Test Drive - July Edition

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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

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.

[willcatchmetaphors]

Drax turns - ah, another alien. He doesn't recognize the species, but space is big.

"It looks like my friend," he rumbles. "Rocket." A pause. "I do not think he would like it."

[purple_chelonian]

It's probably better if Drax just goes on assuming Don is an alien. He hasn't gotten his origin story pamphlets printed yet.

"Your friend looks like a raccoon?" the talking humanoid turtle asks, tilting his head to one side.

[willcatchmetaphors]

Everyone here is an alien to Drax.

"He looks like this." He picks up the stuffed animal. "Only he is larger-" a hand gesture, about mid-thigh on Drax, "-and a biped. He is not vermin or an animal. This is an animal, isn't it?"

[purple_chelonian]

"Yeah, that's an animal," Don agrees, nodding. "So, where're you from?" Because clearly this guy hangs out with a weird crowd.

[willcatchmetaphors]

"[Planet]. But I travel on the Milano now - that is Quill's ship."

Social skills. He should practice them - it has been a long, long time since he has tried to be social. "What planet are you from?"

[purple_chelonian]

"Earth, actually. It's kind of a long story. Um, that's the third planet from the star in a system . . . hm." The turtle trails off. "I guess without a common frame of reference I can't really describe the location to you. Of course, if you know a raccoon person, maybe you've been there?" In your awesome spaceship?

[willcatchmetaphors]

"Terra. That is Peter Quill's home-planet. You are a Terran?" He considers the bipedal green man with the shell. "... If you are, how did Peter not know he was only half-Terran?"

[purple_chelonian]

Donnie laughs softly. "Does Peter Quill look like you, only with a different skin color? Because that's what the dominant sentient species on Earth looks like. We call them humans. I'm actually a mutant."

[willcatchmetaphors]

There are different ways to define 'looks like me'. He decides to go with the one most common when dealing with other aliens. "Quill does."

Drax frowns. Biology, apart from applied xeno-anatomy, is not his strong suit. "You are a mutant human. But you have encountered creatures that look like Rocket. So you've also been to space."

[purple_chelonian]

"Actually, I'm a mutant turtle, which is a non-sentient animal native to Earth. And I have been to space, but if your friend Rocket looks like that-" he points to the toy raccoon, "-but mostly brown with a black mask and black rings on the tail, then he might be from Earth too."

Admittedly, he might be an alien that just looks like a raccoon, given that Donatello has encountered aliens that look like humans as well as aliens that look like bipedal Triceratops.

[willcatchmetaphors]

Congratulations, you will henceforth be 'the mutant turtle' when Drax needs to refer to you.

Drax just nods at the mutant turtle's explanation. "He was made by scientists." He frowns sternly and shifts from merely standing at the booth to looming over Donatello. "He did not ask to be experimented on. You will not disrespect him. He is a person, not an animal, and he is my friend."

[purple_chelonian]

It's better than 'the freak.'

Donnie backs off as Drax moves forward, though his stance changes as well. To a practiced combatant, it's likely clear he's ready to spring to either fight or flight as necessary. Though he's also raising his hands in front of him.

"Whoah, there, big guy, I didn't mean to disrespect anyone. My family and I have been strapped our fair share of tables by shadowy government agents before. I'm not judging. Your friend Rocket actually sounds like he has similar origins to me."

[willcatchmetaphors]

Drax notices the shift in stance. And the mutant turtle's assurances that he will respect Rocket.

A smile quirks his lips for a brief moment. "You are a fighter. What is your weapon?"

[purple_chelonian]

Okay, we appear to be looming menacingly less. That's a good thing.

"I use a bo staff," Don replies, pointing a thumb over his shoulder to the weapon on his back.

[willcatchmetaphors]

Drax nods and sets the plush raccoon back down. "I use knives. We should fight."

[munajjima]

She's not one to announce herself, so Rani's voice almost startles her as it peeps up in the relative quiet of the not quite yet ready fair grounds. Thankfully, she has enough presence of mind to stay a respectful foot or so away.

"Did you wish to have the doll? My arm strength is nothing spectacular, but I might win it for you if I try."

And with how deadpan her voice is, she's not even joking. Surely he can get it himself, she's positive his physique lends to that, but why not ask? It's only polite.

[willcatchmetaphors]

Drax glances over at her, then at the raccoon doll again. "It can be won?"

He looks the booth over again more carefully. Ah. There is a game set up, and this is a prize. He could win it himself.

But the young woman asked a question... "I do not know," he admits. "It reminds me of my friend."

[munajjima]

She nods to answer, but her timing has her doing so when he's already looking at the booth again.

"If it reminds you of your friend, would it not make you happy to have it? And if you see them again, they might be touched you thought of them and kept it."

[willcatchmetaphors]

"But it is an animal. He is not an animal, and it upsets him to be called one."

[munajjima]

Oh, that's a dilemma. No sense getting it if it will just make that person angry. All the other dolls are animals of some sort or humanoid, though.

"Perhaps there's another doll or another game prize he would prefer instead. What do you think he would like?"

[willcatchmetaphors]

Drax nods. The young woman makes a good suggestion.

"A gun. Or a tree." He considers. "A very large tree."

[munajjima]

She draws up her arms as she thinks, one resting on the other, and lightly taps her fingers against her temple.

"Unfortunately, I do not think trees can be festival prizes, nor can guns. However, there must be a shop that sells saplings...somewhere."

[willcatchmetaphors]

"Not a real tree. He has Groot." Drax picks up the raccoon plush. "Something like this. But you are correct. I do not see something like Groot at this booth."