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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, as well as the weekly updates to make sure you have all your ducks in a row.

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[friendofdorothy]

It's Liir's notes and he's not in a good mood about it. Not after leaving them there and having to go all the way across the school to retrieve them. He's tall, wiry, boring.

The boy who's doing it is achingly pretty too. That only adds to his foul mood. He's immediately prejudged him as being someone who can get away with such behavior only because of it. He tries to snatch his notes back.

"Well you've definitely convinced me, comrade."

[whatsatisfiesme]

Gilbert has a moment to brace himself before Liir grabs onto the sheaf of papers and moves to yank them away. His empathic senses make it easy to feel him coming well before he's even in the doorway, and after that he doesn't need to look up to guess what's next. (Not when Liir already feels like a looming, gray-black rain cloud, puffed up with irritation somewhere at the back of his mind.)

Still, it doesn't make very much difference. He latches onto the notes, but his own limbs are delicate and don't put much strength behind his grip. Though the pages crumple some before they're jerked away, they come loose without tearing.

"I wasn't finished," he complains then, leaning back to fix his eyes on his assailant. The cool tone there, as if what he'd been about was perfectly understandable, is very obviously intended to provoke.

[friendofdorothy]

He looks at the papers. Nothing ruined. That's a relief. It's a fortunate thing for him that, though he's often annoyed at things (mostly himself), he's not a hothead.

"Oh, but your propaganda convinced me. I'm signing up to be a mutant guerilla. Do you think Magneto will pin my first medal on me? You know, with his mind."

There's something behind the irritation for him to sense, if he pays attention: wry amusement. He at least knows that, as the son of Elphaba Thropp, he doesn't need to prove his bonafides to anyone. So he can joke about it.

[whatsatisfiesme]

"Who said anything about Magneto?"

At least irritation he can take some satisfaction from. The amusement's different - its object is indistinct enough that even his powers, usually hyper-sensitive, can't nail it down - and it makes Gilbert curl his lip slightly. He gets to his feet, his hands hiding behind his back and his hips swished to one side.

"Magneto, the Brotherhood, Genosha -- that's all anyone here can think about when you say anything but 'coexistence.' It's simple-minded."

Whereas he, fourteen years old and doodling on borrowed math homework, is the pinnacle of clear-minded, political thought. Or something.

[friendofdorothy]

Hey, we've all got to start somewhere. For baseline kids, it's a trip to Hot Topic for your first anarchy shirt or V mask. For mutant kids, it's probably doodling the MLF logo places.

"Oh, right, the mighty third force of the MLF, conquering the world one unmarked wall at a time." Ironically his sister is doing something very much like that right now. "How many divisions does it have again?"

His frown softens a little. He might, he thinks, have some brain to him, or at least a talent for improv. He's not less jaded than Gilbert, just in different ways.