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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]

Liir stiffens, then relaxes. No doubt his natural tendency to be a wallflower isn't helped much by his recently manifesting secondary power. An errant hair and he could find himself involuntarily reliving Gilbert's memories, a blur of intimate details, if his centering exercises don't work.

"Yes, it's usually our collective souls. They're much less messy in the abstract."

But then, Liir finds people in general the same way, mutant or baseline. Easier to apprehend in a book than live. Case in point: He's looking at the grey, slushy sky rather than Gilbert, even though he's definitely not hard to look at.

[whatsatisfiesme]

It's fortunate, then, that Gilbert doesn't think to lean much closer. There's a giggle, making no attempt to hide itself, when Liir's hackles go up from the contact, but nothing more. He pillows his head against the (less than comfortable) curve of his companion's shoulder, and settles in. That's all.

He's not in the mood to try to rattle Liir more than that, really. Feeling the bristle of self-consciousness coming off him, like a second layer of gooseflesh over what the cold's already given him, is enough for the time being. It helps to blanch out the memory of the dull, neutral halls he'd ducked away from.

"I'm not making you nervous like this, am I?" he asks, peeking up through the waves of his hair to where Liir's keeping his gaze averted. It's a teasing question because, of course, he can already feel the answer.

"I could fix that for you, you know."

[friendofdorothy]

It's less comfortable because he's fucking bony.

Several emotions flash, one after the other, at Gilbert's provocation: desire, guilt, affection, sadness at separation. Trism, in other words.

"I doubt you could cure that. I've been trying for some time."

[whatsatisfiesme]

"No, I could."

It's Gilbert's turn to stiffen, then, freezing against Liir's shoulder for a split-second before he sits up and edges away. The wash of empathic sensation coming off the boy he'd intended to tease is more and different than he'd expected. It stretches out towards something absent, too distant to identify.

It is all far too familiar, and it rather ruins his plan to tweak Liir's nerves with his powers. Instead, he stands, brushing off his pantlegs while watching him with a small, stung frown.

"It's what I do, after all." He's not bothering to retrieve the book he's left lying where he was crouched a moment ago. The library can count it as missing, for all he cares. "Some other time, though. I believe I've had enough Bible study for today."

[friendofdorothy]

Something happened and Gilbert's bratty bravado cracks for just a few seconds. Liir wonders if it's something he said. Or if he smells bad after working out. He stands, forgets the book too.

"I might take you up on that someday. When there's absolutely nothing I need to worry about." Which is never.