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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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[Kotoha doesn't look at all surprised by this... instead, she just shrugs a little.]

They're probably going to stick to talking, if we haven't seen any dancing yet.

Are you... youkai? You're not human, but you don't feel like any of the other youkai I've experienced.

... I guess that's true.

[He'd like to deny the cruelty, but he can't; he's seen it for himself.]

But I like to think that given the chance, people will prove that capacity for kindness in the end most of all.

[That's true, of course. He is right there with you, Ryan.]

... These sorts of things don't tend to last too long so... maybe we can keep the looking around to this general area until we can take these clothes off?

[ Ah, backhanded compliments—that really takes him back. Still, it’s better than nothing, and he even smiles a little, despite Mogget’s sudden friendliness.

Yes, that’s definitely ominous. ]

Perhaps I could. [ Still smiling softly, as if he’s in possession of a little secret. ] But I cannot speak of such things freely. Unless…you seek another trade?

[ Hopefully one that doesn’t involve any more killing, since he still feels bad about both the bird and the flowers. ]

[The single eye is all he needs to appraise her in a very teacher-like fashion. He did the same thing with Boruto, honestly.]

It depends on what you can do already.

[Ack. She knows that look. As with most high school students, the direct attention of a teacher makes her a tiny bit uncomfortable. Measured, weighed, judged. She hadn't anticipated that reaction from him since all she wanted was a little demonstration -- but the deeper Hatoko considers, she may have been unintentionally disrespectful.]

Okay.

[She changed her own mind, sort of. If she were to offend him by acting too childishly, it would be very upsetting.]

There isn't enough room in here, though.

[Cheeky!! He's not a fan of this man's rapidly improving confidence, to be quite honest, but his curiosity temporarily outweighs his desire to be a rude asshole.

So, in short: HMPH.]

The missing bird is an adequate price, is it not? [Except no, of course it isn't, he knows this.] Oh, very well. I suppose that I am... open to discussion, although I haven't the faintest idea what you expect in return. I am only a cat.

[A lying cat.]

[... Well, that's... an observation, to be sure. Minato blinks slowly, and then nods solemnly.]

Yeah, people don't seem to be very surprised that I was sorted into blue. I wonder why...?

[That is. A Joke.

A very deadpan joke.]

You shouldn't inside. It's dangerous, and then you wouldn't be able to enjoy the cafe if you destroy it.

[But when he stands up, he realizes he hadn't touched the tea she took the trouble of making. Yikes. Now both of them are in a situation of feeling unintentionally disrespectful.

It's fine.

He takes the tea up and, despite sipping it being much better and appropriate, he throws it back to drink it in one, long go. He's strangely gentle when he puts the cup back down.]

It was good.

[And then he just turns to leave.]

You cannot go deaf, you idiot, you are a rock!

[ Logic never was Bortz's strong point. Rutile pinches the bridge of their nose, shaking their head. ]

I don't have enough to continue my study. I needed a untouched wildflower bed so I could observe them in an undisturbed state; that is critical. Now that you've destroyed the rest, their lives will never be the same again.

[ They shove the trowel in their pocket. It does not do wonders for keeping the lab coat clean. ]

You will just have to help me find new ones.

[Wise but unnecessary words. Hatoko is thoughtful and cautious, and the least enthusiastic of her peers about using her abilities in a casual way. She wouldn't destroy this quaint little hideaway in a thousand years! But she does appreciate that it takes a consideration person to ensure no mistakes are made. It was too easy to overlook the dull, practical realities.

Ah - Although Hatoko had noticed he hadn't tried her tea, she thought it was for any number of reasons and told herself the real one had nothing to do with her. The cafe's contents could be less fresh than he could tolerate, or he had an allergy, or, whatever!

Nonetheless, to see him make the effort not to hurt her feelings was incredibly touching. The boy she loved most in the world probably wouldn't have noticed the potential slight. Yet, when Juu-kun was observant and caring towards others it made Hatoko swoon uncontrollably.]

Th-thank you, it was nothing.

[She slaps her cheeks with both palms. Focus, focus!! Geez, she'd said that to his back; he was already leaving. A-anyway, she should follow him, and come back later to clean up.]

Any requests? Eeheehee.

[Maybe a little boasting was okay.]

[ Must be nice... Not being single and knowing where you stand with your boyfriend, Lottie bitterly thinks. ] Uh, I'm sure he's looking for you. But no one, really? There has to be a way to leave if we can get stranded here. [ But at the same time, she gets it.

She's only been here for five minutes and she absolutely loathes this place. ]

I didn't even consider a stalker doing this.. but my fan base would never do that! [ She thinks. She's pretty sure. She rests her head in her palm, throwing the flower she almost destroyed over her shoulder. ] Geez, I don't even want to think about the kind of weird guy doing all this, either.

Dave or Dirk. [Filing those names away.] I see. Do you know how I might be able to find them?

[Because unfortunately without any network access he can't just pull up the files on these people and find them that way... not that it would be easy to do anyway, with only two names as common as "Dave" and "Dirk."]

["Cosplay"...? Connor isn't entirely sure he knows that one, and without any network connection he can't google it. But in context, he's guessing it means to wear a costume, and possibly affect a certain sort of manner.

Not enough data is fair enough, though. He nods to accept her information.]

I'm surprised that whoever they were could get me into it in the first place. My systems should have woken me from sleep mode if I were being tampered with.

[So yeah, just going to put that he's a robot on display now. It's not like it's a secret.]

Well, that's a concern for later. For now, I need to find a way out of these.

[> Remove illegal garments.

It's still flashing in his priority queue.]

