Test Drive - July Edition

[rekindlemods]

The July 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.......

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

Option 1

[ It looks like there are preparations underway for some sort of festival or fair. There are various stands and booths being erected along sectioned-off streets and the riverbank, and decorations are slowly but surely being hanged. Fireflies seem to be appearing all along the riverbank as the sun sets, with a few stands set up with mason jars of various sizes as well as paper lanterns, possibly as further decorations. Whatever the case, it looks like those setting up could use some help! ]

Option 2

[ Though most of the stands are being set up, that doesn't mean that there aren't a few vendors looking to help those out and about beat the heat in some fashion. There are some selling shaved ice with various flavors, and others that appear to be handing out water-filled balloons or squirt guns. However, like in the market district, there's a catch – the items are free, so long as you arrive at the stall in pairs or groups larger than two. ]

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

Mukuro Ikusaba | Dangan Ronpa

[dead_eyed_wolf]

Option 4
As much as she'd always dreaded going shopping with Junko, somehow going alone seemed even more daunting.

She'd drifted around the shopping district for an embarrassing amount of time already, trailing from place to place and agonizing over what to do. Junko would have taken this as a fun challenge, rebuilding a wardrobe from scratch, wouldn't she? As if she needed more reminders that she wasn't quite as good as her twin. Mukuro picked self-consciously at the her tie, feeling both strange to be in her sister's clothes and strange to *not* need her sister's wig and voice and mannerisms any more.

Well, this wasn't going to get done any faster if she just stood around outside. She sighed softly, squared her shoulders, and marched into the nearest clothing shop. If she made it a mission for herself maybe it wouldn't be so horribly awkward. Even so, her eyes darted from person to person, and she tended to skitter from one rack to the next. Old habits died hard.

[topgun_textiles]

Kanji grumbled, putting another shirt on the rack. Prices were good here, but nothin' fit him! It was bad enough being what had to be the Biggest Teenager In Japan, but it was something else to actually go clothes shopping when most of what you wore was something you made yourself.

Not that anything store-bought was bad! Only some was. You had a shitty stitch job here or a crap dye job there, but usually his problem was the fit. He had a narrower waist, longer legs, and a broader chest than most men his age.

Something caught the corner of his eye, and for a moment he thought nothing of it. Nudging hangers apart with his fingers, he sighed through his nose and called the shopping trip a bust. Maybe he should make more summer shirts for himself, his original plan. Still, sometimes a tailor needs a break.

...That feeling again! Kanji whipped his head left, gray eyes sharp as he scrutinized the shop. After being ogled like a freak for most of his life, he'd started to tune in to people looking at him, and it was habit that drove him to look them right back. Usually made 'em stop staring.

When he missed by maybe a half-second, he noticed someone moving rather awkwardly through the shop. They looked lost.

"Yo. You're in the kids' section," he noted aloud, eyebrows furrowing only a slight. This girl couldn't have had a kid, anyway. Too young for it.

[indisposable]

If she was paying very close attention she might have seen a very small, four foot tall robot sitting on the corner outside of the clothing shop, resting his chin in his little hands. He appeared to stare into empty space, and was blending in so well with the hustle and bustle that there appeared to be nothing special about him at all.

Meanwhile inside the shop, while Mukuro skittered about, was a 20-something-year-old young man trying on a multitude of different hats, from baseball caps to cowboy hats to beanies, looking himself over in the mirror with each new pick before discarding the hats into a slowly amassing pile.

When Mukuro happens to get particularly close to the hat-wearing man, he turns quite suddenly on her, giving her a look of surprise, and then a look of inquiry. "Hey, miss, do you mind telling me how this looks on me?" The man puts on what appears to be a... A football helmet? Where did that come from? He beams from ear to ear, though, looking quite happy with his find.

