Test Drive Meme 2.

[awashmods]

These are the mem’ries that last. These are the mem’ries that will never pass. And time waits for no one. It’s gone in a flash. And only the mem’ries will last.

Prompt 1: he forest looms, uninviting and full of menace, an unwelcoming place for sure. Time to go explore! It isn't as though there's anywhere else to go, now that you've looked around the Town. The trees whack at you with branches that have far too much mobility for normal trees, strange and mutated animals watch from the shadows and boughs, and there’s the constant, constant sense of being watched -- But eventually, nonetheless, you’ll come across a small house in the forest. It sticks out like a sore thumb, bright and colorful, which is probably the first warning that something is way off, and it’s...covered in candy. It’s a candy house! It looks delicious. (It’s empty, too, not a single soul in it, without even furniture, but everything is otherwise edible and utterly delicious.) But if you eat the candy? You’re going to have a terrible, overwhelming urge to do one of two things: Fight the first person you see Kiss the first person you see Unfortunate. Prompt 2: he problem with a Town like this is that now that color is starting to return, bit by bit? You never really know when color’s going to come back -- or disappear. Maybe you’ve made a delightful, delicious sandwich from handmade bread and tomatoes and deer meat, all of which have color now… and then suddenly, when taking a bite, you get only the taste of ash and bread and tomato as the deer meat loses color. Also, someone probably died for that color to fade away. Alarming! Or maybe you’re walking along when suddenly your makeshift clothing is a hideous mix-match of colors; it had seemed fine when it was all grey and colorless! Or perhaps, even worse, you’re walking out of a house when suddenly, the flowerbed in front of it has full color, bright and maybe a little blinding after so much monochrome. Damn those color mechanics. Prompt 3: he quest seems simple, on the Quest Post: Quest 33: Feed the Cockatrice. Requirements: 2 of any color Key word, of course, is seems. First, you have to find the cockatrice. Maybe grab someone to drag into the woods with you, since there needs to be at least two of you. Time to stomp through the woods in search of the elusive cockatrice. Of course, once you find it, the quest...looks a bit harder. The monster hisses, ready to turn anyone who approaches to stone, as cockatrice tend to do. What do you even feed that thing? How will you get it to take it without getting stoned up? There are so many questions. At least the stone will wear off...eventually… if you’re unlucky enough to get petrified. Prompt 4: ut hey, you did it! You fed the cockatrice, it seemed satisfied, and now you can go fetch your reward from your home. It must be something amazing, with the work that you put in. The only change in your home, though, is what looks like a...picture book. It's got a colorful cover (in your character's color shade), and has their name on the cover, so it definitely belongs to them. And when they flip it open, it's clearly full of pictures scribbled in, as if drawn in scribbly crayon. Unlike the rest of the Town, this book is fully colorful, every shade of the rainbow in those crayon strokes... which depict, page by page, your character's worst moments in their life. Every single last horrific experience or tragic moment -- it's all there, in colorful, cute children's drawings. Congratulations! Extra: Got something in mind? Want to play with the setting more? The sky's the limit, so feel free and make up your own prompts to play with! Welcome to Awash's second Test Drive Meme! Please check out the FAQ and rules as you test your characters out. The setting is yours to play with, so be creative and have a good time with it! Important dates to remember are May 1st, 9 PM EST, when Reserves will open, and May 7th, 9 PM EST when Applications will open. Keep an eye out for it! As a side note, TDM threads are not canon, so please feel free to assume established CR for the sake of the TDM if it will make threading or showing off your character's voice easier. If you have any questions about the TDM, feel free to ask us here. If there are any other questions, you can catch us via PM, the FAQ or the contact page. Thank you for your interest in Awash!

Comments

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[tokugawa]

Ah? That's a familiar look.

[Ieyasu has way too many shitty friends.

Regardless he's turning to Greed and - honestly he hasn't had any of the candy. He's just always ready to fight because this is what friendship looks like in his version of Japan?? Still, he's not often the one to throw the first punch so instead he'll just keep smiling like a fool.]

Did you receive good news, friend?

[they're friends now]

iii

[buncho]

[ Mafuyu is very much the opposite, prone to jumping into things and figuring things out for herself rather than stop and watch and listen, and would have run right into the cockatrice, staring it right in the eyes like she would do to anybody she's issuing a challenge towards, if Toboe hadn't caught her sleeve and held her back. Her feet skid on the ground to stop her charge and keep her from falling over, the hem of her shirt pulled out like a makeshift basket to hold some berries she'd scavenged from the gardens. ]

What— Stone? What d'you mean "stone"?

