TEST DRIVE MEME #1

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No gimmicky dinosaur setup this time round, since the game is actually rolling now! If you've got a character you want to try out in this setting, make a thread with them on here, and if you don't, see if you can tag other people with your characters.

Test drive threads can be anything you like, in-person or online, just make it clear which one your thread is when you start it. Make sure to put the name of the character and what canon they're from in the subject, so people know who they are and where they come from.

Can I use test drive threads as samples for my app?
Indeed you may, fair stranger

Can I decide a test drive thread is game canon?
Heck yeah you can, provided the person you threaded it with is cool with that too!

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Loki | Marvel 616 | Online

[realitywarped]

[It's a text post to The Watch, under the username "magicandmayhem", from an apparently non-existent IP address.]

Hello. I'm afraid I'm new here, so you'll forgive me if I blunder a little. I've only recently moved to the city, however, and I'm wondering if there are any rules I should perhaps be aware of when it comes to using my... less usual abilities in a public arena.

If anyone could inform me before I cause some kind of unexpected scene, that would be lovely. Thank you in advance.

[hugling]

i mean you probably should kind of generally try not to freak people out, and stuff. do you have a secret identity?

[crabtacular]

I DID THAT ONE TIME AND THE HUMANS WERE MOSTLY ALL DAMN LIKE WOW

[spitemancer]

Necromancy in public will get you questioned by CONDOR. I don't recommend it.

CHAS CRABMAN | 50 FATHOMS/OC | LOS ANGELES RETAIL SHOPS

[crabtacular]

Somewhere in one of LA's retail districts, a store keeper is having one of the most stressful customers of their life.

Mostly because said character seems a four foot tall crab who can speak more English than anybody ever needed to hear, while also using their four separate grasping appendages to fondle everything in sight.

"Oh my god," the crab enthuses in their sort of strange, nasally voice. "Earth stuff is so cool. How did you guys even make this shit? Wow."

The shop keeper is so far mostly just keeping their distance.

"Sir? Uh...sir...please don't...never mind."

Leslie Knope | no icons yet DEAL WITH IT

[tragicallyheterosexual]

HOLY CRAB THAT IS A GIANT CRAB.

An alien? Are there giant crab aliens in peaceful cooperation with Earth? Whatever the case, he was clearly new to the planet or at least, it's merchandise. Making a first impression was important.

"Excuse me Sir." Or.. Ma'am? "As a member of Earth's government, let me be one of the first to say welcome to the greatest city on the planet."

Gaz | Invader Zim | @ an LA arcade area

[piggyhunter]

Pretty much all Gaz has been doing for the past few hours is hog the shit out of all the good arcade games, and she's not showing any signs of stopping anytime soon. Plus, she's only gotten like two game overs all day - it's not looking good for anyone else who might want a turn.

The Sufferer | Homestuck | Lurking in the Night

[sufferist]

It's approaching midnight, and this troll has been following you for a while now. At least they seem to be a troll. They rare to find anywhere on Earth these days, but their image is well known. The grey skin beneath the cloak and the orange horns give it away.

Though they are quiet on their feet, the bright red fabric of their exterior clothing makes their presence somewhat obvious. They are keeping their distance for now, but their presence alone is enough to make most people nervous, when they're acting like this. They are a species best known for repeatedly trying to invade Earth, after all.

Every once in a while, you catch the glow of red beneath their hood.

[spitemancer]

The tiny, dark-haired alien takes some time to notice her tail, lost in thought, but once she does, the results are explosive. "You have two seconds to explain yourself before I exsanguinate you!" she snaps, spinning around. She looks perfectly willing to do so with her own stubby fingers.

Gaius | Fire Emblem: Awakening | The Streets of LA

[candycrime]

Gaius has been standing outside in the chilly February air handing out flyers for about two hours now, and the novelty has worn off. It first started wearing off when he ran out of the samples for the specialist Ye Olde Sweet Shop he works at that he was supposed to be giving out but was eating himself instead, and all he had left was a bag of bonbons and some of those old milk bottles with powdered sugar and the only reason he even has those left is because he's rationing them.