[cursed_one]

A. [He had woken up a while ago, long enough to at least to play the role of a performer and win enough money to pay for some food and a set of simply made clothes. He didn't need much, and it hardly hid him from the eyes of passerby. But he had long gotten used to such stares, both for his strange hand, the marking over his eye, and the pure white hair that often got him mistaken for an older man from behind.]

[But after a while the stares began to turn away from him. He blinked and started towards the general direction of some onlookers, catching sight of the many booths and decorations.]

[Ah, they must be setting up for a festival. For a moment he just looked on, a small smile coming to his face as he remembered the carnivals back home. It wasn't exactly the same, but seeing the game and many food booths reminded him of those leading to the tents.]

[Still, it was fascinating to him. He'd never taken part in a Japanese festival before. Mostly because all of Japan had been taken over by Akuma and often times the partakers where using such things to draw in humans for the slaughter. But this one was nice! He couldn't sense any Akuma anyway! And when he noticed a little old lady struggling with some signing he quickly acted to help her, and soon enough he was running all over the place doing this and that.]

B. [Other than helping the people set up, he also decided to use the current situation to his advantage. After all he had just been transplanted from his world to a new one, without a single dime on him. You know what that means, it was time to make some money.]

[As more crowds built up he decided to start performing, after all he did still have a clown costume in his bag, although he was missing the makeup and most of his props, but it hardly mattered. He kept the people focused in on his tricks and stunts, easily balancing on balls as he juggled and danced. And at the end of every show he would activate clown crown for a single moment within his finale, the long coat swirling around him before he took a deep, masked bow.

[Another way he decided to make money was to go around and trick people into playing poker with him. After all he was just a kid, until he beat them, and beat them again, and again...Well he was a professional cheater at cards you know. Will your character be swindled down to their underwear or will he stand up and face this pretty 16 year old, calling him a liar and a filthy cheat?]

B - part one

[rikuheyriku]

Coooool!!!

[Okay, he's genuinely fascinated. This 16-year-old can't help but lean forward at the sudden outfit change. This is the first time he's met someone else that's able to just...up and change, out of nowhere, like that. In all honesty, this distraction is very much appreciated. He can't help but become instantly curious to know how the person's able to do it. There has to be some kind of magic involved, right...?

So, after watching the stranger take a bow, Sora doesn't waste any time in approaching him; grinning lightly, he tilts his head just a bit.]

Hey, so...that was pretty cool! [A beat as he continues to grin, lightly.] Mind if I ask how you did all that?

B - part two

[headfons]

[Well it's certainly not the first time he's lost at poker; it is, however, the first time he's lost ten times in a row. Squinting as he hands over the last bit of money in his possession (thank Lorelei he leaves the majority of his money at home, since it's aiding in his resisting temptation right now), Luke makes an annoyed face. He...

really...

hates...

losing...

Okay, he's going to resist challenging him to another, and then running back to his apartment. Deep breaths, Luke. Just...just walk away from this.]

... [He lets out a sigh, and then scratches the side of his head.] ...Alright, you're apparently a genius at this game.

[Muttering.] Either that, or the people I played against, last, just happened to suck worse than I do...

Efina | LiEat

[lieater]

Option 2
[If there's one thing Efi loves, it's sweet things. She can barely see over the shaved ice stall's counter, but it's short enough for Efi to try and stare down the vendor. Try as she may though, he's not giving her anything to her until she comes back with a partner.]

I wish papa were here...

[The two of them were always a pair, and he'd probably be happy about the other free stuff people were giving away. She was also a little worried too; she's never been away from him for this long. But enough of that-- there's sweet stuff to be had! Anyone passing by and showing even the slightest interest in the shaved ice stand is going to have a small girl give them the puppy eye treatment.]

Option 4
[Or later on, when Efi's had her fill of sweets, it's time for her to find food that will actually fill her stomach. Wherever she ends up, it's a place with a lot of people, especially one with a bunch of conversation going on. If you're paying attention to the crowd, you might see a little girl chasing down little black blobs, beating them up, and.... eating them? Weird. But one of the blobs is getting away and it's not until it's a few feet away that Efi finally notices.]