[tosa]

( Aw, heck yeah. They're in this together? Ride or die? He likes the way you think, buddy. He'll take it gladly because Mutsu's spirit thrives on questionable decisions that usually end up okay.

He'll take his piece easily enough. There's definitely a thought in the back of his head telling him that maybe this isn't a good idea but there's a louder one screaming, "NOTHING VENTURED IS NOTHING GAINED."

Besides, Mutsu is tired of eating dirt. He misses food. He'll take what he can get. )

What? Are we s'posed to do cheers or something? ( Raising his piece??? ) Here's hoping it's not dust!

( But also please don't be lemon. Three, two, one, let's eat some candy. )

iv

[tokugawa]

[funny coincidence, all of ieyasu's book is red and it's all blood! . . . that said, he sure is working on moving past it. sort of. his own book is open in front of him still, open to a battlefield covered with fallen stick figure soldiers, and he glances up when ling speaks first.

and he manages a laugh that lacks actual light]

They seem to take great license with what they think we do or do not need here.

I take it the wounds are too fresh to look back on?

III

[flortissimo]

A-are you really sure about this??

[ Because Tsubomi doesn't enjoy being thrown over someone's shoulder like a bag of potatoes, but she's at least more reasonable than most.

... Or maybe she should be fighting this a little more. ]

i

[tokugawa]

[only one of them here has a suspicion mind, unfortunately.

rather instead, here's tokugawa ieyasu, walking around with the tokugawa crest emblazoned on his left arm, reaching out as if to carefully touch some of the items that are made of things that he does not at all recognize! he views them with less scrutiny and considerable amounts more delight]

Do you suppose it's a trap? Its effectiveness certainly is in question, isn't it?

[two men talking about a trap inside a trap making no move to escape said trap]

i

[buncho]

[ "Don't touch anything."

That just makes it so much more tempting, as if a house made entirely out of candy isn't tempting enough. There's chocolate and marshmallow and artificially flavored hard candy and all sorts of things that Mafuyu has no impulse control against, her tongue pressed against a windowpane when she hears Sasuke's shout. Not even breaking off a piece of the house. She just goes ahead and licks the window. ]

Shut up! Don't tell me what to do!

[ He's not the boss of her, but neither is she the boss of him- her commands, though, are just as forceful, accustomed to be listened to and obeyed. ]

[asano_san]

[Still no problems with this logic.]

I'm not clucking. You can cluck.

[It doesn't mean he has to like the logic. He's carrying the food. That's doing his part! He doesn't need to look like an idiot, too.]

i

[buncho]

[ Is it necessary? Mafuyu comes out from the back of the house, large planks of peppermint bark she'd broken off the porch and now has tucked under her arm, the chocolate melting slightly onto her plain white school uniform, but that can always be washed and she's determined to eat her way through the entire house before it can all melt away. ]

What'cha doing? [ Well. Mafuyu can see what she's doing, but why—- And then it dawns on her. Oh, smart. ]

You're breaking off pieces to save for later, right?! That way, we can take everything with us, and it'll last a few days!

[shipracked]

Eeeeh? Do "most" prefer to pick off their opponents while weak and vulnerable? How boring.

[she stands up straight and bolts to flank Ouni's side, drawing a second pistol from her belt as she does so. she's also firing off several rounds of shots in rapid succession, which. . . those are flintlock pistols, shouldn't such quick firing be impossible??]

[shipracked]

Hoooh? How else do you expect someone to free you?

[Rider asks, brow arched, as she still makes no move to actually. . . help]

[flortissimo]

If you could just... pull some of the hair free from the higher part...

[ Granted, this person looks like she would make it hurt like heck, but it's better than hacking off her hair. ]

b

[buncho]

[ There's a really strong urge to smack that pipe out of Gandalf's hands, but Mafuyu valiantly restrains herself.

Gandalf's storybook looks like a regular old storybook, what with dragons and soldiers carrying swords, and Mafuyu almost expects to see a princess on the next page as she goes from standing on her tip-toes to try to peer at the pages from afar, to inching close enough that she's leaning over Gandalf's shoulder instead. The book is so thick and he's so old, there must be so much illustrated in this book, compared to Mafuyu's own which can't be more than several dozen pages long, thin and balanced on her head to keep the sun off her face, the only good use she's found for it. ]

Which one's you? Who were you fighting? Did you win?

