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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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[ 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—!

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. ]

[ Terezi doesn't jump. She's been on edge for too long to allow him to get the better of her. Her hands do tighten around the handle of her cane, however, and her shoulders rise ever so slightly before Gamzee even begins speaking. The smell of blackberries and aubergine and not enough sopor catches her attention, and she steels herself, waiting to see how he acts. Because there's no knowing what state of mind he's going to be in, and she doesn't think a bustling street is the best place for a showdown. ]

I don't need an introduction! Look at the way it's glaring at me, all cherry red and shining in the sunlight. It's asking me to get at least a little taste.

[He sees the tension, feels a shiver of pride well up inside him. She should be on edge, something else whispers. Entirely indigo and entirely bloody thirsty. She should be motherfucking terrified, shaking in her boots and on her fucking knees. He grins easy going enough. It would be vacant if his eyes weren't sharp and so very, very aware.

He shrugs. He's all nonchalance and loose posture. Still in a good mood; still in a calm enough frame of mind not to take a club and swing it straight for the backs of her knees.

Terezi's never done him any wrong doing before, he reminds himself. ]

My palest of bros would be screaming at you right now, chica. About how you ain't supposed to be solicitin' strange signs and all that other biznasty.

[ Funny. All it takes is one misplaced clown to kill her appetite. Terezi does her best to relax where she stands, reminding herself over and over that she has the law behind her, that anything she does in self-defence, or even as a preemptive measure, will be nothing if not justified.

(A lot of things she's done have been just, lately.) ]

Perhaps you could calm you palebro down. [ >:? ] Nobody has the right to get between a legislacerator and her lunch! Maybe I will just pull the whole thing out of the ground and carry it around on my shoulder, ready for whenever I want a snack.

[He'd be quick to remind her that he is the law. Highblood and all that jazz. It's not at the forefront of his mind right now, he's more concerned with the fact he can't calm his palebro down, on account of him not being anywhere close. (It's his job to wander off, not Karkat's-).

He doesn't panic, but he does frown. ]

You can't chew it, sister. You'll all up and ruin those pretty jaws you got goin' on there.

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