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[lyntergalactic]

THE TEST DRIVE MEME

Hey, ho, DWRP! Apps for sweven open in a week!! Rather than make you wait one more week to start playing with the setting, you get to have this meme to have some pre-game fun! The way it works is simple. Just post a comment with your character as if they were in game, with a line or two of either a setting or a network post. Then go reply to other people and thread to your heart's content. Shenanigans ensue! And then everyone apps everyone ever and you've already got an idea of what kind of CR you could get in-game. Sound fun? Well, then what are you doing still reading? Hop to!

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[worldless]

[ she's standing outside a bakery, looking at the bread in the window. her stomach rumbles just a bit. ]

... Maybe.

[brbsneezing]

[Viki is just passing by the bakery when she sees someone standing outside of the bakery and looking at the freshly baked bread.

She walks up next to them with a smile on her face.]

Those look yummy don't they?

[lastking]

<sub>( ok there is a rather large young man staring at a street sign. he seems kind of lost despite his lovely unicorn cloak. he's looking for ohio, ok.

anyway, if he sees you passing he will probably--politely!--stop you and ask directions. )</sub>

[worldless]

[ passes by, looking equally lost

pretend this is not a lame tag ]

[gammas]

[ this is a she-hulk

she is sitting on a park bench, eating a subway sandwich and uh

staring at the tattoo on her left wrist

whats up ]

[savagely]

[ this is also a she-hulk, chirstmas colored version. who is also probably having a timeshare between looking at Jen's tattoo and her own. ]

This isn't a normal byproduct of reality jumping. [ pause ] Unless something went wrong?

[warrioress]

[ this is Sif, a rather tall and imposing woman, looking mostly irritated and a little bit confused. she intended to teleport herself back to Oklahoma but instead ended up in the middle of a park, one leg in a decorative pool. lovely. ]

[teenwolf]

[ have this teenager walking around with his hands in his pockets, looking just a little lost.

and occasionally sniffing the air. what. ]

[worldless]

[ have this teenage girl staring at him. ]

You know, there's a pharmacy over there, if you need some allergy medicine.

[visionofzosimos]

[Scene: a park near the hotel.

Now, what does a sin against nature do in such a place? The answer would appear to be climb all the trees.

He's squirreled up into the middling branches of a decent sized one, and is currently hanging upside down from a branch. There's a great big grin on his face (and if his teeth seem a touch sharper then that's just your imagination) as he takes in the sights and sounds and smells and holy cats, but this is possibly the best thing ever.]

[peacekeep]

[Primrose has never seen adults act like a child before, playing around by dangling upside down from a tree. So she's standing beneath the branch and just staring, trying to figure out what in the world would put a smile like that on someone's face.]

Does it hurt your legs at all to do that?

[It seems like a logical question to ask, quite honestly.]

[fingerbang]

[Wow what a totally boring and inconspicuous woman!! She's sitting on a park bench somewhere, reading a newspaper with what appears to be perfectly attentive interest, but more observant, potentially mouthbreathing watchers might notice that her eyes ever so often flicker too far to the side for her to simply be looking at the margins.

She also has a big old winter jacket on! You don't even want to know where she got that shit, okay, least of all because I haven't thought... of a reason.....]

[spinnereted]

[ well golly this woman who looks way too young to be twenty-whatever is gonna be kind of walking up beside her before uh

pointing at the spot on the bench ]

Mind if I sit?

[insurrections]

[ castiel is standing directly in the middle of the sidewalk, scratching experimentally at the tattoo on his wrist. he's frowning in confusion, and oblivious to the fact that you know. people might be walking here. ]

[peacekeep]

I think it might be easier to get somewhere if you watch where you're going.

[A small voice pipes up from off to his side, and there stands Prim, smiling in slight amusement. She means well, and not to be a know it all, so her tone of voice is pretty timid.]

At least, that's what my sister always has told me.

[extinguishings]

[ oh well great. johnny is just sitting on a park bench, hunched in his hoodie, trying his hardest to look inconspicuous. he's failing, mostly because he keeps looking around, as if he's afraid he's being watched.

this is weird, even by his standards, just for the record. ]

im not actually going to app this version btw

[webline]

[ this girl is kind of just making her way through the park looking around really really nervously because uh

what the fuck is going on does fury know shes here

fuck fuck fuck

passing the guy on the bench and hesitating cause shes catching a glimpse of his face and he actually looks kind of familiar ]

Johnn....

[ regretting it the second thats out of her mouth because he looks way too old and she hasnt seen the dude since their date like a month ago ]

[subterfuges]

[ this is the most unimpressed face you'll ever see. natasha actually has her phone out and is attempting to dial out. it's not going well. ]

[trickshot]

_{( oh hey he knows you. sup tasha. )}

Figured any of this out, yet?

[insurrections]

What are you doing?

[ this is castiel. hovering at her side. ]

[revvedup]

[ max does not have time for this. she's already tried contacting logan, alec, and original cindy and hasn't had any luck dialing out of the city, so she's walking around, attempting to do some recon on the area. ]

[peacekeep]

[Things here are strange and overwhelming to Primrose, and despite looking entirely calm as she observes the area around her, she's close to panic.

