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Test Drive - July Edition
![]() 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. |
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.] |
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If Quill ever had a reason to go back to Earth, now was one of them.]
This is insane. I mean really, really insane.
[Oh, he's rude. Don't mind if he offers you that shaved ice now.]
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So is this place.
[He can't blame Peter for thinking the situation is strange--it's part of the reason he remained a secret for so long, after all. People don't really come back from falling into ice as far as they did. But he sees the potential for a subject change, so he goes for it.]
What's that?
[He nods at the player clipped to the other man's belt before taking another bite of ice.]
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Yeah, I was actually just gonna ask about that. Did I crash somewhere or was this totally not my fault? Because I'm really okay with the latter. Less phone calls to Yondu equals less headaches for me.
[But he looks at Bucky's traveling eyes, right down to his cassette player.]
Oh that? 's called a Sony Walkman. Basically, it--[Sorry, bite time]--lets you play music that you put on these things called cassettes. And it plays them in order.
...Didn't have anything like that in....what, the 50's?
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[He doesn't look all that happy about it, but is anyone?
He looks at the separate buttons on the device and the thing he can see from the little window--that must be the cassette.]
The 40s. [It's a neutral correction, no offense behind his tone. He pauses for a second, however, trying to recall what they'd used to play music--he knew damn well they had it...
When he finally comes up with the answer, it comes out a little forcefully, making it somewhat obvious he was just now remembering.]
Record players. [He shoves another spoonful of ice in his mouth with his metal hand.] Not something you can really carry around.
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[But Bucky's thought process causes a little awkward silence for him, remembering that yeah--people back then didn't exactly have Walkmans. To fill the gap, he puts more shaved ice in his mouth, letting the soldier think it over.
And when the answer comes...fingergun point]
Right! Those old things. Mom used to talk about 'em all the time...Giant things with discs the size of dinner plates.
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[It's the truth, as much as he doesn't like it. There's no point in making guesses.
Peter's description brings back some more recollections of the things--he remembers dancing, some. But he has to frown a little.]
Giant? [His eyes flick to the Walkman before returning to the other man's face.] I guess they might be compared to that.