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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Tinuviel | Sayvil

[wingsister]

[There is a horse. Standing by the bus stop.

Yeah. That's a thing.]

[radiantchicken]

[Hello, horse standing by the bus stop. There is a parrot perched on the bus stop sign.]

Do you know when the bus is supposed to come? I don't have a watch.

[wingsister]

[The horse shakes her head.]

:I don't have one either.:

[Yep, that was sure a voice speaking inside your head, Tater.]

[radiantchicken]

That's too bad.

[Tater is a talking parrot who remembers turning dinosaurs into giant robots and fighting alongside a bunch of spandex-wearing heroes; a horse talking inside his head is not really going to trigger his personal weirdness meter. Best to carry along a conversation as though nothing is out of the ordinary.]

Have you been waiting for the bus long?

[wingsister]

:A while. About as long as it takes for the long stick to go a quarter of a way along the circle:

[There was a clock in the stable.]

[radiantchicken]

Halfway through one of Thomas's TV shows with the commercials on, then...

[He considers this.]

So it should be here soon!

[wingsister]

:Good. Now I just need to figure out which route will take me to Shou's work.:

[radiantchicken]

Where does he work?

[The parrot flits over to the map on the bus stop.]

That's important to get the right bus.

[wingsister]

:Downtown somewhere:

[It occurs to Tinuviel that she doesn't actually know which building or even which company Shou actually works in.]

[radiantchicken]

Well, this line here should get you to downtown, at least.

[He's tilting his head to the side to read the schedule a bit better.]

It should be arriving soon!

[ursoreckless]

[it's a horse and shou drove by slowly because he expected to see a police officer with that horse. it takes him a few minutes to realize why that horse is familiar and the ensuing moments between panic and now what, shou stopped his car, banged his head against the steering wheel, and made a u-turn.

so horse, have a sparkling orange sports car pull up close by and the face of one shou peering out at you from the window.]

...How did you get out of the stables?

[wingsister]

[The horse gives him what would be a scathing look, if she were human.]

:Through the door.:

[OH WOW, SUDDEN VOICE IN YOUR HEAD OUT OF NOWHERE.]

[ursoreckless]

[CRAP WHY HIM AND WHY NOW WITH EVERYTHING ELSE OH DEAR LORD HE IS SO GETTING OUT OF THE CAR... but he needs to park in a regular parking spot because tickets and then he will get out and come down the street to stand in front of her.]

I know through the door but how through the door? Did you figure out how to unlock it?

[yes, ignoring the fact he is talking outloud to a horse at a bus stop in the middle of the city. he has had weirder stuff happen to him.

wait. did that just...]

You can talk?

[wingsister]

:You noticed.:

[Her mental "voice" is very dry.]

:And yes, I did figure out how to unlock it. I've had enough time to.:

[ursoreckless]

[and he just sort of pouts while looking guilty at the same time.]

Did you leave because of me?

[wingsister]

[If horses rolled their eyes, this one would be rolling hers at you, Shou.]

:I was looking for you, yes. But more importantly, I left to help with this alien business.:

[ursoreckless]

[that would be getting another pout. he just is so pouty today!]

You... wanna help us fight the aliens?

[wingsister]

:Of course I do. You seem like you'll all need whatever help you can get!:

[ursoreckless]

Yah... We do need a lot of help.

[he is so aware about how weird this looks, especially since there are people now looking at the two of them.]

C'mon, we need to move.

[notbloody]

[There is a little girl with a huge hat on her head coming down the street on her sister's hand... and then she sees the horse and breaks into run towards it, letting go of her sister's hand as she does so.

A horse!]

[wingsister]

:Hello?:

[Yep, the horse just talked in your head.]

[notbloody]

[She skids to a stop and then grins up at the horse.] Hello!

[This is not weird at all. Totally.]

[wingsister]

:My name is Tinuviel. What's yours?:

[This is how you talk to foals, right?]

[notbloody]

I'm Charlotte, but you can call me Charly.

[It's less likely to be butchered, she's found. ...Though the horse sounds like it would have similar problems with it's name, really.] Are you a boy horse or a girl horse?

[wingsister]

:Hello, Charly. I'm a girl horse. What about you, are you a filly human or a colt human?: