Test Drive - May Edition

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Belated May 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. And don't forget to go reserve your character, GO GO GO.......

((PS: We’ve also gotten a suggestion to try and post our Test Drives on the same day as the Activity Check goes up! That is, the last day of the month. We may try that out next time, and see how it works!))

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

Option 1

[Animals, animals everywhere! All over the different parts of the city…And perhaps paying you a visit as well! In a strange manner, as you might find yourself looking over Saeng Seong in a different, more fuzzy perspective.]

Option 2

[Petals keep falling on your head; or at least they have a persistent habit of falling from trees that are in full bloom. And as a consequence they form a nice array of color floating on the wind…Or perhaps getting in one’s face and blocking vision. Or in the worst case, causing a sneezing fit from the excess pollen. Still, at least there’s some flowers to help liven up the air?]

Option 3

[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 4

[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

[littlerat]

[ So there wouldn't be anyone to keep an eye on him. Which, maybe the man would be fine, but honestly, right now he didn't look fine anyway. He thinks about that, trying to figure out- is there anything that could help him? Keeping company for the day might be good, but that might be odd after a while. Wasn't there something...

Ah. He looks up to the man, a thought clicking. ]

They might have something at the hospital they can give you to help you through today. Do you want to check it out? I know the way.

[ But while he's posing it as an option, he adds- ] It'll be better if we do.

[heismymission]

[Though he doesn't quite understand what reference she's making, he doesn't know if he's supposed to, given the number of different worlds that are supposedly represented in this place. He takes a breath and rubs his eyes again, this time to get rid of the sting of fatigue, and frowns slightly in confusion.]

Healer? [Someone who... heals? Aren't those usually called doctors?]

[heismymission]

[As much as he's trying to act like he's fine, and as used as he is to moving forward as if he is no matter what, he's starting to wear down. The failed mission, remembering that he knew his target, finding out about the things his superiors did to him and losing all that structure was hard enough. Then he got thrown here, had to speak with people, and by now he's certain that this is the longest he's ever been out of cryo in all the decades he's been the Winter Soldier.

So while he might have denied the need to visit a place like the hospital in the previous week, right now he's a little more willing to do what it takes to stop feeling so tired. He nods, looking away from Red for a moment.]

Alright.

[livefreely]

If it's okay with the two of you, it's fine by me.

[ Iori returns the smile, laughing cheekily. She doesn't mind this; not at all! In fact, it's a little refreshing, and seeing other people and creatures is a little interesting, to say the least. Besides, they haven't done anything weird yet. ]

[littlerat]

Okay. Pikachu?

[ He points upward on the man, and Pikachu gets what he means, nodding before standing up and climbing to take to his shoulder instead. He holds on with a small clump of his hair, which the man shouldn't feel.

Red stands up, shifting his bag to around his shoulder again, holding out his hand to the man after. He'll wait until he gets up to speak. ]

If you need to get anything today, I can come along with you. But we can go to where you're staying afterwards.

[ And that should give the man enough contact to help. Contact, medicine and rest. It'll help, hopefully. ]

[littlerat]

[ There's a pause, but it's small; Red doesn't mind at all himself. He stands back up to his feet, adjusting his hat. ]

Okay. We've got some food you can have if you're hungry, but it's nothing much. [ Pikachu, very happy to be recruiting company to their day of relaxation, hops on forward towards the direction, but stops before getting too far to wait for them. And he'll call to them! Piii! Come onnn!

Red takes a step to follow, but stops- ]

I'm Red, by the way.

[dadcepticon]

[Krok shrugs. He's unaware of any particular length of time; he measures it more in the manner of contact. Shaking hands hasn't made him feel half as well as letting Diarmuid ride on his shoulders, for one.]

I don't know if there's any specific interval required. From experience, I'd say you're better off focusing on… how to put it? Quality. [Half of a shrug here, hands open, palms upturned.] Hugging seems to work better than shaking hands and I suppose a longer hold will do you better than a short one in general.

[But hugging strangers – especially tiny, squishy strangers – is terribly awkward and this particular fellow seems as likely to throw punches if anyone tries it as to simply bolt and run. Krok sighs a deep sigh, warm air blasting from his external vents. He offers a shoulder, tilting his upper body closer to his new acquaintance. If his offer is refused, well, it's no harm done to him anyway.