Get back here!

[Unwilling to let the last part of her meal go free, she chases the runaway blob with reckless abandon. She should probably watch where she's going...]

Arcee | Transformers 3 obviously

[pink_assassin]

[In her time, Arcee's run into some crazy people. Crazy. You know, everything from psychotic scientist on down. Some might even say she's been a little, you know, loopy herself. Though if they want to live to say anything other than 'hrrrrrk', they'd better not say it in her hearing distance.]

[But 'hug or die'? Yeah, that was a new one, and she was calling, as they say on Earth, bullshit. The fact she's feeling queasy enough to take a minute to lean against this building? Probably because of all the happiness and harmony, here watching all these people set up this festival thing. Some of them are even humming. Yeah, that had to be it. She wasn't used to all this schmoopy happy. THAT WAS ALL. Certainly wasn't that that weird organic was right.]

late, feel free to ignore if you want l Senritsu l Hunter X Hunter

[flutesolo]

[There is a very small human walking past that pauses for a moment next to Arcee. Despite the lack of a heartbeat, this pink mechanism sounds very alive. There is a consonance to them (her? It?) that just isn't heard in the machines Senritsu is used to. She doesn't want to be nosy, but this is very intriguing.]

Damian Wayne | DC Comics

[earlybird]

Option 1 + 3 Combo Time YEAH

[ Surrounded by fireflies, he stands upon the river's edge, on the opposite shore from where the festival is getting set up, observing the proceedings with aloof disinterest and with zero intention of helping out.

He could, for a moment, almost convince himself he is younger. Four again, training with his mother at their compound in Hong Kong; standing next to her and watching in solemn, reserved curiosity as the festival booths popped up along the alleys and the delta riverside. Anticipation for the foods and games that would follow, the chance that he may be allowed to partake (and she, indulgently, had granted him that).

Almost.

Except he's still wearing the ripped, blood-stained uniform he died in. He'd done his best to clean it up since his arrival, but needlework is Pennyworth's domain, and blood doesn't come out of the fabric easily. Hard to be nostalgic when it was his mother who was the cause of it all.

His posture is stiff, straight-backed, but his shoulders are weighed down with exhaustion beneath the ragged, pock-marked cape. The hood pulled over his head hides the grey pallor to his skin, the constant, uncomfortable frown. It's natural, after everything he's gone through, to be a little tired, a little sick; his revival wasn't met with an unexpected swim in a Lazarus Pit, but he'd woken to an equally strange, upsetting situation: an off-world kidnapping with no way to get in contact with any nearby systems who might be able to get a message through to the Justice League. Fury, desperation, and stress have all played their part in wearing him down, on top of recovering from a brutal, violent death.

It's not because he's refused to drink the Kool-Aid that these people are selling. ]

-Tt.- [ An unhappy, disdainful click of his tongue, grumbling aloud to himself. ] What a stupid ruse. 'Take my hand if you want to live' - what idiot would believe that?

[smallspot]

[Speaking of the river, there is an odd little blue creature floating down it. He seems harmless enough. Every so often he stops and splashes around in the water, almost like a little kid would really. He just about floats by the newcomer without even noticing him, but a firefly catches his attention, and he looks up, making a happy squeaking noise when he sees the boy.

Lir likes boys. His owner is a boy. Maybe this one will play with him?

The horsea swims over closer to the bank and blows a bubble at him to see if he can get his attention.]

Donatello | Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles (2003 series)

[purple_chelonian]

Option 1

Of all the various alternate realities, foreign dimensions, strange planets, and different time periods Donatello has visited, this one is the strangest. The whole hugging thing weirds him out. That being said, it's nice to be able to walk around in the street without worrying about being seen. From what he can tell, he's not even the strangest-looking thing here.