The flyers themselves are about the Valentine's chocolate event the shop is having and he looks a little disgruntled about giving the flyers out at all. Less people who comes means more discount valentines candy for him, but it also means he'd lose his sweet gig, so. Duty called. But duty didn't mean he couldn't earn a little bit on the side too. To keep himself amused, he's taken to pick-pocketing people who refuse to take a flyer, and has so far amassed a collection of watches, wallets and an engagement ring.

He wraps his scarf around his neck a little more securely as a wind whips down the alley he's ducked into, absently chewing on a long dissolved lollypop stick. He watches punters walk past and refuse his bright pink flyers, looking for his next target.

[ooc; Gaius is a well known thief in both villain and superhero circles. He takes jobs to whoever pays him the highest, and is sort of morally grey, so both villains and supers are welcome!! he's v v good at stealing, and better at getting himself out of sticky situations]

this is chronologically fucked but i don't care

[sufferist]

Gaius may be surprised when a passing man hands him back a pamphlet - specifically one of the same ones that he was just handing out, except crinkled and worse for wear. The gesture is made without a word, and the man's face is unreadable, mostly due to the fact that he has a scarf up to his nose, a heavy pair of sunglasses, and a low hood to cover the rest.

This man could not possibly be trying to his his identity at all.

Having handed off the paper, he passes right by into the alleyway in which Gaius is standing, his long black coat rippling in the diminished wind.

The paper has the words "follow me to talk business - need privacy" written on its back.

Artemis Clark | OC | Online

[hunter2_0]

[a post to the Watch from a recently-created account]

I apologize if this is a... strange question, but, purely out of curiosity, would anybody happen to know of any recent... fluctuations in the space-time continuum?

[magicgasm]

you're going to have to be more specific. spacial fluctuations are like a dime a dozen these days.

the disciple | homestuck

[scribes]

It has been a handful of perigrees since Disciple had woken up. Woken up to a planet and time not her own, woken up to a place that was beyond imagination. She did not belong here in all senses of the phrase, but she was trying to make do, for it was all she had.

Yet that was easier said than done. Everyone she knew must have long since died and been left as food for wild animals. Everything about this world was disorienting and other. No matter how much she read she never felt like she knew enough and for the first time, perhaps ever, she found it difficult to motivate herself to pick up the texts she was given and chug on.

It was this inability to continue reading that had finally gotten her out of the tiny, secluded apartment she had been given. Reading could only do so much, especially when you had no foundation with which to absorb all the information contained within books. She thought perhaps if she experienced this world a little it would all become easier and while the fresh air had been nice she just couldn't bring herself to approach people as she had once been able to do so easily.

Aimless wandering had eventually brought her to a park, and to a wooden bench where she took her seat. There she remained, watching people pass by until the sun finally began to descend--a reminder that even her sleeping patterns had been turned upside down. She probably ought to return home now, but still she remained where she was.

[magicgasm]

As the Disciple sits in the part, some kind of public performance makes itself obvious. There is a man in a long plaid shirt surrounded by a throng of excited children, who seems to be pontificating on the subject of "magic" while doing various tricks. At once point he produces a living bird from behind one of the children's ears.

Perhaps it is a bit more than sleight of hand.

"Take the advise that the universe gives you," he says to them, apparently in conclusion to the show. "And listen to your to your gut." He gently smacks a fist against his abdomen and a couple of the children laugh. "The signs that shine brightest are the ones that find you. Goodnight, everybody!"

The children all part as the sun begins to set, their parents coming to fetch them and bring them home. The young man stands alone of the grass for a few moments, ostensibly mumbling to himself, though his eyes eventually rest on her. Looking distracted from whatever he was doing, he comes over to her.

"Hi," he says to her, smiling. "Can you speak English?"

WUYA | XIAOLIN SHOWDOWN | At some high end thrift shop

[heylinmagic]

Haunting antique stores and thrift shops wasn't exactly Wuya's preferred method of finding magic artifacts, but she really hadn't had enough downtime recently to do any more thorough searching. She had been planning on scoping out the latest UCLA museum exhibit before it's untimely disappearance. In this day and age a girl couldn't take over the world with raw talent alone.

She wasn't exactly hard to miss, with her dark red hair and stiletto heels. As one of the top models in the city, she'd been on enough magazine covers that she had gained quite a bit of notoriety.