Hop on, if you like. I can carry you wherever it is you need to go and I'm sure it'll do us both some good.

[livefreely]

[ Iori shakes her head in response, smiling a little sheepishly as she starts to follow, still smiling her usual bright smile. ]

Red, huh...

[ That's interesting. He's named after the color. In English, of course, since the word "red" was pronounced differently in Japanese. But she throws a victory sign as she takes a dramatic step, posing as she introduces herself. ]

Well, it's nice to meet you! I'm Nagase Iori, 16 years old and... hm, I can't really think of anything else to say, but again, nice to meet you~!

[littlerat]

You too. [ He continues to walk again. And, well, since she did- ] Oh, and I'm fourteen years old.

[ Also, if she's paying attention -- while they're not exactly close to where they are, Iori may be able to see and hear the sounds of animals. Strange animals.

A veerry peculiar looking group of animals in the direction they're heading. Meanwhile, have a random question. ]

Can I ask what you do?

[heismymission]

[He only glances briefly at the pokémon when it climbs his shoulder, and even if his hair was short enough that he did feel a tug, he wouldn't mind. It's shown itself to be friendly, and that's good enough for him.

The soldier stands as well and takes the boy's offered hand, realizing something is nagging at him. There's something he feels like he should remember about a situation like this... something he needs to do or say.]

Alright. [He nods, and though he looks to Red when he replies, his eyes soon dart away as he thinks. It feels like... a word. He's heard it lately, exchanged between other people he's watched. ... Ah, that's it.]

Thanks.

[heismymission]

[The soldier is a bit taken aback by the offer, but the way he words it makes it seem more of an exchange--and he can appreciate an offer that benefits Krok more than he can any selfless generosity. He thinks on the suggestion a moment, thinking that it might make him more noticeable, but... he does have his hat and long sleeves for a reason. If Rogers happens to be in the area, he can simply hide his face--and he'll have a better vantage point, as well.

So he steps forward and climbs up the Decepticon's shoulder without much trouble, holding on with his metal hand. It may be working slowly, but it can still grip just as well once he finally has it on something.]

I was looking for something to eat. [He isn't sure if a direct question is appropriate here. Do... do robots eat food? Considering the lack of visible mouth, he has to assume otherwise.]

[hot4engines]

[Kaylee sensed somebody approaching and smiled up at the person, holding out a small tangle of vines.]

Tryin' to, anyway. It ain't goin' so well so far, but that's okay- my hands'll still smell nice.

[topgun_textiles]

Well yeah, but what if you walked around with a crown of little white n' pink flowers? Then yer hair smells nice, too.

[Reaching into his pocket, he retrieved his pocket knife and flicked out the blade, shifting the position of his legs to sit in the grass proper. Snagging up the first two stems, he got to work cutting slits beneath the blossoms themselves, then weaving them through one another. The way he picked up others, made the cut and weaved without concentrating too deeply seemed like he wasn't exactly new with arts and crafts.]

You new to Saeng Seong?

[He only peeked up from his work once, but was then back to it, never once crushing delicate stems.]

[hot4engines]

Man, I'd love that. I'd look like the princess of spring!

[Kaylee carefully watched her companion work- he seemed to be a natural at it, and she looked very impressed.]

Yup, only just got here. Seems like a pretty nice place so far, aside from not bein' able to go home and all.

[dadcepticon]

Any, er… preferences? I'm not sure what you like as far as fuel. [That's not the word they use.] …Food. Or you can figure it out when we get there.

[And if there are no protests, off they go. Krok has a slow, almost tired stride and his body groans and creaks in the deeply vibrating way large machines do when they haven't been getting enough proper maintenance. He will improve as they travel, though.]

[heismymission]

Anything's fine. [He has no preferences; he neither knows what there is to choose from or what he likes. As long as it gets him some energy, that's all he cares about at the moment.

But the soldier is familiar enough with working with machines--vehicles and weapons, mostly--that the particular way Krok moves tells him there's something not quite right with him in the way there's something not quite right with his own arm. He wonders if that's what happens to mechanical things attached to living people in this place if they don't get enough contact.]

