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TEST DRIVE MEME

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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a. action option;
the park

[Peter has never really enjoyed going to the park that much; he prefers playing soccer on his X-Box to playing soccer in the great outdoors. The only place he'll play sports outside his home at all is at gym in school. But he makes a small exception for his Labrador, Bumblebee, who's his responsibility.

So he takes her to the park (nearly) everyday after school. Hopefully the tennis ball he's throwing for her won't hit anyone nearby.]

b. network option;
written

[When the message comes, it's in a very messy scrawl, written in pencil.]

does anybody know the best place to go when you've run away from home?

[A pause. Peter looks around him. He's sitting on a wall by a house that looks completely derelict. Everything is very unfamiliar, all of a sudden, and he's wondering if this was the best idea after all.]

I think I'm lost.

c. create your own adventure;

[Whether in school, buying sweets at the grocery store, or riding his bike through the city, it's easy enough to run into this kid somewhere or other.]

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[Typed.]

Did you have somewhere in mind when you started?

I was going to my cousin's house but she said it wasn't a good idea so now I don't know where to go.

it's really gross here. but I don't want to go back home!

[He writes that down, but it's not with much feeling, and not something he believes right now. Because really, he's beginning to realise it was a little stupid to run away from home after one bad argument with his dad, if this is the alternative.]

Your cousin kicked you out? How old are you?

[He wasn't initially having much sympathy if this stranger were a teenager, but surely a teenager would have had somewhere else to go.]

Do you know anyone else?

I'm 12 [See? Totally old enough to leave home!]

she didn't kick me out, but she said she'd tell on me.

I know lots of people, but they'll probably tell too.

Oof!

[Unfortunately this young lady wasn't looking where she was going, and she walks right into the path of the ball. She stops, a bit caught off guard, looking up from the papers that she was looking at, and then scrambles after the ball before the angle that it hit her sends it flying elsewhere.

A quick look around leaves her looking at Peter, and she smiles, embarrassed, trying to hold back the urge to rub her head where it hit her.]

Oh, sorry, is this yours? [Holding out the ball. Her accent isn't American but Swedish, and she probably looks ancient to Peter, but she's only in her mid twenties, blonde hair cut back into a bob. Hi, Peter, it's your not!mama Finland reborn as an actual woman ~~and in the wrong nationality but she hasn't worked either things out yet~~.]

[Peter sees the ball fly in the lady's direction and winces the moment it makes contact with her. Oops. He's running over as she picks up the ball, Bumblebee leaping ahead of him before barking up at the young woman excitedly when she sees the ball in her hand.

Peter comes to a halt in front of the woman, panting a little.]

It is! Sorry...!

[He can't help but be curious about the accent. He doesn't really recognise it as Swedish immediately-- somewhere in Northern Europe though? Must be! His own accent is British, something he hasn't lost despite having moved to America five years ago now.

He feels rather guilty as he takes the ball from her; he hopes it didn't hurt too much!]

Are you okay? I must be stronger than I thought! [He grins, despite himself. He's admittedly kind of proud of how far he's been able to throw that ball lately.]

[Bumblebee steals her attention for a moment and she teases the over eager dog with the ball that obviously belongs to her. She doesn't throw it, though, not when Peter is soon in front of her, bringing her attention back to him.]

Don't apologise! I should have been paying more attention to where I was going. [Offering the ball out between them, she pushes her papers into her bag with her other hand.] I'm all right. It was a good throw, though! [She can't help but indulge that grin. Kids are so cute! Besides, she's noticed his accent and while she's friendly to everyone that crosses her path she can't help but be drawn to other transplants from the other side of the pond.]

[Peter beams at the praise, nodding eagerly. Bumblebee seems quite charmed by the woman as well, yapping madly and jumping up at her a little.]

Sorry! [Peter laughs, pulling the dog back.] That means she likes you! It's a good thing you put that stuff you were reading away! She eats paper.

Where are you from? You have an accent. Are you from, um, Germany? [Peter is perhaps overly friendly, overly talkative, and overly inquisitive, at times.]

I bet she has a special taste for homework. [Åsa laughs, rubbing the dog's ears. She always liked dogs. ~~They remind her of her brothers~~. She offers the ball out to Bumblebee, though, so she can take it back to her master.

She doesn't mind his question, and isn't put off by being misplaced. After all, Peter's young.] Almost! I'm from Sweden. You know where that is, right? You're from Britain, aren't you?

[Bumblebee takes the ball, pouncing back over to Peter, who grins, petting her.] I moved here a few years ago! Sweden is in Scandinavia, right? With Denmark and Norway, and Finland too... I think. Sweden's a Nordic country, we did a bit about it in school.

[Admittedly now he's just showing off some knowledge. He always liked World Geography.]

Stay.

Show your surroundings.

[She'll come and get him. Somewhere down the line, she decided that all the network kids need chocolate when shit goes down, and then help. Talking in person should yield more information regarding what is going on here, even if it will be hard on her. But kids needing help are more important.]

[Peter shows his surroundings quickly, solemn. It's quite clearly the outskirts of the Dead District. The place he's been forbidden to go, so of course the place he goes to immediately after running away. It's not quite as cool as his parents overprotective rambling had had him believe.

He faces the screen then, looking unsure.]

You're not going to tell on me, are you?

Coming.

[It will take her a moment to finish up a few things and get ready, but then she's out, heading towards the place whereabout she assumes the boy to be. Not alone though: She can hardly leave her little sister alone at home, so she takes her with her everywhere after school's out. Which in turn means that she was at work with her, and she could hardly leave her there alone... she just hopes that Peter isn't far enough in for anything dangerous to happen.

So what the boy will see coming down the street is a tall, intimidating blond woman and a small even blonder girl child of maybe eight or nine years wearing a big hat who runs back and forth, clearly excited by this new part of town.]

[Peter waits where he is on the brick wall, sighing miserably. He really hopes the lady doesn't tell his parents about where he is, but he does want her help too. She didn't seem mean, and he can't stay here.

Peter soon notices the two of them coming, and he pushes himself off the wall, recognising the tall woman. He just smiles on their approach, a little sheepishly.]

...Hi!

[The older female will look him over carefully, wanting to see if he has managed to hurt himself or something, while the younger just runs towards him, circles around him and well, basically does the same but in a much more excitable way. She stops after one circling and smiles up at him, at once oddly mature and oddly bouncy for her age.]

I'm Charlotte and that is my sister Siiri. She said that you've gotten lost and we need to come pick you up because you won't find home alone.

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