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

[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.