TEST DRIVE MEME

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TEST DRIVE MEME

> The Park. Man, what a nice day out. Why not enjoy it? I'm sure -- shit, yep, there's some echo monsters.
> The Mall. Exactly what it says on the tin! Dodge the hordes of teenage mallrats or take part, whichever suits your tastes.
> Rainy Day. Agh, it's fucking awful out. And is it raining those vermilion things?? Now you've got an Echo to contend with on top of everything else. Find some shelter, quick!
> PUBLIC TRANSPORTATION, HOW FUN
> The most horribly kitschy Arts and Crafts Fair you can imagine.
> NEW YEARS. What better way to start out the new year than to learn that everything you know is a lie? Or if you are already acquainted with the network pass out some resolutions.
> A food fight has just broken out in the cafeteria. Join? Flee? The choice is yours alone.
> Wild Card! Make up your own.

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Dio Brando ★ JoJo's Bizarre Adventure

[195problems]

action option;
[Diego Brando, law student extraordinaire, popular all through his life, working on family court cases and saving battered children, much more socially adapted, much more successful, much more awful than his (foster) brother. He borrowed JoJo's unlimited metrocard (it's not like he'll use it, anyway) to go get a smoothie and was thinking of dropping by the mall until he saw how crowded the subway was.]

[He's still not used to being this tall-- 195 cm almost 6'5" now, almost half a foot taller than he was before, and his clothes don't fit and he had to take JoJo's (and they smell), and his eyes are even with JoJo's now, and he's not ready to pay attention to all the signs yet. He stumbles getting on the car, hand coming up to catch himself on the bar and misjudging the difference, pitching forward and spilling his smoothie.]

I'm so sorry. [he says, picking himself up and adjusting his scarf first, self-consciously.] I should have a napkin.

network option;
[He's been trying to avoid this, but he has interviews to go to, and he needs to show up in a good suit and shirt or else his career might as well be over. There's no hiding behind turtlenecks or scarves or even the occasional (admittedly good-looking) choker, not when he needs to get into the best possible law office he can.]

[So he seems to have written on the mirror, standing tall and confident but still a little uneasy, turtleneck on as usual, as he asks]

Is anyone good at covering up scars?

[goldenbrocade]

It depends on the scars, my dear.

[here. have a smiling person of outstanding fashion respond. he probably might be okay looking, but who can tell under the layers of fluff, lace, brocade and -yes - vampire teeth. he practically sparkles as he waves.

that could be because of the rhinestones sewn on the cuffs of his sleeves.]

And how deep they are.

[195problems]

[Diego does not, coincidentally, know that he's a vampire yet, but he's just unlucky enough (or lucky enough, from a certain perspective) to have these sort of problems anyway. If he had his original fashion sensibilities back yet, there would be no judgment at all, but as it is he has to seriously consider whether to trust the fashion and makeup advice of a man with honest-to-god sparkles on.]

They're deep.

[He remembers enough to know that much.]

But I'm out of other options unless I manage to find some vintage shirts.

[goldenbrocade]

Deep? Hmm, I can do something about that. I am [dramatic pause as he adjusts the cuff of his sleeves so the puff of lace is hanging correctly] an artist who specializes in theatrical make up, dyes and clothing.

[195problems]

[...He does not laugh, or pull a face, because he needs something from this person, so instead he fixes his face in something polite but neutral as he pulls down the top of the turtleneck.]

[The scar is across his neck, thick and red and angry, and appears to go all the way around. It's also hard to tell, for the split second he's showing it, but it almost looks like the skin tone is different on one side than the other.]

[But he straightens the fabric to hide it again.]

Can you do something about that?

[goldenbrocade]

[ don't worry, Alan has been laughed at ever since he started dressing like this and acting like this since high school. he still has the last laugh, especially when his designs and skills are shown off in big budget movies while his peers are struggling with their 401K plans in they cubical hell work space. ]

Hmm, I might have a solution for that. It will be a tad uncomfortable at first, but once you get use to it, I'm sure you will love the results.

However, I will have to work on it at first to match the skin tones exactly, and it is not something you can just take off like a jacket.

[195problems]

How long? [he asks first, because discomfort is nothing to him, not when this is just a step on the way to his life goals ($120k plus salary at one of the city's top firms and the confirmation that he will always be better than JoJo playing in the dirt) and then, because there will always be a price and he knows how the world works] And how much?

[goldenbrocade]

First application? Perhaps three to four hours, but once I get the colors mixed right, it should only take about thirty minutes. [dramatic sigh] It is always getting the skin tone right that makes it so time consuming.

As for price... Well. I do admit that I am not cheap, but for one of us, how about the price of the materials, mm? It should only be under a thousand.

[195problems]

[Only under a thousand. He smiles slightly to himself, because this is the world he's entering, and he will find the money; Mr. Joestar won't notice an extra thousand on top of the normal law school fees.]

I hope that's a thousand in general, and not just for one time. I'm still in school, unfortunately.

[goldenbrocade]

Well, it is the silicone covering that must go over the scarring to make a smooth-skin appearance. That will be were most of the cost goes into. The rest is just tints and makeups mixed just right.

[195problems]

I see. Very well.

How soon are you available?

[goldenbrocade]

The shop closes around five, so I think five thirty would be a decent time for you to visit.

Unless it is a Saturday. Then I'm afraid that I will be going out at that time.

Action!!!! Both are so good and perfect for Zoey!!

[eyesofafalcon]

[Zoey didn't typically ride on the subway for two reasons: the first was that there was no telling if something would go wrong and it would break down, making her late for work or for getting home. The second, because it meant being super flow to people and being super close to people usually meant that someone would notice the bruises. Someone would ask questions or offer to help and she'd have to rearrange her travel plans to avoid running into that person again... While most people just pretended that they didn't see anything, as it had been since childhood, there were still a handful of people scattered here and there that wanted to 'help'.

She'd opted for the subway because she was already running late for work after her step-father finished yelling at her about the house being a mess when he woke up that morning. He hadn't wanted to hear that it had been because she'd worked a double at the diner after her normal shift at the grocery store... he'd only cared that the dishes hasn't been finished... it never matted that her step-siblings did nothing at home. He'd cuffed her and she'd apologized, escaping the house as quickly as she could. It was the same thing every day for Zoey and the only thing that changed was what they yelled at her about, but now she had to make up for lost time. While there were downsides to the subway, she'd still get to work with a few minutes to spare if there were no hiccups.

There were always hiccups... they just varied and today was no different.

Though she made a point of keeping to herself, there was no missing Diego when he got onto the subway car she was sitting in and she's watching as he misses a step and stumbles. She's watching, but here's no fighting the effects of gravity and the contents of his smoothie to flying and hit home to the sound of her gasp. She sits there, a bit stunned, as the contents begin to soak into her oversized sweater.]

It's okay... I'm fine... It's fine. [She manages a weak reply, wiping her hands against her jeans as a dark blush colors her cheeks.]