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.

Comments

[espigeonage]

[Julien raises his dyed eyebrows, amused but keeping it from his face.]

Heniog [you understand] though, unless I miss my guess.

[Making eye contact, he unwraps a bit more filthy string. Julien's capable of watching things without looking directly at them.] I can help- oh, goheno. [The bird struggles a bit and he shifts his gaze and apologizes to it, murmuring until it subsides. The string's been there too long for too tight, it has an infected foot. That takes precedence here.]

[deeproots]

[ He should just leave. Walking through the rain wouldn't kill him, and his suit was possibly already ruined. This was silly and yet he did, indeed, understand.

How was the question, along with what those numbers suddenly in his head were to do with. ]

And what exactly would I need help with?

[espigeonage]

[Between the rainclouds and the shade of the tree, the light is dim. Julien fishes up a penlight, clicks it on, and holds it in his mouth so he can have both hands free for the pigeon, which is just lying there now as he unwinds string and applies something from a bottle to its foot. He keeps talking quite clearly - with the syrinx in his chest he doesn't need his mouth to speak anymore.]

Well, if you'd like I could get you in touch with someone else I know who understands Sindarin. He can't speak it, though. Right now looks like I'm the only one in the city who can. We've also got a couple people whose other selves seem to be from the same place, but I guess they didn't have much to do with Elves.

[Julien is unaware that this is Teagan's first pulse.]

[unelven]

[ Weirder and weirder, this whole thing is getting. He puts the back of two fingers to his forehead to check for a temperature, thinking perhaps he's having some sort of hallucination or a fit. ]

You do know that elves are fictitious, correct?

[espigeonage]

[Julien smiles faintly, knowing that the angle at which he's holding his head will hide it. He takes a moment to put together the sentence he's going to say, being markedly better at understanding Elvish than speaking it.]

Apologies, this is what it is. Think I got that right. [to the bird:] Hmm... yeah, I think I'm going to use athelas here and it'll do fine.

[unelven]

[ Well, that's that then. Having weighed the pros and cons of going back into the rain, the pros have begun to outweigh those dastardly cons. He rolls his eyes and turns away, but not before shooting another questioning look at Julien. It tries, in its best, to be condescending, but he's a touch too confused and concerned about his own well being for that to come across properly. ]

Nevermind.

[ And so Teagan leaves, trying to remember where he learned that language before and failing. What a nut that kid was. ]

[espigeonage]

Okay. Take care!

[if he's offended or put off he doesn't show it. (spoilers you have to make a concerted effort to offend Julien.) He just sounds cheerful, and gets back to pigeon medication.]