Test Drive Meme | #44

[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: → Comment with the journal of a character you want to test; put their name and canon in the subject line for added sparkles. → Tag around with everyone! → Profit like you live on a the back of a turtle! → 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! 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 starts out as wishful thinking becomes lured into reality. That slick new motorcycle or pile of kingly treasure you were just daydreaming about? Surprise! It's just appeared in front of you. Though, it may only stay for a short while before it disappears 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. Maybe you haven't been hired by them at all, but are using their name for your own goals... as long as no one discovers the lie! Wait... you want my what now?! The kedan are a curious folk, and the Foreigners are entertainment in conveniently arriving packages, especially when they come along with unique items that the kedan might not have seen before. Maybe it's your cellphone... or maybe it's your knickers! How badly do you want to keep your stuff from some overeager native shapeshifters who want to buy, bribe, or burglarize it right off your person? Sea prunes, get your sea prunes right here! Life in Keeliai can take a little getting used to: the chickens have scales, the cows have feathers, and the fruits come in more colour and pattern combinations than your average tye-dye shirt. Not to mention that meal you just ordered from the food vendor? Has arrived on the plate, and you're pretty sure you just saw it move. Everybody needs a little darkness... The Great Enemy may have been defeated over two years ago, and people are even willing to speak Malicant's name aloud now, but there remains a taint in the city never fully purged. Those who consider Malicant a dark god whose end was unjust are the cultists of Keeliai, and they aren't always so easy to identify as one might think. Sometimes their presence is felt in the growing urge to give into one's darker instincts, especially in such a foreign place... Illicit substances, anyone? Every city has its vices, and Keeliai is no different. Perhaps you actively sought it out, or perhaps an opportunistic dealer saw you as a potential customer needing a free sample, but you're now in possession of a packet of Lucid, an emotion-enhancing drug. Interested in finding out what happens when you crush that colourful crystal and ingest it? Incoming! Tu Vishan's latest landfall stop has brought an unwelcome problem to its residents: enormous, toothy creatures who look more like pterosaurs than most people are comfortable with! With a twenty-foot wingspan, these aren't exactly harmless local wildlife, and they have a nasty habit of swooping down on targets both Foreigner and kedan! How are you going to fend them off, or help someone who might have been injured by the latest dive bombing?? (Please note: This scenario isn't applicable to becoming game canon if you choose to app your character, as an alien pterosaur attack is a major event.) 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 uncontrollable urge to polish every paving stone in the Earth Sector? Anything goes!

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Kathryn Janeway | Star Trek: Voyager | 6

[deltavoyager]

Seek out new life and new civilisations...

That's what it meant to be a Starfleet Officer, right? That also involved sampling the new cultures and traditions that usually came with said life and civilisations. Food included.

So, when the plate gets put down in front of Captain Kathryn Janeway of the Federation Starship USS Voyager, she smiles politely and thanks the server, peering around to make sure he's gone.

She takes stock of the contents of her plate, everything seems normal, except... Did that prune-like thing just move? Okay... That's weird. Granted, some cultures did prefer their food live.

Still, she's going to surreptitiously take her Tricorder out and do a quick scan... Just to make sure it was edible to humans.

Just in case.

Scott Lang | Marvel Cinematic Universe | 5

[tic_tac]

"For the hundredth, thousandth time, no you cannot have my helmet."

There's a man dressed in what seems like motorcycle leathers, a helmet under his head being held away from a Kedan who seems pretty insistent in purchasing it from him.

"Isn't there a stall, or some other hapless person you can be pestering?"

David Webb | The Bourne Series [Novels] | #wildcard

[deltacain]

So this is it. He's finally went over the edge.

Loco, whacko, cloud cuckoo land... Except it was more Sea Turtle Land. Still... He was 75% sure that this was all a figment of his imagination. The other 25% was entertaining the possibility that everything was true. So...

...He might as well find out everything there is to know, right? And there was a library. The scholar in him practically dragged Delta to it, because in some instances, David was stronger than Jason.

And one of those instances was literature. So, there's a man sat in the library, books piled high, silently reading one on Kedanese Language, making notes every so often, trying to teach himself, with some success.

