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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justhugalready2013-05-14 01:12 am
oops 4 that'd probably help wouldn't it
fortunately, oswald isn't stupid. unfortunately, being touched isn't something he wants so he spends even longer going without, walking through the city and avoiding the shit out of natives until- until--
he spots that braid a mile away, all sorts of relieved and horrified he's here dragging himself through the streets and, he didn't seem the type.
and so oswald, in all his infinite wisdom (ha), calls out to him from where he is.] --Jack...?
oh, I'm sure I would have figured it out.
He stilled as only still water can be stilled, drudging up from the darkest murk of his soul the proper response, the right smile of absolute surprise. And with it firmly in place, he turned, pivoting on a heel that was dusty from the road and scuffed from where he's dragged his feet. His braid swayed and if it was a little duller then usual, well... Perhaps he's just been sleeping in a favored tree again. Not the streets and the alleys. Those memories were buried least they add to the pain of loss. He lived with that for too many years. This newest addition was far too cruel.
But, smiling, he swayed and then took a step forward and then two, his feet picking up as he hastened toward the brother of his love, his hope, his damnation. ]
Oswald!
[ he stopped a bear breath from that slender figure, his voice thin and whispy as he gave Oswald the once over before drawing him close. ]
I thought I was the only one here. Since when...
I WAS JUST MAKING SURE....
not... as expected from him, not really, and oswald is a couple different kinds of tense, body going rigged from the physical contact of someone who he does vaguely remember clinging. his arms kind of freeze in the air, hands locked in place, and he looks like the immovable statue he acts like.]
...a while. [simple answer, easy answer.] I didn't realize you were here either.
[but he definitely isn't wrapping his arms around jack, just sort of... letting them hang limply, what's going on, why—]
Are you all right?
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But he pulled back after a moment, drawing in a calm breath, feeling lighter then he had in a moment and cursing the feeling. But this was Oswald; he would take what he could get. ]
I'm fine. It must be the heat.
[ Or the chill or simply this place. But no worries. He'll adapt; he always did. Taking a step back, he gave Oswald a brief glance and then cleared his throat, seemingly amused. ] You look exactly as I remember. [ calm and in control. He hated that look. ]
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how. dumb. what are feelings, how does one coherently deal with them? (spoilers: by not dealing with them at all!) and so, finally:] ...or you could have been ignoring what you need to do to stay healthy.
[DID HE HIT THE NAIL ON THE HEAD OR DID HE HIT THE NAIL ON THE HEAD? it's not like he hasn't been doing the same thing though.]
Were you expecting me to look different?
[he's not as sick as jack, but he's. there. no half-assed hug on his part is going to help him with that, unfortunately.]
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Clear pools of stagnant water indeed. It was only Oswald that stirred him up, that made him hesitate. He disliked it. ]
Ah.... that's... I've been doing enough. [ and he had. Until now. Living required effort. But he deflected and with a gentle hand, took Oswald's in his own, removing it from his face lest temptation strikes. ]
And in this place, I thought perhaps you might wear something other then black.
[ excuses, all of it and the smile he gives Oswald is just as lame. He had never expected to see Oswald at all, never thought of him at all (just in passing, just every now and then and each second he had yearned for those quiet months at the Baskerville mansion). ]
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oswald's getting a liiittle bit tired of all of these strange occurrences and things.]
How much is 'enough', Jack? You didn't look like you were doing much at all— [other than... running over to him and giving him a good scoop up; he'd rather not have a repeat of this though, it's uncomfortable.
jack himself is someone who makes his skin crawl, so maybe he shouldn't be surprised. poor little terrified thing—]
—I've no reason to not wear what I please.
[thank you very much, he rather likes black and white and blood red wrapped all around him. that's the scheme of his bedroom too, not that he's letting jack anywhere near that. he honestly just doesn't have a reason to change it - he's not 'glen baskerville' yet (though he seriously doubts it'll change then either) and he has no reason to avoid darker colors or red), so.
he's keeping his color palette.]
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But blue would offset your eyes and there was a shop near here...
[ his voice trailed off as he turned, pondering the street signage and waiting for his heart to stop thumping. He had expected Oswald to pull away; it had gone according to his plan. But while he didn't mind that touch of cool fingers against his face, he craved more --
but she had taught him to ask why, why, why did he crave touch, crave contact, crave the feeling of skin against his own and warmth around his shoulders? Why? But he had no answer, and so he simply tilted his head back, catching Oswald's gaze. ] It's enough for now, since I have no intention of doing any of it. Don't you want to know what happens if you break all the rules?
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something tells him that maybe jack remembers more than he does. there have been cases of that, of course, that oswald has seen: people who come from different times in their world. maybe that's this and oswald just... came a little earlier, with a jack he knows was always frightened but still very fond of both he and lacie. it was strange - don't get him wrong, it gives him the creepy crawlies, he can't understand why jack doesn't keep away - but—
maybe he just expected too much from someone who has nothing to give but himself. oswald's gaze stays far off before he decides: jack had best run if he doesn't want to be touched. afterwards he can do whatever he pleases, but right now oswald's here and he'd be stupid if he let lacie's pet fall into a sick daze.]
