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.]

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Richard | Tales of Graces | #4

[oathwalk]

[Richard has kept to himself on a physical level since arriving. You don't just go around touching people you don't know. He has been sociable enough, which has meant a few handshakes here or there, maybe a touch on the shoulder, but other kinds of physical contact? Not so much.

And so, some time into his arrival here, Richard is just minding his own business walking down a street when he suddenly starts to feel dizzy. He stops in his tracks and presses a hand to his head.

Okay, no, this isn't good. Richard finds the nearest park bench and sits down. This will probably pass in a few minutes, so he should just rest here and not trouble anyone with it. Good plan? Great plan!]

[flamesfanned]

[Hey look, Richard, it is a concerned stranger. Who happens to be carrying a sack full of groceries in his arms, but that's ok. Ember will put them on the bench next to Richard to put a hand on the guy's shoulder.]

Hey, you okay?

[Shit, sick person, what do what do.]

[oathwalk]

[Richard glances up at Ember. He had no desire to concern others, so he instantly feels bad about it and feels the need to reassure the stranger.]

No, I'm quite all right. Just a little light-headed for a moment. It's probably the sun.

[flamesfanned]

You sure? Because I always thought people were kidding when they described someone as looking green.

[Spoilers, Richard, you look really bad. Even if your prettiness balances it out somewhat. Ember keeps his hand where it is.]

Come on, you should get off the street, at least.

[oathwalk]

[For some reason, he feels a little better now. Richard hesitates, considering saying this and brushing the stranger off, but he doesn't feel entirely better. The dizziness still lingers, and he is wary of what might happen if he is struck down by it even worse.

Perhaps it's for the best to rely on this person for now?]

I... thank you. That's very kind.

[flamesfanned]

It's not a problem.

[The sack of groceries is completely out of his mind at this point. Instead, Ember straightens, offering a hand (and, if needed, a shoulder) to help Richard get wherever he needs to go.]

[oathwalk]

[Richard accepts the hand with a smile and pulls himself up.]

Oh, your bag. Please allow me to help you.

[He reaches over to pick up the bag of groceries because that's what you do when you're feeling sick and someone offers to help you: you offer to carry their stuff.

No, he really wouldn't have lived past twelve without Lambda, and not just because of the assassination attempts.]

[flamesfanned]

What?

[In his eagerness to help, he really had forgotten the bag entirely.]

Don't be stupid, you're still sick!

[Basically as soon as Richard has his hands on the bag, Ember is trying to take it from him. What a good team.]

[oathwalk]

[This team is incompetent.

Richard has to let go, because he is sick and no one ever taught him how to play tug of war. He feels bad about it, though. He had wanted to be helpful.]

I suppose you're right. [He remembers to sound grateful for Ember's kindness and a little apologetic for his mistake, rather than sounding of put out about being helpless and useless. Richard just moves on with it, knowing a lost battle when he sees it.] Were you headed to the residences?

[flamesfanned]

[Shut up this team is great. Ember adjusts the bag a bit so that he still has one arm free, just in case Richard winds up needing more support on the way back.]

Yeah, I think this is probably enough shopping for now. You should probably head back, too.

[oathwalk]

I think I'll have to follow your advice. [He knows his limits. He sometimes tries to ignore them, but he knows them, and he needs to go rest somewhere.]

[flamesfanned]

Let's get going, then.

[And as they walk, he'll be keeping an eye on Richard just in case the guy starts to look sick again.]

[protectus]

[Awful plan.]

[Or at least mostly ineffective, given that even from a distance it's fairly obvious Richard's not feeling too well. Or at least obvious enough for Asbel to take notice. He slows at the sight, then makes his way over to the bench.]

Richard?

[oathwalk]

Asbel?

[Richard glances up. Because it's Asbel, he relaxes. He feels no obligation to bury weaknesses around such a friend.]

I'm feeling a little dizzy; that's all. I fear it may be the sun having its effect on me.

[protectus]

[He's still looking a little concerned. Hadn't the people here mentioned something about dizziness when they first arrived?]

[Nevertheless, Asbel will offer his friend a smile.]

Then maybe we'd better find some shade. Can you stand up?

[oathwalk]

[Richard remembers the warning. He just is under the misguided belief that the occasional handshakes and the incidental touches of daily interaction are enough to deal with the problem.

Tales of Morons.

A touch of wryness comes into Richard's smile.] I think I can manage at least that much. Let's just try to avoid cliffs. [See? He's fine. He's joking about his habit of falling off things and everything.

The world turns when he gets to his feet, but he grabs the park bench and it passes after a moment.] It's times like these I'm grateful that Windor is a more temperate climate than Strahta.

[demonicbookworm]

_{[When Ruca sees a person who is not feeling well or apparently could use some help what does he do? He walks up to them with a worried look and tries to help them, of course!]}

E-excuse me... _{[Except he's not good at talking to people.]} A-are you okay?

[oathwalk]

[Richard glances up at Ruca when he is approached. He did not mean to concern anyone else, though of course he appreciates the kindness. The boy seems a little awkward, but Richard smiles at him with warm gratitude and speaks to put him at ease.] I'm fine, thank you. Just a little light-headed, probably the sun.

[demonicbookworm]

_{[Despite Richard's words and smile, Ruca's nervousness about speaking to a stranger doesn't vanish completely. A small frown appears on his face as well. He suspects that the sun alone is not the cause here, but he doesn't say anything about it.]}

I-in that case... perhaps it would be best to find a shaded place?

[oathwalk]

[Richard will just keep calm and hope that helps Ruca.] That may be for the best. [He's tired, but his eyes scan the street and he spots, further down, a nice, leafy-tree to sit under.] And I have an idea what will serve the purpose.

[demonicbookworm]

_{[Ruca also notices the spot as his gaze follows Richard's.]}

...If you... need help to get there...

_{[Well, he's always willing to help! A bit hesitantly he offers his hand to Richard.]}

[oathwalk]

[Richard might have insisted he is fine, so as not to trouble Ruca, but a hand was offered. So he accepts it with a grateful smile and pulls himself up.] Thank you. It's very kind of you.

[demonicbookworm]

_{[Ruca helps him up and smiles at him awkwardly. He replies hurriedly:]}

N-not at all!... Anybody would do the same...

[oathwalk]

Does 'anybody' have a name? Mine is Richard.

[demonicbookworm]

Ah... _{[He nods, bashful.]} ...I'm Ruca. Ruca Milda. It's nice to meet you, Richard.