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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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[Mogget is perfect in every single way, thank you very much. And is that a dig at him? Come back in 2000 years, buckaroo. Maybe Mogget will care then, but for now... he's too busy batting more flowers around, because the more he messes with them, the louder they become. He lives 2 annoy.]

So you say, yet I doubt you shun it.

[Humans are all the same, blah blah blah, another flower is decapitated as he yawns.]

Now, be honest— is this where you are most needed? Is this more important than, say, helping others find food?

Oh no! Here, let me --

[ don't mind if he takes ahold of their arm carefully to check if there are any more injuries and -

oh, this is not made of human flesh at all, but rather something that's more akin to glass. tsumugi should have seen how they're paler than an average human or how their hair sparkles in the sunlight, but blame his glasses for that. he gulps, unsure if he should just put their arm down or keep holding on to them gingerly. ]

Ah, sorry - Does it hurt anywhere?

[As dramatic as memory sharing could be here and now--naturally, Minato's a little concerned immediately to see Ken in the woods, and even more so to see him reaching for one of those flowers.

So there's definitely a gentle hand on his shoulder, and a quiet:]

Hang on--we don't know what they'll do if you touch them.

[but did he MAKE IT IN TIME.]

It is unforgivable not to put your all into something that you are doing. If they're going to do this, they should be good at it.

[That flower was making so much progress... No, it's actually very annoying that they're getting louder and louder, thanks. Point proven. He sighs.]

You're not very subtle, you know. That kind of specific suggestion... a little frankness goes a long way.

[Just beg for fish you mean cat.]

[ Her knee does sting a little, when she glances down at it, though it's hard to tell there's any kind of injury through the voluminous grey material of her pants.

Except maybe that it's all scuffed with dirt now, so she tentatively pats her knee and droops a bit.

Hm. ]

[Hm, he suddenly feels like reality is coming back to him and also he wants a divorce. No. No sardines. Jesus.]

Perhaps I'll have a crate of toothpicks sent to your "Hades"... Sardines aren't good for a child in such large quantities.

[ It's pretty clear that the train of Phos' gown has been trailing in the dirt and snagging on rock and branch both along the way. They're not, like, super upset at the prospect of ruining these clothes because it's just sleepwear, right? But they are pretty alarmed by the person that's come at them so suddenly and tripped over their own hems. ]

Ack—! [ Shuffling forward to check on this poor soul. sorry if our own dress kind of smacks you in the face in the process though, mugi. :( ]

Hey, are you okay?

and can all the flowers talk

[There's a boy (middle school age, short, green-eyed, with fluffy black hair and an open expression) crouching in front of a patch of lavender.]

You look very nice today too. [He says, politely, to the flowers.] You're a lovely color.

[And then, he keeps talking, to no one at all.] I don't think they're able to do anything except compliment-- come on, they're just being nice! They're better than the other ones!

if you don't hold your tongues, i'll pick you!

[Chuuta keeps picking flowers on accident, pulling handfuls of dusty grey blooms off bushes and then dropping them in apologetic shock. He's always been kind of spacey, so it's not really a surprise that he's finding himself with petals between his fingers. The yelling is disconcerting though, vicious insults and anger from the blossoms.

Eventually, he finds himself staring at a flower in his hands, and pulling at a petal.]

She loves me. [He whispers.]

[She loves you not.] [Says the voice in his head as he pulls another petal.

They go on like that for a while, Chuuta's murmured "she loves me" followed by the reminder of "she loves you not" from Drew, a reminder that only Chuuta can hear.

At the end, Chuuta's the one speaking as he pulls the last petal and turns to a passerby in excitement.]

Look! You love me! That's great, since I really love you too!

in most gardens, they make the beds too soft

[Remember that time when you were six years old and the bigger kids were teasing you for being weird? They shoved you down, said stop talking to yourself, crazy, said what, do you think you can talk to ghosts or something and you were on scraped hands and knees still trying to figure out what happened. He stepped in, your best friend, a boy your age with bright red hair and an even brighter smile and crouched down beside you as you wiped little bits of gravel off your hands and said it's okay, I don't care if you talk to yourself, and he took your hand and--

Chuuta, age fourteen, is on his hands and knees again, but this time there's no best friend to pick him up with a smile, just a field of flowers and a stranger who just saw the sort of memory that makes him really want to cry.]

At least one? I can't say I've figured out an exact number yet.

[ Maya is so surprised by this matter-of-fact question that she too is blurting out a very honest and blunt response. Journalist habit. ]

[He probably smells funny since he transforms A Lot for jobs, but right now he's just plain Atsushi. He'll bend down to her level, peering at her with duel-toned eyes brimming with curiosity.

It's an odd realization, but....]

....So cute....

[It shouldn't be, but it's surprising for some reason. The little cub looked more like a kitten than a fearsome beast.]

Hello there. Do you live all the way out here?

No. I know an archangel named Flonne. I don't believe anybody has ever called her "Cupid".

[Artina certainly hadn't and she'd known Flonne for centuries. Ah, that's right, different worlds exist in a place like this. While he's no stranger to the concept, something so far removed from his own reality is a bit odd.]

Are you having trouble being honest, lad? What about it is giving you difficulties?

I.

[ A man with a mess of blonde hair, a scruffy beard, and a lot of bandages all over his face is crouching in front of a cluster of grey flowers. He's got a bemused expression on his face, staring at faceless flowers, who are screaming obscene insults at him.

