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!

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[cupiditates]

[AS IF HE WOULDN'T? That book is his, now, thanks baby emperor--]

Is that a shoe? Why the hell is a sho--

[Oh.

Right.

He turns to look back at Ling Yao, emperor of Xing and one of the few men alive who could go toe-to-toe with the personification of avarice himself.]

Really?

Yosano Akiko | Bungou Stray Dogs

[thoushaltnotdie]

I.

[ There wasn't much time to get acquainted with the town. After all, the general consensus from everyone seemed to be a resounding "We don't know what the fuck is going on", and that just didn't fly with Yosano. She was determined to figure out what was going on, maybe a little more so now that she knew she wasn't the only one completely lost. She wasn't sure if she could figure it out on her own, but she'd still try, damn it. (Surely she's picked up a few things from the detective agency by now? Ho hum.)

Of course, this just meant no one had actually told her the dangers this forest held just yet, but she found her way going through it anyway. Fortunately, she didn't seem to be unarmed! Where did she even get that cleaver, anyway...?

If one were to follow, or even just happen upon Yosano, they'd find her at this very delectable house, with full intent to... hack... pieces off of it? Well... guess it was a bit strange to trust a house like that, but was this really necessary? ]

III.

[ 'Requires two people', huh...? Normally, this might've been a problem. Everyone seemed to avoid her whenever she went out for errands of her own for some reason... But this wasn't home. And, hell, this might give her a chance to get to know the people around here a little better, so it's not like there was only things to gain. By the talk of the town, these quests seemed pretty important to do. Maybe they'd help one get home? That seemed to be the biggest hope, anyway.

She politely approached the nearest person with a kind smile. ]

Excuse me, would you come with me for this quest?

[kringlefuck]

Yes, yes. You heard me right. Bamboozled, hoodwinked, booby-trapped.. nothing is more treacherous than seductive sweets, you realize.. here in this colorless kind of world, I suppose it's rather.. attractive to look at it. Um.. but it's better not to touch.
_{[ why is him describing this like he's describing a hot chick... ]}

I just think.. it's a trap. Why else would something so alluring be here?
_{[ Jake is dumb but he also grew up on hellmurder island so he knows when to be wary. ]}

Proper thing to do might be to knock and see if anyone is home if even that or skidaddle the frig outta here post-haste.

3

[swordfucker]

Haha, how are you going to do that? You don't even look like you can protect yourself.

[He's so MEAN, but it's meant to be teasing more than any genuine insults. She's good with combat, he can tell that!! But he's here to make sure a bird doesn't look at them and cause them both to die just from that.]

We have to move carefully, and avoid looking at it directly. Remember, we're planning this out before we do anything rash. [He glances down at whatever random ass food he's brought. Hmm, a plan to shove this in its mouth and run...]

[glorypunch]

Guooohhh!

[ what is that sound? who knows? but nanami is trying to fight, and mafuyu doesn't seem into it because she has grabbed her beloved eden rod and nanami doesn't have the strength or leverage to just pull it out of the way. ]

Let—go!! I'm serious, you'll regret it!!

[moochobliged]

[GIVE HIM HIS BOOK BACK??? Cruel fate...]

It was an act of desperation! Of course the memory would last!

[If only Ed were here to be given literally all of the blame for this shoe-eating incident, because what the fuck Ed.]

[athenite]

[ honestly annabeth hadn't expected anyone to recognize the language. accordingly she glances up. it's the daedalus laptop, a delta symbol on the front, and she'd thought it lost forever in tartarus.

luckily (?) it was here when she got here, so that's...

weird. but annabeth's life has been weird since forever. while she wouldn't usually give out what it was to those who couldn't see through the Mist there is 1) no mist as far as she can tell here to see through and 2) everyone knows shit is weird and she hasn't bothered to hide who she is because of it. it just seems a little silly to conceal your demigod status when people are from other worlds, maybe. ]

Sort of. It was created by Daedalus, a son of Athena.

[ she has no idea if the names will mean anything to diana: sometimes people just aren't up to date on their mythology. ]

[buncho]

[ She stops, but however much """soup""" was in the process of being poured is still quite a lot of mud splattering across his face. The bowl doesn't get lowered, though, held up in one hand while the other hand balances her mountain, Mafuyu staring at the soup for a moment— it smells delicious, no problems here— then down at the mud all over Ling's face. ]

Maybe you gotta get closer and catch it before it turns into gunk. Stand up.