Unless you are seeing something other than a field of colorless asphodel, I can assure you that you are perfectly sane, Lieutenant.

[Connor is still examining the flower, though it isn't giving him much information. He shouldn't be spending so much time on this; a clearing in the woods is just a completely normal coincidence, at least usually, and there's no reason to think this place contains a clue.

Finally, he turns back to Hank.]

I still can't determine why they don't have color. But otherwise, these seem to be perfectly normal flowers.

[That is indeed surprisingly easy! Though, he's definitely looking at those claws now. What kind of person is this?

And is she going to rip the cape?

For now, he just holds freakishly still, and leaves those questions for later.]

[ Not only is this a talking cat... but it's a smart talking cat. She continues her stare, a brow raising delicately once he's finished speaking. ]

Then why weren't you there when I woke up in the well? How did a cat like you even get out, anyway? [ She's using her very distinct knowledge of every rescue video she's seen of cats to her advantage.... ] And I wouldn't know how that got there, I don't live here. I don't know what's going on with this haunted town, either. So yeah, maybe?

[ The water, unfortunately, seems to do little to help. There is no change in the flowers and, if anything, they seem a little more irritated. They shout insults at the both of them and Nadia's face crumples.

She looks back over at her new companion, eyebrow quirked. She's so used to using Pym Particles in her everyday life, at this point, that Nadia doesn't even seem to realize how... out of the normal it is for the rest of the world. She shrinks the flask back down and drops it into the case, tucking it away again. ]

Oh, that? That is nothing! Just a group of subatomic particles discovered by my father that allow me to reduce and increase the mass of objects. Very useful! [ A smile. ] I'm Nadia, by the way. I didn't get your name.

[The door he holds open for her until she's outside of the cafe, and then he follows along behind. Only she will really know how big of a space she needs to do abilities.]

Yes. [This is expected by anyone who knows him very well.] Lightning.

Show me a little of what you can do.

Maybe, maybe not~ Would it have been better or worse if I had tried and not been able to finish the job clean and fast?

[As he shrugs his shoulders the long ends of his scarf sort of mimic the motion. It could have been the wind, if there were some. Lawless is almost tempted to give murdering Nico a try now too, just because.]

Yes~ Just awkward, mainly for you if you react like most humans tend to do. Sadly I'm one of those unfortunate cases where God has given me one face, and yet I keep making myself another to quote Shakespeare freely. I'm still as harmless and cute as ever even in the brutal revealing light of the sun though, haha~

[If Nico demands a straight answer Lawless will drop the games and give it to him. For now he is simply directing him to a shadowy spot where somebody seems to have started working on setting up a bar. Or at least the garden version of it. There are a few tables with benches waiting next to them. A few big trees are offering shelter from the direct sunlight with their leaves, which seems to be enough for Lawless.]

My name's Lawless by the way. Or Hyde, whatever you prefer. I don't really care about what's in a name as long as we both know that what's meant is me.

[That's a tricky one. Lightning isn't useful for much. Except mass destruction, which doesn't interest her. Eehn.... With nothing to attack she'll have to make an opponent on her own.]

'Kay.

[Humming, she sways a little from side to side. This exhibition has put her in a good mood; it reminds her of the sparring/learning matches she'd had with her friends.]

I'll make targets first.

[Communication, that was one of their rules. It wasn't always followed but sometimes a bit of warning prevented a dozen steel spears from being blown off-course by a blast of wind.

Hatoko creates clay discs out of thin air. They materialize several feet away and reasonably high in the sky so that tilting her chin up is needed to get a proper look at the perfectly smooth, tan circles.

Now, for some -- lightning! CRASH. Again from the clear, unclouded sky comes bright streaks of furious energy - each one meticulously striking a random clay target.

But she doesn't stop there. As soon as the broken multitude pieces of pottery start to fall, the lighting re-appears in thinner but more numerous bursts. The small pieces are turned into even smaller dust.

Best of all? No ninja catchphrase.

Britomartis, ah, jump-started them for me.

[There was, of course, more to it than that. There were rescues and battles and so much more, but it wasn't the time to talk about exactly what happened in Indianapolis.]

A place called 'The Waystation' in Indianapolis. It's,

[She looks away, frowning. She's not sure if Leo would want her to tell the others, but Nico wasn't like his other friends. He was, different somehow.]

It's become our home. When this is over, we're going to live there.

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[It's always better when it's not Hera. She's a horrible goddess, really. No one should like her. The fact that it's no one they know, including her, is troubling. She knows many Gods and many different cultures Gods. If she doesn't know them, it doesn't bode well.

At the mention of a 'laptop', Calypso tilts her head slightly. Through all the time she and Leo had spent trying to return to Camp Half-Blood, they'd never really had time to introduce her to modern technology. That and Leo would probably have just blown anything like that up by accident.]

Laptop?

[Calypso, for her own merit, actually swallows hers, but after spending months lost in the world with nothing but whatever they could find, she wasn't as picky as she once was.]

Can't they have both? Their insults aren't very clever, after all.

[She refused to be emotionally hurt by these flowers. She'd been through much worse.]

[LIKE CALLS TO LIKE, SHINYA!!!]

No way, I already did that a few months ago... It's just not the same when you have to climb out of it yourself...

[But it looks like Shinya is in no danger of slipping and falling backwards down to the well, so Okuni's nefarious attempts at entertaining herself must be left to another day.]

Someone mentioned that they wanted to build a proper ladder there, but I guess no one got around to building it yet.

Edited (EDITS THIS IMMEDIATELY) 2018-08-25 05:31 (UTC)

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