justhugalready | Test Drive

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*test drive meme

Test Drive - April Edition

Happy early April and spring! Here's a new test drive to go with it!
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.

~~And 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

[Something went wrong with your arrival, or perhaps the security around the gates was lax. Either way, you find yourself outside the city and in place that's providing a steady drain on your energy and looking a lot less warm and welcoming. Particularly those insects of unusual size skittering down the sides of the buildings, just waiting for the wrong movement to be made before swarming. There's an alarm being raised on the other side of the city walls, and it sounds like help is on the way…But will it come fast enough?]

Option 2

[There's a bustle of activity in some parts of the city; people fussing over generators that look freshly installed (and also look oddly lantern like; one more oddity to add to this place) and trying to get them up and running. It looks like they could use a hand or two to help…And oddly enough, given the instructions, hand holding to help power these devices.]

Option 3

[Spring is here! Or at least close at hand, with all the flowers beginning to bud in the trees and the grassy areas. (There might even be a few small animals on hand, too!) Even a change in decoration as little charms and masks are hung up on buildings and the like. Chances are, there might be some other people out enjoying the spring weather, too.]

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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(( ooc; - I'm fine with other options, if anyone would prefer something different? o/ Also I am totally open to crit and suggestions, since it's a pretty new muse. Thanks! ))

[Despite his relaxed appearance, Splinter is anything but. Large, rounded ears are lifted and turned out, listening beside and behind him, back straight, whiskers stiff. He'd been-- disoriented, of course. Suddenly finding himself outside of the dark, damp sewers of New York. The view of the sun was a luxury he'd never allowed himself to truly look forward to, but with the hum of overly-large cicadas (he assumes, from the sound,) and the unknown scents in the air...

While he isn't tense to the point of inability, his guard is certainly up, despite the easy pace of his movements, staff in claw. Uncertainty is the biggest disadvantage, despite the inviting and welcoming sights of the city before him, reminiscent of his home in Japan so many years ago. As warm as the town appears, there's no knowing what strange power has torn him here away from his home.

So hello Saeng Seong-- a six-foot-one rat is going to be moving carefully into the shadows of a building, to try and gain whatever information he can- Either about this place, whatever ended him here, or- most imperatively- the state of his sons.]

[Considering a CRAU app here.

Julien was human, once. He's not entirely clear on why he's been getting less so; a popular theory is that he's the reincarnation of someone extremely inhuman and that's been catching up. By now his arms and legs have gone over. The latter are so long now that if he stands straight he's around seven feet off the ground. It's very awkward. He keeps his wings tightly folded. At a casual enough glance, they and his tail just seem like a huge feather cloak. The legs - maybe he's on red stilts?

While he's unhappy about the change and hates scaring people, he has to go out, and be out and part of the world, particularly if it's strange. Have a bright smile.]

Suil! I mean, hi. How's it going? Has the winter been as long here as it was at home?

A notification pinged across her vision, strings of errors involving her power core and of some kind of energy leak again. But, again, she ignored them. As alarms sounded from inside the city ahead, it added to the cacophony that already blared away within her, warning her of her energy levels draining and fast. The ETA on complete shut-down couldn't decide on how much time she had left, the numbers recalculating up and down so quickly that she couldn't read them. But she kept moving.

If the Hunters could push themselves against steadily-stacking odds, then so could she.

Drawing her rapier, she decided her best bet was heading for the city. They had lights, electricity, and she hoped she'd be able to find the answers she sought. Why she drew her rapier? Targeting reticules signaled her to incoming foes: Large, malevolent insects.

A whoooole lot of them.

[So here's a mourning dove that stands about three feet tall. He's got a book held against his body by one wing, and whoever you are he's watching you with a round, dark eye.

Staring, actually. Doesn't he know that's rude?]

[His chest hurt a little more than usual ever since he came to in the welcome center in spite of his efforts to ignore it. The place really wasn't making the best first impression, but- if nothing else- a crisis of power was something that hit pretty close to his heart, even if the touchy-feely part wasn't exactly up his alley.

But, necessities are just so; and when even his technical knowledge couldn't even begin to make sense of the 'generator' he was currently examining, he had to concede that if none of this strangeness made any sense he'd just have to learn the ropes by doing it their way.

