TEST DRIVE MEME

[youngestone]

Test Drive Meme!

Scenarios:
> 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
> Arts and Crafts Fair. All the kitschy fun you can imagine.
> Wild Card! Make up your own.

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Khordeshkhistriakhor | Tales of Kolmar

[akhorishaan]

[this character has a fuckton of names, I'm telling you. Khordeshkhistriakhor, Akhorishaan, Akhor, Akor, Varien Kantriakor rash-Gedri Kadreshi naLanen... He's a hawt and not-hugely-bright shapeshifting dragon king. Well here he's Virgil Argos, sweet but kind of dim receptionist for something or other. On the side he plays a lot of baseball.

a] Virgil leafs through a magazine in the food court, entranced by sports statistics. He looks up, and you are ~captivated~ by his deep green ageless eyes and wild exciting cinnamon nutmeg scent. ...he's from a romance novel. Eyes and scent are noteworthy but you don't have to be compelled into adoration like much of the cast.

b] alternately, he faced something huge and powerful, he turned into a ginormous firey silver-plated dragon and fought it, then he got killed and promptly exploded magnificently, which either took out the enemy or else wounded it and someone else finished the job. Anyway. Coming across the scene some hours later you find charred dragonbones and plating, by now pleasantly warm. Ribs arc overhead, and in their center, coated in ash, there's his human form, asleep, bearing waist-long silver hair.]

sorcerers and kings eh

[bravelyspoken]

[ If you are peacefully reading on your own the last person you really want barging in is this guy, in all honesty. Emery is clumsy, lacking in subtlety, unable to take a hint and more than slightly irritating.

Which is why Virgil may not be best pleased to find that he is now placing down a large milkshake on the other side of his table and rustling through his bag, dragging out a book and helping himself to the chair. He gets comfortable before looking up, belatedly realising this might be rude. ]

Sorry, do you --

[ He turns away and indulges in a coughing fit. Yes, he has a cold. He has germs. Enjoy. ]

Sorry. Cold. Got soaked by a bus. Do you mind if I sit here?

[ Even though he's already helped himself to the seat. He's also slightly distracted by Virgil's things, apparently. Something smells like cinnamon. or nutmeg. Or both. What is it? Maybe he made a mistake with the milkshake, maybe there's some really good hot chocolate around here. ]

[akhorishaan]

[Virgil is slightly horrified, in fact. He's really on the shy side when not indulging in formula-y conversation, like across some kind of desk. This is not a desk! This is a table!]

- No, it's fine.

[it's not but maybe the awkward guy will realize that on his own? maybe? Virgil can't tell him that now that he's sat down and squirmed around and all. He's holding his magazine upright and close to his chest like a shield.]

Um...

[bravelyspoken]

[ Just as the mun planned. Emery seems to take the answer as genuine, however. He grins happily, starts covering about 3/4 of the table in his things. Textbooks, a notepad, pens, highlighters. Ah, study time. ]

I think it's actually illegal, you know. To soak a pedestrian like that. Not that you're liable to be worrying about catching someone's license plate when you're busy being wet --

[ He pauses to take a sip of his milkshake, inches some of his textbooks closer to his side of the table with a touch of guilt. Linguistics books. ]

You look nice and dry. Didn't get caught in the rain, then?

[ You are being dragged into conversation, Virgil, kicking and screaming. ]

[akhorishaan]

[Good. I mean, oh, no... should he just give up the table and move? but that would be rude. That would be really rude. He could claim lunch was ending but then he'd either have to go back in early or hang around and probably be seen, obviously not at work again.]

I, uh. Maybe... it is?

[Virgil hopes he doesn't catch something off this guy. He has his hand sanitizer but that won't protect him from being coughed on.]

And I didn't know it was raining. [clearly he has to say something about this, he would really prefer to be alone] Look - [Nerve failed. :(] - are... are you a student?

[bravelyspoken]

[ Oh, look at this one. So sharp he might cut himself. ]

What gave it away? The milkshake? [ He squints, mock-curious. Or was it the highlighters? Nobody else in the world uses highlighters, I think. It's a student thing. Yes. I admit it. LCU. Studying linguistics. Fancy, I know. Emery.

[ That is him. He is Emery, and he is now offering you his hand to shake with a bright grin. You've done it now. You've engaged him in conversation properly. He's introducing himself and everything. ]

[akhorishaan]

[Virgil seems distinctly uncomfortable about being squinted at and interrogated about student life.]

Oh. I'm Virgil. I didn't, um, go to college.

[does he have to shake the hand? he's waited too long - fine, fine. Virgil's hands are large and, surprisingly, callused along the palm. His grip is weak, he lets go quickly.]

where did that bracket escape to in my last comment

[bravelyspoken]

[ Emery shakes Virgil's hand with enthusiastic confidence, releases him and offers him a grin. ]

Probably a good choice. Saves you a lot of debt in the long run.

[ He props an elbow onto the table and his chin into his hand, regards Virgil with bright interest. ]

Do you work, then, or job hunting?

[akhorishaan]

[Patiently Virgil waits for his hand to stop being pumped so he can withdraw it. The cinnamon-nutmeg scent - not quite either, it's ~deeper and wilder and exciting~, it draws people wandering in the dark to him - is a little stronger for the contact.]

I couldn't get in in the first place.

[ooooh that's a little sullen.]

Anyway these days a degree doesn't mean much.

[bravelyspoken]

[ There really is a very strong smell of some kind of nice hot drink here. Emery looks around, trying to locate where this really nice hot chocolate or coffee or whatever it is is. His nose twitches in thought. ]

So you do work then, or?

[ Because that wasn't actually an answer, was it? Emery frowns, turns that frown on Virgil finally. ]

Can you smell cinnamon?

[akhorishaan]

Of course I work. I was just getting into my break when you - came.

[rude, Virgil, that's definitely on the edge of rude. He winces, glances from side to side.]

Of course I can smell it. It's a spice.

[...there may be a reason he couldn't get into college.]

[bravelyspoken]

No, no I mean now. Something smells way better than my milkshake.

[ Which he looks at, ruefully. He's made a mistake. Milkshakes in cold weather when he should have had whatever that thing is. Maybe it isn't a drink, though. Maybe it's food. That's a really strong smell for cake or something, though. ]

I'm getting food envy.

[ He says, half to himself. This is not an atmosphere conducive to studying. ]

[akhorishaan]

hnn...? [Carefully, as if expecting this is a trap, Virgil tilts his head back and sniffs the air. He then realizes he looks like a fool and stops.] I guess. It's just sort of... hung around.

[He's had this echo long enough to stop noticing it.]

Maybe it's actually perfume.

[because people totally wear ~deep wild cinnamon/nutmeg~ scent, right? That wouldn't make them smell like Cinnamon Toast Crunch at all, right?]