Test Drive Meme - November Edition

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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, GO GO GO.......

Here's some prompts to help you get started, if you need it:

Option 1

[Wherever you were, whatever you were doing, it doesn't matter. All it takes is blinking, or stepping into a dark room before the lights are turned on. Anything to obscure your vision for a moment. Just a moment, but in that moment, a pull is felt, and suddenly, you are elsewhere. Just where that 'elsewhere' happens to be is something that needs to be figured out. It appears to be a busy city, though, so it shouldn't be too hard finding anyone at all! Feel free to explore, try to find answers, or just take a moment to catch your breath. Whatever it was that pulled you to this place left you feeling a tad disoriented.]

Option 2

[Though the temperatures have been remarkably warm for the beginning of the season, the humidity has finally given way to a crisp, cool feeling in the air that is far more refreshing to those not used to a tropical or sub-tropical 'fall'. All of the stock is being rotated out of the Mall and Marketplace by the dutiful shop keepers - the bright colors and shorter cuts of summer clothing being replaced by the more muted, richer earth tones and the long sleeves of the proper season. In celebration of the start of the equivalent of 'fall' in the city, all the stores are holding a special - should you wish to purchase any new clothes for the shifting season and arrive at the counter with a friend, you get a discount! Perhaps you should find someone to purchase your items with...?]

Option 3

[There is practically no warning for the change in the weather. One moment, the air is crisp and cool, and the skies only have a few clouds. The next moment, the skies have darkened and the clouds up above have opened up into a steady, unrelenting rainfall. Luckily, there seem to be a number of small shelters erected at even intervals along the streets. There seems to be enough room under those shelters for two to three people to stand - perhaps there's even someone standing under one now, waiting for the rain to pass. At least you'll have someone to talk to while you wait out the rain!]

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

[littlewhitelies]

[At the moment, M'gann is just on errands, and on foot. All of which gets placed on hold the second she hears a voice. Could this mean...Is it time for HELPING? The answer must be yes, since she just looks so damn eager as she spins around and gives a nod. Maybe she's in civilian clothing, but she can still do her job!]

"Sure! I'm not busy yet with anything," [Later this evening? It might be a different story, but for now she's available and looking plenty enthusiastic.] "What are you looking for?"

[And the second question, unsaid, is can M'gann herself actually give directions that DON'T involve being in the air?]

[wurstisyettocome]

[Prussia backs off a little so he can see Canada really. And yep, looks cold and wet to the German nation, which isn't awesome. Nope, not leaving a friend in the rain]

Come on. Lets go somewhere drier! [he holds the umbrella over both of their heads]

[phoenixashe]

Oh, hey, thanks a lot. Um, hi. I'm Ashe, I'm brand new, and though I think I'm over most of my freakout I've still managed to get myself lost. [She offers a sheepish grin.]

Well, you see, the problem is, I'm trying to get established, and I have an apartment, but no job. Regular jobs don't suit me, but I'm a massage therapist back home. If I had the right equipment I could just set up shop in my apartment. But to do that I'd need a small loan and permission to do the home business thing. So...is there a bank here, or a small business administration or something?

[wontbite]

Huh. Well. That works. "Just do what smaller cats do and scentmark people." He turns into his tigerform to illustrate and nudges against the younger cat in passing.

Once they get that you're friendly I imagine you'll get plenty of pettings.

[ex_shadowstep567]

He recoils very slightly when the man shifts intoo the form of a tiger, who was easily twice, or three times his size. Once it's made clear that it's a friendly encounter, he returns the sentiment with a chuffing and a face rub.

Rrrrrr.

"I knew it."

Option 3 | Y'akeno Lhea (Archer Adventurer) | Final Fantasy XIV: A Realm Reborn

[ofsongandstrings]

[ During her time within the deserts of Thanalan, she'd grown accustomed to the freak sandstorms. You could say that she was even used to the sudden windstorms while she was practicing her arcane skills in La Noscea.

The sudden rainshowers and thunderstorms in her chosen city-state? Nooooot so much.

Ears flattening against her skull, the archer ducked under the first shop awning and shuddered. Cold and rainy. This was the most absolutely purrrrfect combination. Not. Though she does apologize if she accidentally bumped into you in her search for cover. ]

[littlewhitelies]

"A massage-?"