Besides which, if the instructions said "holding hands" no matter how many times he force-retranslated them, he'd have to at least give it a try. He'd call out to passerby either for help or a second opinion.]

Hey. Do you know how to work this generator?

[ OPTION 1 ]

Billy got used to waking up in strange places a long time ago; riding with a partner who never got tired or needed sleep meant long stretches covered when Billy wasn't paying attention. And he's used to waking in spots that don't look so inviting. The bugs are new.

So is being alone, and feeling woozy, and feeling the dirt and grit under his hands as he gets back to his feet. He doesn't have much time to think about that, though; those bugs are weirdly big and there's a lot of them. Billy can't help a sad sort of smile as he tightens his grip on the neck of his guitar.

"I've got the strangest feelin'," he drawls in a voice much stronger than his legs at the moment, "that y'all wouldn't mind a little piece of me." He hears the sirens now – a faraway, tinny sound, but then he can't seem to hear properly – and chuckles ruefully, strumming a chord. So these are just the first batch of cannon fodder and there's more on the way? That's nothing new, either. His guitar crackles to life. "Well? Come on!"

Barely back to life and he already feels like he's dying again, vision all dark and sparkling at the edges, head swimming with every little turn, chest tight and breath coming short (good lord, he'd forgotten what it's like to breathe). If he's gonna go out like this, he can at least put on a good show.

[ OPTION 3 ]

Springtime. It's springtime and Billy's almost in sensory overload because how could he not be out and about on such a gorgeous day? It may take him forever to readjust. He's fine with that.

One would think watching him stop and smell as many different flowers as he sees, stare too long at the brilliant decorations hanging in windows and from eaves, and the way he just stops and looks at the sky like he's never seen it before that he's a bit simple. The idea does occur to him… after a good twenty minutes and multiple stops to sniff and touch things. Oh, but he missed this so. He whistles an aimless, happy tune as he walks along the shops, just soaking up sunlight and colour.

Nothing can ruin this. Everything's bright and real and alive like he hasn't seen the world in ages. And, Billy thinks as he pauses in front of a little shop with tables full of knick-knacks out front, it's full of weird new things.

"Uh, pardon me, ma'am?" he hails the shopkeeper as he holds up an odd little charm. "But, uh, what d'you call this thing?"

[You know, there probably are more important things to worry about. Like where he is, where his friends are, if he's in danger, etc. But it's so hard to think about stuff like that when it's so nice out! With all the big trees and pretty flowers, the atmosphere is warm and inviting. He can't help but smile.

And oh, isn't that a lovely little flower in the ground! He bends over to pluck it up, and then takes a grateful whiff.]

Mmm.... Uh. Ah... Ah...

[His face scrunches up-

ACHOO!

[The flower all but explodes at the force that sneeze, and seems to startled a few people nearby.]

... Whoops.

[Seras still didn't quite understand what was going on in this place, but she didn't mind it so much. It was nice, but she hoped that things were going to be just fine when she got back home. She didn't know if she would be able to live with herself if something bad happened to everyone while she was gone.

She shook her head a bit, drawing herself out of the dark thoughts she had and continued to wander around. The sun was just now setting, but despite the growing darkness, she was still covered in a long coat that she had managed to find. It wouldn't be much longer before she could take it off and enjoy the night.

She paused for a moment to look at one of the new generators. They were rather interesting, but she couldn't quite understand how they worked. How could hand holding light the lights? She doubted that she would ever understand it, but they did look nice.

She turned to go and nearly ran into someone.]

Oh! I'm sorry!

[ When wandering without direction in a world you've never traveled to, the best way to get your bearings is to talk to the locals. It was a lesson Kairi had gleaned listening to Sora's and Riku's stories about their adventures. She was attempting to put that lesson into practice as she passed through the city and noticed a group of people collecting around something of interest, which their figures blocked from view. ]

[ From their chatter, Kairi caught mention of "generators" and "needing some help." She wondered briefly if she should offer her help. Fixing machines was far from Kairi's strong suit; if anything, she was better suited to breaking them (although that was much more Sora's talent than hers). But maybe there was something else she could help with. Any help was good help, right? ]

Excuse me? [ She began, approaching the group. She stood up on her tiptoes and craned her neck to see past the group. ] I'm not really good at fixing machines, but is there anything I can do to help?

