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THE TEST DRIVE MEME

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!

We also ask that you please pardon our dust. We're working very hard to get this game up and running and hope to be open by September 1st!

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/steals YOU. also outright shipping icons is a go.

[comparative_insanity]

Yes right now, he really doesn't mind not letting Feliks go for just a while, and definitely not having him cling to him like a spider-monkey while they hold each other. It might look strange to anyone passing, but right at this moment, Fai can't even find half a starved and miserable fuck to give about that. Anyone who knows them will understand. Anyone who doesn't... well, they will soon enough.

"Well, they probably aren't, but lab work wearing those kind of shoes is more or less asking for shortened tendons and a world of pain. Not to mention, there is nothing sadder in the entire world than getting silver nitrate stains on a pair of really cute shoes." He leans their noses together with a small grin. "And I know you can, babe."

YES GOOD. On both counts tbh

[niepokonany]

It's just practical, is all! They're not sitting down, so he can't be in his lap. And Fai got so tall, it's easiest to just sort of settle his legs above his hips! He'd slide down if he latched on any lower, after all. Laughing, he leans up to kiss Fai on both cheeks.

"But that totally doesn't mean you're not gonna let me dress you up for now, right? I mean, it's been like six million years since I got to!"

Of course Fai's going to let him -- that's never really in doubt for him, honestly. In the blink of an eye, Fai's outfit is transformed -- a ruffly top that would look at home on a trashy old time-y romance novel's male lead, skin-tight pants, and heels that would make a stripper blush (because screw you he loves them, look at that peep toe!) No more of this sensible turtleneck nonsense around him, you hear? He simply won't have it!

"See? Way better."

[comparative_insanity]

It absolutely is, even if having an armful of Feliks clinging to him like this is a subtle kind of torture as well as the way life is supposed to be. Especially with his lips brushing his cheeks and those greener-than-anything eyes shining at him.

He laughs as the ripple of powers alters his clothing, making a soft noise of approval as he glances over his shoulder down at himself. The pants before had been tight enough, albeit partly hidden by the lab coat, but these are a bit like wearing an ass bra. They lift and shape, so to speak - or more to the point, accentuate a rather skinny butt to the best of its potential.

"Oh, I see how it is. Then I suppose I should do this..." He concentrates, changing his own hair to black, deepening the color of his eyes and adding a suitably manly stubble on top of all this. "There. Now I really do look like I'm from the cover of something called Passion's Plaything. What do you say?" He wriggles his suddenly much thicker and darker eyebrows at Feliks, attempting to smolder at him while still keeping a straight face - or as straight as it ever gets.

[niepokonany]

It's the combination of the heels and the tight pants. Feliks is nowhere near as disadvantaged as Fai is in the ass-having department, but he's long since learned the gentle art of turning a modest hint of curve into something incredible. And why would he not share that expertise with his best of friends, right?

He snickers helplessly at the suggestion for the novel's name-- fortunately timed, since it provides cover for his moment of stunned silence at Fai doing that thing with his eyes. Not the glamour-- that's actually completely disinteresting to him. Just... the way he looks at him all intense and stuff, with his own eyes, even if they're in another face.

"I liked it better the way it was before," he manages, still giggling, poking gently at Fai's face and tugging at his hair with the arm not slung around his shoulders for support.

[comparative_insanity]

Fai is very appreciative of Feliks' amazing expertise in such areas. It's not as if he doesn't know how to complement his body with clothing, but Feliks has advantages when it comes to fashion that most people who aren't reality-warping fairy godmutants tends to lack.

Feliks will notice, too, that when poking Fai's cheek he'll actually feel the texture of that stubble - he doesn't do this terribly often with his friend, but Fai really has gotten better. And then he drops the glamour with a grin, allowing himself to be paler and skinnier and altogether a lot more effeminate - although he has filled out a little bit at least - and exactly the way he prefers himself too.

