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

Satoshi Hiwatari | DNAngel | Option 2

[ex_fatalist246]

[It's a grocery store. You appear to be mostly done shopping. A young man with an reserved (or tired?) and mature demeanour approaches. He is holding three loaves of sliced white bread.] There's a discount if we approach the checkout together.

[As far as emotionless and uninflected monotony goes, the proposition (such that it is) ranks up there.]

[flamesfanned]

[Hey look, it's a redhead with his arms full of groceries -

And have a confused look.]

Uh... Aren't you getting anything else?

[ex_fatalist246]

[A redhead? Satoshi has made a terrible mistake.

More linefacing emotionlessness.] This is fine.

[He has more at home. Like instant ramen. And instant curry. But actually saying this would be so many more words.]

[flamesfanned]

[A redhead. Ember's face says that that is not fine, you idiot, you're going to starve, which is a good indicator that Satoshi has edged dangerously close to activating the sass.]

You can't even make decent toast with that! At least get butter or something. Cinnamon. Jam. Ringing a bell?

[ex_fatalist246]

[The lineface comes harder. NO ONE TELLS HIM HOW TO LIVE HIS LIFE EXCEPT HIS DNA maybe that wasn't the best counterargument.

But he is unflinching in the face of a redheaded mother.] I have things at home.

[He does have butter at home. Not so much with the cinnamon or jam. Making lunch is effort.]

[flamesfanned]

[Satoshi you're talking to the guy who makes sure Sync eats. Star for effort though.]

Gee, I wonder why I don't believe that.

[Lunch isn't that difficult! Breakfast is harder. You have to cook while you're only half-awake.]

[ex_fatalist246]

[Mild irritation. Milder than how Asbel likes his curry.]

It's fine if you don't.

[Three guesses who doesn't eat breakfast.]

[kunstlied]

[Argentine tugs on his sleeve.]

...Creator, you require more to eat than bread.

[He holds up a roll of sausages.]

[ex_fatalist246]

[Oh. Argentine.

He knew it was a mistake to give Argentine to the Niwa.

He pushes his glasses up his nose.]

I have more at home.

[kunstlied]

A balanced diet requires full meals.

[Now he holds up a bag of oranges.

Where is this food coming from?

Painting magic.]

[ex_fatalist246]

[...How did that get into Argentine's hands?

Maybe Satoshi accidentally restored powers to him that Satoshi did not know he had.]

Can you cook?

[kunstlied]

I can prepare tea.

[ex_fatalist246]

All right. [He goes to the aisle with tea bags and picks up a box. This he hands to Argentine.

It's not loose leaf tea because that's an extra step.] We can get this.

[Don't ask how that somehow ended up a 'we.']

[cruxified]

[Kratos looks strangely mundane. It must be the little plastic basket he's carrying. His has more than bread-- there's milk, eggs, cereal, steak, and some other things.

He glances at the sign, then at Satoshi.]

Is that all you're buying?

[ex_fatalist246]

[An adult redhead. The most dangerous kind of redhead. Rocking the domestic look there, Kratos.

As for Satoshi, he nods.] It is.

[Direct question, direct answer. Mission accomplished.]

[cruxified]

[Wow, this kid talks even less than he does. That's a feat.]

That isn't a proper meal, [he murmurs.] Are you unable to cook?

[ex_fatalist246]

[Pause. Decision not to respond to first sentence.]

I can cook a bit. [Kansai-style soba and deep-fried tofu.]

[cruxified]

[Give this kid a fucking award.]

Without spices, eggs, or condiments?

[Kratos sighs. He sets the carton of eggs on top of Satoshi's load.]

I'll pay for it. Just take them.

[ex_fatalist246]

[There are now eggs in his arms.

He looks up at Kratos with that same (untalkative) lack of passion.]

Thanks, but I have things at home.

[warmed]

Well, then!

[ Armed with a modest basket himself, some noodlebody's loitering towards the shopfront as he considers last potential purchases -- and then his attention shifts from food to prey.

Which is to say: Fai smiles. ]

Hmmmmm -- how are your arms?

[ex_fatalist246]

[What. (Note to self: increase efforts to go through life minimizing contact with blonds.) Satoshi looks at the person before him.]

They're fine.

[He will not ask why Fai asked. Fai presumably is going to tell him.]

[warmed]

Not much easier to overburden than the usual set of arms, then?

[ Only a little theatrical in his peering, though he keeps out of Satoshi's space. ]

Is there another discount on the bread?

[ex_fatalist246]

That's right.

[Well. Fai seems sufficiently not horrible. Personal space is nice!]

I don't think so . . .

[warmed]

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

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

Have you been here long?

[ex_fatalist246]

[He is sure he didn't make an offer. But he isn't going to tell Fai that he is incorrect about it. He'll just go along with whatever.]

A couple of days. [Which means none of the side-effects of being an unsociable loser have kicked in yet, yay! He could give Fai more to work off as far as responses go but gregariousness is not a gift he was handed by the gods.]