[Ellie's less than thrilled to be here and more than keen to figure out what the hell is up with this place. And the fact that a lot of the locals are taking an interest in these generators? Means she is too. Though her interest is more along the lines of observation, trying to see what she can learn.

If anybody approaches her about helping out, she just gives them a Look and wordlessly joins in. Except, however, in the case of the city's signature brand of "helping"]

Noooo thanks. I don't really do the whole hand-holding thing.

[At the very least not with just anybody. And unfortunately, just anybody seems to be what they're encouraging here.]

[To march around, touching indiscriminately wasn't something that gelled with him. When he wasn't scaring off potential helpers with his demeanor, his dignity was what held him back above all else. So perhaps the third time today, Gamagoori slipped around a corner and took a moment to breathe, force himself down from another episode: He was dizzy again and wasn't about to let something as insignificant as a cold get the best of him! However, he was no fool, and knew exactly how he'd caught this particular 'cold'.]

[But he, Gamagoori Ira, was stronger than withdrawal symptoms!! But what an awful place. He did not belong here, god-knows-where, where Satsuki-sama may very well be in need of him.]

[Well, now. This is more life than a certain someone has seen in decades. It's almost hard for him to believe as he looks around. Trees, real trees... grass... the sounds of wildlife... it's enough to make him think that he's dreaming - and not in muted static for a change. He reaches up to a tree to gently pull on one of the branches, feeling the rough edges and veined surfaces of the leaves before letting it spring back. He looks up at the sky, blue with a hint of clouds and an actual sun...

He won't question how he got here, but he will enjoy it as long as he can. He wanders over to what looks like a comfortable place and sits down, closing his eyes and reaching out with his other senses as he falls into meditation.]

Edited (shhh numbers shhhh) 2014-04-19 03:59 (UTC)

[This was easily more color than Tron has ever seen with his own eyes. The vibrancy, the definition of the graphics, the lines and curves the like of which he has never seen programmed into the system - it was a little overwhelming, and that was just the data received visually. The other pieces of sensory data...

Was this a breeze? And these... scents? Is that the word for them? There were unlike anything he'd ever experienced.

So. Either the Users in Radiant Garden had become far better programmers than even his first User in less than a full cycle (and as much as he liked his current Users, calculating the chances of it were outside the parameters of his programming), or...

Or somehow, the near-impossible had happened.

He looks around one more time, taking in the sights and other strange sensory data he is receiving with wonder apparent on his expression.] So... this is the world of the Users...

[It's ... greener than he thought it would be. Maybe it's just this sector?

This called for exploration. First, this green sector.]

[OOC: I'm sorry for the lack of icons - I don't even know where to start looking for him.]

Edited 2014-04-20 05:44 (UTC)

[ everything was a blur.

he'd arrived and he'd... taken precautions to stay away from others. they kept telling him, he needed to be around others, he needed to interact, but...! he didn't even have ven with him anymore. his heart felt empty without his friend, without a guiding light. he didn't trust himself around others, not without some sort of tether. he tended to come out at night, prowl around, do necessities--get a notepad and pens, leave money, and disappear.

and then he woke up today and he felt... dizzier. his eyelids were heavy. he tried to cheer himself up--everything was definitely going to be alright in the end--but it was hard to keep it up when his whole world was spinning.

sora rubbed his eyes with the back of his hands, eyelids feeling hot and neck feeling scratchy, even without any voice to put a strain on.

this was probably what they were talking about, wasn't it?

seated underneath a tree, he peered dimly out at the sidewalks, shoulders sagging and chin starting to drop against his chest.

it was already sunset--if he just took a nap here, it'd be night, and no one would bother him. he'd be okay, right?

just a little nap...

this whole 'touching' thing... he wouldn't let it happen. he'd just lose control of his heartless instincts. surely there was a way to avoid these effects otherwise. ]

Threaded | Flat

Splinter | TMNT 2012 (Option 3, or any others!)

no subject

Layer | Megaman X | Option 1

Fujishiro Nageki|Hatoful Boyfriend

Proto Man | Mega Man | Option 2

Rocketbilly Redcadillac | Gungrave: Overdose | Option 1, Option 3

Goofy | Kingdom Hearts | Option 3 (but willing to do others)

Seras Victoria || Hellsing || Option 2