[ You're not eating fast enough, Ling, that's the problem here. ]

Gandalf the Grey | The Lord of the Rings | color: red of some kind

[batteredhat]

A: Good Morning

[There your character is, minding their own business, doing whatever it is they do in the mid-morning, when an old man with a long beard, bushy eyebrows, and a pointy hat, leaning on a large stick wanders over. There's a genial air about him, and a bit of a smile tugs at his lips, a twinkle in the eye as if he's laughing at some private joke. In a way, he rather fits the environment - at least the bits of it that are still missing color, anyway - as his clothing and hair are quite grey themselves, but he likes it that way. Nothing wrong with plain, understated garments! It makes it easy if he has to patch it up here, anyway.

None of that is really important, however. No, what is important is that the old man - he rather looks like a wizard, doesn't he? With that beard and that hat and that staff - is smiling just a little, as he addresses your character with a nod.]

Good morning!

[Why, this almost feels like the start of an adventure! ... well, if your character is up for it, anyway. Perhaps a Cockatrice hunt or an expedition into the forest. Or maybe it's nothing at all and he's simply observing the state of this allegedly good morning; it probably won't stay good for long.]


B: What curious books!

[Smoke drifts by, carrying the sweet scent of smoldering pipeweed. Or well, sort of. There's not a lot of wind today so mostly it just curls upward in a thin trail from someone seated on a bench in a more publicly accessible garden in the Flavo district.]

Dear me.

[The someone in question is Gandalf, and he sits comfortably, smoking a pipe and leafing through one of the wonderful books given in reward for an earlier completed job. The rather thick book has a red cover, but the way it is propped in his lap hides the name (just as well as he has many names, and there's no guarantee the one on the spine is the one by which he introduced himself). However, the crayon drawings are readily visible enough as he flips through them.

The first few pages are full of what look like rainbow vomit with several stick figures that might possibly be singing in a choir? One of the stick figures is very black and very read and very angry looking and might be yelling at the others? Maybe? Also there's a spider or ... something? Whatever, it's weird.

Gandalf seems to recognize what's going on, in any case, and he frowns at the book, clearly perplexed and deep in thought. The page he's on now near the very end has a mountain and a big red dragon (and lots of other colors to make it fun!) breathing fire and smoke, and a bunch of tiny people on the ground that have swords and things totally out of proportion with themselves. Some of them have pointy ears and some of them have sharp teeth and some of them are very very small. It seems to be a battle, at least going by the next several pages.]

Ah, what a perilous day that was...

[ Absently, he breathes out some smoke of his own, idly tracing the line of the dragon with one finger. ]

But still no clue as to the author.

[Gandalf continues to mumble to himself as he goes through the book, but feel free to interrupt - whether about the book or the smoking. Just don't run off with his staff, which is leaning against the bench beside him. It would be cruel to deprive an old man of his walking stick!]



((Got a different idea? Go for it! I'm pretty open to suggestion :3))

[nipzips]

[ unrelated but look at this cute art ]

[ Aww, this guy's so small and timid-looking. Kinda reminds him of Koichi. ] I wouldn't know where else to get food to feed a chicken-monster, anyway. Not like I can just pop by a convenience store, or go to Kame Yu. [ A department store/market that he has back home. ]

Okay, I gotta ask, since you seem to know more about this place than I do -- Where did everyone go?

[cupiditates]

I guess so.

[That's deep, buddy. And though the bits about his hair dye and the walking house are interesting, he's gonna start flipping pages soon enough. Anything else cool for him to find?]

So you dying or what?

[cupiditates]

Listen, I've seen what Gluttony would eat. You definitely could have found something besides the shoe. It's your own fault.

[swordfucker]

...So you fell and... made up?

[He's missing so much context, he's never going to understand this!! He thinks he won't no matter what she explains, anyway, from that cheery disposition of hers.]

[glorypunch]

[ ............uwah! a cute girl?! no one has ever called her cute before, and it may not be coming from a handsome prince, but a nice peer that she just met today isn't a bad person to receive a compliment from.

she blushes, holding her hand to her hot face. ]

...you really think Nanami is cute?

[occultigen]

I...see. Well, er, you needn't worry, your secret is safe with me.

[She manages a tiny smile that she hopes comes off more reassuring than she feels. What girl would want people to know she's strong, after all; that's no way of getting anywhere in life. Prim and delicate is the way to go, the whole way down.

Still, she's not going to turn down the assistance, even if she seems a little apprehensive about actually reaching out to touch Mafuyu.]

Do you know which way we're meant to go?

[moochobliged]

[She dumps mud all over his face and then criticizes him for it, how cruel. He sits up, wiping mud off his face as he does, and somehow manages to wobble to his feet.

