test drive!

[ironwood]

TEST DRIVE MEME - TU SHANSHU EDITION!

Itching to try out writing a character? Then rev up your engines, grab your accounts, and slam your way into this meme! Here is a venue for you to try out whatever character there might be tickling your fancy, from fandom to OC, for as few as one and as many as MANY. Seriously, there's no limit.

How do you partake in this fantastic congregation of character testing? Why, by following these simple steps:

1. Comment with the journal of a character you want to test; put their name and canon in the subject line for added sparkles.
2. Tag around with everyone!
3. Profit like you live on a the back of a turtle!

But wait, there's more! For the low, low price of $9,999.99, you can even use one of our handy prompts when you tag someone. You could even pick one with a Random Number Generator to help decide which prompt to go with!

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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[cravats]

[There's a very distinctive scent on the air- another werewolf, undoubtedly, though there's a tang of something else, too. Randolph's pointy nose can't miss it. He makes his way through the market, following the trail, looking as inconspicuous as he knows how. No need to draw attention to the matter.

He watches the blonde woman out of the corner of his eye as he browses, wondering how best to approach her. She might, after all, be more private than she is. Still, to the observant eye it's clear he has some kind of interest in her.]

[someonesdog]

[The marketplace is full of strange scents and distractions. Meats and cheeses and spices and freshly dyed fabric. Angua's working her way through slowly, browsing the stalls but with at least some of her attention on the crowd, with a policeman's habit of looking out for trouble.

When his scent finally reaches her, she freezes and whips her head around sharply. She catches his eye and stares hard for a second, then looks around the marketplace.

Then she walks purposefully towards a quiet looking side street.]

[cravats]

[When she catches his eye he smiles politely. He waits a few minutes to join her in the side street, away from the hustle and bustle of the market.]

I suppose I ought to beg your pardon for interrupting your shopping.

[Which is purposefully not begging her pardon quite yet. He's glad to have a chance to talk to her.]

[someonesdog]

That would be the polite thing to do.

[She's standing against one of the buildings, entirely failing to look relaxed, every muscle tense just in case this goes badly. Other werewolves are generally Bad News, but that doesn't mean this has to go that way.

It certainly might, though.]

You're not from the same world as me.

[He smells... different, and he's not dressed right. And he's not quite as fight-or-flight as she's feeling. Which is generally a good sign.]

[cravats]

I certainly didn't mean to cause you any inconvenience.

[He adjusts his cravat, his polite smile not fading. He's restraining a few instincts of his own- he has no idea where this young lady falls in the pack order, and he has no right to attempt to assert his dominance. He's good at looking civilized, though.]

No, I don't believe so. You don't smell quite the same. I am Professor Randolph Lyall.

[He offers a shallow bow.]

[someonesdog]

Captain Angua. Ankh-Morpork City Wa... no, wait, that's not important, is it?

[She offers the tightest of smiles, really trying to be friendly, and inclines a similar bow in return, following his lead.]

Angua.

[cravats]

In that case, I suppose I'm not really a professor, either.

[His eyes sparkle with a slight bit of amusement. He's never been a professor, exactly. A scholar, yes, but he can't legitimately claim that title.]

Your variety of werewolf doesn't associate much with others, I take it?

[He can't miss how uncomfortable she is.]

[someonesdog]

Some of us do.

[There is, of course, her family, and their power plays in Bonk. With the 'pack' and the Game, and 'Man is a Wolf to His Fellow Man.' She left them a long time ago.

He's not of them, so she's becoming more relaxed every moment that he doesn't try to kill her.]

Yours does?

[cravats]

Generally speaking. There are exceptions, of course.

[His smile grows a touch wry.]

Of which I currently am one- I believe that, before your arrival, I was the only werewolf on the turtle.

[someonesdog]

I certainly hadn't noticed any before.

[Stupid. Stupid stupid that she would let him catch her by surprise like that. She's been so overwhelmed by the new city that she hadn't really gone looking.

Tonight, there'll be a wolf scouring the city for any others.]

Have you had any trouble?

[You know, like irregular lunar cycles, a lack of convenient places to stash emergency clothes, the locals turning up with torches and pitchforks.]

[cravats]

If there are any, they're very private people.

[He hasn't been that shy about telling people his status. For the most part, it's gone well- nearly everyone here is used to weird shit. In his world, being a werewolf is almost an almost-respectable occupation.]

Nothing involving our mutual nature, no. If you require accommodations for the full moon, Commander Evandau is the man to speak to.

[He researched this, in case he required a backup for his current plans. The city is full of places to stash emergency clothes, and while there was trouble with the locals it was more focused on the foreigners.]

[someonesdog]

I wouldn't blame them, living in the big city. Most are, that I know at home.

[They might have to have a capital-C Conversation about secrecy and privacy, if he starts talking about her rather than to her.]

What sort of accommodations?

[And why would she go to the Commander about something that's none of his business?]

[cravats]

The kedan are quite used to those who change their shape. Most other foreigners have some familiarity with the supernatural as well- they've been quite accepting thus far.

[He would never. Outing himself is one thing. Outing an acquaintance is quite another.]

In my world, we become quite, ah, violent at full moon. It may differ for you, but I require some method of confinement. Commander Evandau can arrange it, if required.

[someonesdog]

I'll bear that in mind.

[The accepting nature of kedan and foreigners, not the accommodations. At that idea, she shakes her head quickly.]

No. I can control myself just fine.

[There's no intended slight in that remark. There's a bit of confusion, and slight irritation at the implication that she's an uncontrollable monster, but none of it is directed at him.]

[cravats]

I'm glad to hear it.

[Lyall doesn't sound at all doubtful that she's telling the truth. He's made his best efforts to control the full moon transformations that can make werewolves dangerous if they aren't careful, but it's never succeeded. That doesn't mean, however, that that is the case for all varieties of werewolves.

He is a little jealous, though.]

[someonesdog]

[Angua is by now much more comfortable in his presence. Relaxed enough, even, to lean against the wall near which she's standing. He isn't trying to rip her throat out, so they can be acquaintances.]

I don't care, by the way, how accepting the others are. I'm one of those private people.