She'd been wandering the store for at least a halfhour, checking almost every knick knack for even the slightest magical qualities. She was in the process of sorting through a bin of paperweights and other office supplies, the irritation at her so far fruitless search starting to show in her expression.

[prankwar]

As it turns out, Wuya isn't the only one to think of scouring thrift shops for magical objects. Kippat, despite not really knowing what a thrift shop is, noticed the variety of items in the window displays of the shop while she was walking down the street. A quick peek into the store revealed even more kinds of items as far as she could see. She decided that surely even these humans must have magical objects, and a good strategy for finding useful ones would be to check places with great variety in goods.

She's returned to the thrift shop with a device for detecting magical energies at close range, since she has no affinity for magic herself. She spends about fifteen minutes scanning miscellaneous objects in the back of the store before she gets frustrated. It occurs to her that she can obviously just ask whoever is managing the shop if they carry any magical things. Why didn't she think of that earlier?

As she weaves around corners toward the shopkeeper, Kippat spots the tall, red-haired woman also searching through items. She seems just as frustrated as Kippat. "You can't find what you're looking for, can you?" There's some disdain in her voice; she didn't speak out of a desire to be helpful.

matilda wormwood | matilda by roald dahl

[nailsandglass]

a

A tiny girl, looking perhaps no older than five, or maybe skip stood in front of a corner bookshop. She was a healthy looking child, with short black hair bound in a bright red ribbon, and a crisp looking simple black dress that fell below her knees. White socks and Mary Janes completed the look of a very smartly dressed and responsible child.

A small donation box hung around her neck labeled Alliance for Childrens' Rights and every so often she swing a bell in her hand to garner attention, giving all passerby a bright smile.

For such a cheerful and healthy looking girl, it would be really hard for anyone to guess that she had been living on her own for going on three weeks.

b

Getting to her new home was always the more difficult part of the day. Yet Matilda had managed, and once she got to the outskirts of the city it was much easier to take flight. She was fortunate in that her powers weren't flashy, and she'd rather no one find out about them.

The desert air was hot and stuffy, but flying brought a welcome breeze and for a moment she simply enjoyed lifting herself up higher and drifting out towards the desert. A big advantage of coming out here was the ability to practice her powers to her hearts content. Being able to use them as much as she liked kept the headaches and pain at bay, and keep those at bay made it easier for her to keep in control.

After a leisurely flight she carefully made herself down to small, shoddily constructed hovel of stone. It really only served to keep the sun and creatures out, but it was where she made her bed and stored her food. That was all she really needed, honestly, and it was more home than her parents' house had ever been.

Shockwave | Transformers Prime

[cyclogical]

Any wandering desert dwellers may notice an interesting sight today. Right out in the middle of nowhere, in the scorching heat of midday, is a large, mono-eyed robotic addition to an innocuous looking network tower.

With a touch all too gentle for someone that has a tank cannon for a left arm, Shockwave plugs in to the tower and makes easy work of the data stream, situating himself as he gathers information on the world he'd found himself on.

Following Megatron's signal is what caused him to visit this rather unfortunate looking planet, with an extenuating set of circumstances that led Shockwave to logically conclude that he would be stuck for a while. Arrival by Space Bridge left his presence mostly unknown for the first few days, unless nearby Decepticon scanners were tuned to the frequency he'd used on arrival, but he doesn't expect any help.

He is on an alien planet and needed to establish a base before moving forward.

[starscheme]

Starscream has been finding himself taking a lot of 'leisure' flights lately, what with the Decepticon base being inhabited by an extremely irate Megatron and an even more mopey Orion Pax. ...Okay so in truth he is mostly avoiding Megatron. It's for the best really. The less time they spend in each other's presence, the less of a chance there is that Starscream will say or do something that will constitute the final straw.

At any rate he is currently making his way back from the coast, casually performing the occasional mid air twist or roll out of sheer boredom. He's been scanning for any signs of synthetic energon, of course, in the event that he locate a lead on their current quarry, but so far nothing has turned up. Typical. His scans do turn something up though: A Decepticon signal... an odd find, considering that as far as Starscream recalls everyone present should be back on board the ship and otherwise preoccupied. Unless Knock Out was out for a drive and shirking his duties again...