Failure! Terrible shot! Cheater! What are you even good for!

He kind of just grins a bit helplessly, in the way one does when they're unsure of what to do. The first person who passes by gets a nervous laugh and: ]

You know, I don't even think this is the weirdest thing I've seen today, and that's saying something.

II.

[ You know how when you put shoes on dogs, they do that weird sort of raised foot walk and stumble around until they give up and just on the ground and give you a sad look?

Well. Clint is that dog. He's a sad dog in an extremely starchy outfit that is colorless and uncomfortable. It's like wearing cardboard. And Clint has given up on the walking thing, so anybody passing by will just find him laying in the middle of the street.

Eventually this will wear off, right? And he can go back to wearing beat up jeans and hole-y T-shirts? Please? ]

You need to shape up! What’s life without a little spice? My husband is quite the womanizer, after all.

[ what kind of marriage is this ]

[Yeah, speaking of the son of Poseidon...

...well. First of all, he's suddenly surprised to actually spot Nico who's so intently focused on plucking petals out of flowers. Second of all, that confession isn't what he was expecting either so he settles for raising an eyebrow and choosing his words carefully for once.

That means waiting all of five seconds, but he tried.]

Wasn't exactly planning on it. [He tilts his head in thought.] They seemed fine when people were making them into crowns though.

"Yuu-chan! Do your best!"

( tmw you crawl your way out of a weird well only to find even weirder things, such as: complimenting flowers. each one gets a weird look as yuu passes them by, but--they're not hurting anything, right? )

"Yuu-chan, you're sooo strong!"

"We believe in you, Yuu-chan!"

"Why couldn't you save them, Yuu-chan?"

"They all died and it's all yo--"

( a booted foot slams down on that last one, smearing it's planty-guts all over the dirt before yuu sighs, pats the sheath of his sword up against a shoulder and keeps on going, )

Man, Ashuramaru. Do you know how to get out of here? Because I think I'm getting a little lost out here.

iii.

( whatever you were doing clearly isn't as important as what he's getting up to, right? which is why yuu's shoving his way right into the next closest person's personal space, grabbing onto their shoulders and yelling directly into their face: )

I love you!! You're so awesome and amazing and I can't believe I haven't told you how much I love you yet? Because I do!

wildcard.

( he's a Dumb Baby, yuu will worm his way into almost everything. do what ur heart desires. )

Livestock?

[ man, way to fucking kill her boner! ]

Since you’re so cute, I’ll forgive it, but that naughty mouth of yours ought to be more careful.

[ Ghost finally actually looks at Tsumugi and they'd probably be more concerned for his thread-like hair and his fleshy, not-literally-just-off-white skin if it weren't for their arm. Priorities and all that. They were sure they could ask this strange gem all about their condition once the matter at hand was dealt with.

They jerk their shoulder, and Tsumugi can probably understand where the fracture occurs. Ghost says it anyway, though, because they aren't one for being unclear. ]

There. I just need you to take this off me so I can glue it back in place.

Much appreciated.

[He stands still while Jion works at it, only moving around when he thinks it will assist what he's doing. He gets hit in the face with feathers a few different times, though it never seems to bother him.

He shouldn't be surprised by now that this man doesn't know what his LED signifies, but each time it's caught him a bit off guard. He had assumed at least some people here would know, but...]

As dictated by the American Android Act of 2029, all androids are required to wear identifiers and LED indicators, so as not to be confused with humans.

[He rattles this off mechanically, like he's reading from a rule book.]

By law I should be wearing my standard issue Cyberlife uniform with identifying markings, but for unknown reasons I can't remove the clothes I'm wearing.

[Even though, if he had any opinions, he's pretty sure he would hate this.]

[Well, that's a start!! Reim writes down a neat little 1 in his notebook. Okay!]

Second question! In about how many years do you want to be married?

[...yeah, no, his self-protection reflexes are nowhere near developed enough for that. It's not until she's already gone in for the chomp that Ryan realizes he maybe should have moved, and then the next thing he knows--

-ah.]

Ow, jeez-- even little cats have pretty sharp teeth, huh...

[He can't help wincing at that, but he doesn't yank his hand away, just sort of... gently tugging... so that he doesn't end up making this a lot worse.]

Can you, uh, let go-? Please?

[Can it even understand him, god, he has no idea.]

[Does she need a lawyer... for the divorce...]

I— you know, I don't think two wrongs make a right, in this particular circumstance.

Well, if you insist, then...

[She will quietly and primly settle herself next to Rosetta, hands folded neatly in her lap.]

I was beginning to wonder what to do with them myself... [A sigh.] --your poise is quite impressive.

[ Press f to pay respects--

Nah, no one should be that mean. Grayscal flowers have got that covered and they're in the other prompt. Honebami will kneel down, offering a hand. ]

Yes please.

[ He's just gonna answer that offer, even if poor Tsumugi might need help with his own outfit? The boy here is also short, but he got around by lifting the cape off the ground. It makes his arms tired and useless though unless he lets go. ]

[It's his job to patrol the forest today, and he's noticed now that some people keep traipsing off down into the woods, almost as though drawn by something. So he's headed that way, too, in case it's dangerous.

And these flowers? Definitely suspicious. He gets there just in time to see a kid reaching for them, and he quickly steps toward him.]

Hey, don't-

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hewwo... this is not the blue-haired librarian they're looking for tho,

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