He walks into the square where the booths are going up, trying to look non-threatening as he takes in the scenery. "Leo would have loved this," he comments quietly to himself as he investigates a stall selling used books, picking up a dusty tome and cracking it open.

[dadcepticon]

The little green organic isn't the only book-minded browser in the square today; Krok has been eyeing that particular booth with the same sort of eager avarice he once eyed heaps of supplies in the hopes he can expand his book collection. He's almost annoyed someone got there first.

Maybe the organic isn't interested in the same subjects.

"Apologies," Krok murmurs off-handedly as he uses his height to his advantage and peers over his fellow shopper to get a better look at the selection.

Re: Donatello | Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles (2003 series)

[swivelrotors]

Blades strolls through the many booths, looking for something that interests him. Meaning he's mostly looking for cute toys and posters with kittens on them. He prefers books when other people are reading them to him. Cody is a great storyteller!

It's not a book that catches his eye as he passes the used-book vendor, however. He almost walks past the little turtle-man, but he quickly does a double-take and can't stop himself from saying, "Whaaaaaaat?"

Senritsu | Hunter X Hunter

[flutesolo]

2. It's days like this that Senritsu is tempted to get over it and wear short sleeves. She rubs an arm across her forehead and scans the row of vendors. She passes up the squirt guns and water balloons (that would just make her clothes hot and soggy) but the shaved ice looks wonderful. There must be a catch though, since who would turn down a free shaved ice on a day like this?

3. Friendly as she is, Senritsu isn't a particularly touchy person, and it hasn't occurred to her to seek contact for a while now. Which, she supposes, is why her nen has been so dissonant all day. She perches on the edge of a bench and listens for signs that someone else may be in a similar situation.

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Alisaie Leveilleur | Final Fantasy XIV

[alisaie]

Option 3+4
[Of all the more daft ideologies she bore witness to in this rather peculiar realm, the physical contact had to have been one of the most queer. Was this world truly in such a steep decline in aetheric pulse that one would have to spread it themselves through means which, in her own world, made little to no sense at all? It was ludicrous, and potentially a waste of time.

At least she had thought of a failsafe, as she looked through a terminal for old data files over the network. It was far more advanced than what she had seen before - even inside the Coils! - though it seemed like a rather user-friendly interface. Mayhap even the less educated could figure it out. The first step into figuring out how to solve this crisis for good (and thus return home to her own crises) was to know exactly what she was up against. This was also likely the cause of so many books stacked up in a pile on a table beside the terminal. Though for the last twelve suns of searching after three suns of attempting to bargain with the powers that be, it seems she hasn't had much luck with what was freely provided.

The dizziness likely was not helping matters, either.]

Lucas | Mother 3

[timidtwin]

Option 2

[Despite a lot of the vendors still setting up for whatever festival was taking place, it seemed that some of them were ready to go already. In particular, those selling refreshments for relief from the intense heat.

At least... Lucas assumed they were selling them. Upon closer inspection they seemed to be offering their goods for free. Coming from a village that once had no money to exchange, he might have been a little less suspicious if it weren't for the fact all of that had changed now, even back home.

...on the other hand, it seemed like others were just helping themselves. The boy decides to follow suit, picking up a cup of blue shaved ice and heading off with it, taking a sip through the straw. He doesn't get far however before he hears a voice ring out behind him. Something about paying.

Oh dear. He turns, sincerely apologetic.]

"Um... do you take DP?"

Option 4

[One thing Lucas was thankful for in Saeng Seong was the presence of animals, not least because they had always been helpful to him in the past. They were generally fun to talk to and could become loyal companions when treated right. If you're passing him by right now, you might see him crouched down in front of a cat, conversing with the animal as it sits there with an indignant look on its face, simply licking its paw.]

[heretic_hamlet]

[It was a fair enough deal for those who were familiar with the city's workings, but why the vendors would put that sort of stipulation in their 'bargains' when newcomers were entering the city in droves Ramza would never know.