Which wasn't too much of a stretch to assume, honestly. And if he was correct, then this was the perfect opportunity for Starscream to pull rank and harass him, which would be welcome catharsis from the shit couple of weeks he's been having. Without a second thought he veers off towards the source, arriving on the scene in a flash and landing with a quick Transformation after double checking for the absence of any humans.

He's all swagger and confidence until he locates who's really at the source of the signal. Then he just positively droops like a balloon slowly losing all of its hot air, mouth hanging open stupidly as the smug reprimand he'd been preparing to dish out is cut off before he can even vocalize it.

Severa | Fire Emblem: Awakening

[squanderlust]

a.

All right. Time to hit the weights to make sure she could still heft this four-foot sword with one hand. Severa let out a rare smile in the mirror at her own appearance, all gym-clothes-ed up, and headed out of the locker room to the floor. Trailblazer or not, she had to keep a regular workout schedule to make sure she was still in top fighting shape, especially because she didn't have any powers to help her along like some others she knew.

What was her schedule like today, anyway? Right, okay. Upper body, then a break, then half her regular leg day stuff because she'd pushed herself pretty hard there earlier in the week. Hopefully nobody would bother her while she was trying to get some actual work done. At least she wasn't popular or noteworthy enough to get recognized yet. Probably.

b.

Crap. Severa played by the rules whenever she could, but she did have a tendency of playing rough with the rules. So to hear that the Trailblazers had protocols that were actually meant to be followed, instead of just guidelines, left her pretty disheartened. Not that she was showing it; moving in was her biggest priority right now anyway. But come on, she was a descendant of Scáthach, how much supervision did she need? Ugh.

Her sword, still in its scabbard, fell to the floor from being propped up on the wall. She hadn't gotten its mount out yet, and four feet of metal made a lot of noise. Double crap. She hadn't planned on meeting any more of the Trailblazers today, but with her luck so far today, she'd probably have the whole floor come running. She'd tend to the claymore in time. Better get everything else settled first, or she'd risk the same thing happening again.

TAKE A THIRD OPTION

[you know, just whatever, i'll figure out a way to get her there]

b

[civilizedcombat]

Cynthia made her way down the hall, inquisitively peeking into every room she knew wasn't occupied. Her new teammate had to be around here somewhere. Cynthia hadn't gotten the chance to meet her earlier, but she sure as heck wasn't going to just go on without setting aside some time to introduce herself. Though finding her wouldn't have taken long anyway, seeing as how there wasn't an exorbitant amount of unoccupied rooms, the process was accidentally expedited by the loud clang from a room further down the hall.

Cynthia's curiosity got the better of her, so she walked toward the source of the noise and poked her head into the doorway. Upon seeing the person she was looking for, she smiled wide. "Hi!" she exclaimed, stepping further into view. "You're Severa, right?" A quick look around the room told Cynthia that Severa was still getting settled in, and the large sword on the floor explained the noise from before.

fa mulan | mulan

[thethirdhare]

Here is a woman who looks out of place. Mulan is wearing a colorful and simple hanfu: dark blue, teal, and red with a sash around her waist. She's aware of the looks she is getting and while it does make her self conscious, she's certain she'd feel much more so wearing some of the more modern clothing. In any case, odd as she might seem for her clothing there are much odder things in this city so she feels safe that it will not become an issue.

It felt odd to be alive again. It almost felt like no time had passed since she had awakened--simply sentience inside an egg that had nearly been nothing but stone for centuries. In that time of incubation knowledge had come pouring into her, but knowing and experiencing were two different things and to see what the world had become was a fascinating (and at times horrifying) adventure.

Her feet began to slow when a casino came into view in the distance, so bright, so gaudy with images of dancing girls in their lights and a parking lot brimming with cars. So fixed was she on it that she wasn't watching where she was going and ended up bumping right into someone.

"Oh! I am sorry!"

Grimlock | Transformers Animated

[menobozo]

No gimmicky dinosaur setup my ASS

In the Angeles National Forest, just north of the city, there's a disturbance going on. The ground in the vicinity shakes, as if from massive footsteps. Campers are fleeing and screaming something about a tyrannosaurus rex breathing fire all over the damn place.

