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Test Drive Meme | #50

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...
Let's play cops and robbers!
Local law enforcement is handled by the Keeliai Police Department, an organization of both Foreigners and kedan dedicated to keeping the peace in the turtle... and they're about to make a raid on a large, illegal gambling ring! Are you going to collar the nearest bad guy, or are you one of the high rollers now looking to make a quick escape? Or a bookie who's now getting booked downtown?
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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Brigid wrinkles her nose at the weapon. So crass, humans. She's glad that werewolves have no need for such barbaric methods.

She reaches out and picks up the mace with one hand, then puts it back down and shows the other woman her completely uninjured hand. "Satisfied?"

To be fair, Aly doesn't need it. It just makes her life easier.

"Hmm." Aly scrutinizes her. "Okay. So you're not one of them." Probably. "What's to say it's not the food keeping you here?"

"Because people who are smarter than I am about such things and have been here longer, know the spell that was cast and the person who cast it." She shrugs. "Believe what you want. This place is between Life, the Dreaming and Death."

She thinks that's how it goes, anyway. It's been a while since she got the welcome speech. And she's never given one. "Would you like to maybe speak to Zatanna? She's been here far longer than I, and she's magically inclined."

"'Life, the Dreaming, and Death'?" Aly echoes, taking her mace off the table and hooking it back on her belt. "That doesn't sound legit. There's two worlds. There's the Waking, where I'm from, and the Otherside, where this has got to be, because I'm still dressed straight Skyrim." She shakes herself angrily.

"This is ri-god-damn-diculous," she mutters to herself.

"Do you mind?" She asks. "I don't mind swearing, but there are limits." She's Catholic. It's practically a sin to hear someone swear.

Don't test her.

"As for Skyrim, you show up here dressed as you were when you were taken from your home." Brigid tucks a piece of hair behind her ear. "I can't explain why."

Aly squints at her, but tries to quiet her potty mouth. Soren had never said anything about it, but Soren was shy. And maybe French Catholics were different...?

The French were all weird from an American standpoint, anyway; Aly had needed to politely turn down a glass of wine from his parents at dinner when she'd gone to study at his house.

"...magnificent. Glad I wasn't stepping out of the shower, then." She closes her eyes. "And at least I'm not defenseless." Then she sighs. "Aaaaand at least I wasn't taking a trig test this time."

That one's a Story.

Edited (what is sequence) 2017-03-30 19:35 (UTC)

She's Boston Irish Catholic. They're either ultra religious, or lapsed. Guess which one Brigid falls into?

"There are others who explain this a lot better than I am." She sighs. "I can take you to the turtle's head, if that would make this all easier to believe?" Oh yeah, back of a giant turtle. She might have forgotten to mention that.

"Sure. I'll go take a look-see." She shrugs. "At least it'll help me figure out what I'm dealing with."

Brigid pushes herself up from the table, and leads the way toward the turtle's head. She's not sure what the other woman is going to think about the whole 'living on a moving turtle' thing, but that's not really a problem she can help with. If the smell of the sea didn't permeate most of the island, she wouldn't believe it either.

The sense of peace gets stronger, the closer they get. Brigid stops and takes in a deep breath, ignoring the Ban Om members. "The turtle's head." She says. "The people are members of a religion, don't mind them."

Aly doesn't like the sense of peace that quietly steals into her head. It feels too much like a glamour, like a violation. She folds her arms and looks out over the sea, taking an instinctive step back. Flames don't like water. Even when she's her normal self, she's always been terrified of drowning.

"They don't bother me, I won't bother them," she says. Man. She'd been really hoping it'd be a land turtle. Not a sea turtle. (Tortoise. That's what a land turtle is. Whatever.) Being surrounded by all this water makes her itchy, which pushes back the artificial feeling of peace in her head. Good. She doesn't like it.

"What's with this?" she asks, and knocks on her head.

The Ban Om people pretty much ignore them, obviously recognizing this is someone new to the turtle.

