Test Drive Meme | February 2014

[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. Shapeshifting Shenanigans
   The native kedan are shapeshifters and it seems like something's gotten into the water supply, because you suddenly find yourself able to duplicate that particular skill! Whether you're any good at it or not remains to be seen...
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

[animosus]

[There were quite a few perks to being part of the Green Lantern Corps, but the one most relevant to now was the ability to be notified when people he knew showed up. Hal doesn't think twice when he flies off to greet his friend so hopefully he won't be too surprised when a glowing green man suddenly drops down in front of him.]

Looks like team green is back in action.

Let it be fish!

[painetched]

[ Dick, on the other hand, reacted without consciously thinking. Or registering pain, exactly. He reached to steady the stranger. His own reflexes, he knew perfectly; somebody who'd make this clumsy a motion, on the other hand, could be in danger of losing his balance. ]

You all right?

[ On the other hand, what was missing in the one-eyed man's expression? Would be any shock or disgust at the stranger's appearance. It wasn't a sight he had seen... but wasn't a sight that was that far off the norm, for him, to react at it. And the disdain - or blame - was met by a steely look of... well. Unimpressedness. Not lack of concern, but lack of concern with the stranger's opinion. ]

I am horrible.

[painetched]

[ There's a one-eyed man with silver in his hair, body still very much fit and muscular, perching behind this... Batman. It's a costume design that he hasn't seen in decades, and the man inside... ]

[ It's neither Bruce nor Terry, as far as Dick can tell. Definitely not himself, either. ]

That's some big shoes you're fillin' in, kid.

[stealstires]

[Jason actually doesn't mind the place as much. Living on top of a turtle is pretty cool, and any place where he gets a free house can sing him up. He's not going to just go with it and he's fully aware that he was kidnapped, but he's been kidnapped so many times he can at least appreciate when they are nice about it. Maybe that's how they get you, Stockholm syndrome and all.

But as many horrible things Jason is imagining his captors might have come up with while they make him feel safe, as soon as he spots a certain black costume he knows everything will be alright.

Out of the blue, a little Robin landing right by his side.]

Not that I'm not glad to see you, but what's with the costume-in-broad-daylight thing you've got going on? Everyone is going to see you.

OH MAI~

[problematical]

[ River seems oblivious to Lara's confusion and consternation, getting her nose right down almost touching the liquid in the mug. ]

Supposed to be cider.

[ Though the way she said it suggested she believed otherwise. And also, that the drink was blue, that was something of a tip off. ]

All of that.

[ofher]

[ The words are simple enough. And, also, layered enough. This is definitely not a drink Lara is familiar with, at all... and, so, the scholar - the historian - in her is a refuge, a way to avoid all of the complications of her last memories and her existence in this place. ]

And, what, pray, is cider supposed to be?

[ It's not ironic, at all. With the pride in her bearing, there is enough curiosity to make the question tangibly honest. ]

Zhaan | Farscape

[intotomorrow]

[sharpes]

It's not like it was on purpose, Jesus! You think I go around setting religious artifacts on fire? I watch Maury, okay? People have been straight up shanked for less!

[He vaults over a low stand of (wait for it) cabbages and knocks only a few askew.]

[notavirtue]

[Javik pulled away from the outstretched hand immediately, wanting to minimize any sort of data transfer. Just because his people could read a thousand different clues in the evironment didn't mean he wanted to do so. Humans in particular were too messy and noisy for him to want to stay in contact with for long.

This human, though, was calm. There was no outburst of anger, or shock at the sight of him, which mitigated his most of his annoyance. He waved one hand dismissively, his four eyes focused on the only one Dick had left.]

Yes. The setup of this marketplace is chaotic and inefficient.

[stealstires]

Hm? [Jason was taking a bite of a random fruit- looks like an apple, but it actually tastes a bit more like a citric? He even makes a slight face, it felt like biting a lemon- so he's swallowing down when he turns to look at her. And he might or might not whip his face clean with his sleeve because a year living with Alfred won't change the years being raised in Crime Alley.

Zatanna's close enough to Bruce for Jason to be familiar with her even if Bruce keeps him away from League business, but even if her face is familiar she's different enough that Jason can't really figure it out without a name.]

Well, if it's true that I'm stuck here I'm going to be coming here often indeed.

[batmullet]

[Tallant turns around at the sound of being addressed. He doesn't recognize the man speaking in the slightest. The people of the turtle--the Kedan?--had said that people came from all over the--what was the word again? oh yes--multiverse, but this man seemed to know who the Batman was. Interesting.]

I'm aware, but that won't stop me from trying anyway. [Gotham needs a Batman, now more than ever.]

wild card

[sealord]

[ There are many factors contributing to Namor's disgruntlement. Not only has he been unceremoniously from his home, he's been removed from his world, shoved in along a bunch of humans, and has been told - these fools have dared to order the king of Atlantis about like a common peasant - that he's supposed to fight someone else's war. All told, he is greatly displeased. He's also sick of seeing humans everywhere and, upon spying the appearance of someone clearly not human in the marketplace, he approaches. ]

You there.

