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Test Drive Meme 3.


Mary, Mary, quite contrary How does your garden grow? With silver bells, And cockle shells, And pretty maids all in a row.
Prompt 1: t's probably been at least a little while since you managed to climb out of the well, so hopefully you've dried off by now and are enjoying poking around the Town. But who cares about all of that? More importantly, the Town has a new feature this time, for reasons entirely unknown to everyone. The flowers...seem to be talking. They have no faces, but they will definitely turn to talk to you, and if they have had their color restored, they will very brightly and contentedly compliment you, or your clothing, or wish you well. If they haven't? Prepare yourself for all sorts of horrible, horrible insults, because that's all that's coming your way. Prompt 2: ow are you settling in? Is the Town treating you well? It's not as bad as it used to be; some of the houses have color, some of the food has color and taste as well. It's been polished up a bit since everyone first got here. Granted, when you wake up that morning to find yourself in full fancy wear of many different types (all colorless, and gender has nothing to do with which you might end up in), you'll find that the Town might not be as well put together as it seems. You can't get out of the formal wear. It just won't come off, no matter what you do. Which wouldn't be so bad, but... it seems like these clothes will snag on just about everything in the Town, which is far from smooth. Try not to trip over those loose cobblestones, or your dress snagging on a nail sticking out from a door frame. This is really not the place for this sort of clothing. Prompt 3: e loves me, he loves me not... that's a pretty familiar game, right? For some reason, the urge to pick one of those flowers and casually pluck the petals from it while playing that game is going to grow stronger and stronger the more flowers you see. Eventually? You're just going to have to cave to it. (Certainly it doesn't help that the flowers scream a bit when you pull their petals; they still can talk right now, after all!) She loves you, she loves you not...and by the time you've picked the last petal, you've forgotten who you were even thinking of originally -- instead, the very next person you see is going to be the victim of a very impassioned declaration of love. Don't worry, you'll come back to yourself...after you declare your undying love for everyone to hear. Prompt 4: ut no matter how many people tell you not to go into the forest, however, it's still rather enticing, isn't it? It's sitting right there, waiting for you to explore it, waiting for you to just step a little bit out of the Town... And soon, you're surrounded by the dark boughs of the trees, the twisty, turny paths of the woods, where it feels like you're wandering in circles for hours upon hours -- And then, after ages of tree branches yanking at your hair and roots tripping you up, you find a clearing. And in that clearing? There's a field of flowers. They're colorless -- strangely eerie because of it, but still distinctly recognizable to the flower familiar as Asphodel. And touching any single one of those flowers will suddenly give you vivid memories of one of your precious friends -- so long as they're dead. Anyone around you is going to experience that flash of memory too, so be careful! 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 third 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! An important date to remember is September 1st, 9 PM EST, when Applications will open. There will be no reserves for this app round or any future app rounds, so it will be first come, first served applications. 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. You are of course welcome to use prompts from the previous two test drives. Thank you for your interest in Awash!

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[ Ah.

Unfortunately for Yu, Momo is the type to take the punches and roll with them in the worst possible way, so: ]

They sparkle... because you're shining so brightly!

[ Is this a bit??? He's assuming that this is a bit. It's kind of hilarious to him, really. ]

But, I'm sorry— I.

I'm a married woman...!

[ ? ???? ? ? ? ??? ? ]

Y-yes.

[The 'damsel in distress' aesthetic is something pretty much unknown to him too, so he's just... confused by this person. But that does not make him any less needful of assistance! So Tonbokiri gets on with it, trying to undo the laces that the boy was stuck on. ... Trying.]

Now, I will be the first to admit that my fingers might be a bit large for the finest tasks, but this... I'm very sorry, but the knot will not even budge.

I hesitate to suggest it, but, my cutting prowess is legendary. If I cannot cut through the knot, I doubt anything else can. [He comes around to make sure that he is looking directly into the young man's face as he asks,] I know we have only just met, but can you trust me to try? If you do not, I understand completely.

[ Poor Midtown, how many times can Grand Central be destroyed until the aliens just leave it alone?

But right now, it's not the honor of New York City's train system that's at stake— it's Nadia's honor on the line, apparently.

He feels bad for overhearing, honest. ]

Ahhh... these flowers are really brutal, aren't they? You know that one of them actually called me a [ he cups his hands over his mouth, trying to keep his voice down: ] fuckboy...?!

[ RIP. ]

[ what the heck

This certainly escalated??????? ]

Huh?! R, really?! You're really going to jump from 0 to 100 that quickly?!