"The sense of peace?" Brigid asks. It's the same feeling she gets when she prays, so it doesn't bother Brigid nearly as much.

"I don't know." She shrugs. "It's always been that way." Brigid folds her hands in front of her. "Tu Vishan offers a sense of peace, I guess? Everything else is so hectic, it's nice to find a place it isn't."

"...I don't like it," Aly says, and shivers. "I don't like things that mess with my head. Benevolent or not." Hell, even the land spirit never did anything like that.

That makes her think. "Is Tu Vishan the land spirit around here?"

Brigid cocks her head to the side, watching the young woman standing next to her. She doesn't seem to like a lot of things around here. Not that Brigid can blame her. When she was new, Brigid didn't like anything either.

But now she has Jackie, and had the shelter, and... yeah. "Tu Vishan is the turtle. I think." Brigid doesn't pay much attention to it, really.

Aly's going to like or at least tolerate some things here. She's just being a suspicious dick right now, though.

"And it likes to make people feel all happy happy joy joy." Her voice is flat. "So much so that there's those guys just kind of...hanging out over there."

Brigid follows Aly's line of sight. "They're... a religion of sort. I haven't spoken to them at all, so I don't know what it is, exactly, they're doing."

She sighs. "Honestly, I've been busy with the shelter since arriving, and then last month, there was a hiccup." That's one way to put it. People finding out about her being a wolf... is not a hiccup.

More like a hiccup attack? Many hiccups at once?

"Oh yeah? What kind of hiccup? You mean this land of the lotus-eaters isn't all sunshine and unicorn farts after all?"

Brigid raises her eyebrows at the other girl. "No. It has it's problems." Sometimes many. "Anytime you get a lot of people living together there's going to be problems." She wants to never have the memory sharing happen again. "Add in that some of the kedan don't like us, and well... that's a problem."

"Hmm." She shrugs. "Well, I'm used to the locals not taking a shine to me, so." She has a way with words. Which is why she has a tendency to piss people off. It's not her fault! Not all the time, anyway.

"So why are they testy?"

Brigid isn't sure about all the politics. "I don't know all the politics, and there are politics, but would you like people who randomly show up in your home, and decide to move in without so much as a by-your-leave?" That's the way Brigid sees it, anyway.

Aly shrugs again. "If it wasn't their fault and they didn't mean any harm to anyone, I wouldn't care." She's had a little experience with the opposite - intentional, malicious incursions. And those she would understand being pissy about.

"Not all newcomers are benevolent, obviously." Brigid points out. "Nor do they follow all the rules that the kedan have." She sighs. "It's a moot point. We're stuck here. I've yet to meet anyone who has the ability to get home." She doesn't want to be here.

"Would you like a place to get cleaned up?" Brigid asks. "I was headed back to the hotel where I live."

"So, kick the assholes in the teeth and make them follow the rules," Aly says stubbornly. She's used to following rules, even if she thinks they're dumb. Rules have saved her life. And she flouts them, sometimes. Sometimes..

She sighs, looking down at the mud - and dried blood - on her armor. "Yeah, I guess so."

Brigid actually rolls her eyes. "Yes, because the way to fix violence is with yet more violence." She shakes her head. "Perhaps we can keep the kicking to a minimum, hm?" She turns. "Come on, the hotel isn't far. And you can borrow something to wear."

Because Brigid doesn't mind sharing her clothes if necessary. Besides, they aren't that far off in size.

"I prefer to think of it as asserting dominance," Aly says. "A wise person taught me that...or at least, a wise guy." And she smirks. He's not here to swat at her! She can josh at him all she wants!

"I've got street clothes under this - thanks for the offer, though. They should be reasonably clean." A little sweaty, but clean.

"That's not actually the way it works." She shakes her head, and turns for the hotel. She's used to her Alpha asserting dominance, when necessary, but not just willy-nilly.

"Well, we can always wash them. We do have a way to do that." Brigid teases. She's not sure what to think of this new girl, but at least there's not too big a difference between her and working with a few of the pack. They were far more militant than she was.

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