Test Drive Meme!

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Welcome to the Rekindle Test Drive! Trying to see if a character will fit or work in the setting? Need some interaction samples? Well this meme is for you! Make a post, tag around, and most importantly, have fun! Here's the setting page for those who want to learn a little more about the city itself. Then don't forget to go reserve your character in a week when they open. Here's some prompts to help you get started, if you need it:

Option 1

[The midsummer heat is still in full swing. But that's okay - enterprising residents on the riverbanks are renting out innertubes for you to float along the cool waters in. The catch? They're innertubes for two, and you're sharing with the person ahead of/behind you in line! Get nice and cozy, you two.]

Option 2

[There's something odd about some of the shops in the third district. There doesn't seem to be any pattern - it's something that can be found in all sorts of establishments. But if you see the twin daisy sign in the window, it turns out that you can get a discount when making a purchase with someone else. It could be someone you know, or someone new entirely, but so long as you both reach the checkout at the same time, you get the discount - a pretty substantial one too! So hey, look and see if there's anyone else shopping with you! Could be a great way to stretch the allowance you've been given.]

Option 3

[Even if there are no children among the natives, it doesn't stop the adults from being a little immature - or maybe the heat's just getting to them. If you glance around, you might notice almost-hidden baskets of water balloons, tucked under benches and against trash cans... If you didn't notice, though, it might be an awful surprise when one hits the back of your head. And when you whip around to look - well, it's probably not immediately obvious who the culprit is. Will you brush it off, yell and scream, or take revenge on the town at large?]

Option 4

[Whoops. Looks like you haven't taken the cautionary words of the other NPCs to heart, or maybe you just wanted to take your chances. Either way, the withdrawal symptoms have started and you need to find someone to hug quickly before you get even more sick.]

Option 5

[If there's something else you wanted to play with, that you didn't see here, then have fun with that. You've just arrived in a strange city, after all. There's got to be plenty to explore out and about, not to mention people to meet.]

Comments

[flamesfanned]

[No bets on that one, but don't tell Ember. A healthy breakfast is an important part of the day!]

You know, the starving artist thing isn't actually so glamorous. You kind of wind up hungry a lot.

[And on that note he's going to start piling stuff from his arms into your, sorry, Satoshi. There's chicken and potatoes and butter and cheese in your load now, plus a bottle of some kind of sauce.

(but Ember is keeping the shrimp.)]

[ex_fatalist246]

[pause]

I don't know how to make anything with sausages.

[cruxified]

Your attitude and relatively small purchase leads me to believe that you do not have enough at home to make a proper meal.

You lack even a grocery list.

[ex_fatalist246]

I'm not an artist.

[...Yes, Satoshi. That's the part you respond to.

For his part, he just passively stands there and lets Ember dump food into his arms. He has no idea what to do with most of this, but a person is doing the thing and Satoshi has decided it's not worth it to argue.]

carlos (the scientist) | welcome to night vale (slightly au) | 5

[badhaircut]

[ there's definitely a skinny little hispanic guy in a labcoat and glasses around town today, and he appears to be taking notes where he goes. he also appears to be faintly distressed, and keeps offering furtive glances over his shoulder, or up at the sky, or in the direction of various shops. he also uses his pen very, very gingerly, as if afraid it might explode or someone might yell at him for it.

he's been in night vale too long, really, and carlos keeps expecting the sheriff's secret police to show up. (pretty much everything is illegal in night vale, after all.)

to be honest, he's also a little bit.. lonely, maybe. which is weird, since he's surrounded by people. but none of those people are cecil. in fact, none of these people are even remotely like cecil, and this place isn't like night vale, and maybe he should be grateful for something vaguely resembling normality, but.. well. after dating an eldritch horror that moonlights as a charming radio host for a few months, it's amazing how your perception of what's 'normal' changes. ]

[kunstlied]

You put them in a pan.

[And then magic happens.]

[ex_fatalist246]

[another pause]

I don't have pans.

[So. They get them?]

[flamesfanned]

[...Fucking really, kid.]

The emphasis was more on the starving part.

[Luckily Ember will let him do without the heavy sack of rice. A box of pasta goes onto the load, though.]

...You need a basket.

[kunstlied]

[Yes.]

The Niwa have pans.

[Pause.]

You can put bread in them, too.

[This is very convincing.]

[ex_fatalist246]

[Bread? In pans?]

Huh.

[Weird.]

[kunstlied]

Will you eat them?

[ex_fatalist246]

I guess.

[It's possible that will happen. He has spare time now. He guesses he could try to cook sausages.]

[kunstlied]

[Bread, sausage and tea. That seems like a meal. Though it lacks all the other food the Niwa eat.

Argentine grabs a bag of rice while they look for pans.]

...That pan looks suitable for you.

[ex_fatalist246]

[Accurately deduced right there.]

I have enough for soba. [That isn't even defensive. It's the most apathetically given counterpoint ever.

And he was only out for bread. So he doesn't need a list! Not bothering to say that though.]

I can pay.

[So. He will buy the eggs. And then have eggs and bread.]

[ex_fatalist246]

[At this point he is sort of covered in stuff. He looks towards the baskets. He tries to decide if he can put all of this into the basket without breaking something.

He decides that is a no.]

I can't hold one like this.

[flamesfanned]

That's why you put things in the basket.

[Setting down the bag of rice and his shrimp to rearrange ur shit. Look he fit everything but the bread in there. Magical. A jar of strawberry jam gets in there somehow too.]

[cruxified]

If you live on bread and soba, then it's no wonder your stature is lacking.

[You can make french toast, Satoshi! Unless you don't have a motherfucking PAN IN YOUR HOUSE.]

[ex_fatalist246]

Thanks.

[He picks up the basket. He sort of pauses. Strawberry jam? Huh. That might be nice on toast.

All right, stuff gotten.]

Is that all?

[ex_fatalist246]

[The pan is extremely expensive, decorated in ornate engravings. It is the prettiest, most elegant pan in the whole store.]

All right.

[He picks it up. They now have a pan.]

[kunstlied]

[Hurray Creator approves :|b

There is probably more they need but he will consult with the Niwa child later for what foods are required.

For now, there is a question that has plagued him.]

...What is a discount?

[flamesfanned]

...You really have no idea how to take care of yourself.

[Come on kid we need to get vegetables for your skinny, 90s anime ass. No carrots.]

[ex_fatalist246]

[...Well. Argentine is making sure he gets one?]

I'm not worried about my height.

[Because he's going to die before he's finished growing! :D]

[ex_fatalist246]

[Oh. Right.]

It's when they charge you less money than usual for the same thing.

[Human lessons with Satoshi!]

[ex_fatalist246]

I've lived alone for years.

[Therefore, he can take care of himself. On the grounds that he isn't dead yet.]

[warmed]

Well -- it's certainly a kind offer to make!

[ sparkling like the very best of non-horrible people. ]

Have you been here long?