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

I couldn't resist

[birdinthehand]

[Rain sucks, that much Takayuki can agree with. It sucks the most when you're caught in it, and not dressed for the weather. It hadn't been raining when he'd come out this way to meet a contact and make a pickup, but the drizzle had started as soon as he had gotten there. And now the package full of whatever the hell stuff in little baggies was nicely tucked into his jacket and he was busy getting soaked to the bone by this sudden downpour.

To hell with this. To hell with this city, to hell with this work, and to hell with the weird shit that started bouncing around in his head again after he came back here. The story of a King Owes and the Red Bird kept floating back into his head when his mind wandered. And memories of protecting some scruffy dumbass from a monster came to him when he closed his eyes for too long. He lowered his head and ran faster. Between that and the rain and wind in his eyes, it's no wonder he bumped into someone.]

...hey!

[And now that was added to the pile of crappy, annoying things that the day had brought. Taka stumbled to a halt, turned himself around and readied some much harsher words... and then he just stared. Holy shit. It's the scruffy dumbass.]

SCREE also alternating journals for icons

[underwearfortomorrow]

[Holy shit, it was the angry guy with dumb hair.]

[Alex flat out stares at the guys, eyes going wide because IT REALLY IS THAT GUY WITH THE DUMB HAIR. After a few moments he steps back.]

You!

Gotcha!

[birdinthehand]

Me? [Taka steps back as well, head lifting higher. He wasn't liking this sudden turn of events one little bit. And then he points at Alex, as though accusing him of something.]

You! You're that... the... fuck! Who the hell are you!?

[Because it was one thing to remember that this guy was a scruffy hobo that needed saving, and another to know, suddenly and deep down, that they knew each other, but neither of those helped explain a goddamned thing.]

[underwearfortomorrow]

[Yeah, Alex could probably say the feeling was mutual. It dredged up a bunch of really strange emotions he couldn't quite explain and it kind of freaked him out. He didn't know this guy. There's no way he knew this guy.]

[And yet.]

I should be asking you that! Where did I get these memories from and why are you in them?

[That last part just kind of happened. Alex only realizes how insane it sounds after he's said it.]

[birdinthehand]

[Taka's expression changes subtly upon hearing the question. He curls his lip and narrows his eyes. Wait, wait, if the whole idea of memories is confusing him...]

Did this just happen to you? Is this the first you've gotten?

[It is, isn't it? And that thought brings a grin to his face. He's got the upper hand. He likes having the upper hand.]

Ha. Welcome to the "numbers club."

[underwearfortomorrow]

[Oh, now he was caught off guard and it shows on his face. What was he talking about? That smug grin made him even more apprehensive.]

What the hell is that?

[birdinthehand]

[He looks as though he's about to start explaining, but stops himself and turns his eyes momentarily skywards. It is too wet for this. He is not standing around like an idiot in the rain while he tries to explain shit that barely makes sense to begin with. Taka lowers his gaze and jerks his head towards a nearby storefront with an awning.]

Come on! It's too wet for this!

[And he'll be moving to somewhere more dry, with only a single glance back to make sure that not-so-much-a-scruffy-hobo is actually following.]

[driedup]

[Well. He couldn't deny that. The definitely-not-a-scruffy-hobo followed after him.]

[He paused only a moment to really question what was going on. It took T-minus five minutes for his life to go from mildly frustrating to what the fuck. He could maybe just. Not follow him. Catch that cab and forget this ever happened.]

[Yeah, no. Alex met Taka under the awning. Now that they were so close, Alex takes a moment to finally get a good look at him. There's no mistaking who he was.]

So.

[birdinthehand]

[Taka passed a hand over his face once under the awning, avoiding looking at hobo-guy for a few moments more. Okay, great, fine, where the hell was he even going to start with this...?]

Yeah.

[He tosses his head, turns about, and puts on the best look of 'I totally know what I'm doing' that he's got.]

This sort of shit's happening to people all over the city. They start remembering stuff. Or changing. [He makes a vague gesture at his stupid hair and snorts, before continuing.] Everyone gets a number rattling around in their head, too. You write it down, or you put it on your phone, or something? It hooks you up with everyone else. That's the 'numbers club'. Don't ask me. I didn't name the thing.