[ He's not sure if this guy is just joking or— well. That spear definitely looks real, so all Momo can do is boggle and try to keep his nerves intact. It's an uphill struggle. ]

Wait. Wait, wait. Momo-chan's heart isn't ready for this...! Shouldn't we introduce ourselves first? Aren't we rushing into this?!

[ momo please why are you making it sound like you're getting married ]

[ Momose Sunohara, age 25, is the type of person who earnestly preaches love and happiness as if those aren't the most contrived two words in any language; he's the sort of person who crouches down next to a fourteen year old boy, knees drawn up and forearms settling on their apexes, and tips his head.

He never breaks the even curve of his smile, not once. ]

Hey.

[ Casual and lighthearted, as if he's talking to an old friend. ] —Sorry, sorry. Mind if I sit here with you for a bit?

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[ Being an idol... flirtatious come-ons are nothing new for Momo, and yet. There's just something so h-tropey about a beautiful woman with animal ears professing her love to him so brazenly, and in public.

The entirety of his body seizes up, and instinctively, he puts a hand up between himself and Metera...

...only to accidentally slap her under her chin?! Smooth. If this doesn't dispel all of her supposed affections for him, he doesn't know what will. ]

Hooooooold up! I, I'm sorry, but...!

[ What's a polite and unscandalous way to refuse someone so good-looking?? ]

...You haven't even tasted my home cooking yet! You can't be so hasty about these things, you know!!

[ ah. ]

[Chuuta, he's coming over.] [Says the voice in Chuuta's head, the reason people have always singled him out. It's hard to blend in when you hear someone no one else can.]

Sorry. [Chuuta says, taking a deep breath and pushing himself up to his feet. He's tired, the sort of tired that has nothing to do with how much sleep he got last night or the still-dramatic bruise on his cheek. But this guy doesn't need to know that, or get dragged into Chuuta's bad mood.]

I think there's something weird going on with the flowers. I mean-- more weird than the ones that were talking earlier!

[ It's a little too late to pretend that Momo didn't see anything (he did, some residual one-two punch to the gut and to the heart), but Chuuta doesn't dwell on it enough to send a silent SOS, so—

—neither does Momo (for now), even if he stays crouched close to those guilty flowers. ]

You can say that again. Isn't this like something out of a horror movie? I mean, don't you always want to assume the best about nature!?

[ An exaggerated shake of his head. ]

I'm getting a little scared, so keep me company, okay?

…it’s all a lie, child.

[ maybe that’s not the most comforting thing to hear, and maybe it’s insane for her to speak to a dragon like that, but she’s seen enough since she came to the castle to recognize what a preadolescent dragon looks like. (oddly enough.)

the electricity doesn’t deter her either—she’s confident enough in her own power that she thinks she could take it, if the dragon did lash out. ]

None of them are here.

[Oh. It's a useless adult.]

... yeah. [Chuuta says, a little disappointed as he crouches down next to the man.] Um... what are you scared of?

Hahahaha!

[ The tone of familiar laughter seems to shine through the otherwise colorless world. It's no one but Gawain, and he seems to be taking everything in stride. This is just another one of those Round Table jokes, clearly. ]

Ah, to give your heart to one who isn't betrothed to another — that is quite unlike you, Sir Tristan. But I should like to think that your attempt to carry me is the most unusual thing about you.

In other words, I believe you have hit your head.

I may have to rectify this immediately.

[Alas, she has never worn such an elegant dress before, because it was during a parallel era where she didn't even know about them until actually being taken into France's house (and then she could question the formal wear).

So nevermind the fact that it snagged on Tristan's harp because of some hoodoo magic. She figured she just needed more practice walking in it.]

O-oh! [She was stopped by a warm hand, and she was wondering why she felt like she was being tugged.] I thank you--...excuse me?

[Did he say he was going to accidentally cut her head off?! NOT THE HAIR.]

Yeah.

[ This is meant to be private, Noctis knows that much. He's no stranger to this town's unpleasant habits, one's most painful moments, secrets laid out for everyone to see. This time, it seems, it just so happens to be him. Noctis says nothing for a few moments, hands in his pockets.

Sasuke with his brother, then -- the similarity is uncanny. ]

Things like these happen pretty regularly.

[ He says quietly. He's learning that there are no such thing as secrets when the town decides to spill them to anyone who might be in viewing and hearing distance; it's one of the things he hates most about it. This time, it seems like Chroma's focusing on the dead. The lost. ] Good news is, it's probably not permanent.

[ His comment is dry, and he can't shake how strangely tranquil this stranger looks -- Noctis still feels shaky inside, like someone's stolen the breath out of him, the images of his father vividly seared in his mind when he's touched the flowers before. ]

There is no need, Sir Gawain. [ He snaps back to normal as quickly as that, and stares at his hands as if he doesn’t quite believe what he’d just done, before turning his…gaze back to his comrade.

