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 [While the days grow longer and warmer and the older, oriental-style of the city would normally make one think that the interiors would not be much in the way of relief from the hot sun, it may surprise the guest to see that the apartments the natives have allocated for them are surprisingly comfortable. In fact, the only modern convenience they may be missing is a television set! At least, outside the media floor on the first floor of Building One - the first of four inter-connected buildings. In fact, each apartment building seems to have at least one different amenity on the first floor. In Building Two they seemed to even spare a library in another that seems to have the basics and some information packets that are otherwise found in the Welcome Center in District 2. There are even a few restaurants and common dining areas in the Building Three that are open until late at night, and meeting areas and a ballroom on the first floor in Building Four, perfect for setting up small parties or big events. With the locals gone save those who work in the restaurants and the one librarian, leaving you to your own devices, what will you do? What mysteries could be left to discover in this place?] Option 2 [With summer coming, the water level in the river is starting to go down, exposing some of the beach. The Riverside Shack is open late, and its restaurant is pulling out all the stops and offering seafood specials (even though a river is a far cry from an ocean). The rental store, meanwhile, is finally bringing out more of its swimming supplies, inner tubes and pool noodles, and a calmer stretch of the river has been roped off with buoys for swimming. They even have lifeguards chairs set up. Clearly this sort of thing used to be an annual event. It's not quite an ocean beach (quite different actually), but there's still plenty of chance to have fun in the water. Or teach someone to swim, perhaps.] Option 3 [If you're more inclined to explore or learn, the City's Learning Center might be more to your tastes. There certainly seems to be a lot going on here - there's laboratories and libraries and workshops, and plenty of communal areas where you can meet and talk with people. The natives seem pretty absorbed with their studies and work, though they're polite in brushing you off, at least. Perhaps you'll have more luck seeing what other Guests such as yourself have discovered?] 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

[lavenderglasses]

How generous of you. But I'm sure others could be convinced to try it.

[and he's very good at "convincing" others to do what he wants. nice to know that this one would do it willingly if needed, but it does seem like a waste to risk someone who can actually manage to think of these things on his own.]

[goldcomplex]

[So the stranger thinks he's better off not volunteering. How interesting. Artemis will definitely have to talk to him more once he's gotten properly settled in the city. A public space like a library isn't always the safest place to chat.]

Oh? And are you volunteering to convince these people?

[lavenderglasses]

I can certainly try. I've been told I'm very persuasive.

[he can't say either way how likely it is that intentionally going without any physical contact will actually cause any harm, but he's rather find someone a bit more suited to that risk. more expendable, at least.]

[goldcomplex]

[That kind of tone almost reminds Artemis of fairies using mesmer on humans. But it's a bit of a stretch, and as far as he can tell, this man appears to be human.

It raises a dozen other questions, particularly if this land has its own magic or strange creatures. He may have to walk around and explore after all. If only he hadn't used up the small bit of fairy magic he stole a year ago; then he could finds answers to that easily.]

Well, I'll let you try it, then. Do keep me updated.

[He extends a hand.] Also - my name is Artemis Fowl.

[lavenderglasses]

[appearances can be deceiving. you should know that by now.]

It's nice to meet you, Artemis. [there's no such thing as greek myth where he comes from, so not so much as a raised eyebrow about that name. he's all sweet smiles instead, taking that hand with a firm but gentle grip -- absolutely a politician's handshake.] My name is Saralegui.

[goldcomplex]

[Fair point.

Artemis is all business in his handshake, though he seems to pause for a moment. There's a strange feeling when they connect hands, and Artemis almost wants to say he feels a little calmer. He must just be surprised at himself for making a new friend so easily. The feeling lingers just a bit when he pulls his hand away.] And the same to you.

[lavenderglasses]

[goddammit artemis you are way too smart to be leaving anything to coincidence, you antisocial little jerk.

saralegui, at least, has no issues about touching others so he's already experimented with this a decent amount. he's not quite so touchy-feely as some people he knows though, so while he isn't surprised, he makes no attempt to draw the contact out regardless of the pleasant feelings it creates. besides, that would be doing exactly what they want him to, and he's just contrary enough to be uncooperative.]