He wasn't surprised to see that it was already causing a bit of confusion. But if Ramza had a say in the matter, he'd step in before it became trouble.

Suffice to say, he soon stood beside Lucas, crouched slightly and curiously regarding his shaved ice.]

There you are. So you decided you were hungry, after all?

Drax the Destroyer | Guardians of the Galaxy (2014)

[willcatchmetaphors]

1)

Drax remembers enjoying street markets once. Now, they're too large bustles of people that anger him too easily. Gamora and Peter, he thinks, would not want him to kill these people for nothing.

So he comes early and stalks through the booths being set up. A small thing catches his eye - a plush animal. It has a mask like Rocket, though the colors are wrong.

His daughter might have liked it.

[purple_chelonian]

There's a huge garishly pigmented human-ish person stopped in front of a booth full of stuffed animals. That's interesting enough to attract Donatello's attention.

He walks up, clearing his throat to announce his presence as he does so. "You, uh, like the raccoon doll?" he asks.

Peter Quill - Star Lord | Guardians of the Galaxy (MCU)

[outlawname]

[2]

[Well, no one told Peter about the whole 2-person deal that was going on. He saw the four letter word ('free') and sort of took that as his incentive. And not wanting to miss out on a single moment of this, he's got two of each--that is: two shaved ices in his hand (you wouldn't believe how hard that is to find in space...), water pistols strapped to his sides like he's going to a Mexican stand-off, and...two water splotches behind him and some shriveled up latex.

The balloons didn't make it.

Whatever, right? This is the closest thing to Earth he's had in a long while, and you bet he was going to enjoy it.

He gives a little groove to his walking as he heads to a more secluded part of the stands, humming a tune as he sets one shaved ice cup down (perfect for the taking) and reaching with his other hand for his headphones.

A man can't eat shaved ice without some of the 70's-80's latest jams, now can he?]

[stabstab]

What [ Gamora says carefully, twisting the toy gun she'd had shoved into her hand unceremoniously around until she's staring into the barrel of it. ] is the point of a gun that does not kill?

[ Yes hello Peter Quill, Gamora is here and by your side as if she has the ability to seek out her prey that borders on a supernatural power. Maybe it is. Maybe it isn't. ]

Groot | Guardians of the Galaxy (MCU)

[thegivingtree]

Option 1

[Groot gets the nagging feeling that Rocket might be angry the alien's even here...wherever here is. Right now Groot's calling here 'away from Rocket'. Away from Rocket, as far from his friend, has as much sights to distract. All this bustle and activity, all the lights and sounds, it's enough to string along the flora colossus.

It wasn't like the ramshackle markets and pit stops the alien has seen in their bounty hunting career. No, it was more...jovial, less serious. Groot liked it. The flora colossus liked passing by the people and waving at them, half-aware of the fact they're the only walking flora colossus here.

But the best sight is at the river. Groot kneels down by the riverback for a quick drink when they see all the glowing lights. Enticed, the alen hand extends to them to offer a perch. How are you glowing friends? Groot is fine.]

[flutesolo]

[The peace of the riverbank has drawn Senritsu too. It's a bit cooler here, and there are singing insects. She acknowledges Groot with a nod and a small wave of her hand.]

They're pretty, aren't they? The fireflies. Little dancing creatures.

Firsa Roofshadow l Tailchaser's Song

[roofshadow]

1. [Roofshadow was apprehensive about walking among so many two-footed ones, but the smells and sounds have drawn her out. She mainly pads through the shadows and small places, until she catches a sound. Above her, in a cage hanging from a window, is a small, colorful bird, a little twittering fla-fa'az. She drops into a crouch and her tail begins to twitch. She hasn't eaten anything so fresh since she got here]

3. [Roofshadow's been surrounded by so many strange people lately, so she assumes that is why she's so dizzy. That and the heat. She's crouched in the shade under an empty booth with her eyes half open and her tail curled around her. She rises to wash her paws and face, watching the legs of the M'an-folk, and others that were even stranger.] [this cat that needs some pettings. Are you a bad enough dude to pet the cat?]