You know what, he’ll just ignore that shade. ]

It appears that your brilliance must have blinded me with some strange madness.

I beg you to remain calm. It will be over soon. [ He hopes. Damn this ribbon’s stuck fast and trying to avoid hitting the strings by accident is making this all the harder. ]

[Thankfully, she is pretty calm, remaining as still as possible, even as he tries to soothe her. That being said, he seems to be...taking a while.]

It is not my dress, so feel free to ruin it. A-ah, though it would be such a waste...

[She just doesn't like ripping clothes in general!]

[Cutting a knot that won't open isn't that extreme, is it? This young man is so confusing...
BUT!]

Forgive me. Yes, an introduction might put you at ease. [He draws himself up and nods his head in a slight bow, hoping his smile is reassuring.]

I am called Tonbokiri, one of the Three Great Spears of Japan. It is a pleasure to make your acquaintance.

Are you certain? It would be a shame indeed if I should ruin such fine garments as these.

[ Never mind that they aren’t hers—he’s still going to be a gentleman about this, dammit. ]

Especially as it was my instrument that had taken you unawares. [ Gotta blame himself no matter what. ]

[It does look very lovely...it's the first time she's wearing something like this too!]

Mmm, but if it will make it easier for you, then feel free. I do not mind. If anything, I can try to fix it after, should I have to.

[She also shakes her head.] No, it is not your fault either. It was not like you intentionally caught my dress, no?

[ And she rocks it, in his humble opinion. ]

No, it was not, but ah… [ Maybe it was the wind or something? It sure is weird for a dress to catch on Failnaught like that when he’d tucked it safely out of the way of passerby, but granted, some weapons really aren’t easy to hide. ]

This is quite firm material.

[The ground isn't so far away, for some. A little yellow creature hops right up to the girl, making concerned noises.]

Pika? Pika pi!

[He sniffs at her head, then sits up on his hind legs as a young man approaches quietly. The man crouches and Pikachu scurries to her other side, making room for him to hold out a hand to assist.

Though he's gonna have a hard time helping her up in these heels. Damn, son.]

flowers

...Am I high?

[ like, first of all flowers are talking. second of all they're being rude as shit. she HAS to be hallucinating this. but then again why the fuck would she be down a well in some bizarre looking town.

anyway she's not taking shit from these things. she squats down and remains so on her legs, glaring at the flowers hurling their insults. then she reaches out to the one calling her a bitch and crushes the petals in her hand, before roughly yanking it out effortlessly. the others scream and cry and continue to lash out, which only gets a wicked smile from miki. ]

You know, I used to grow flowers outside my place. I'm real good at yanking out the weeds.

[ a lazy drawl of a warning that doesn't change the flowers mind, and so she continues to crush and yank. ]

fancy wear

Aaaaaaha-haha!

[ do you hear the sound of a wheezing, cackle of a laugh? it's close by because it's being directed at you. if that isn't enough to assure you though, the laugher in this case is also pointing right at you. ]

Oh man, you look stupid as hell. Who dressed you, a blind tailor?!

[ but, of course, like everyone else she's also here looking like medieval santa. look sometimes you need to feel good about yourself, and you do it by insulting others. ]

an Extra™ prompt (wildcard)

[ should you go exploring the woods, be it a temptation in your head, or a fool-hardy recklessness, it isn't hard to hear the sounds of monsters. but as you walk closer toward them, you realize the sounds you hear aren't enraged battle cries - they're wails and cries of fear. one of them, a hideous looking small pig beast, will run right toward you and then completely dodge you as it continues to run away from something.

and if you dare to tread in the opposite direction, toward whatever gave that beast a fright, it's impossible to miss the giant spider (note: this is an image of miki as a spider demon, not of a real spider) eating one of those pig beasts you just saw run away. it's like charlotte's web, except charlotte and her friend wilbur don't get along at all. she hasn't noticed someone watching her yet though - what will you do? ]

...

[He's wearing this. He doesn't seem bothered, at least, but when he looks down and pinches the sides of the skirt in his fingers and spreads it, well. Pink isn't really his color, is it?

Pikachu gives Red and then Yu both skeptical looks, then shakes his head vigorously and gestures at the outfit.]

PiKA!

[He forms an X with his little forepaws, then throws his arms out, shaking his head firmly once more. Nein, foolish protag. Nyet.]

Hahaha, nonsense, my friend. [ Gawain pats his fellow knight on the shoulder. ] You have always been strange.

[ Hey, he's. He's just saying. ]

Not to worry; I think nothing of it. It appears the lot of these flowers have been a bother to passersby, so I came down from the Town to investigate.

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