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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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Sol Badguy | Guilty Gear

[mr_badguy]

Option 1: Action

[Smoking in the boy's room? Not quite. Sol is, however, chain smoking outside. He's setting a wonderful example for all the students, as is to be expected. He really can't care too much, though. He has a way of getting people off his case for smoking on campus around impressionable youngsters -- mostly by gentle threats and being physically intimidating. He's also at that point in his life where he is too old to give a shit about much of anything anymore.

Feel free to bother him, but don't expect a too friendly response.]

Option 2: Network

[Sol sounds so done with life.]

Look, to the idiots in my second period class, if I catch one of you morons trying to sneak out any of the chemicals we're using in lab again, I'll be the one to deal with you. You don't want that.

To my honors class, thank you for not being completely useless when dealing with broken glass and spilled chemicals. I know getting used to your powers is one thing, but stop breaking all the beakers. There's not enough money in the budget for more.

If you need a reminder for the homework, ask your classmates. I'm done dealing with you guys until Monday.

Mona Lisa | TMNT (80s Cartoon)

[notacostume]

[Action]
[Right now, Mona Lisa is busy wrapping up some homework. Nothing too big, just an assignment she wanted to get out of the way as quickly as she could manage. She's still... trying to get used to the "a school for mutants" setting and the fact that she doesn't have to hide, at least while she's on the campus grounds. It's a weird feeling, but not a bad one.

In any case, she's about to wrap up her assignment and get up from the couch when someone else sat down next to her. Problem was...]

Hey, pal? You're sitting on my tail.

[Yeah, that.]


[Network]

Look, I've never been all that crazy on talking to people over the internet. Don't get me wrong, I get that it's convenient and kind of hard to avoid, but...

I guess I just like face-to-face conversations more, alright? I mean, I used to... People outside of this school don't really want much to do with me, but that's their loss. They sure as heck don't know what they're missing.

[She can talk all she wants, it still hurts.]

Anyways, the name is Mona Lisa and I'm new. You see a green lizard-girl walking around the place? That's me.

Souji Seta | Persona 4

[goldentouch]

[A: Action, Dorms]

[For having relocated semi-permanently to a new hemisphere, Souji had packed relatively light. A duffel bag, carrying all his clothes, sits in front of his wardrobe, and the backpack he lightly tosses onto his new bed contains everything else he knows. He looks the room over a couple times, taking it in, and then proceeds to get his unpacking out of the way before jet lag kicks in.

Meanwhile, whatever you were doing before, you're now returning to find an unfamiliar, prematurely grey 16-year-old in your room, apparently making himself at home. Do what you will with that.]

[B: Action, Basketball court]

[Currently, Souji is chillin' out maxin' relaxin' all cool, shootin' some b-ball outside of the school. Fortunately, no sign as yet of anyone causing trouble in his neighborhood. In fact, he's doing pretty well for himself, by the look of it; he's practicing free throws, and so far, it doesn't look like he's missed any yet.]

Forty-two... Forty-three... Forty-four...

[...Well, until forty-five, at least. The ball just catches enough rim to bounce back and rebound off the backboard. He gives off an exasperated sigh before retrieving the ball and returning to the line.]

One...

[Hey, gotta build that Diligence rating.]

(OOC Note: For convenience, dialogue spoken in Japanese will be italicized.)

Skaar | Marvel Comics (AU)

[sonofhulk]

A. Action, School Grounds

[Waking up from a Phoenix-induced nap was disorienting enough on its own. Waking up to find that years had passed and all the people he'd known, the friends he'd made, were either gone or still asleep was shattering...not that it'd show.

Encouraged to get back out among these new students, Skaar can be found wandering the halls and the grounds, though he's very withdrawn and doesn't initiate conversation. Perhaps someone more talkative can draw him out of his shell.]

B. Action, Danger Room

[The grounds of the school seems to be suffering from minor tremors today, some stronger than others as glasses rattle in the cabinets in the kitchen and items fall off bookshelves. Those in the Danger Room will know better.

Stress relief in a safe environment is often encouraged for the mental and emotional benefits and that's why Skaar is here Hulked out and ripping through the Danger Room exercises with his bare hands. As the simulation comes to a close, he stands there panting heavily while waiting to see if that was enough...or he needs more.]

C. Network

My name is Skaar. I'm not really new. I was here before everything...happened and I was put to sleep.

It doesn't look like there's anyone here that I knew from before so I guess I have to start over.

[He doesn't sound too broken up about it, but it's pretty depressing losing the first friends he ever made.]

b

[soundandfurry]

-At some point, he'd likely get the feeling he was being watched. And perhaps not even just simply watched. More like studied. Stared out. The full 'jiiiiii' ordeal. But not the sort of impression one would get from a person doing so, but rather from an animal... and if he looked closely enough, he'd definitely notice there was something funny inside one of the hedges.-

network

[echoing_sutras]

You may need to specify which lizard girl. I could have sworn I've seen more than one.

b

[musou_tensei]

-From the intercom, Reimu's voice chimes in.-

Hey, I'm getting the signal from Beast that the shock absorbers are starting to strain too much. I know you're still hot, but I think it's time to take a break.

network

[kickstart_my_heart]

... I guess saying "Have a nice weekend, Mr. Sol" isn't a welcome comment at the moment?

[mr_badguy]

No, it's not. And it's Mr. Badguy.

[kickstart_my_heart]

It feels less awkward to call you the other name.

[mr_badguy]

That's your problem, not mine.