If you locate the source of the disturbance you will see that they are in fact not wrong about there being a T-Rex in the woods, but they left out a very important detail: It's a robot. There's a freaking robotic T-Rex stomping through the national forest, stepping on things with its big clumsy feet and breaking down trees and occasionally eating a lot of wood for fuel so it can roar and belch fire at the sky, which on the odd occasion it does belch fire into the sky it seems very ecstatic about the fact that it has the capability to do that. Destructive and otherwise angry as it seems, it also seems to, every now and then, show signs of confusion, and will babble things about a sea base and metal rooms and someone named "Albert".

What's really going down is that TRIDENT is giving it's newest weapon prototype a field run, though your character isn't likely to know that unless they are involved with the organization. From an outside perspective all you need to know is there is a metal dinosaur wrecking the wonders of nature and you should probably either fight it or try to talk some sense into it before it starts a forest fire with its enthusiastic displays of pyrotechnics.

[whatbigteethyouhave]

Bigby had seen more than his fair share of weird shit back in Fabletown. And being sheriff had meant that his nose had always been right in the thick of everyone’s messiest…and ugliest affairs. He’d dealt with beasts, trolls, goblins…toads…But this place? It was something else. Oddities of all sorts moved up and down the streets with ease, stirring up chaos every damned day. You couldn’t even count on a walk in the woods if you wanted some peace and quiet.

So when he hears all of the screaming and the rumbling in the distance it feels like business as usual. That is, until he actually turns the corner and sees the source of the ruckus.

“Ah shit.” He mutters to himself – tossing his cigarette onto the ground and stamping on the lit end.

Whatever it is, it’s big and mechanical without any scent - probably a mundy weapon of sorts…except that it seemed to be acting on his own. Bigby scowls as he watches it rampage – knowing that even at his full, transformed height of 8 feet, he still might not be able to match this thing by himself. But being sheriff these past (however many) years had instilled in him the tendency to at least make an attempt at asking questions first. He moves closer, his body tensing as he calls out to the giant creature.

“Hey! You! Yes, you! Just what the hell are you doing?”

LINA INVERSE | SLAYERS

[dragonswag]

Lina's been on "sabbatical" from Alpha Force for the last few years, but after a whole bunch of travel, adventures, and a few arcane quests, she's finally made it back to L.A., her sort-of-home base! Man, Alpha Force has probably TOTALLY missed her. What are they supposed to do without their resident sorcery genius, of course? Well...sorcery genius besides the Scarlet Witch, whatever. Is she still hanging around? Probably. (mouth fart noise)

a.
Rather than telling anyone she's back ahead of time like a sensible person would do, Lina pretty much just shows up at the Alpha Force tower and starts raiding the fridge in the common area. Alpha Force members who have worked with her before will probably found it difficult to have forgotten her so soon; new members might know her from CONDOR records as well as the news, neither of which remembers her very favorably despite having done her fair share of heroic deeds. But Lina knows where she's needed most! And right now, that's right on the couch in Alpha Force tower with the TV remote in one hand and a very old magical tome in her lap, and literal mountains of snacks stacked around her.

b.
What's the first thing a newly-returned superhero does upon arrival back in her (sort of) home turf? Well, a proper soar above the city, of course. But after that...well, all that flying gives a girl an appetite, so her favorite lunch place is next on the list. Unfortunately on her way there, she encounters an attempted bank robbery by a bunch of D-list mooks. Can't let them get away with that, can she? Lina sets right about clearing them out, mostly with gratuitous explosions -- it's not immediately clear whether she's beating up the would-be bank robbers or trying to level the bank itself. Ah, you make an omelet, you've gotta break a few eggs...

[naniteoverload]

Rex had finally gotten a chance to sneak out some free time from Providence and had been wandering around LA for a while, just chilling out and trying to do something normal for a change. Hearing the sound of explosions around the corner though, he went running over to check it out. Normal was great and all, but he wasn't about to pass up some action.

Pushing his way through the rush of people to the site of the conflict. It was pretty clear who was causing the explosions. Rex didn't recognize Lina, but he could tell she was probably a superhero. Whomever she was fighting was less clear, but with all that fire power it had to be something big. He slipped on his goggles, building out a pair of oversized gauntlets as he ran over.

"Hey. Need a hand?"