So all his theatrics were for show? Mostly. He does feel a little light-headed, but the shock of hot soup turning into cold mud has miraculously given him the strength to get up and complain about it.]

Somehow, I don't think that's the problem with your soup... Normally I'd be grateful for your generosity, but now I think I'll settle for being grateful you're not drowning me in mud anymore.

[kringlefuck]

Arugh!
_{[ you're giving him a scare there, Dave..
He even jump/flies a good yard away and lands on his feet, staggering a bit. It's just the other Strider. Not anyone he has concrete relationships with just yet, but uh.. ]}

What is with you lot and just existing out of plumb no where? You startled me!
_{[ not like Dave is an alarming presence.. he's kind of quiet and chill, but here Jake is freaking out. ]}

Nice old nanna or not, that house has gotta go!
_{[ not answering your weird Atkins question because who the fuck is that.. ]}

francis drake/rider | fate/grand order

[shipracked]

one.

[the forest looms, uninviting and full of menace, but you're out here anyway, aren't you? meandering through the trees until you stumble upon a tiny little candy house. haven't you read the story of Hansel and Gretel?? you should maybe not stick around for too long]

[seriously. because before you can approach said house, several sharp rapports crack through the air around you as bullets whiz through the air and puncture the ground near your feet, kicking up dirt upon impact. whoops. . .!]

[so anyway, there's a grandly dressed pirate lady hanging off the side of the house, her flintlock pistol levied in your direction, a manic-yet-delighted expression twisting up her features]

Aaaaah, don't be shy! Take one more step, will you? It's been centuries since I've had a good brawl; don't disappoint me, now.

[someone ate the candy]

three.

[for anyone brave (???) enough to partner up with this boisterous personality in feeding the cockatrice, one you both manage to find the creature, Rider is. . . just going to fold her arms and stare at the animal, gaze narrowed and lips quirked upwards in something akin to excitement]

Tch. You don't plan on eating quietly, do you, beast? Hey.

[that's directed at you, as Rider steps forward, hand raised in a casual, dismissive wave]

Stand back. I'm going to claim it as mine.

wildcard.

[feel free to make up your own prompts!]a

[buncho]

[ What else is there besides eating. She stares up at him for a moment, perplexed but rather used to the rough "pat" on the head— it brings something of a smile on her face, which might be that or might be whatever she's trying really hard to think of that she likes doing. ]

Fighting... I guess? It can be fun sometimes. But you don't need money to do that.

[photoshooter]

[Oh. Okay. It's just a girl. Holy shit, it's a girl. Prompto pushes himself up a little too quickly, grunts, but then raises his hand in an O.K. sign.]

Uh, I'm fine! I'm fine, Miss... um, hi!

[Smooth.]

Iiiis this your house? I'm sorry, I didn't mean to trespass. I just wanted to get out of the, uh. The trees.

[moochobliged]

You've never been down there! It's endless, and I was so hungry...

[He's never sounded more pathetic and nasally in his life as this moment.]

III

[embracers]

[what is fast food.... though the cockatrice seems to be a speedy enough to qualify as 'fast', though Diana is immediately Concerned at the idea that Percy might be planning on eating the cockatrice??? don't do that percy... or maybe do?? MAYBE IT'S EDIBLE??? who knows

The rest of what he says is perfectly understandable though, so Diana hefts up her shield a little higher, plants her foot into the dirt, then -- while waiting for the right moment Percy's distraction can afford her (this boy's skill with the sword is nothing to sneeze at, especially since he's apparently doing all this without looking directly at the cockatrice??) -- she takes a deep breath and

slings her shield like a frisbee towards the cockatrice

who is hopefully still occupied with trying to eat Percy and won't notice what hits it, literally.]

[glorypunch]

That is so rude! I ought to give you a piece of my mind, you know?!

[ it doesn't matter how reasonable guren is being now, nanami has been incensed. she's easy to tease, but also, the consequences are dire. ]

I know how to fight a cockatrice, believe it or not! My brother and I have seen a ton of these things, and how many have you seen, Mister Military Man? You shouldn't assume things just based on the way people look!

[ even though she kind of just did that herself?! ]

[cupiditates]

Maybe! It's definitely possible, but proooobably not the only reason.

[He takes a few steps forward, tipping his head this way and that, trying to see if he can see any trace of Crazy Diamond.]

So what was that?

[buncho]

Yep, we made up! It's the same with all of these, you know? If you fight with your friends, you make up! Problem solved!

[ It's just that easy, apparently, even though these were the sorts of things that stung deep enough to be dredged out of her heart and imprinted into a book. ]