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

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. ]

[outlawname]

Jesu-

[The man looks temporarily possessed a moment, giving a little jump at Gamora's presence. Can't a man just sit and enjoy his shaved ice without any assassins (whether on his side or not) sneaking up on him loaded with guns?

Okay, maybe not lethal guns, but let's face it--Gamora could still kill him with it if she really wanted to.]

Yes. Hi.

[Thanks for taking 3 years off his already short Earth life.]

And they're called squirt guns. Those right there? Super Soakers, to be specific. People -think- they're just play toys for Terran kids, but--[He shakes his head fondly]--We played to kill.

[stabstab]

That is an exaggeration, as I doubt you were trained from childhood to survive a life or death contest with your peers. You would have died if it were true.

[ The fact she's not even bothering to hide her smirk is probably a decent sign that she's fucking with him, but it's delivered in her usual dry tone. The instructions had been 'use it to cool off', but a quick glance at the volume of the gun indicates that the actual amount of water a simple 'shot' will give won't make much difference. Hmm. ]

They're not an effective weapon, Quill. But-- [ She picks up a water balloon from a stall, holding it in her hand and testing the weight. ] these will do.

[outlawname]

[...Right. No one in the galaxy has a sense of humor. Or at least no one but Rocket, and he'd much like to live without that.]

Yeah, we tend to do that! It's ah...what's the word...hyperbole. Figure of speech.

[All this while not even taking a moment's break in eating his shaved ice. But his chewing slows when he sees her bounce that balloon in her hands. He's no genius on survival (heck, he grabbed an Infinity Stone with his bare hands) but even now he's got those hairs standing up on his neck.]

Don't. Don't you even--Gamora.

Swear.

I can pull these suckers off my legs before you can bl--okay the next time you blin--WOULD YOU JUST LET ME FINISH.

you are doing strange things. explain

[heismymission]

[Peter coincidentally managed to find a secluded place that was already somewhat occupied; Bucky had come to watch people go by and see what the fuss was all about. He knew Steve would probably want to take him later, but he wanted to know what to expect.

So the man mostly hidden in the shade watches with some amount of curiosity as Quill walks into his sight in a strange manner as he's making idle noises. He knows about music, but humming isn't a concept he's been introduced to yet. Headphones and cassette tapes aren't, either.

He can find no reason not to ask about it, though he doesn't move from where he's standing.]

What's that?

[He's still working on not sending out murder vibes and spooking the shit out of people. At least his metal arm is mostly covered by the jacket he's wearing.]

so are you, murdercat actually not all that strange this is pretty much standard

[outlawname]

[You know, he really needs to start learning that no matter where he parks his butt, weird, crazy assassins want to come and either a.) wonder what you're doing or b.) steal your orb. Usually A leads to B too. Just ask Gamora.

But he pulls a headphone off his ear, looking casually to the side...and seeing Bucky there. Just standing. His chewing of the ice slows down a moment, taking in everything about this scene as his hand moves slightly over the PRETTY MUCH USELESS water pistol.]

I'm not sharin', Hamburgler.

...[Wait.]

You Terran?

[heismymission]

[His eyebrows raise marginally at the nickname. It reminds him of Stark's inane babbling--who knows, maybe it's some reference he doesn't get just like those.

He spots the movement, but he's not even marginally worried over the water pistols. He wonders if this guy actually thinks they'll do anything.]

What's Terran?

[He isn't even sure what the word's referring to--race? nationality? something else? He's certainly never heard it before.]

[outlawname]

Oh, right...right.

[His hand gestures out a little, as if a lightbulb just went on over his head.]

Earth. Sorry, living with Ravagers for pretty much 50% of your life...you forget not everyone knows the word for 'dirt'. What I mean is...are you human?

[Because that's just...actually mind-blowing.]

[heismymission]

Oh. [Okay, now they're in familiar territory.] Yeah. Mostly.

[Bucky brings his metal hand into view for a second to give an indication of what he means, although he's referring to the serum too. Are super soldiers still "human?" He doesn't really know. But he guesses it's not a big deal.

He'll make the assumption that this guy is human as well--but just doesn't spend a lot of time around other ones. He thinks about spending most of his time around robots or cat-people and he has to admit it's a strange idea.]

[iamnotaprincess]

[Well, that unattended shave ice cup isn't going to be alone for long. It's summarily scooped up, and peered at, as if it's being inspected for explosives. Or edibility. Or how it could be used to kill someone.]

[Or hell, all of the above.]

Why is the frozen water strangely colored?

[Yeah, that's right, Peter, you're not getting a second's peace. Not while there are weird earth things around and you're the only one to explain them.]

[Also? Totally eyeing those guns. Those water guns. How come Peter gets weapons and all he got was a cheap plastic knife?]

[outlawname]

[Hey, he stole that fair and square! In fact, he's already putting a hand to that pistol, pointing it up at the person who dare try and snag---andddd reconsidering life choices.]

Drax! You're here too?

[Seriously, he just wanted to eat some snow cone bits. Now he's everyone's best buddy. Including a hobo with a metal arm.]

Annnd you're going to eat that now, aren't you. It's called shaved ice. Don't think I need to explain that one but...just in case. Little bits of frozen water with flavor in it so no one looks at you like you're a weirdo for eating it.

