meme | test drive!

[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!

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. Hey, I Just Met You, and This is Crazy...
   First impressions are always the most important, right?
4. 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!

This marks the official start of the monthly test drive meme and, to celebrate, we're giving a new feature a shot. The first comment/thread on this test drive is going to be titled ENABLE ME and it's where you post character accounts/muselists, etc and others (members, passerbys, shoulder demons) can enable you to apply to Tu Shanshu! Come, let us enable you to the turtletastic madness!

Comments

[heinously]

[ A wild ELICOORIAN WITH A MENACING SCOWL AND A BIG SCARY CLAW approaches SMALL CHILD WITH A MODERATELY EQUALIZING SCOWL. For all intensive purposes, UNABLE TO FLEE.

Albel's presence casts a dark shadow over the child, narrowed eyes peering down as if he was seeing through cracked spectacles. Odd seeing a little tot in these parts, especially one that didn't face it all with white, terrified whelp faces.

Regardless. He was in his way. ]

Whose son? Shoo, brat.

[justlittle]

[Bean has two options. He could counter argue, stand up to this stranger and get in his face, assert some superiority. Or he could quietly get out of his way, make no trouble and cause no ripples.

He chooses the second. Starting a fight will gain him nothing, and besides, it's unlikely this person will see a boy Bean's size as a threat anyway. He steps out of his way, saying nothing.]

[heinously]

[ Clever move; one that he would have easily paid no mind to, if it weren't for the expression that accompanied it. What gives him pause is that knowing stare, that disquieting glower as if he were asserting some personal stand, as if he knew his name.

It stops Albel in spite of himself. That wasn't a bearing for any brat of three of four years, even the war-hardened ones of his home country. A measured mile or two from the alleyways where he stood led to the great mouth of the more interesting parts of the Fire Sector -- these grittier corridors were hardly the place for childplay. He considers nudging the boy north, but thinks better of it. Somehow he couldn't see him knocking a ball around with sticks in the square.

So Albel eyes him, slow and calculating. ]

Didn't you hear me? Or did your mother give you the boot? [ They couldn't seize children alone, could they? Of what use could they possibly be? ]

[justlittle]

[No one ever said Bean couldn't commit.]

No sir, sorry sir. [He can't play it off like he's a native. The guy has to know he's one of the captives, he's been brought here for some reason. He doesn't want him to think he's run off from anyone. He walks along in the opposite direction, head down, hands in pockets. He doesn't turn to see if he's being followed.]

[heinously]

[ As the boy heads up the darkened street, Albel shoots him a peculiar look over his armored shoulder.

Weird little urchins. No matter where he went in the universe, they always seemed to make an appearance one way or another. With a spark of annoyance, Albel gives a noncommittal grunt and turns a heel. ]