bit more hopeful. "Are there many of them?"

[the_prodigal_son]

He watches curiously as she moves around. not quite sure how to take... anything about her. She reminds him of the ghosts in Rapture. Weird.

"I don't know. Probably. But we'll find out." Exploring the mansion seems like no big deal to a boy who's looked through an entire city for things. He sets off looking for the nearest closet, glancing back to make sure she's following... and holding out a hand to hold on second thought so she doesn't get lost.

"I'm Jack." he mumbles randomly while they walk, "You?"

[expensiveglitter]

She hurries after him, reaching out to take his hand before she remembers that she shouldn't trust him fully yet. Still, being separated frightened her even more than possibly bad people.

...it kind of feels like holding a bunch of wiggling pebbles rather than a hand, and her arm might fall off into small crystals if he tugs in any way.

"We forgot our name when we shattered, but we call ourself Glitter." She smiles up at him. "We like your name. We think we had a friend named Jackson."

Her brother, but still.

[the_prodigal_son]

She talks funny, and feels way more fragile than he feels he should be trusted with, but he takes care to move at her pace and seem friendly. She's much older than him, but the part of him that still runs on the false memories of being 24 gives him a sort of paternal instinct over her.

"Glitter is a pretty name." he grins, "I like my name, too. It used to be... uh..." mm, he feels uncomfortable with the admission, but someone literally made out of crystals can't exactly judge his weird circumstances. "It used to be Subject WYK. I like Jack much better."

Her way of speaking is odd, but he sees nothing particularly wrong with it. At least she's aware of her surroundings. The little sisters' chants of 'sunshine and rosies mean angels is near' had always made his skin crawl as he protected them from mutants and turrets.

[expensiveglitter]

Older, perhaps, but just as shattered as her body. Meek and worried and split apart - quite physically at this moment. She just wanted her arm back; she didn't want to be so far apart from herself. The time in the jars had been enough. They'd done too much damage already, she didn't need more.

"Subject WYK? We like Jack better, too. Jack is a person." Not an object or a 'subject'.

She moves a bit closer to him, especially while passing some other students, but shifts back again every time the wrench comes into view. She didn't like improvised weapons like that.

[the_prodigal_son]

Jack is a person.

That makes him grin. Yes, he is a person. Not a freak or an experiment or a slave or a faceless assassin, a person. She's finally put to words what drew him to using the name for himself even when he knew it wasn't real.

After a while he notices her shying away from his wrench, and hooks it to his belt where it'll be mostly out of sight. He doesn't have any particular reason for having it out, it just makes him feel better. It's just as fine that he has it at his side just in case. It's not like it'll take a wrench to get some crystals out of a vaccuum cleaner.

...At least, he assumes. He doesn't know what vaccuum cleaners look like nowadays.

[expensiveglitter]

He looked a lot nicer with that smile, so Glitter beams up at him, hoping it would stay. It was even better when he removed the wrench from his hand, at the same time removing the uncomfortable reminder of her father taking a crowbar to smash her into the pieces she was right now.

When they finally find a maintenance closet, they now had to tackle the vacuum cleaner and somehow open the bag. The missing pieces were not so aware of their surroundings when she was split apart, so they would have to get messy to find out if this was the correct metal monster that stole her arm.