Test Drive Meme (August + September)

[bravenewmods]

TEST DRIVE MEME: AUGUST + SEPTEMBER EDITION

Welcome to bravenewworld's test drive meme! This post is designed to help players test out their characters within the setting, as well as give them an opportunity to collect samples for their future application. The prompts below are all optional, and can be used to get a feel for the game, but we encourage players to get creative and use this post however best suits their needs. Players are encouraged to use either first person or third person for their threads.

When creating a thread, it is advised that players give their prospective thread partners a bit of information in the subject line, such as the characters name and canon, or a possible typing and Enlightened ability (if this is applicable). These are not required, but will make it easier for any prospective players to thread with you.

THIS CYCLE'S PROMPTS
#1 With a sudden interest in the inner workings of Sanctuary, the mage city has decided to host a cultural festival. Taking place over an entire week, events include exciting magic duels, extravagant tea parties, and a "mouth watering" feast of delicacies from the middle and upper class. These include such things as a curious-looking sausage, an interesting-smelling dish made with Stunfisk, and a number of boiled foods! Delicious!

#2 Wingull and Pelipper have taken up residency in the port! Loud, obnoxious and somewhat destructive, they have been creating issues for Union fishermen, creating a shortage of seafood in the city. The Council have reached out to a few, ahem, adventurous types willing to chase them off. It's a messy job, but someone has to do it! Don't wear anything you want to wear again!

#3 In a show of good will, Caldera invites the citizens of Refuge to experience a self-proclaimed "true summer." Extending the invitation to the people of Union and Citadel, the food flows freely--as does the Refuge-brewed alcohol. Things are bound to get rowdy, but what is a good party without a bit of exercise and entertainment?

#4 The herds in Citadel are growing! Miltank, Tauros and Bouffalant herd sizes are at an all time high this year in part due to the assistance from other civilizations and the unusually warm spring. Farmers and herders around the area are looking for workers, and will pay in milk, meat and hides. This work is not for the faint of heart, however, and may prove to be a bit crappy difficult.

#5 Wildcard! Come up with your own prompt!

If you have any setting questions, or want to do some reading before posting a thread, you can find the setting directory here! Happy tagging!

Comments

[dontdewitt]

[ It looks like Booker's losing his focus with the way he glances down at his own hand instead of Hayato's face. Something like disgust or maybe contained horror passes over his features before he can push it away. It frustrates him only distantly that he doesn't have the strength left to effectively pull away, but that just leaves them at a standstill. Booker doesn't intend to hurt the guy, and isn't all sure he'd survive another fight anyway. With those red markings opening like old wounds, he sure isn't a normal human. ]

I'm here cuz I ran and then I kept running, and then I ran some more. The hell do you want?

[expertonshutters]

I want-

[What a question. He's finding his anger largely dissipating at the expression the other man makes at his hand. That look- it was familiar. After a moment of taking a few deep breaths he lets go of him. Don't feel too bad about not being able to push him away. He's a lot stronger than he looks.]

Justice. I want to make sure that uniform never touches the place beyond this Shrine.

[dontdewitt]

[ With any semblance of a threat gone, his hand shifts back to once again just being a hand, normal and fleshy with stains and cut knuckles. Booker staggers half a step back as he's let go and flexes his fingers just to be sure that's what they are, still, or again.

At the thought of justice, he swallows thickly. There isn't - there's no such thing. He stares hard at the grassy ground between them for a moment.

Then he shrugs out of his uniform jacket and drops it on the ground, before putting his hands in his pockets. ]

[expertonshutters]

[He watches him for a long moment. Watches his hand revert, watches his expression, his movements, he stares at him as if trying to bore into his soul. He just wants some indication that it would be right for him to do something about this guy.]

[But then he does that and what little fight he had leaves him. The scars fade from his face slowly. His pokemon, who were standing close by in case things came to blows, seem to relax a little.]

[He had to remind himself of a few earlier conversations. That Gigas was not purely evil on it's own, that things weren't black and white, and that even within those walls of that wretched city, there were people suffering.]

...Goro. Bring my bag over here.

[The Marowak looks between them before he shuffles over with a pack. Hayato picks it up, keeping his eye on him before he opens the flap and ...





...pulls out a sandwich. Hungry? You look hungry.]