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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 turtle shell!
Dramatic Chase Sequence! You're running away from something! It could be anything, from a rampaging kirin to a gaggle of overly enthusiastic children! 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...?
Where There's A Will, There's A...? The Life and Dreaming Planes have been merged, and sometimes what start out as wishful thinking becomes lured into reality. That slick new motorcycle or pile of kingly treasure you were just daydreaming about? Surprise! Though it may only stay for a short while before it disppears again, so make it count. Hopefully you're not the type to daydream about terrible things befalling people you don't like...
SECRET UNDERCOVER MODE ACTIVATE! The three major kedan families all have their own agendas, and you've chosen to entangle yourselves with one (or more!) of them. Are you hoping to shift the balance of power? Gain some favours? Perhaps you're on a mission to bring a criminal to justice, or maybe you just want to get the cream of the crop from the black market.
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!
[The metal sector was the best place for a robot disguised as a local motorcycle to hang out, so Arcee's assignment to survey Zanru and the metalworkers was an easy one. Existing in an alien society without having her alien nature be known to the general native population was pretty much Arcee's primary job description, and it was even easier in this society where not everyone had a mobile phone. Few in Tu Shanshu, even among foreigners, knew that Arcee's motorcycle form was actually a disguise.]
[Arcee was parked in an unassuming back alley overlooking the gate to a closed-off warehouse. So she was in a perfect position to notice the big suspicious unmarked trailor truck pulling into an unmarked warehouse that they had previously identified as one of Zanru's.]
[Arcee started broadcasting on the encrypted narrow radio band that the other people on the sting had agree on.]
[Jo's always been good at getting lost in a crowd.
Granted, this is a crowd unlike any she's ever been in before, but it's not so different from Tokyo or Hong Kong or a thousand other places she'd trailed her father to, or Carrington. Just the people are different, and a little weird, and some of them might be blue.
But aside from that? She's doing a damn good job at pretending she's not a Foreigner, and nobody of any real note.]
[A crowd, most of the time, is all the same no matter where Issun goes: lots and lots of feet. The difference this time is that there's about twice as many feet as Issun's used to. It's only a matter of time before one of them almost lands on him, but he's still incensed by it. His green glow turns red, and the three-inch-tall man bounces up Joanna's joints to land on her shoulder.]
Watch where you're going! People are walkin', here!
[Yeah. He's a bug. A bug-sized person with a glow.]
[ Have one very green, very not human new arrival, who's decided that the best way to acclimate himself to this strange city is to build something. So he's creeping around the Metalworker's properties, literally going through their trash and fishing out all sorts of discarded odds and bobs. It isn't clear from the scrap he's gathered what he's trying to build just yet, but he's obviously stopped to assemble a few little gadgets along the way. A couple of them are clicking away merrily on sprockets on the ground, while presently Stork has his head inside a scrap bin, three-toed feet lifted slightly to reach something near the bottom. ]
Oh, this looks promising...
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WATER SECTOR
[ Stork has a small crowd of people gathered around him, but he's barring the way to one of the Water Sector canals with both arms. He's also pretty loud, and his antics are drawing more people to come and stare at the obviously addled Foreigner. ]
Stay back! The water in the canals is contaminated with Tunurian fire fungus! One swallow and you'll start growing hairy pustules on your insides! If you get anywhere near open flame, you'll explode!
[ There are some jeers from the kedan, because that's the most ludicrous thing they've ever heard (and they've heard some good ones), and some of them are tired of having their path blocked and shove the Merb to the side. ]
I wouldn't have to walk on the ground if I had someone to ride, would I? But nooo, it's all 'eek a talking bug' and next thing you know you're swatted!
[For some reason all the chicks object to him hitching a ride in their cleavage.]
Copy that, [Jo said into the little radio, tucked into her collar. She was wearing old, grungy, baggy clothes, making her utterly unremarkable even for a foreigner, slumped against an alley wall like a Dust addict and really keeping her eyes peeled for trouble.]
[Archer is haggling with a kedan merchant, who doesn't seem to think very highly of the foreigner, and does not appear to be in any way inclined to sell him bottled booze.]
Look, I know you're like...kedan, or whatever, something weird, and I'm a human, but. Can you at least cut me a break on whatever the local equivalent to whiskey is? I'm this close to drinking WD-40.
That's what Vav would be thinking if he hadn't just ducked into the alleyway to evade some angry Snakes, because he'd accidentally slo-mo'd one of them and the rest of them weren't too keen on that.
He leans back against the wall, panting, until he hears the rustling and muttering and sees the weird mutant poking around in the trash.]
[His tone is somewhere between disinterested and intrigued, but boy is he glowing. Literally so.]
Need some company? I can get anywhere.
[Almost casual, and maybe a bit wistful. She'll just have to deal with him talking about Ammy and how they did things the whole time. Yeah, he misses his large-sized goddess.]
Stop changing the price and hoping I won't notice, ribbit!
[ Eruka's just about had it with this shopkeeper, who keeps scaling the price up and down in increments of juulan. Unfortunately for him, Eruka is a master of Arithmetic Magic, and number in any system are as familiar to her as the sun in the sky. except the Sun here has no face and that's freaking her out ]
TWO;
[ It wasn't her style to get in the way of anything that looked dangerous, and the chase happening in the marketplace was exactly the kind of trouble she wasn't looking to attract. Yet as her poor luck always seemed to, she uttered a panicked "gekko!" when the fleeing thief swerved in her direction. ]
Eeek, get away! Tadpole bomb!
[ And that sure is a magically conjured, highly explosive floating ball. ]
[ Stork bolts upright from the dumpster and does a funny hop back, clutching his treasures -- what appears to be a coil of wire and a ratchet -- like they're scraps of food to a starving man. ]
[Because she's not going to discount the usefulness of a guy who's that tiny. Hell, he could ride a CamSpy around. Which would probably make it buck wildly like a mechanical bull, but it would be funny.]
Whoa, whoa, whoa, take it easy, guy, [Vav says, holding a hand out (and being very careful not to activate his slo-mo beam again. He slo-mo'd his own face once. It was obnoxious.
G-Get back! I don't know where you've been! I don't know where your germs have been!
[ And he hasn't found any disinfectant here yet. Also eyeballing Vav up and down because he's used to some pretty strange outfits in Atmos, but that's just impractical on every level. ]
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