I suppose you'll want to do your own research now? Have fun. [and he stands up, leaving the other books he'd pulled out where they are on the table in case artemis felt like having a look.]

[alwaysloyal]

[The SS Agent will listen intently to the other girl's explanation over the situation. His gaze will turn to her hand before returning to her. A friendly (but slightly bashful) smile will reappear on his lips as he begins to remove the glove from his hand.]

Thank you very much... [Warily reaching for her own hand, Soushi could not help begin to wonder of the various ways to show his gratitude towards her. She has been great help to him, after all.] You are not only wise and strong, but very kind as well. I am in your debt. If there is any way I can be of help to you, then please do let me know.

[dontthesunlookgoodtoday]

[not from over here still, no.

though he could try. He just grins for the moment, fingers crunching up slightly in the sand.]

That's me all over. Gotta keep these skills sharp one way or another. Though somehow they don't seem to have picked up your name.

[dontthesunlookgoodtoday]

"Yeah? Is there some price on admission between those two?"

He doesn't grab him, not at this stage, but he sticks close enough to do so if it's absolutely needed- can't have this guy falling over on him, it'll be a pain to get him back up. And maybe ruin his reputation some, not that anyone here really knows him yet. Even if that would be a great moment to have, he still needs something to record it with.

Besides, when he reacts to realising Draven hasn't seen the cyclists (since clearly being dead isn't great on the reflexes), it's way easier to flashstep and yank someone who's standing than someone on the ground. Seriously, that'd just make it easier for him to be a speed hump. Some of the cyclists seem pretty startled by that whole encounter, swerving slightly to avoid someone who's not in that spot any more, but Davesprite doesn't give much of a shit. It's going to be fun enough explaining pulling Draven out of the way.

[drivenblades]

It takes Draven a worrying amount of time to figure out what to say. "No. But dying's a good start."

The flailing, choking, lucid part of him finds gladness even here - that he no longer sweats, that he has no blood to burn...maybe the nausea and physical weakness compound, then. It'd explain the world twisting and its new dress of varying yellows, at any rate. Alas, video humiliation evaded, Davesprite may need to rely on imagination and easily-wowed folk to preserve the exploit untaken.

The yanking's unexpected. Draven stumbles back, draws his broadsword, seeing only bright yellow blurs that shine white, but the blade weighs his hands like chains and he faces Davesprite.

"Will it be your life as well, you who denies me Heaven?"

Fun. Yep. The last cyclist pauses some twenty feet away, because he's pretty sure the zombies were supposed to rock out on Friday and what neat move did that other guy do? But he doesn't stay long - he has an unrepeatable soul-breaking underdog comeuppance to enact.

[backwordscompatible]

[Because that would go over fabulously.]

Zatanna.

And funny enough, I'm pretty sure I never managed to get yours either.

[dontthesunlookgoodtoday]

Damn. Well, as long as his personal memory banks don't fail him, it's immortalised forever. He can work from there.

Davesprite pulls back himself, automatically reaching for his own sword- it's probably not good enough to take a blow from that, but hell if he's going into something like this unarmed.

"The fuck are you talking about?" he demands, flicking the cyclist a quick look before the guy speeds off. Good for him, no one needs to get caught in whatever showdown is about to happen. His wings lift slightly, feathers raised. "Unless you're talking about getting you to the hospital meaning you don't get another shot at the afterlife rodeo, you're gonna need to talk more."

[dontthesunlookgoodtoday]

[it's a test! with really terrible consequences.]

Huh. Sounds good. It mean anything?

Davesprite. Sup. [picking up a hand to wave]

[backwordscompatible]

Not that I know of. I think it's a spin off the name of the original founder of Dianism, but that's about as much as I've ever gotten out of Dad.

[A shrug. At least name confusion wasn't much of a thing with her. Not many other Zatannas out there to get mixed up with.]

...Dave Sprite, huh? Like the drink?

[drivenblades]

It's the voice that shakes him. Not even the tone, divorced from those parched self-praises he knew and the face of light. Vast flared wings shrivel and fall away, take the light with them and Draven's posture slackens. The world hasn't left...half-believed it would.