[She doesn't mean to parrot things, but she's never really met someone who does that before. Neither can M'gann prevent the curious look that crosses her face, though at least she can switch it out for a thoughtful expression, quick enough. She just has to think back, review what all she's seen, and...]

"Okay, let me think...Banks, banks...No one's attempted to rob one yet, as far as I know, so-"

[...Well. She didn't intend to have that slip out; nothing for it but to keep talking over it.]

"S-so I think...The second district? That's where all the administration is, that's probably where the banks are as well."

!! Eeeeeeh, an o!WoD Mage! ♥ Sorry for the lack of icons, btw

[starwhisper]

[Unfortunately, someone looks (and feels) just as lost as you do.

That someone is also a drow in medieval-looking leather armor and a longsword sheathed at her hip, so make of that what you will.] Ah... I am afraid that we are in a similar predicament, then.

[Confused drow is confused. And lost. This is not Baldur's Gate.]

[starwhisper]

[There's a figure in a navy blue cloak under the same awning, pulling the soaked fabric close around her in a futile effort to stay warm.

Yeah. Like a soaked cloak will work.

The figure shivers, and makes note of her sudden companion. The voice that comes from under said cloak is female, and her tone is one of mild irritation and... some almost-hidden confusion.] For both our sakes, I pray this weather ends swiftly.

[What. She's never seen a... 'whatever you are' before.]

[ofsongandstrings]

[ At least cloth is better than leather and chainmail. At least, that is what she thinks.

She looks to her new companion in not taking pleasure of the wet, blinking for a moment as she is not used to hearing something different but still understanding. Nor is she fully used to duskwights (or who appear to have the telltale signs of dark grey skin and white hair) being so...civil. Aka not pointing a lance at some hapless whelp.

This is a welcomed change. ]

Aye, t'would be prrrefferable.

[ Yes. You heard that tribal lisp correctly. ]

[starwhisper]

[True enough - cold metal would be unbearable, and she's grateful that her cloak has kept her own leather armor from being soaked through.

She pauses. That lisp was... dare she even think it, almost adorable. The not-quite-purr lisp n combination with the very prominent feline ears and tail that her companion is sporting, a person with a lesser will or level of self control would be hard-pressed to clamp down on the urge to 'pet the kitty'.

Thankfully, she is not among their number. ... Nor is she a child, who would also be hard-pressed to resist trying to reach up and scratch those prominent ears.

At least her companion is being civil. Or at least, isn't questioning her cloak or other choices in attire.

... now, the hard part. Small talk. Her tone takes on a lighter feel, almost humorous.] Much as I detest this cold rain, I do not mind the cloud cover. I can see the path in front of me without getting dizzy.

[The drawbacks of being part of a race that can see heat signatures and is used to pitch darkness - she'll always see better at night than during daylight hours.]

[ofsongandstrings]

[ Were she not cold, she would likely be slightly embarrassed about her country-girlness showing slightly. Yet owing to the small talk, she does relax slightly. ]

I take it ye've rrrarely left yer caverns?

[ She simply smirks a little, knowing that her race's Keeper cousins have a similar problem outside of the forest's shade... ]

I jest, of courrrse...

[starwhisper]

On the contrary - I've lived on the surface for two decades now. [Though she is attempting to keep her own tone light, there's some audible strain there.

A light laugh, and she continues on.] One does not simply go from detecting the heat signatures of the living to the brightness of the sun's light so easily.

[She'd thought she would burn alive, that first day in the sun.]

[madeofclay]

She backs away, though, worried and scared. Her eyes are on the clouds, and her worry over dissolving. Besides, she doesn't know what to make of strangers still. Strange green people who are suddenly asking her things. It's her first time talking to someone who isn't Robin, and it's...

She needs to get under cover before something bad happens.

[ofsongandstrings]

Ah, I see. [ Color her surprised. ] We Seekers learrrn to rrrevere the sun rrrays as kittens, though Keepurrs have a similar prrroblem when lacking shade durrring the day.

[ At least you did not nearly stub a toe in your first dungeon like that hyur who didn't know to flash his dagger in the face of an orobon. ]

Re: Option 3 | Y'akeno Lhea (Archer Adventurer) | Final Fantasy XIV: A Realm Reborn

[banishga]

[Given that it's Prishe? She's probably the one who bumped into you.]