She's used to terrible things happening and being tossed into confusing situations, but she's never had to go through them alone. Growing up, she always had Katniss, and in recent times she at least had her mother and her cat Buttercup.

But now the young girl is left alone to figure things out, and is currently sitting on a swing at a park, observing anyone and everyone that's in the area. Occasionally her eyes dart over to the tattoo on her wrist, but they always go right back over to people watch.]

[nightlock]

[Katniss hasn't been here very long, but it's been long enough to make her see that she's nowhere in or near 13, and that the people here couldn't possibly be from 13 either. So where is she? How did she end up here after falling asleep in her newly assigned bunk with Johanna?

Wandering around this strange place doesn't exactly assure her she's in no real danger, but it doesn't damage what little calm she has either. So at least there's that. She feels ridiculous in her plain standard-issued clothes from the underground district, but that's the least of her worries. Kind of. It just reaffirms her uneasiness with the fact that everything looks so off here, and she couldn't figure out why. She just needs to find someone that had answers.

Her pace is quick as she jogs around, eyes looking out for anyone that seems suspicious of wary of her, but nobody seems to recognize her. Not even enough for a second glance. Which doesn't really assure her either, since (unfortunately) she's sure by now that all of Panem knew her face.

She's about ready to scream - shut her eyes tight and scream until she wakes up from this unnerving dream in which she's surrounded by strangers and yet still so alone, without a weapon or a sense of purpose, but that's when she sees her--] Prim! [The one person she needed to see to feel any sense of relief, in any situation. Though she's torn up by it, because it's all very selfish to find comfort in the fact that she's here with her. Because what if 'here' isn't safe?

No, this is exactly the way things should be. Katniss couldn't keep her sister safe if they were suddenly apart. Then again, this might all be a dream, so.

She jogs straight towards the swing where she sits, and she tries to ignore the pang of guilt she feels over how odd it is seeing her sister doing something so... normal, for a girl her age. Instead of being forced to act grown-up too fast like life has been forcing her to as of late, because of her.]

You're alright? Have you seen anyone else here yet? Gale? Mother? [She doesn't sound frantic, but each question is asked with a sense of uncertainty. And she hasn't even noticed her tattoo yet.] You're okay?

[yourproblem]

[ Playing a low bass tune underneath the shade of a lot of trees. She does not like this in the least, so a mental distraction is good for her. ]

[grapecordial]

[ A tiny girl wearing a brown skirted tunic and leggings is stood rooted to the spot on some random sidewalk. Her eyes wide, unfocused, and faintly glowing with ever-shifting pinpricks of light. It sure is one hell of a mind-trip to go from months of no technology at all to all the technology forever, as primitive as it is. ]

[phonologies]

[ this kind of thing was definitely not covered within her starfleet training. (but considering everything, it probably should have been.) ]

/h-hides

[widowing]

[ s.h.i.e.l.d. is definitely going to be hearing about this. once she gets out of here, that is. ]

[nightlock]

[Katniss, unlike her little sister, could not look more on edge. She's never been great at hiding her true emotions, not when they're heightened like this, and she's meant to be in the underground of 13 training, not... wherever this is. It's not the Capitol, at least, so that's a start. A really, really ridiculous start, since she's been to all the Districts and none of them look quite like this. This made no sense. It's not where she went to sleep the night before, and that's enough of a reason to get her to feel threatened.

She keeps her gaze low as she wanders about, not wanting to attract attention. Which one might think would be impossible when you're the 'face of the rebellion' but it's actually kind of working out for her. Nobody looks her way or tries to hold her at gunpoint, at least. Add that to the list of inexplicable differences.]

[retiarius]

[Finnick sees her before she sees him. His reaction had more to do with staring in poorly concealed frustration, and his wandering eyes caught Katniss' skulking form. He steps in her way, sliding into her path with arms outstretched and expecting a bad reaction. He'd have a bad reaction. He's easier to startle than he used to be, because it's harder to pay attention.]

Katniss! [He's not as hushed as she might want. Discretion comes to him a moment later, and he waves an apology like it will brush away whatever if left of her name in the air.]

I thought I was the only one here. I don't know what I thought. Are you alright?

[saviored]

[Seriously. Seriously. Now was not the time to be getting thrown into other spacial locations. Never mind how that even works in the first place. It obviously does or he wouldn't be, well. Here.

So now he's got one hand in his pocket, one foot propped flat against the lamppost behind him, and a phone that a) isn't his; and b) won't connect to any number of the most remote usefulness.

Awesome.]

[deathandgin]

[Obviously someone wasn't ringing the normal channels. Or the number had changed. Either way, Alaric was... remarkably glad to see a familiar face. Even if that face had killed him, like. A week ago.

He was totally over it.]

You look lost.