[goldentouch]

[At some point, indeed he does. He caught sight of the hedges when he went to get the ball, and his eyes keep getting drawn back in that direction. It's seriously messing with his focus. He tosses the ball off to the side, stepping forward just slightly to take a closer look.]

...Hello? Anyone there?

[sonofhulk]

I'm not done.

[Already, he's managed to catch his breath and is ready for more despite having been going at it for hours consecutively.]

[kickstart_my_heart]

W-well, I mean... you HAVE to be aware of how ridiculous it sounds, right?

[mr_badguy]

And you know you need to have some kinda respect for what I'm saying, right? Or do you not like having a good grade or something?

[soundandfurry]

-The figure within the bushes flinched, causing them to rustle a bit, but after that was silence. As if they hoped Souji hadn't actually noticed.-

[musou_tensei]

... I don't think I was clear. You're done. McCoy is pulling the plug. You're putting too much strain on the shock absorbers.

[sonofhulk]

Fine.

[He gives a growl of frustration before punching the nearest wall, leaving a dent as he moves towards the danger room exit.]

You got any other options?

[goldentouch]

[If he hadn't before, he certainly noticed that.

He approaches the bush, taking slow, deliberate steps. If there's a rabid raccoon or something in there, after all, alarming it would be a Bad Idea. He kneels down and reaches forward, brushing branches aside, but staying alert and on the balls of his feet, in case he needs to move in a hurry.]

You can come out, I'm not gonna hurt you. Promise.

[There's slight hesitation before the last word comes out. Something seems amiss when his tongue brushes against the back of his teeth...]

[notacostume]

Green skin, brown hair... Pink neck scarf every now and again?

Gilbert Cocteau | Kaze to Ki no Uta | Grade 9

[whatsatisfiesme]

[Network - Video]

[The corner of the library that Gilbert's set his laptop's webcam up to capture is very pretty. Cozy, almost. There's a cushioned seat tucked away into a corner, flanked by tall bookshelves and a table with a reading lamp atop it. The lengthy windows behind it all give a good view of the sun setting over campus, bathing the entire scene with a warm light.

Gilbert is curled up in the seat, his legs tucked underneath him, shoes off on the floor beside him. His book-bag is at the foot of the chair, and a few textbooks sit ready at hand on the adjacent desk. Truly, he's found the most comfortable spot in the school to get some studying in for the evening. Inclining his head towards the camera, he smiles gamely.]

Math homework is so much duller than I would've thought. How much do you think I would have to pay to have someone do it for me?

Twenty sounds fine, don't you think?

[No, he doesn't know enough about computers to filter this from any staff who might be watching. Then again, he doesn't especially care if they see it. It's not as if he actually has the money for a bribe in any case.]

[Action - Outdoors]

There is not, at least so far as Gilbert has been able to find in his (admittedly rather limited) exploration of the Institute grounds, a chapel on campus. This comes as something of a surprise. Not that church-going had been anything near universal, back in Paris...but in the small village near Marseilles that he'd been raised in, attendance at least at Sunday mass had been a point of broad devotion. There'd been ill-rumors when Auguste had refused to force him to attend, then far worse ones when it had gotten out that he'd forbade the manor's attendants to take him along at the start of each week, as well.

But on a Sunday morning here, there's only a lazy beginning to the day, students sleeping in and the slow, unmotivated lull of a weekend crawling towards its end. It is disorienting, most of all for an empath: the emotional colors along every hall he ducks down in the school or the dorms are restful and dim and undisturbed. It makes Gilbert want to shriek. People here don't have to care about anything, do they? Besides made-up, heartless tripe about grades and teams and what a gang of humans in Washington is going to say is the law --

Even if Auguste says it's all myth, he'd almost rather they were all fretting over devils and hellfire this morning. They would have a little color to them, then. A little emotion.

In the end, he can't stand how drab the dining hall reads to his empathic senses at breakfast and has to flee out-of-doors. The front courtyard is a good spot at this hour, still lightly coated with snow. Gilbert crouches in front of the statue of Jean Gray with a bible stolen from the library and no coat, shivering as he reads. He hardly knows any of the stories, and the words don't have any of the gravity in translation that they'd always seemed to in Latin or his native French...but that's all unfamiliar in a way he's used to by now, at least. It's bearable in comparison to the rest.

And that's why there's a blond boy sitting out in the cold, probably catching his death and letting his breath puff out in little clouds as he murmurs through lines of Genesis, when the clock strikes ten for the morning. He'll sit out there just like that until he's on the verge of passing out, if anyone lets him.

[Action]

[sonofhulk]

[To be honest, he'd hardly noticed her at all when he walked into the room, having been focused on reading a book for one of his classes. It wasn't that the subject was fun, in fact it was a pain, but he had to focus to make sure the information sank in.

When he sat down and heard someone say he was sitting on their tail, his first response was to immediately get up and apologize.]

I'm sorry. I didn't see it....[Finally actually looking at her, he's admittedly a little surprised. Not freaking out, but he wasn't expecting that. He kind of sticks out too with his grey skin and black eyes.]

network

[notacostume]

How often does that happen?

[mr_badguy]

More than you'd think. The fact it's more than zero is depressing.

[Action]

[notacostume]

It's fine, no harm done, yeah? [A little bit sore, but otherwise it was just fine. Living with a tail had been something she had needed to get used to. Not to mention all the changes she needed to make in her wardrobe.

Though, Mona Lisa does catch him looking at her. It's the sort of look that she's all too familiar with.]

You got something else to say?