"...I was hoping I was wrong." Draven pushes away his pride and hitches the blade back on his belt. His way of apologizing to a man, halfhearted as it is - he doesn't have the strength to do more. "I'm seeing what's not here now...the withdrawal's becoming a madness."

So yeah, he mistook Davesprite. Draven looks down the street, over a little, but the light, the yellows, remain as faint trailing sears.

"Let's keep going, then - we can't be far. Should you still wish to, you will hear on the way."

Draven explaining himself and his life story to strangers isn't weird for him at all. At home, though, it had more purpose - a warning, a challenge, another try that someone may care...but whether Davesprite chooses to listen is another story. Draven won't mind if he doesn't - it'll be partially coherent anyway.

[dontthesunlookgoodtoday]

Dianism, huh? There many practitioners, or is is just your family?

[he life his head.] Something like that, but with a better flow.
Pick me up, I'll help you work out where to go.

[…

…that sounded better in his head.]

[dontthesunlookgoodtoday]

He stays tense a few moments longer, then nods, accepting that, and puts his sword away. "That bad? Better get there fast." He pauses, watching Draven for a few moments, evaluating how he's walking, but Draven seems to think he can make it.

He nods instead, moves to catch up and keep pace. Just in case. "Sure. Fill me in on all the weird details, let's see how freaked out it can get."

As long as he's talking, he's keeping on, and it's reassuring in a way. Davesprite might not catch all of it, but he's happy to let Draven go on, maybe ask questions about a few points of interest here and there. Doesn't hurt to know someone else is there.

[backwordscompatible]

It's a feminist sect of Wiccan, so I can say for certain my dad never practice. Mom might've. I'm not sure. And I...dabble.

[She raised an eyebrow at the...um..."poem"?]

Say that again?

[drivenblades]

"I was speaking more metaphorically. Of Heaven."

More, but not wholly. Talk Draven does, mainly of promises broken and how much of a dick everyone is (with a notably softer hate directed at women) and how he'll see humanity worth more than the stage of war. Draven's pace fluctuates far less than his volume, and from time to time he looks at Davesprite, too, wonders just which one's real.

He's quiet when they reach the hospital. He's been quiet for a while, reflecting on how much he wouldn't have done if he hadn't felt so much. But aid's been given, and Draven never neglects it. Hand at the door, he looks at Davesprite.

"I'll go on. Key's yours while I'm here - put it in the eighth floor's cracked pillar when you're through."

The apartment key's shoved at him and Draven's through the door. It's true that each apartment has the basics - what's an ideal is everything else staying where it's intended to be. There are plenty of things that, by all accounts but one, shouldn't be in Draven's apartment. Part of the fun of being in a new place - shaking it up.


(OOC: And that can be it unless you want to wrap up. Thanks!)

[dontthesunlookgoodtoday]

Ladies' only section, huh?

[Actually, that… sort of makes sense. He thinks he remembers something…

…okay no hold that thought]

It's just to say, that ain't quite the way it is
Bottling up the carbon may give a real fizz
But if you're looking for that real satisfaction
To fill that beaker with more than just a caption
Seek out the source that gets some constant refilling
Sitting right there on support billing.

[dontthesunlookgoodtoday]

Davesprite raises his hand to take the key, surprised- he wouldn't have thought of it himself- and nods. "Sure. Guess I'll be seeing you around sometime, then." (Because what isn't interesting about someone like him, really.)

He is going to poke around Draven's apartment a bit, just to see how it differs, and also to make a few small adjustments- nothing too big, just to say that he was there. Other than that, everything's as he's asked, the key in the pillar whenever Draven gets back.

[[ooc: It's been cool! Thank you, too.]]

[backwordscompatible]

[Torn between amusement and wtf?]

If that's your way of serenading a girl, I gotta say...

Don't quit your day job.

[dontthesunlookgoodtoday]

[not the first time that's happened.]

Shit. Now what'm I going to tell the folks back home, they were counting on the money for the song.

[he flops back dramatically, which he is absolutely going to regret later when he's trying to get the sand out.]

[ryukyu_way]

Not if all their gonna do is hug me, useless affection crap.

[He will just glare daggers and look petulant here.]