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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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[kickstart_my_heart]

-MORE GRUMBLING.-

[mr_badguy]

You're just going to stand there and annoy me, right? [He knew this type of behavior well. And hated it.]

[mr_badguy]

[Oh, just a student. Sol relaxed and shrugged in response.]

What do I care what you do? It's not my problem.

[dandyelegance]

I don't intend to annoy. But if that's how you feel...

[He's going to walk away, though it's only a few feet to Sol's left. He'll remain silent for the time being.]

[stillinthedark]

Thanks, man.

[Good. Looked like Eddie could more or less trust this guy. He pulled out his lighter and took a nice, long drag.]

Damn, I needed that.

[mr_badguy]

... That's not really going away. [You can practically hear him grinding his teeth to dust.]

[dandyelegance]

[...He was serious? Slayer gave him a disappointed look.]

A shame. I suppose I'll see you in the lounge, then. And thank you for the light, Mr...?

[Nope, not going away juuust yet. Almost there.]

[Action]

[sonofhulk]

[Looking up at her, he smiled ever so slightly and gave a nod at the question before releasing her hand.]

Yes, please.

[sonofhulk]

Fine, what is this power you have?

[Guess he'd see just how useful Reimu is.]

[notacostume]

I've never tried wearing black with pink before. Maybe I'll try it out if I ever get a chance.

[Action]

[notacostume]

Okay!

[Mona Lisa gets up from the couch and stands right in front of him.]

Now, just keep your eyes straight on me and watch!

[Before his very eyes, Mona's skin begins to change. But not just that. Her hair and eyes... everything about her begins to literally blend in to the surroundings to the point where she just flat out turns invisible.]

What do you think? Pretty cool, huh?

[velvetson]

He shakes his head. "I've been interested in doing so, but I've never had a good opportunity to collect any." The side effects of growing up in the middle of nowhere. Somewhat of a lack of reading material that isn't 'worthwhile'... and, in his case, a lack of a private enough hiding place to stash it when he's got it. "There is the graphic novel selection here, I suppose, but it is - rather hard to know where to start." Minor difficulty, but still...

Re: Eddie / Zato-1 | Guilty Gear - Op. 1

[gregorydeegan]

Gregory was heading in the opposite direction when he saw that, someone shaping a shadow into clothing. Okay, that was neat. He smiled and headed over. "Does that keep you warm, or does it just look cool?" he asked, with his signature "yep, I totally just said that" grin.

"I'm Gregory, by the way." He waved. With the hand that was wrapped around his walking stick. The one he needed to stand.

THUD. And yet another Gregory Deegan face plant.

1.

[tiamaris]

Tiamaris had been walking across the cold frozen expanse that had once been a front lawn. He heard people joking - at lest, he thought they were joking - about how they might never see grass again. He... didn't care one way or another.

As the other fellow created a jacket to ward off the cold. Tiamaris crossed his path. Broad across the shoulders, expressionless face, dull bronze eyes... wearing a tee shirt and jeans. No shoes. No socks. No hat. No gloves. No coat. Bare feet impressed upon the snow and ice as heavily as boots would, but he seemed to not even notice the cold.

1.

[eileaneathompson]

Too cold to go outside. Way too cold. Good thing for Eli... she didn't have to. Even to get groceries. That was one of the few good things about being a mutant, and about being here, she supposed. She didn't have to hide what she was here. Because no one cared...

She tried not to be too depressed about that point...

So her clone, looking exactly like her, was bundled from head to toe; long flowing down coat that implied "dress" in the shape of it, boots that were more pretty than functional, a warm headband under her ponytail - hats could frizz out her hair! - and pretty gloves that were too thin to keep out much cold. Of course the headband had eye holes cut into the fabric in the part that was hidden under her hair, so that if her clone had to do the hero thing she could... but that wasn't visible at all.

Eli's focus was elsewhere. The clone had it's simple orders - go to the store and avoid anyone who Eli was embarrassed to see at the moment. It was too cold to focus on that clone, so she would wait until the clone got to the store before checking in.

Which meant that the clone sidestepped Zato instead of crashing into him, but smiled warmly instead of getting frustrated over how many males there were here. "HI!" the clone said cheerfully, even though she was clearly freezing.

2

[gregorydeegan]

"Wow, thanks," he said with a smile as wide as it was bright. He genuinely seemed happy. "Now I know which class not to take next term AND have a new appreciation for my mother!"

Action

[gregorydeegan]

Gregory had only been sitting long enough to check the cushions for softness. He jumped up at once and.. hovered there a moment. His walking stick clattered to the ground, and he blinked down at her from above a foot above the sofa. "Hey, sorry, Didn't see it there. I was just testing the sofa. But I'd love to hear your tale, you know, now that I've sat on it." Yes. He did just say that. Yes, his grin shows just how much he meant to say that. He regrets nothing, unless he hurt her. Then he'd regret that. And yeah... he's still floating.