Jax Teller | Sons of Anarchy | 5

[brains_before_bullets]

Jax was walking around as if he was in a daze. Having woken up about an hour ago, he was getting his bearings, wandering around, trying to find out where he is.

An hour ago? An hour ago he was roaring down West Interstate 580, arms spread, and approaching... He shakes his head, trying to get that thought out of his head. He was fine, no bones broken, no blood... nothing. He felt... alive.

He's stopped as someone grabs his shoulder, garbling something. "Hm? No. Sorry, the jacket's not for sale."

His frown deepens as the person insists.

"I said, no." And he tries to pull away, but the grip tightens. "Let go of me!"

Steve McGarrett | Hawaii Five-0 | 5

[aneurysmface]

Sea prunes, huh? Well, Steve's not exactly one to turn down food. He smiles at the wait staff as they place the plate of food down. It was piled pretty high, with the aforementioned prunes there on the side.

He can feel the eyes of the kedan staff on him, almost as if waiting for a reaction. He shifts, stabbing one with a fork, bringing it up to his mouth and shoving it all in.

He even offers the staff a friendly smile as he chews and swallows it.

Titus Pullo | Rome | Wildcard

[wetasoctober]

In a bar in the Fire sector, there's a rather unconventional patron. He's sat, squinting at a glass, swirling the liquid.

"You sure about this stuff?" He asks the barman. "It's kind of a big claim, to outdo all the winehouses in Rome?" He laughs, hearing the Kedan's protests.

"Peace, friend. I'll try it. No promises, though, eh?" He shifts, moving to quaff the entire glass down in one... Despite the kedan's protests. He coughs slightly, smoke coming from his mouth. He exhales, more smoke billowing from his lips.

Shaking his head, he chuckles. "Nothing to it."

Tarquin Del Rey | OC

[weallbecome]

[WAIT... YOU WANT MY WHAT NOW?]

[The markets are busy and full of life and Tarquin finds himself feeling a little at home. Sure the kedan are damn weird looking compared to anything he's seen in his time, but the hustle and bustle is familiar.

He's not looking for anything in particular, rather just window shopping and taking in the sights. But then, there's a merchant pointing at him, telling him to come closer and Tarquin obliges. The closer he gets, the more he catches on that it's not him the merchant wants, rather one of the daggers at his belt.]

What, this ol' thing?

[He smirks, unsheathes the blade and flips it in his hand before putting it back in it's sheath.]

Not for sale, friendo.

[But the merchant insists, offering both money and whatever he can get his hands on from his stall to offer to Tarquin. Clay pots, something that looks like a toothbrush, a collection of jars labelled with things he can't read, a bag of black powder- At the powder Tarquin takes a step back and raises his hands in surrender.]

Whoa, whoa, easy there. It ain't for sale, y'know?

[WILDCARD]

[It's been a long week for Tarquin. Waking up on a turtle and finding that home is far, far away is a bit of a shock. His first few days went smooth enough; some questions were answered with ease while others have proven a little more difficult.

No matter how you look at it, the end result is the same. He has no say in going home. But then again, neither do the other foreigners. Tarquin isn't sure if it's a comfort or a worry that others are in the same boat.

A week of worry has him in need of a drink. Something hard to let him just relax a little and switch off for a bit. It's a plan that doesn't quite work. He relaxes, but his head doesn't shut off.

Thus there's a half-elf sitting on the ground, right where he deems the tip of the turtle's head to be. A half empty bottle of liquor rests beside him and a short sword sits beside that.]

So... You're a turtle, huh?

[Unlikely as it is that the turtle will hear him, he figures it's worth a shot.]

That's pretty cool, y'know? We ain't got nothin' like you back home.

[At least not this big.]

But uh... if you don't mind, and trust me I understand you're a busy guy... girl... uh. Turtle. If you could make a bit of a detour and drop me off home, that'd be swell.

[Yep. Even Tarq knows he's being ridiculous. He chuckles and shakes his head, leaving it at that.]