Yes, I am a bad enough dude.

[corvidinchief]

Beatrice shifts uneasily on Swain's shoulder, moving back and forth on her perch and fluffing her feathers. "What's the matter?" the man says, turning his head to regard the bird. A few frantic caws later, and the robed human is leaning on his cane and bending at the knees (his back is not what it once was) to examine the cat under the booth. Animals are rare enough here that an unaccompanied cat is a curiosity.

"Well hello there. Where did you come from?" he rasps, not really expecting an answer.

Megatron | Transformers IDW

[sorrynotguilty]

[ it's not going to come as a surprise to anyone that this guy is going to go through some withdrawal symptoms. truthfully, people are more than likely lined up to throw a punch at him. he doesn't like all that fluff and stuff anyway.

however, even Megatron can come to regret his actions. in this instance? his modification for mass displacement is not an advantage at all. one moment the ex-warlord is walking around at normal height - well normal for here anyway - and then he's barely gracing three feet high.

it's made him more irritable, really. wouldn't you be, constantly fluctuating sizes and the like? given the wrong comment, and he'll be sorely tempted to bite some ankles. ...hopefully that won't reflect on his bail contract. ]

im so sorry

[outlawname]

[You'd think with all the giant robots running around, Peter would have caught glimpse of one. But nope, he's surprisingly missed all of them, almost in a sitcom-level amount of amusement. That is...until he happens upon Megatron in his 3-foot-stature status.

Cue camera freeze, because he recognizes you...

Biting his lip, he tries to resist the urge to go check it out.

......Okay, resistance is futile.

He walks over, crouching down a bit to get a closer look.]

I didn't think they came this big...

June Darby | Transformers Prime

[scrubsandheels]

[ After spending a few months at The Box, being dropped into cuddletown is about the most jarring case of mood whiplash June's ever had. She remembers dying -- more than once -- the last time a little too recently. Actually, it's the last thing she remembers before waking up here... So, not that June's ever been overly paranoid, this is starting to seem a little too good to be true. Anything's better than waking up in a fresh grave, though, and at least this place doesn't seem to have any shortage of food or too much in the way of deadly weather...

Someone cuddle this woman already. ]

[indisposable]

[Weaving your way through crowds when you're only four feet tall can be a major challenge sometimes, and with another bout of festival preparations under way, the crowds are thicker than ever.]

Excuse me, coming through, could you please move just a little to the-- just to the left, please, I can't get a clear shot--

OOF!!

[His very polite little voice is cut off as he manages to get tripped up in the tangled forest of legs all around him, instinctively grabbing for the nearest thing to prevent his fall: June's arm.

Needless to say her arm doesn't do much to stop his weight and so he goes crashing down, possibly bringing the lady down with him.]

Jericho Swain | League of Legends

[corvidinchief]

[Option 2]

The city is creepy. Oh, the people are nice enough, too nice really. It's the architecture. It reminds him of Ionia. It's very, very unsettling to drop into a new world, and have every second archway, every gabled roof, remind you of someplace you sacked, some town you burned to the ground.

Also, Swain can't find a brew of tea he likes the smell of, even after hobbling around all day looking, and it's starting to frustrate him. But it looks like they're setting up some sort of open-air market. Maybe one of the booths here has something worthwhile.

Emilia LeBlanc | League of Legends

[5percenttruth]

It's been a long time since LeBlanc has had the chance to sample Ionian food. Saeng Seong, however, is not Ionia, and she is more than a skilled enough liar to keep that truth firmly in mind.

Still, the market does have Ionian foods. She's already found several stands selling onigiri, and she's happily picking out a mix of filled ones to take home.

She catches sight of Swain and adds a little box of duck organ scraps to her order. "Beatrice~"