I know what happens and I'd rather not watch this city burn. [when i've no control over it. his passions haven't smouldered out yet and he proves that so by reaching out to slide his hand along jack's braid. simple, little touches, fleeting things that he's capable of for a longer while.]
You don't like being sick, do you?
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But he was hardly so now with Oswald's gentle pull on his soul stretching out and stealing his senses, numbing them, coaxing them. ]
I never thought of sickness, one way or the other. Is it really such a terrible thing?
Ah! Unless you'd like me to take care of you when you're ill. I'd be honored.
[ He could coddle the Baskerville king, tuck him in to his bed and feed him his soup. His mistresses had enjoyed those moments, going so far as to feign illness for the gentle touch, the moments alone. And Jack had feigned illness to steal their interest. Healthy or ill, he did his job well. Liking had never mattered. ]
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still though, he brushes his fingers over the edge of jack's braid and slowly... slowly starts winding it around his hand (like a leash, jack, run while you still can), golden thread around a spindle, talking all the while:]
Though I've a feeling I won't be the one who needs to be taken care of here. [not at first. it's not a yes, not a no, just nothing. and then after a moment - halfway up, he lets his hand slide out from under his plait, watching it unfurl - he continues in his head, i won't be needing it, surviving is something i've been doing since...
a very long time ago. taking lacie away from their parents and living on the streets before the baskervilles took them in taught him more than he'd like about surviving.
it's why he leaves that hanging and slips his hand up to pass over jack's cheek again and push hair over his ear, touch warm (oswald the furnace) and lingering.]
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If it was a seduction he wanted, all he had to do was ask. It was familiar, a matter of due course. He had just never expected the next head of Baskerville to want what he had to offer. Perhaps he should have guessed, perhaps Jack should have known. He won't make that same mistake twice.
But, even so, he clung not to the hand that offered comfort, that offered an end to the fevered dreams and the nausea in his stomach. No, he clung to the words and the near deadpan delivery. ]
So you have suffered through it once before. [ Jack's voice was sharp even though his face was carefully neutral. ] Who did you find to cure it?
[ Jealous? Not at all. But Oswald was never one for overt affection. Whoever witnessed Oswald desperate and begging, well... Jack may just have to pay a visit. He had an eye collection in need of building. ]
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That's not really very important, [he starts, not taking his eyes off of jack, dropping his hand to take jack's, firm, serious hand holding right here. it's all little things really because he can't... bring himself to do the bigger things, jack seems really, really off - probably due to this place and something more important - and oswald doesn't like it, but that's what takes the heat off: little things over a prolonged period of time. oswald will never admit to doing anything more than this.] and certainly not anything you need to know.
[if he told jack some lovely woman with long black hair and blood red eyes took care of it, he might suspect that oswald's hiding lacie somewhere (hehe) and that's a little troublesome. besides, why would he want to know something like that? isn't oswald just trouble for him, as he so acting like now?
that doesn't matter to oswald. he's busy looking in the space between them, holding jack's hand so that he'll get his affection in because jack is a bullheaded punk who wants to go against the system, and after— after he can be on his way.]
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Carefully, slowly, Jack ducked his head down to look up into Oswald's eyes, seeking past the fringe that often covered them. ] It is important, if you haven't been taking care of yourself. We should look out for each other, after all, dear friend.
[ and then Jack smiled, partially closing his eyes in utter guilelessness. Nope, not the tiniest bit suspicious of what Oswald's keeping back from him. ]
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not that oswald would know who they are!
oswald lets jack duck close to see passed his fringe, but the most he does is close his eyes and close off anything he's feeling. excuse you, jack!] ...that doesn't mean you need to know who I found to cure my ache.
[the root of the problem of course is that he ached terribly and he doesn't want to ache again, no thank you.]
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[ but he easily shrugs away his mood, a particular knack that he had gained over years of self-proclaimed survival skills. Nothing can hurt you, if nothing can scar you. No, he was the element that worked on them, instead. ]
But you're right, it doesn't matter; not so long as we look out for each other. [ Jack stepped back, a tiny bit steadier on his feet, a tiny bit lighter. ] Thanks, old friend. I'm feeling much better. [ he's practically his old self. ]
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he has a terrible knack for that, oswald knows. he'd say it's more terrible than his knack to hang out in trees because he doesn't have to think about things, but that's not really so terrible. activities that liberate your mind and free you from thought, they aren't— bad, really, oswald doesn't dislike this.
he does, however, dislike people butting in to his personal life. oswald doesn't feel like they have the type of relationship that would allow him to disclose that kind of information, even if he won't lie to jack.]
...don't end up like this again, [oswald tells him, vaguely worried because jack's a little foolish today.] find me and I'll help you.
[because unlike you, sir you-can-rely-on-me-but-LOL-NOT-RIGHT-NOW-BYE, oswald is a man of his word!! if jack wants oswald to rely on him, he'll have to do the same. not that he... doesn't because he relied on him pretty heavily already even while oswald bore all of that pain in his heart, but even so. he's here and he's not going anywhere.]