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TEST DRIVE MEME - TU SHANSHU EDITION!

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1. A Chance Meeting at the Turtle's Head.
   Remember, being here causes a great sense of-- well, shall we say inner peace.
2. Haggling Over Something in the Marketplace!
   Maybe someone else saw the exact same shiny thing you did at the exact same moment! However shall this be resolved? Remember: blood is extremely hard to scrub off of turtleshell!
3. Hey, I Just Met You, and This is Crazy...
   First impressions are always the most important, right?
4. WILDCARD!
   Go nuts. Suddenly your character is fighting dragons! Good God, they've found the Millennium Falcon drifting in the ocean! Do you really feel the need to polish every paving stone in the Earth Sector? Please note, Wildcard options are also what you can choose to do if you aren't yet comfortable in the Tu Shanshu setting and would prefer a more 'dear-mun' esque experience. Please specify in your post!

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Oliver Queen || DC

[itsnoteasybeingreen]

[OOC: Wow. This has been awhile. Be gentle. Haven't reviewed squat.]

sefihohsj I generated a 1.

[raptorcanaria]

[Now Dinah has a working motorcycle in her possession, it's become a common occurrence for her to drive up here regularly, just to use the calming environment as a reset button for her soul. She'll come, and she'll stand and she'll look out on the ocean for a few hours just to be alone with her thoughts.

As she rides up this time, she sees a person on the Head itself, but that doesn't stop her. She just leaves her bike at the end of one of the walkways and walks up to join... whoever it is.]

Oh sure you did. THIS IS CALM FOR HIM, OK?

[itsnoteasybeingreen]

[Ollie has just come from a six-hour-plus cart ride. Plus because his completely reasonable behavior lead to the kedan bypassing Keeliai and ditching him here, where he'd calm down.

Calming down doesn't mean cheering up. He's been trying to take this in and take it in stride, but Ollie turns quickly when he hears footsteps approaching.]

I already told you, get the h- oh. Hey, pretty bird. They send you to tell me the rest?

[raptorcanaria]

Oliver!

[She doesn't answer the question.

When his back had started to look recognizable she'd picked up the pace, hurrying towards him while trying to hold herself back, just in case it wasn't him. When he turns, she shouts his name and breaks into a run, charging him. By the time he's said her name, she's thrown her arms around his neck.

Instead of answering his question, she plants her mouth firmly on his.]

[itsnoteasybeingreen]

[As far as answers go, Ollie would take this kind any day of the week. There are so many little answers tied up in the embrace: she's not pissed at him, imminent threats are negligible enough to close their eyes, etc. He kisses Dinah back eagerly, tangling a hand into all that long blonde hair while wrapping his other arm around her so firmly that he lifts her off the ground.

In the process, his bow hits the ground with a clatter. He breaks off the kiss only to glance down and make sure it's in one piece (a man has his priorities) before kissing her again, more deeply...

Some time later...

Ollie pulls away again and guides her head to his shoulder. He's feeling much more at ease.]

Tell me about the fascist fish heads.

[Okay, not that much. He sounds relaxed, which is a start.]

no judgement here. i just couldn't resist

[trustbutverify]

[Moira hadn't felt this frazzled in almost half a day. It was almost starting to feel like a new record for her.]

[Jokes aside, however, the Queen matriarch was currently standing in what appeared to be a foreign marketplace, where one of the stand owners appeared to be haggling with her. Only haggling was the furthest thing from her mind.]

Are you deaf?

For the last time, I don't want to invest in your fruit stand. I'm trying to find my children. Oliver and Thea. Were they brought here as well? ...wherever 'here' is.

WHY WOULD YOU DO THIS TO ME

[itsnoteasybeingreen]

[Jesus Christ.

Oliver Queen was dumbstruck when he hears the rising female voice and turns to see her. His mother. She was standing there looking young, healthy, and alive, demanding for Oliver and... Thea? Who's Thea?

He tilted his head, looking more closely at the woman. No, the resemblance was too strong for a coincidence.

Another alternate universe. Great. This was going to go over like a ton of bricks. It would be better to avoid the mess of emotions entirely. Ollie attempted to mosey on past the fruit stand and the woman like he ain't seen nothing, he ain't heard nothing.]

BECAUSE IT NEEDED TO BE DONE

[trustbutverify]

[It was a good plan. It might have even worked; at a glance, Moira would not have given the man a second glance.]