[retiarius]

[Finnick's hands move through the repetitive, familiar motions. Intricate, layered knots, the most difficult ones he knows. They take enough concentration to clear out his mind and it allows him to put aside his surroundings. That's what it's always for, but there's more to block out now and he just needs a few minutes to not think about anything.

When his eyes raise from his work, the city sprawled around the bench he's claimed is... tolerable. It surprises him, though, as though it sprouted up while he was distracted. Again. It was too much to hope that if he zoned out one more time, it would be gone, and he could just file it away as his most recent episode.

But he does feel somewhat calmer, so he hesitates in the middle of his work to delicately assess the smallest details of his situation.]

[chosenone]

[ Buffy was in the middle of a very important -- a thing. An important thing, when she showed up, and so as she's walking around trying to figure out just what in the hellmouthy heck is going on, she's keeping an eye out for other displaced people with weird new tattoos.

The boy tying knots doesn't seem like a local, though she can't really see if he's got the mark or not, but... Hey. Social interaction doesn't hurt, right? She walks up and leans down a little to get his attention, a smile on her face. ]

Hi! Mind if I --? [ She gestures toward the spot on the bench next to him. ] With the sitting and bench-shareage?

[chosenone]

[ The unhappiness of one miss Buffy Summers is not that apparent in her demeanor. She's friendly still, despite her confusion, and she's just as good at hanging around in cemeteries after dark as she ever was at home.

Which is where she should be.

So, even if she doubts the existence of vampires the way they are back home in this dimension, she's patrolling. It's habitual, it's something that makes this whole situation feel less... Bleh and with the big badness factor.

And also it's cold in Montana. So, at some point after she's walked up and down and up and down the aisles and aisles of tombstones and mausoleums in this particular cemetery, she plants herself firmly on top of a rather large tombstone, hugs her jacket around her, and just sits. She'll go home when it's closer to sunup. ]

forever late/alone

[selfmadehero]

[ Steph is at the tourist center, finding all the information she can. It may not be the best place to learn truth, but it's the best place to learn the more important things: the city's impression of itself, the lies it chooses to tell to strangers.

She's got a thick bracelet covering the tattoo on her wrist. ]

[blindprophets]

Excuse me! [ Steph's not the only one doing a bit of investigating. Terezi swings out her cane, meaning to tap Steph on the side of her arm but likely missing, and stands with a leaflet grasped in one hand. It looks oddly like it's been put through a shredder. And then a blender. ] You smell lost! Is all human literature this incomprehensible?

[blindprophets]

[ There's a silly blind alien making her way down a busy street, skin as grey as the pavement, eyes as red as stop signs and— whoa, wait, speaking of stop signs, something smells delicious. She's walking with her dragon-headed cane in front of her, tap-tap-tapping the ground as she goes, grinning like the offspring of a hyena and a shark, taking in deep breaths of the new world around her. Paying no heed to those around her, she laughs quietly under her breath, ultimately coming to a halt in front of a bright red stop sign.

Yes, good. ]

Hehehe—!

[messiahs]

You got yourself a real bad habit goin' on there, sister.

[He's understood for a long time that Terezi's tongue and her hands and her eyes all work now in place of her eyes. He understands that if a sister can't be looking at what's in front of her, then she needs to sniff whatever it is real nice and good and maybe get up close and personal for a taste just to be sure.

Gamzee appreciates, he understands it but this is no meteor rock and there's a voice in the back of his head that sounds like grey courier and is screaming TEREZI STOP, JESUS YOU DON'T EVEN KNOW WHERE THE FUCK THAT STOP SIGN HAS BEEN and Gamzee has to listen to it. ]

Don't go lickin' signs that ain't properly introduced itself yet, you dig?

[He pauses, realises he's probably snuck up behind her-

and promptly fails to really care. ]

[gradstudent]

[ This isn't her phone. That's the first thing she notices. Okay, she's not that materialistic. She gets that she's not in Mystic Falls. It's too flat. Too sparse. But, it's good to not be dead?

Immediately, she worries about Elena. The last thing she remembers is getting a crash course in vampire 101: hearing edition.

She's not going to complain about a lack of fire. She'd actually like to keep her distance from all flames, magic or not for the time being.

Right now, she's fiddling with someone else's phone. ]

Damn it!

[ The time doesn't even seem to be right. Or, is it. She doesn't know. She's not a watch girl. Who wears watches anymore? One thing she does know is that she needs to find an inside - like yesterday. Or, soon. She doesn't know when the sun's coming up but she'd like to not die.

She cheated death once.

And how she did that, she has no idea.

If Klaus didn't sacrifice her...

She stops on the side of the road, the realization hitting. ]

Stefan.

[selfpreservates]

[ Katherine is walking. She's walking because she doesn't have her car. ]

Stefan, if this is your doing...

[ Because it couldn't be Klaus. But, they had been on the same page! She just -- couldn't remember past leaning in and telling him to get mad. Clearly, something happened because she's here, now.

And she'd like to not be here.

And she'd like her car back.

Maybe unleashing the rabid dog hadn't been as good an idea...

She fishes out... not her phone. ]

Did he take my--