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

[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?]