Dorms

[gregorydeegan]

Well, if he's unpacking in Greg's room.... you'd never know the kid just moved in a month ago. The room was PACKED with stuff. Also... there was no bed. There was, instead, what had once been a nice large sofa. The cushions, however have been stripped from the couch and rearranged, the center of the COUCH FORT!(TM) was filled with pillows and blankets. There were three guitars against one wall of varying ages and types, a closet full of clothes that ran the gamut from snarky Tees and jeans, to multiple copies of a red and white spandex outfit with a cape, and... um.... some other clothing... that probably was meant for more... private... evenings. Short version was though, there was no room in there for much else.

Gregory himself when he came in, was fairly normal looking. Red hair in a messy mop over his head, pale skin, a face that seemed permanently amused or shocked, a mix of both, really. He wore a black Tee with a hot pink design and some very stylized letters that were almost impossible to make out - a band tee for "Kelsheen Mark" a well known band in England, with one Donovan Deegan as the lead singer. The only really odd thing about Greg, appearance wise, was the wooden walking stick he used and very clearly needed. He had a very noticeable limp, one leg not seeming able to bend or support him at all.

"Oh!" he said startled. "Thought this was a single, guess we're married now, then. Should see about getting you a bed. Or your own sofa, if you prefer...."

C.

[gregorydeegan]

"With a name like Skaar, I have a feeling we'll be pretty good friends,"

[Gregory said with a grin. A name like that either he was trying to be ironic - which could be amusing, threatening - which could be hilarious, a rocker - which could mean a new band-mate, OOOOOOOR.... he could be like Greg, putting his handicap out there in the forefront, in everyone else's faces, so that they didn't harass him about it. What fun was it to taunt someone who got to the joke first and beat you to the punchline? ]

Action

[tiamaris]

(OOC: this is the same person who plays Gregory who you played against in the test drive last time, if you want to play with him again, just let me know :D)

Tiamaris had never been around an Empath before that he knows of. He has no clue what an empath is even, or how they work. But... Most people don't know how to read Tiamaris' emotions, at least... not until it's too late. Trying to control his terror and his anger... these were things he was here for. He was here to learn how to control the monster. Or at least to gather the courage to kill himself.

Since his mutation, Tiamaris' face has been a blank mask. It takes effort to show emotion and it isn't so much that he doesn't bother as he does not know he SHOULD bother. Just like he doesn't know that his eye color is the only outward clue to his emotional state.

He was, in his own way, running. Not physically, but... he might have just started a small fire in the chem lab. And he was terrified someone would find out it was him, terrified he might loose control again, terrified this would be the time they decided he was too much trouble....

Face blank, he walked, barefoot in the snow, towards the statue, towards anything that wasn't the chem lab. He looked bland and emotionless as a soul dead office drone on a Wednesday afternoon. His eyes, however, were bright orange, as alive and liquid as flame. His face was clear of emotion but to one who could see or sense emotion... the fear, the self disgust, and the simmering anger... it was staggeringly strong.

Option 1

[aquawayfinder]

Aqua was looking for a book herself when she spotted the young man and his assistant. She gave them a warm smile as she approached, holding "1587, a year of no significance" in her arms, along with a copy of the Analects.

"Need some assistance?" she asked gently. She took the blue angel in stride. She liked the color, and it certainly wasn't all that unusual to her. Though she did wonder how the ability worked.

She also wondered if this was a new student, or another new teacher, or even someone who had been here a while that she had simply yet to meet.

[velvetson]

"Oh?" Ah, he's got a slight idea who this might be, but not the details. In any case, the offer of help gets a smile - with his own book selection leaning towards world history, it's a good sign. Of course, he could find them himself, he's sure, but...
"Only if it wouldn't be any trouble. I don't suppose you could direct me towards any of-" And he points out the titles he needs on his list. "These?"

[aquawayfinder]

She looks over the list then smiles and nods. "I was just in this section earlier looking for books to potentially assign this coming term." She smiled warmly again and started pulling the books he needed. She had been spending more and more time familiarizing herself with the English translated contents of this library. It was odd being somewhere that got so cold in the winter.

"Getting ready for the new term?" she asked as she handed over two of the books.

[velvetson]

"Preparing for a research project," he says with a nod. "I believe this list should be enough to begin with, but I suppose I'll have to see soon enough." Certainly looks like he's going pretty in-depth with it all. The books go with the others he's carrying - or having carried, at least, for all the difference that makes.

[echoing_sutras]

I've got a ton of shirts you could borrow. Band shirts tend to mostly be black.