"Well, this is because you're biased. And also because you have impeccable taste. Oh, and because you've probably guessed that I got you some interesting alcohol and a dress that is to die for."

[niepokonany]

Ah, that's much better. He grins, nudging Fai's cheek with his nose.

"I'm not biased, I'm just right! This is way better."

Vodka always has been and always will be his liver poison of choice, and he's quick to make fun of Fai's more... cautious taste in drinks, but he lights right up at the mention of the dress.

"I got you the cutest top in Paris. Doesn't it seem, like, way too easy to get booze now, though? It's like all the challenge is gone!"

Not that he'll complain. He seldom does, about the excuse to get warm and tipsy with his best friend.

[comparative_insanity]

At least Fai is well aware how Feliks likes his booze by now, and only gets exotic liquor if it is in fact hard booze, nothing weak enough to not be usable to remove paint, or sweet enough that it defeats the whole point, according to Feliks.

Well, apart from the time when he got him caramel vodka, just to see his horrified face.

"Well, if it's you saying it, I bet it is the very cutest top in all of Paris, and that everyone who knew it existed but didn't get it probably went home and, like, cried." Hello valgirl accent, his old friend, he's come to talk with you again. "And I know, right? Sometimes I make myself look younger just so that it'll be a bit more fun."

[niepokonany]

Feliks likes to think the accent is pretty much his fault. It's just a good thing Fai hasn't started messing up his Vs and Ws when he drinks, which is rarer for him now than it used to be, but still an occasional thing.

"So, like, what are we doing out here, then? You have to go show me the dress! We could totally do some damage to those drinks before we have school stuff to worry about, too."

[comparative_insanity]

The accent is definitely Feliks' fault, and sometimes Yuui will give him an amused look and prod him with a fork when he suddenly starts going heavy on it while they're with their family, or eating at some posh restaurant. And his mom gets a thoughtful look in her eyes if Fai is there, and it always unsettles him a little bit.

"You are right, of course. You have to show me exactly how good you look in that dress, and... yes, definitely. Let us get slightly disgraceful now before we have students judging us for being mildly hungover." He presses a small kiss to Feliks' nose. "So, do I carry you there, or will you in fact get down and walk?"

[niepokonany]

Well, he was going to get down and walk, but now that Fai mentions it...

"You have to carry me. It's like, part of your X-man training! Making sure you're like, in good condition and stuff, since we don't have to do gym classes anymore."

Really, he was doing the world a favor!

omg I'm so mad, dw ate my last reply and I didn't even notice

[comparative_insanity]

"God in Heaven, you are the absolutely laziest person I've ever known." Fai said, even as he started walking. "I hope you know that while we're doing work as X-men, I'm not carrying you. Oh and thank you, you already know that I'm constantly practicing gymnastics and acrobatics, but of course I must have neglected the important muscle groups only trained by carrying around manic pixie dream bums."

All of this, which really should've sounded like whining, came out in a light stream of amused prattling as Fai headed in the direction of his room. "Also, your skirt is slipping upwards, and while I personally appreciate and admire your ass, you might want to imagine it a bit longer for a while."

Why though, DW? /pouts

[niepokonany]

"Wow, how could you even think that about me when I'm totally looking out for you?"

He's so hurt, Fai. So hurt. Can't you hear it in his voice? No? Weird. Can you feel it in the way he nuzzles against your neck, wrapped around you like an extraordinarily affectionate sort of pretzel? The truth of the matter is that he's not motivated by laziness this time (as willingly as he'll admit to himself that he often is). It's just that Fai is so... Fai, and he missed him so much, and it's just better to be clinging to him than not clinging to him, and do you know how hard it is to walk backwards while pasted to someone's chest?

"Like, what would you do if you totally didn't do any carrying me around practice, and someone like turned me into a mermaid or something and I couldn't walk? You'd have to leave me in their villainous clutches, 'cause you couldn't carry me home! I'm planning ahead, God."