Reese Booker | OC

[taintedtalent]

[Duel at High Noon]

[Once again someone is causing trouble and once again Reese can't help but stick his nose in it. Some young punk brandishing a knife threatens a merchant over...something. Reese never caught that part. He just clears his throat to make his presence known. When the thug turns his knife on Reese he barely looks impressed.]

Yeah, yer real scary there fella let me tell ya.

[Then Reese draws his shotgun from his back and loads a single shell into it.]

But bringin' a knife to a gunfight ain't ever a good plan.

[Reese aims the gun and the thug realizes that things aren't going his way anymore. He starts to charge. Reese just fires. Runes across the barrel flare to life Instead of buckshot, a torrent of blue fire explodes from the shotgun's barrel whirling around and consuming the knife wielding thug. The man just screams in terror. So does the merchant.

When the flames die down seconds later the thug...looks perfectly fine. In fact the only difference is the faint blue and purple glow surrounding him.]

Now yer mine fella. Long as ya got that glow I know where ya are, what yer doin', and if I catch ya doin' anything like this again? Well, I ain't gonna play nice anymore.

[The thug doesn't stick around to talk. He just drops his knife and runs. Reese turns to the still terrified merchant and tips his hat.]

If yer ever in trouble again just give me a hollar.

[The merchant just shakes their head violently and directs Reese to leave. Reese just sighs.]

So much fer appreciation.

[Looking for a cold, tall glass of...milk?]

[Reese's chest burns. He knows what that means and it's not good. Unfortunately his medicine isn't here. That's still with Dutch who also isn't here. It looks like he might be completely out of luck this time.

Still, there's one thing he knows that helps. It's not his medicine but in this place it might be his only shot. With shallow breath and clutching his chest, Reese looks for someone on the street.]

S'cuse me. Don't suppose ya know where a man can find a cold glass of milk?

Elizabeth | Bioshock Infinite

[isochrone]

3. AND SUDDENLY PARIS?
Elizabeth isn't normally at a loss for words, but this has left her speechless. A scaled down replica of the Eiffel Tower is now planted in the middle of the street, and while it's a fraction of the height of the real one, this 20-foot edition is still enough to garner the attention of passersby. Once she recovers, however, there's mostly just pure joy at the sight.

"Oh, it's so perfect! What an incredible replica! I'm still not sure how it-- well, I was just thinking about Paris..."

5. NOT FOR SALE!
Elizabeth was shaking her head emphatically, one hand curled around the other as if hiding the silver thimble from open view will somehow dissuade the shopkeeper from wanting to purchase it. "Well, yes, I understand that's a very fair price to offer, but it's not for sale. It's sentimental, in a way, and simply getting another one isn't really what I want to do. Really, I just wanted to look at your book selection, I'm not interested in selling anything at the moment..."

6. IS IT SUPPOSED TO WIGGLE?
The young woman is staring dubiously at the takeout tray that she's been given at the outdoor cafe, but still manages a polite thank you to the server her brought her lunch out to her table. She's poking at it gingerly with a fork, and that is definitely a bit fauna as well as flora. Elizabeth looks around for someone who can offer advice on this...

10. HIT ME UP WITH AN IDEA
Anything you want!

Mark Watney | The Martian

[aspacepirate]

Let's Wildcard

Mark had found himself spending his evenings within the library pouring over any and all books about botany, farming, and engineering that he can find. He even had grabbed an armful of books about chemistry and survival tips. The table he had always chosen and if ever asked about he would have to admit that the lightning and distance to the sections he needed to use were perfect and the table wasn't too far from it.

He sometimes forgets to eat dinner and while he was already losing weight from his experience in his own universe - he's still finding that his uniform is loose fitting and even slightly more so than it had been before he woke up here. He internally tells himself to just get a couple more pages of notes written down first. He does at least manage to walk back to the hotel in the dark and get a decent night's sleep when the weird dreams decided not to kick in.

Mark knows. He knows that once he leaves everything he studies here is going to be forgotten, along with any memories of anyone that he meets, but he still feels the drive to try to figure out a plan. He knows that his farm is as good as dead - he saw the potato plants scattered among the martian landscape under the scattered HAB materials - maybe there might be something that he could do, something that someone here knows - but it's a long shot and so far he has yet to figure out how to fix that. He also goes and tries to look for tips in chemistry - so he can hopefully avoid creating anymore ticking time bombs out of the few habitable places he has on that asshole planet. He even looks into ways to repair things as they break and it be more than some duct tape and good luck.

