Test Drive Meme | #50

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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!

Comments

[wolfishflame]

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?"

[bostonhowler]

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."

[wolfishflame]

"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?"

[bostonhowler]

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.

[wolfishflame]

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.

[bostonhowler]

"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."

[wolfishflame]

"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."

[bostonhowler]

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.

[wolfishflame]

"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.

[bostonhowler]

"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.

[wolfishflame]

"Mm, that's how sensei does it, that's how America does it...aaaand it's worked out pretty well so far." She shrugs. "Been on both the sending and receiving end of that. Seen it in action. Law of the jungle, kick ass or have your ass handed to you on a silver platter with parsley and a white wine reduction." She stretches her back. "Seriously, 's saved my hide more than once."

Then she looks down at her armor. "Yeah, I'm gonna need to scrub this up, too. I'd catch all kinds of hell if I left it like this."

[bostonhowler]

And Brigid has lived with wolves her entire life. But it's not like she can say that. "That sounds like the boys in the family. Sometimes, you have to whack them with a spoon."

Don't make her whack you with a spoon, Aly. She's got the second fastest spoon in Boston.

"Well, we'll get you cleaned up, and possibly fed."

[wolfishflame]

Aly's a wolf sometimes! Well, okay. Maned wolves aren't actually wolves. BUT THEY'RE CALLED WOLVES SO IT COUNTS.

"If I tried to whack sensei with a spoon, he'd bite me," she says. They do swat at each other, though. But that's different.

"Still not on board with the feeding. But I do feel kinda grimy," she admits.

[bostonhowler]

IT TOTALLY COUNTS. After all, there's a hellhound running around!

"Some of the boys try that too." Brigid says amused. She misses the pack. She misses knowing exactly where she stands and knowing exactly how to act when things go pear shaped. She knows who to look to at home. None of that applies here. She's on her own, and while she spent a couple years in Ireland, there'd still been an Alpha to look to. Here... she's adrift and that's hard.

"Why don't you want food?" Brigid asks curious. It's not something she understands.

[wolfishflame]

Meanwhile, Aly is very much - pardon the pun - a lone wolf. She works well in a group (her own pack, of sorts), but she works just as well on her own. Something that she's been ruminating on, actually, and part of why she wants to get the hell out of here. She has places to go, things to do, people to kill.

"That's how they get you," she says. "I am not eating faerie food. No matter how tasty it looks."

Will sea prunes convince you that this isn't faerie food, Aly? Because that can be arranged.

[bostonhowler]

Brigid shakes her head. "Really, you're a bit more paranoid than most that show up here." She doesn't know if that's her background or something. "And there are some things that don't look that tasty." Sea prunes, Aly.

She eyes Aly's armor. "Though I can understand why." She says. "Come along. The hotel is this way."

[wolfishflame]

Aly eyes her right back. "I've got a right to be paranoid." Boy, does she ever. Someone shows you supernaturally pretty food, you gotta think of french fries and pizza to get over it. A lot. A lot a lot.

Still, she follows, ever wary of a trap.

[bostonhowler]

"I'm not denying that." Brigid says placatingly. She doesn't deny that people have their own damage.

They make it back to the hotel without running into anyone. "My room is this way." She says, leading the way. Inside the room is her giant book. Scattered around it are papers and anatomical drawings. Yes, the book is old.

[wolfishflame]

"Hmm." Aly peers at the papers - weird anatomy drawings and translations of some kind - but her attention is mostly caught by the book. A man and a wolf - the man red-eyed, the wolf with eyes of blue and gold. The gold really makes her stop.

"You know that guy?" she asks, pointing at the book.

[bostonhowler]

Brigid stops from getting towels for Aly and looks at the book. So many things she could say. Instead, she settles on the truth. "No. Why?" Gold eyes denote an Omega. She doesn't know any. So, it's the truth... to a point. Brigid walks over to run her hand over the front of the book. "This has been in the family for a long time." Pack, family, same thing.

[wolfishflame]

"...nnnno special reason," she says. Also the truth, to a point. "It's a cool book. You like wolves, then, huh?"

[bostonhowler]

Brigid smiles slightly, glad to have someone admire the Chronicle. "It's part of the family crest." She explains. She tucks hair behind her ear. "So are the stones. It's... a long history."

There is magic on the Chronicle, at least Brigid thinks so.

[wolfishflame]

"Huh." She wants to touch it, but that'd be rude, and she knows better. "Neat." Yeah, she knows about long histories. Pretty much everything she's run into has a history lesson attached. It fair makes her head hurt, sometimes. "That's some crest."

[bostonhowler]

As long as she doesn't try to read it, Brigid has no problems with it. Because reading it would reveal some werewolf history written in English. Though most of it is in Latin, Irish and Ogham.

"I like it. Uncle Marcus tracked it down about a decade ago." She shrugs. "It's just family history though. No one else is interested, so he gave it to me."

[wolfishflame]

She touches it, she'll want to read it. If you give a mouse a cookie, and all that. Curiosity killed the moron.

"Hey, that stuff's interesting. I looked up my family's coat of arms once. It's kinda boring-looking, though."