[hamburgerhero]

Yeah... but it's France. Everyone expects that sort of stuff from that guy.

:D No problem!

[phoenixashe]

[Ashe blinks, then smiles sympathetically. Being lost away from Earth is disorienting and troubling, but at least she has some experience with it wandering the spirit world.]

Oh hey. When did you get in? I've been around enough hours to learn some stuff, but not enough to get me where I'm going.

Option 3 ~ Aqua ~ Kingdom Hearts

[humility]

[she heard it before she felt it; a soft pap on the awning of the stand she had been browsing at, shortly followed by a small impact on the top of her head.

Aqua hadn't even had time to look up inquiringly with her hand held out before the sky opened on top of her. she swallows a yelp, covering her head with her billowing sleeves and heading for the shelter of a paltry, threadworn awning over an old and dusty storefront nearby.

she likes rain - but she likes having some warning to be able to enjoy it. oh well. with a small sigh, she just starts wiping off the wet and shaking off her shoes. maybe she should have bought an umbrella...]

Raneilin Ko'Nadur | Dungeons and Dragons OC

[starwhisper]

Option 2
[The sheer variety of garments on display was mind-boggling. All manner of sizes and styles - many of which she didn't recognize at that - and in so many colors.

The colors. The fabrics. She was used to deep, rich colors in fabrics such as cotton being luxury items. Only the truly wealthy could afford the cost, what with dyes being as expensive as they were and cotton being a very labor-intensive product.

Yet here, there was so much of that same fabric, and in such colors! And not only cotton, but strange tunic-like garments in what could only be a knit wool, pants in some of the strangest styles she has ever laid eyes on.

It was almost too much to take in. The dazed, overwhelmed look on her face spoke volumes.] Where to even begin...?

[It wasn't as if she didn't have the coin, after all.]

[ofsongandstrings]

[ welcome to the club, because there is another girl standing under the same awning whose fur is all ruffled from trying to dry off as much as possible from the sudden downpour. though at least you were able to swallow the yelp. she was not so lucky. ]

...never get used to this.

[ at least she seems friendly. ]

[humility]

[whoops, didn't notice you there. Aqua perks up and straightens, smiling politely and starting with a friendly:]

Pretty sudden--

[or. well. she would have finished that sentence, but there's a rather distracting feature. the ears, obviously. Aqua stares a little, despite herself.]

--wasn't it? [she manages to finish, still absent-mindedly wringing out one of her skirts]

[phoenixashe]

Oh yeah. Basically anyone with an endoskeleton can use one now and again. The muscles, joints, ligaments, skin all benefit from a good rubdown. [Especially if it's done by someone who can double as an energetic healer.] It's especially important for people who work hard physically, have disabilities or are getting older. [She continues talking, gesturing animatedly. Despite her disorientation she's smiling and seems fairly well at ease.]

And here, if people need physical contact to feel okay even more than usual, a massage therapist can do that without any real stranger-awkwardness. Because hey, it's my job! [She spreads her hands.]

[The bit about robbing banks does get her attention.] Well, that's good to know. My entire world is kind of a rough neighborhood. I can look after myself and others okay, but I prefer to do that in more peaceful ways.

Oh! All right. I must have gotten turned around. It happens to me sometimes. Back home I spend a lot of time in an environment which has some spatial rules that are different from ordinary ones, so when I'm someplace relatively normal I can get a bit lost.

[wontbite]

Daimon plops down on the grass just off the path. He has a multifaceted and very sparkly jewel on a gold chain around his neck that did not change, and it shimmers in the sun. He dabs a paw at the young one. Yeah, well, I'm as much tiger as I am man, dietary habits and pacifism aside. I have a bit of a trick I can use to help people realize we don't mean any harm. You...don't mean any harm, do you?

[ex_shadowstep567]

And he paws back, pushing his paw into the tiger's nose.

"Depends. Are you a badguy? Because I usually mean harm to badguys." He flops onto his belly, flicking his tail at the tiger, looking him over. His eyes fall onto the jewel and rumbled. Isn't that a pretty little thing?

His first impulse was to take it, but as he turns his head to the tiger's size, his flicks his ears back, rumbling under his breath.