[However, she just so happened to chose the very moment he strolled on passed to abruptly spin around, crashing right into him in a fairly undignified manner.]

Watch where you're--

[Here, she managed to catch herself. Balance regained. Closing her eyes, and taking a series of deep breaths, she opened them again with something resembling a weak, slightly forced smile.]

Please forgive me. I'm a bit out of sorts today.

[She looked up at him. Into those eyes. And something seemed to flash behind hers, because the smile faded into a look of curiosity.]

I'm sorry, but...have we met before? You seem familiar.

CRUEL

[itsnoteasybeingreen]

[He was taller than his mother. No, she wasn't his mother. If he held onto that, he'd be fine.

But he remembered her being a giant. Ollie shook his head against the rush of memories, but it looked like he was answering her question. He knew it, too. No was the safer answer anyway.]

I don't think we have.

[There's the slightest emphasis on we, implying something very specific about it, as if we is now a malleable pronoun. He's too busy wondering if it was this hard for Connor, to meet him as a teenager, and latching onto that line of thinking to keep the lions at bay.]

Some time after meeting Oliver?

[raptorcanaria]

No, it's okay, I really don't need anything, I'm just waiting for someone.

[Guess who arranged to meet his wife outside this cafe at this time, and has obviously been distracted by a shiny looking bow or a new idea for a trick arrow or the chance to give a speech about fascism?

Dinah is carrying a paper bag of motorcycle parts, and is as politely as possible deflecting as many attempts by street vendors to sell her something as she can.]

No, please, I'll eat when he gets here. Thank you, I hope you have better luck today.

[She could do with rescuing.]

Sounds good!

[trustbutverify]

...are they still at it?

[Moira sat on a nearly bench, nursing the headache that was her current life. The adrenaline was still pumping after her heated conversation with Oliver. Or an Oliver. One who certainly had her son's stubbornness, that was for sure. Then again, he probably inherited it from her.]

[It wasn't hard to notice the signs of a woman in roughly the same position as she had found herself an hour prior. Rising to her feet, she made sure to send those stand owners a stern Queen Look before offering a smile.]

So, are you actually waiting for someone, or was that a cover?

[Because she recognizes that trick.]

[raptorcanaria]

Usually I don't mind, but there's something in the water today, I don't know.

[She pushes her hair behind her shoulders and grins a grateful grin for rescuing her from the locals.]

Really am waiting. For my husband, but it'd be asking too much of him to arrive on time.

3

[rebelhood]

[First impressions can mean a lot, but Robyn is too busy using the merchant kedan's distraction with another customer to sample some of his produce. Like hell is she going to actually pay the crazy prices he's selling the food for when she can just steal it instead. She doesn't even need all of it, but she can probably think of someone else who could use the extra.

And she'll be walking casually away from the booth if no one bothers to catch her doing it--or if she happens to run into a random person who steps in her path. Fuck she knew she should have brought the motorcycle.]

[itsnoteasybeingreen]

[Unfortunately, the other customer is Ollie, and he's hurriedly finishing off the sample that tastes suspiciously like something Connor would cook up. He saw that, young lady. Ollie gives the merchant a large payment, explaining that it's for the produce that his 'daughter' picked out.

Then, he's after her. The girl looks too human to be a native, and, while he's fine with the kedan disliking them - he hates them right back - he's not about to let some kid go around inviting their overly-heavy hand. When he catches up to her, Ollie grabs Robyn by the shoulder.]

Hey! In case you didn't know, the reason we get charged for food is so merchants and farmers can put some on their own damn plates.

[rebelhood]

[As soon as that hand touches her, Robyn reaches out to grab it and twist it away from her while spinning around to face him. She'd break it if she thought it wouldn't cause a scene. Her eyes immediately searching around for who might be watching and any exit. Half of her sight might be better than the other half, but she's adjusted to it.]

One, next time you touch me, I'll do more than just remove your hand. Two, when we're the ones working in those damn fields with them and what we make in an hour isn't enough to buy a meal, they should maybe rethink their prices. [She shoves his hand away.]

[itsnoteasybeingreen]

[Why can't he ever meet some nice, Patty Duke and Tommy Kirk sort of kids? They always have chips on their shoulders. Always. She can move, and she's right about the wages of field workers being crap. He'll concede that much.

But she's gunning for trouble if she keeps it up. Ollie counts the points off with his fingers as he looms over her.]