[shipracked]

[he moves quickly, so damn fast that she barely has time to process his words before there's a blade arcing through the air towards her. she kicks at the ground, ducks left, intending to dodge the head-on blow, only to find that she fell for a feint just one second fast enough to react]

Tch--!

[her movements are just as quick as she yanks one of her pistols from her belt, using the barrel to catch his blade before it can bite into sensitive flesh]

Oh. . . now this is more like it, golden boy! You almost had me.

[from this close, she can't fire her weapon and expect to hit him, so. what if she attempts to kick him in the gut instead??]

[swordfucker]

[He's used to this, really, and he thinks he deserves it, so he doesn't really comment on how Mika won't let up. He's quiet, instead, picking up a full candy book and raising an eyebrow at it.]

It's probably playing off of something else. [Like, lost childhood, maybe? That applies. It doesn't really matter, though.

The pictures on the wall, by the way, are all of various types of candy... formed by smaller candies.]

Not every case has been harmful. We might have gotten lucky.

[swordfucker]

[He gives a long, unimpressed stare at a chair made from pocky.] Yeah, even the furniture. I don't know who made it, but this forest is practically living. Things change. We'll probably never find this place again, even if we look for it.

[So, it's time to look at things closely and make sure there's nothing of value!]

[swordfucker]

...All of us are. You're two months too late, though, and the rest of us woke up in the well.

[He's wary of that, but he's also aware that it could just be the world screwing with this poor guy, rather than some sort of a trap.] Chances are, this isn't anywhere you're used to.

But you can worry about finding that out later. For now, if you need to rest, this house may be the best place to do it. [Even if it's... made out of candy.]

[swordfucker]

[Guess who isn't even moving to get a second fish? This guy. Guren carefully wipes the fish from his blade and into the bag, ducking out of the way of any stray falling fish from Josuke's efforts over there. The best way to motivate a kid is to make it a contest! But he didn't feel like playing, this time.

Besides, this is plenty of fish, and he's watching Crazy Diamond with interest. Normal human eyes probably wouldn't be able to detect that movement at all. Guren can follow it to a point— it's like watching a vampire. He's trying to determine what level it's at when he decides it's enough, even before five minutes passes.]

Okay, you win. That should be good enough. [JUST LIKE THAT... BORING??] You call that thing Crazy Diamond?

[shipracked]

[at that response, she lets out a hearty guffaw, chest heaving with each laugh]

I wouldn't worry if I were you. You don't look like you're about to become beast meal anytime soon.

[which is a comp. . . liment?? kind of]

Not a single piece of scrap on me. But I didn't come out here intending to feed the creature.

[she wants to CAPTURE it]

[swordfucker]

[This sure is crazy and reckless! Just like he likes it. It seems she isn't frozen up there, so proximity must not be the case, despite the myths. One thing ruled out. But he doesn't want to get caught in its gaze and find out that eye contact is what does it, either.

He knocks another tree down, though this is winding him considerably. He's not like, a vampire... He can't tap into this kind of strength for long at all. Eventually, he'll have to run out.]

[swordfucker]

The demon in my sword.

[He's saying it as he draws it, strangely enough. A black katana with a red streak down the middle. There are curse marks forming at the sides of his cheeks. He's trying really hard to not want to fight, but this is putting every bit of his desire on that feeling. He won't be able to hold back forever.]

That candy made me want to fight you. [He doesn't want this???]

[swordfucker]

[STOP KINKSHAMING]

I don't think anyone actually lives here. [He's a party pooper, saying something like that, and the silence stretches out a while longer as he picks up a candy book. A candy book!!] ...But if they did, there's no way they'd be able to use that fireplace.

[There, he relents a little.]

[swordfucker]

...Some of it is, I guess.

[Staring directly at a mixing of pocky and redvines that makes up the fireplace. Mysterious.] Nevermind that, it's not important. If you're an eager student, then follow my lead and stay close. Don't let anything distract you. Nothing can be trusted in this place.

[He's rough, and his attitude hasn't changed at all based on knowing who this is... If anything, it just lets him know he's capable despite the cheery shonen protag disposition? It's helpful.] We're going to look around this place.

[shipracked]

[eeeeeeeh. . . eeeeeeeeh]

You realize hair grows back. Sacrificing a small bit to nature won't hurt.

[flortissimo]

Please don't.

[ BE MERCIFUL, RIDER!!!! ]