[ This extraordinary politeness - for Namor, anyway - is largely because the individual looks vaguely like some of the denizens of Atlantis and Namor misses his people. ]

I require a moment of your time.

Namor » Marvel 616

[sealord]

[painetched]

[ Dick's eyebrow rises. ]

That bad, is it.

[ Toto, I don't think we're in Gotham, anymore... ]

All alone?

[ It's the only conclusion he can reach, from the way the young man reacts to the address. There's slightly less steel and a little more concern, in that single blue eye. ]

[batmullet]

[Tallant is too fascinated with what the city of Keeliai has to offer to think too deeply on the fact he has been brought here against his will. Never in his life has he seen this many buildings still standing, and not one of them had an armed guard or was surrounded by barbed wire. People actually walked the streets during the daytime... he honestly didn't realize how loud cities could be. And then there was the smells, so many amazing, delicious-smelling scents coming out of what seemed like an endless supply of restaurants (restaurants!). It's amazing.

It isn't until Jason speaks does he realize that he is no longer alone on the street, he had been so wrapped up in everything around him. He quickly chastizes himself to be more vigilant.]

That's the point. How are people supposed to know I'm here if they... don't...

[He loses what he was going to say when he actually looks at the boy speaking to him and sees the costume. He knows that costume. The one he's familiar with has seen seen better days, but it's undoubtedly one and the same.]

You're wearing a Robin costume. [He doesn't know whether to be insulted or excited.]

[notavirtue]

[Javik had stopped to inspect a vendor selling garments, mostly out of morbid curiosity than anything else. The armor he wore was all that he needed, and the concept of fashion was entirely alien to him. His intense scrutiny was starting to make the vendor nervous, and they were spared when Javik realized he was being addressed.

His eyes narrowed in suspicion, only turning his head enough to keep the man in his range of vision.]

What is it, human?

[painetched]

Yeah... people do that when left to themselves.

[ There was even a hint of self-mocking humor, there, as Dick leaned back, accommodating the minimized contact. ]

Been to Earth, before? Not that this is Earth, I mean.

[batmullet]

No worse than it's been the last 50 years. [If anything, it's getting better. Now he has the cure.

He might not be as serious as his father, but he can furrow his brow like a true Wayne.] Why do you want to know? Who are you?

[painetched]

[ Long, long hard look. He's not been impressed with that eyebrow for most of said half-century's worth of time. ]

My name is Dick Grayson.

[ If that means anything ... in whatever reality this Batman's coming from. ]

[sealord]

[ Namor requires no petty surface dweller vestments either. He is perfectly at ease and suitably attired, so he believes, in a fish scale bikini so tiny most men would be mortified to be seen on a beach in it, much less a marketplace.

The insult makes his eyes narrow and his spine straighten even more than it already is. ]

You speak to the king of Atlantis, not a human.

[ He says the word with all due disgust. Never mind that he looks pretty human, save the pointy ears and the wings as his ankles. When the universe revolves around someone the way Namor thinks it revolves around him, how anyone could mistake him is baffling. ]

From which world do you hail?

[batmullet]

[There's a few seconds of stunned silence... followed by a very un-Batman-like expression: his eyes light up. Because here, in the flesh, was someone he had only read about.]

Bruce Wayne's ward? [There were a million different ways he would have phrased that if they weren't standing in the middle of a crowded street.]

[notavirtue]

[Casting a look down the street, Javik wished he'd kept his mouth shut. Humans loved making conversation about the most inane things, but he supposed the seafood he wanted would still be there later. Hopefully. He turned back to Dick, expression darkening again.]

I have. It was not much better off than this one.

[Invading death machines the size of skyscrapers didn't leave much behind but rubble.]

[notavirtue]

[That reaction got his attention - Javik turned around fully and gave him a more thorough once over. Despite the few oddities, he certainly looked human, but now he could sense the smell of him was all wrong. And where was his armor? The last time he'd seen such a scantily clad human it had been in one of those awful 'clubs' on the Citadel. He didn't look the least bit impressed at the title, nor was he apologetic for calling him human.

The question, however, made him hesitate. He'd spent most of his life living on warships, and the names he gave planets and star systems were lost on anyone but his own people.]

Not this one. My people traveled the stars. [He jerked his chin upwards at the sky. All these people, bound to one planet... even more primitive than his previous accommodations.]

[guard]

[Mukuro approaches the stand of cabbages after him, now slightly behind Brandon because of his boost, and rather than gracefully vaults she instead jumps onto the stand and jumps off it, using the added momentum of the jump to get up to his side. In the wake of her jump the cabbages are desecrated and destroyed.

There is only a faint scream of a poor salesman destroyed cabbages, drowned out by the crowd chasing after them.]

Forget it - we need to lose them, or you need to stop and apologize for burning their idol. Running from your problem won't solve it.

[(Also who is Maury? Some guy this man knows? He sounds dangerous if he "shanks" people.)]

[painetched]

Well, that depends on... when. And where.

[ Even after all this time, Dick was talkative. Sort of. He also did catch the hint, and opened his hand in the direction where the alien had been going in the first place. ]

I don't have to keep you. But if you find any of it difficult to deal with, I can help.

[ Not... problematic. Dick didn't think so, at least. But difficult. ]