He even considers looking into finding a way to contact home or even to try to remember what he figures out here.

But, he muses, at least he's breathing.

Lailah | Tales of Zestiria

[purifires]

five. a hairy situation

Being stopped, it was initially quite a shock. But one of the Kedan had spotted her and took quite a liking to the intricate barrette in her hair. They weren't very subtle about asking her to part with it.

"Oh no, I couldn't possibly--"

Studying their faces for a moment though, it becomes clear that that's not the answer they were looking for. Her sweet disposition becomes far more serious as they continue to press her to change her response. Although she looks and sounds proper and kind; evidence says that she won't allow herself to be pushed around.

"My apologies. However, it's not for sale. You should look elsewhere-- I'd hate to see things get heated..." At her words there does indeed seem to be a flash of light that-- yeah that was fire.

wildcard. blossoming friendships and games of fortuna

There's a rather unique foreigner with silver and pink hair sitting on a bench making paper crafts and offering fortunes on small cards to those who approach. Whether it's day or night, it doesn't matter. She seems rather calm and in her element like this. All in good fun. Come bother her.

( a ) If you take interest in her crafts, she's likely to offer you one-- origami in all kinds of shapes; from roses to animals. They're all well made, with patience and great care. If you ask, she might even teach you a thing or two.

( b ) Or perhaps you make eye contact with her and she instead offers you your pick of a small number of slips of paper. Telling your fortune, if you will. However, should you choose to take one of the slips, what you'll find on it is nothing grander than a cute drawing of a fish. A... tuna fish, to be exact. A result that will bring a bright smile to her face.

"Oh my-! It seems you have received Fortuna's blessing."

...Lailah no...

Note about the Character: Lailah is a Seraph; something of an elemental spirit. Those who are attuned to or tied to the supernatural, either through experience here in this world or from back home, should have no problem seeing her. However, those who are cynical or skeptical of those subjects may not be able to see her. Feel free to twist any of the prompts to fit whether or not they can actually see her as you like.

Jorge-052 | Halo: Reach | 5

[noblefive]

"Yeah, no. The armour's not for sale."

This voice comes from the eight-foot tall monolith of metal and helmet who is being petered by a five-and-a-half foot tall kedanese stallowner.

And, to be honest, Jorge had to admire her. She was persistent, asking again, the quantity of what she was offering increasing exponentially.

"Ma'am, whilst I am sure you are offering a lot of money, I'm afraid I can't sell the armour."

His tone, whilst polite, is firm, giving the impression that the conversation is over. The kedan falters for a moment, before renewing her offer.

Sorey | Tales of Zestiria | 5

[onetrueshepherd]

Exploring a new place was always sort of a thrill for Sorey, and this place was no different. He’d gotten caught up trying to visit every place he could with wide eyes that he didn’t think twice about much else, at one point drawing out the celestial record to peruse over it’s worn, bookmarked pages. He’d just meant to check on something he was curious about, but hadn’t expected it when one of the kedan approached him with apt interest in his unique looking tome.

“Oh… this? Sorry, it’s not something that’s for sale.” He offered in a polite tone, closing the book carefully with a smile on his face. Sorey thought that would be the end of it but the kedanese man offered a higher price with a more desperate look on his face. Not willing to just let this slide and really insisting on wanting the rare book but being as kind as the Shepherd was, Sorey was almost feeling bad for turning him down. Moreso when another joined the first out of interest, also looking to purchase it.

His grip tightened around the book, their earnest faces desperate and the prices going up while trying to convince him to part with it.

“Uh… Is there anything else I can offer you instead? This book has a lot of meaning to me so I can’t part with it. No matter how much you’re offering…” At that response, the men’s faces fall and Sorey thinks they’ll drop it until one of the men slips around him and starts pulling at the intricate blue and white cape he was wearing while rattling off a price higher than the book while the first makes to reach for the aforementioned book in question. They just wouldn't give it up!

“H-Hey--!!”