You're having trouble moving. [It's something between a statement and a question, and the fact that he's voicing it at all is a show of concern, though it's likely difficult to tell with his monotone voice.]

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[cookingmechanic]

"I don't...think so..." she said, staring at her a bit harder. She really did look familiar. Glancing at the girl's headband, it reminded her of Aigis'. Hm.

"...you kind of look like one of my friends?" she said, shrugging with a smile. Maybe she looked like one of hers. Very possible, considering all of the worlds people could come from.

[topgun_textiles]

Ain't a bad deal, I guess- shakin' hands with people's not so hard to put up with, neither. Or, y'know... doin' more with somebody you like or w-whatever...

[He worked a little faster, shoulders hunched. Was his face a little pink? It was a little pink. He peeked up, then back down, gathering more stems. Gotta compensate for her hair so nothing feels too tight, settles nice.]

[hot4engines]

[Kaylee laughed and put a hand on the man's arm.]

Ain't nothing wrong with that. Me, I'm a huggy kinda person, so I think I'll do pretty well here, even if my crew ain't here...

[topgun_textiles]

[The arm was stiff but he didn't pull away. Either the kid worked out or he ate his Wheaties. Nevertheless, he looped the last flower through the previous stem, and then looped the whole thing together. It was a spray of paler pink and deeper pink blossoms, mixed in with some white.]

...Crew? You a pirate or somethin'?

[Without much of a warning he turned, and placed the flower crown atop her head. He canted his head this way and that, getting a feel for the angle, before he reached for more flower stems on the ground and beginning anew. Gotta make that matching bracelet.]

[lightofjustice]

That's right. [Hard to miss that confusion he's displaying.

It has to be one of those 'other realm' things that is causing it. Perhaps... she should explain it?] I'm proficient in a kind of magecraft known as 'conjury' - the ability to draw on nature to power my spells. One of the spells I know is a healing spell.

[She tilts her head and crosses her arms, looking equal parts worried and curious.] Is magic not common where you are from?

[heismymission]

[Magecraft, conjury and spells are definitely not words in his already limited lexicon, and he doesn't expect his tired and hungry brain to be able to come up with whatever they're supposed to be, so he simply watches her, blinking a few times.

After some hesitation, he shakes his head in reply to her question.] No. [Or, uh.] I don't think so.

[lightofjustice]

I see... [That explains the confusion, somewhat, even if it's only over the term 'healer'.] In that case, I apologize for the confusion.

[Before she can speak further, or emphasis that the offer to heal still stands, she hears the all-too-familiar sound of a growling stomach. Since she knows it isn't hers, that could only mean...

Well. That explains another part of the confusion. Hunger did funny things to people.] It seems to me that you're in need of more than a little healing.

[Good thing he had bumped into her here, instead of in another part of town. She briefly turns back towards the stall and takes one of those strange purple apples.] Here - this should help somewhat.

[She doesn't move to throw the apple at him, but instead reaches for his left hand with her free one, the intent of placing the apple there herself plain in her body language.

She pauses once she has his hand, a faint look of confusion appearing on her own face.] What in the realms...?

[Something was... off, somehow. Someway.]

[heismymission]

[He tries not to react to the sound of his own stomach, only taking in a breath to try to ignore the hunger for the time being. But Gaia already shows that she's heard it and recognizes what it means, and actually... offers him something. Didn't people have to pay for these first or something, usually? He doesn't want to attract attention, but--

His thoughts are cut off when she takes his hand out of his pocket, and he doesn't react to the movement; it's clear she's not moving to attack, but he doesn't understand what it's for. The arm doesn't jerk like it has been the past couple weeks--it's only the signals he's sending not being properly received that are preventing it from working properly. Maybe he'll realize this later if he bothers to think about it.

What's off is likely noticeable almost immediately--underneath the fingerless gloves are fingers of metal, too thin to be an armored glove. He watches her reaction with caution, not certain if she's about to cause a ruckus...]

[dadcepticon]

[Perceptive little fleshy type. Krok figures candour is the most reasonable choice since that seems to be the order of the day, so he shrugs his free arm slightly as he starts toward the shopping district. He recalls there being plenty of little shops with various types of foods – not that he can eat any of them, but that's beside the point.]

A little. I haven't been as careful about certain things as I should have been.