[iamnotaprincess]

[Good job, Peter. You stopped Drax's hand from going all the way down to his plastic knife -- figuring the gun reflex meant some kind of thing was about to go down.]

[But nothing happens, so he just raises an eyebrow.]

Yes. Here. Instead of where we should be.

[Trying to punch Ronan in the face. Because that always works so well.]

You eat it. You do not shave with it. Why do they call it shave ice?

[outlawname]

Shaved ice. There's a 'd' at the end of that. Means they scrape it off the ice cube with...a knife or somethin'. I don't know.

[There's a huff.]

Just eat it. That one's like...cherry. Strawberry. You can never really tell.

[iamnotaprincess]

Then they should call it "scraped ice". It would be less confusing.

[ONLY TO YOU, DRAX.]

Very well. [But while he totally eats your snow cone--] What is the plan?

let the pop culture references begin!

[ironyman]

[Tony would agree with the thing about 70's-80's music, definitely, but the headphones--old-timey obsolete, ugly headphones--and super soakers are a level of man-child even Tony can't beat. He does, however, give points for getting all that stuff without apparently having a companion.

Points, unfortunately, that don't stop him from snatching that second cup of shaved ice.]

Hey, headphones, pretty retro. Going for the 80's cartoon character look, buddy?

[A super rude guy in a t-shirt and fancy sunglasses is now chomping casually on your shaved ice, Peter, what are you going to do about it?]

SOMEONE WHO UNDERSTANDS

[outlawname]

[Hey, next time he gets pulled onto a Ravager ship he'll be sure to bring the newest iPhone with space wifi so he can keep up. But for now, obsolete headphones. He sees Tony out of the corner of his eye snatching up that cup, and a hand pulls one of those super soakers out, pointing it at him.

Excuse you that's HIS shaved ice he totally stole legitimately.]

I'd put that down if I were you, Breakfast Club.

[Because Super Soakers are totally lethal. Well...they could be, if you tried hard enough.]

SOMEONE WHO ISN'T SUPER OLD

[ironyman]

[Tony gives Peter his most scathing really?? look over his sunglasses.]

So I guess that makes you, ah, John Bender, huh. Since you're supposed to have two people to get these.

[That's right, he's the king of pop culture references around here! And now he's going to stare at Peter and shove another spoonful of shaved ice into his mouth. Go on, Peter, shoot him, he dares you.]

[outlawname]

[Have an upbeat Really! in return, Tony.]

You can't prove I didn't have one at the time--wait.

[Pause. Rewind.]

You're human, right?

[Okay, he's got an explanation for this question. It's not as stupid as it sounds, really.]

[ironyman]

[Tony is about to point out that a) he saw Peter walk over here alone and b) the guy clearly has two water guns instead of the one he'd probably have if he had a friend, but then Peter asks... if he's human? Huh? Tony just stares for a moment.]

Okay, I can't tell if you're joking or not. Yes? Obviously.

[noparachute]

[The tune is completely unrecognizable to Steve, but he notices the headphones that are on the young man's head. Aren't those... old? He may not be caught up with everything in the future, but he's pretty certain that the modern headsets look a bit more advanced than that.

Maybe he's from an earlier point in Earth, like he used to be. Definitely possible in this city. But it's not a big deal whatever the case may be.]

What are you listening to? [He hopes he's not being nosy, but it's not too often he sees someone listening to music around here.] Not much familiar with the tune at all.

[outlawname]

[Finally, someone who doesn't steal his food and/or scare the crap out of him. Thank you Steve for representing the actual polite people of the world.

Now let him remove his attention from his totally stolen shaved ice, looking up at the man asking the question.]

Rupert Holmes, Escape--kinda known as the Pina Colada song, September 1979.

[It seems like he was just reading off a fact sheet, the way he said it. As if it were clearly embedded into his head. But when those eyes catch hold of Steve....]


Whoa.

[noparachute]

[The name is definitely unfamiliar to Steve, but he's used to it now. Maybe he can add Rupert Holmes or the song to his list, can't hurt at least. Sure his main goal is to help Bucky now, but he's not going to stop on catching up with the future either. 1979 is definitely something along the way.]

I'll keep that in mind. [Since he doesn't have his notebook on him, but he'll remember.

Steve soon notices the look Peter is giving him and his reaction is something he's experienced before. Kinda hard not to be used to it since he's a living legend and all. So, he just smiles a little and holds a hand out to him.]

Steve Rogers. [He tries to continue as if nothing happened though.] Nice to meet you, Mr...?

[outlawname]

[And Peter's looking at Steve like he just grew a second head. This is too much of a coincidence to be real--the looks, the name...

Oh right, he was supposed to be doing a hand shake. One extends, taking it gently as he tries to find the words that he wants to say. Like...his name.]

Peter Quill. Star-Lord. Legendary outlaw and..stuff.

[Our guardian of the galaxy, everyone.]

I'm a big fan. You know, of the way you punched Hitler 30 times.

[noparachute]

[One of Steve's eyebrows rises at the description. Star-Lord? And legendary outlaw?]

Sorry, the name isn't familiar to me. [He wonders what kind of outlaw Peter is, but... he seems nice? Steve isn't about to judge against him quite yet.] Won't be the first time though, still tryin' to catch up on 70 years of history.

[Ah, his old USO days. They were really... cheesy to say the least. But his tone is light as he responds back to him.] It was actually over 200 times.