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!
4. Maybe even reserve so you CAN live on 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. Have Met Before? Because I Could've Sworn I've Seen You In My Dreams.
   Have you wandered into the realm of Dreaming via an archway in Keeliai? Here, everything is shaped to your character's individual mind. Dreams can be shared between characters and will result in a meshing of minds. These dreams can be positive or negative, depending on your character.
4. Dramatic Chase Sequence!
   You're running away from something! It could be anything, from a rampaging kirin to a gaggle of overly enthusiastic children, or even one of the newest editions to Keeliai's menagerie, an incredibly affectionate turtle the size of a minivan! One way or another, you can't stop, and much like a katamari ball, you feel obligated to grab everyone in your path along the way to keep them out of danger! Or perhaps you're more the sort to try and knock them into it as a distraction...?
5. Walking in a Winter Wonderland
   Tu Vishan's entered colder waters and snow now abounds all over the turtle. Are you out enjoying the cold? Maybe trying on some extra warm layers of clothing? Building a snow turtle for the kids to play with? Then this option's for you!
6. 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!

Comments

[jackdaws]

[Edward offers a sarcastically friendly grin as Connor holsters his pistols, lowering his own hands back to his sides. Well, he didn't get shot, which is a good start, so he takes a few steps across the rooftop.]

Oh, I don't know, I wanted to see if you were what I thought you were. [He pauses, putting his hands on his hips and takes in the other man's uniform more closely.] Seems I was right.

[charleslee]

[He bites down really hard on telling Edward he has yet to see the same, (there's just something about him that makes Connor feel 100% done already,) and responds instead with a lip curled in a slight sneer. He's trying not to get his hackles up seeing as this guy's an Assassin so there's every chance they'll have to spend a lot of time together and he'd rather not start that off arguing. Maybe Edward's not even that annoying and he's just in a bad mood because of the current situation. Maybe.]

Are we the only Assassins here?

[Please say no.]

[jackdaws]

[Come on, Connor, he was just having a harmless bit of fun. You'd want some as well if you've been stuck on a dirty great turtle for as many weeks as he has; it's getting him restless.]

No, there's one other. Fellow who goes by the name of James Kidd. Are you familiar with him?

[Edward thought the other man's uniform looked more like a military-style overcoat than anything he'd seen amongst the Caribbean Assassins in Tulum, so probably not... but he couldn't be sure. Much of all this was still new to him.]

[charleslee]

[Fun is only allowed on Wednesdays and Saturdays in the manner outlined on page 50, paragraph 6 of the Assassin handbook.]

I am not.

[He cants his head, scrutinizing Edward a little more thoughtfully. He's never met this dude, nor has he heard of this Kidd and it seems unlikely to him that there would be Assassins operating in America that he wouldn't know about by now. Which leads him to a fairly sensible conclusion.]

You're not of the colonies.

[jackdaws]

[Edward proposes they throw out this handbook and rewrite it. No disrespect intended, Altair, but it sucks.]

That all depends what you define as a "colony", I suppose. [Nassau wasn't exactly a shining beacon of the British Empire, by any stretch of the imagination, and Edward certainly had never intended to settle there either way.] But no, I'm no colonial. Born and bred in Wales.

[And if they're going to go into the personal details, they might as well go over the basics. Edward holds out a hand for him to shake.] Name's Edward. Sorry for startling you, mate.

[...He's sincere about it, at least?]

[charleslee]

[The name gives him pause - a Welsh Assassin by the name of Edward? If he starts talking about piracy, Connor might pop a monocle. Edward is a common enough name though, and Wales probably has enough people to reuse a name or two; seems far more likely to be a coincidence than a chance meeting with his long dead grandfather.]

Connor. [He takes the offered hand and gives a firm (if brief) handshake, appreciating the sincerity.] It is forgotten.

[jackdaws]

[Well, this man is certainly the least Irish-looking fellow to bear the name "Connor" if ever there was one, but Edward holds his peace. Every Assassin in the colonies seem to have their own story one way or another, and he's learned not to ask daft questions because of it.]

I find myself obliged to those with faulty memories. [And forgiving natures. Edward gives a self-deprecating smile. He's still not really the poster boy for wise decisions, even if he's been trying to change all that.] I can take you to see Master Kidd later, no doubt he'll be interested to meet another Assassin. Have you been here long?