One, if I was trying to hurt you, you'd be on the ground right now. Two, every piece of fruit you stole just raised the price another cent, because a street vendor can't afford to eat the cost of every apple that takes a walk because some punk kid wants a snack. Congratulations, you just priced fresh produce out of some poor family's diets. Feel good? All warm and fuzzy inside?

[ex_notthatblonde608]

[Felicity is walking through the streets of Metal, her arms full of tech. Hey, this place is pretty backwater compared to her set-up back home, but she'll work with it.

She's too busy trying to figure out exactly what this weird metal... microchip, maybe?... does. When she bumps into some guy in a green hood.

She stands perfectly still for a moment. Wow you are way too old to be Oliver.]

Oh, um, sorry about that. I'm usually not this clumsy-- well, sometimes but--

[itsnoteasybeingreen]

Don't worry about it.

[Ollie bends down to pick up a scrap piece of circuit board and smiles up at her. Nice legs.]

Your hands were full, crowded street -

[He gets to his feet and holds a hand out.]

Want some help with that? I'm not in a rush.

[ex_notthatblonde608]

Sure, thanks.

[She wrangles with her stack of tech and tries to give him some off the top. You know, not to be rude and assume he'd carry all of it.]

I think I went a little overboard with the shopping.

2 sort of

[imaginate]

[Unlike other times, he's actually going to hang back and watch Ollie get conned out of a few juulan. It's a dumb, childish thing to take pleasure in but he can use a little schadenfreude at the expense of-- well. Oliver Queen. Not the man who'd been here before, Kyle was pretty sure this was their Ollie. The goatee was a dead giveaway.]

[So he strolls up beside Ollie as the other man's leaving the shop, in full Obnoxious Punk™ mode.]

Not the GA I was hoping to see.

[There's no bite to the words, he's done being bitter. Or it just hasn't hit him yet that he should be.]

[itsnoteasybeingreen]

[... you are so lucky that you're Connor's friend, Kyle. Because that is the only reason Ollie has to not take offense at that. He knows exactly how that song goes. After all...]

You're not the GL I was hoping to see. What's your point?

[See how two can play this game.]

[imaginate]

[And you're Connor's dad, which is really the only reason Kyle bothers being any kind of polit-- wait.]

Point is, we're stuck on a giant turtle with no way off, and you just spent a bit too much money on a fruit.

[A beat, and then his expression softens.]

Nice to see you're not dead.

omigod :3c and 2?

[stagethreeclinger]

[ Roy generally like to roam around the busier areas of Keeliai, more because he likes the people and the noise and he'll often see familiar faces. Feels less alone, less isolated from what he knows. Home. Interesting new people are also easy to find around here, like one Green Arrow - that green outfit sticking out like crazy, but he's not... going to jump to conclusions. Instead, just strike up conversation. Sort of. ]

Holy muskateers. Nice beard, Dartanian. [ And there's also the outfit, fairly reminiscent, but a lot of people have a hard on for Robin Hood, right? Not that........ weird. ] Or more Sherwood forest, I guess. Either way, impressive.

I have no idea what :3c is supposed to look like.

[itsnoteasybeingreen]

[Ollie is in the middle of arguing with a merchant selling poultry. More specifically, they're shouting over the cost of feathers.]

That is highway robbery! You had them in the trash with the intestines, and now you want - shuddup, Roy, the goatee is classic.

[The response is automatic, and there's no rhythm lost as Ollie turns right back to the vendor, at first.]

Look at these! Half of them are covered in blood! They're crap for fletch...ing...

[Slow turn back to the smart-mouthed redhead.]

Well, shit.

fjdklsfa it's an amused face doing chinhands fff sorry ;;

[stagethreeclinger]

[ ......................UM.

Well shit is about right, and so maybe jumping to conclusions wasn't a bad idea, but Roy's frozen shock still for the moment, eyes wide and something a little... raw there. He hasn't see Ollie since he'd kicked him out onto the street. Hadn't spoken to him. Just sent passass prank calls and emails to the Justice League in vague bitterness but mostly for the funsies.

And while he looks different a little, even as Roys getting a closer look past facial hair, it sinks in. There's been a lot of things he's been wanting to say, considered apologizing, considered punching him in the face, considered being a smug shit. Some part of him desperately wants to have his approval back, to get that father figure he had back, but his time with the Outlaws have faded that.

He doesn;t really immediately get to what should come out of his mouth. So. :| ]


...Hey.