test drive meme

[titansno]

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

[beleg]

[An excellent job in finding the cat, but now said cat is firmly staying in the tree, hissing at the dog. Beckett sighs and begins to climb the tree very gingerly, because it's clear at this point he'll have to go up himself before the cat will come down.

Mao fortunately allows herself to be caught without much fuss and Beckett begins to make his way down again very gingerly. It's always easier to go up a tree then down. And on the second last branch, his foot slips and it was with a heavy thump Beckett lands on the ground.]

[notbloody]

[Yes, very good.

The puppy yips happily at the safe finding of the cat and then turns away to return to where she came from. Or rather, check on their mistresses more closely and then return to where she came from.]

[vaimo]

[There has to be some advantages to being smaller than average!]

I think it went up that tree! [She points to an evergreen, still thick with leaves even this deep in winter. It's going to be hard to get through the thickly packed branches.]

bilbo (basil) baggins | the hobbit

[somethingprecious]

[The Mall]

[He hates the mall on his best days and this was certainly not one of his best days. His short stature and almost invisible presence never boded well with busy and chaotic environments. Too many times people have tripped over him, mistaking him for a lost child and his irritation never faltered in these instances.

Yet here in this mall was a bakery that he felt was worth the anguish and turmoil of navigating this hectic hell. No matter what he would come out of this with a cherry pie in one hand and a bag of almond paste bear claws - no matter what.

... Assuming he could actually survive the journey there and back again.]

[youngestone]

[Like Basil, Killian is short and often mistaken for a child.

Unlike Basil, Killian is able to get people to leave him alone and stop calling him "kid".

Like the others in the mall, though, he doesn't really notice Basil until he's nearly running into him]

Sorry!

[somethingprecious]

Please- [He huffs out, annoyance bleeding out into his tone as he shoots the unfortunate stranger a withering frown.] - Watch where you are moving! Honestly... [Sadly for Kilian, Basil's frustration is pent up after that being the fifth time already that he's been shoved into and even his patience has a line.

A thin, very worn down line, but one nonetheless.

The frown wavers and he shakes his head, waving a hand as he already starts to walk away.] It's- Yes, sorry so please excuse me-...

[youngestone]

[Geez, what's this guy's--

wait a sec. He knows that voice. Vaguely, but there's a name that goes with it. A really weird name, some kinda plant....and he's an "uncle" of sorts]

...Basil?

[somethingprecious]

[He whips back fast enough to almost put a strain in his neck, eyes wide and a cold weight settling in the pit of his stomach.

Against all odds, truly, he can never escape his family. Or- Or whatever offshot this one was.]

Excuse me? [Basil actually looks at Kilian now, some kind of familiarity niggling at the back of his mind. Had he met him before and where? Even if it had been a long time (too long) since he'd seen any of his family surely he'd remember this one a bit more clearly.]

I'm- I'm sorry but I'm not quite... sure... [Who you are yet.]

[youngestone]

Killian, Catherine Ryan's kid. I was probably, like, eight or something when we met? If I've got the right guy, anyway.

[somethingprecious]

[A light bulb clicks on in his head and his surprise is visible.]

Killian! My... My goodness you have grown... [Basil blinks, still quietly reeling over this new surprise.] It's been awhile hasn't it? How is she- Your mother, I mean?

[youngestone]

[Killian smiles a bit when he's recognized....and then he asks about Mom. His face falls]

She uh, she was shot by a gang in December.

[somethingprecious]

[His own beginning smile completely falls away at the news. He swallows carefully.]

I... I'm sorry, Killian. Truly, I am. [Glancing away.] My mother- They were good friends, I remember that.

[disgeyes]

[ He grimaces. Does she really have to be so blunt about his stupid, deformed face? Just because he's had to deal with it for most of his life doesn't mean he's okay with people discussing it so casually.

He's so annoyed that it takes a while to register that she called him almost-cute. He tries to cover his blush by looking away and covering one side of his face with a hand. ]

Uh, thanks? I think. I'm well-aware of what distracts people about my face, though.

[ Change the subject. ] Do you always take this bus?

[youngestone]

If I'd known you were in town--unless you just moved here? But, yeah, if I'd known I'd've asked you to the funeral.

[Not looking at him, nope. This still hurts]

[somethingprecious]

[He shakes his head.]

I've been here for... a while now, but not many know that. Keeping to myself and all, you know... ah.

[It feels awkward to have this conversation out in the open.]

Would you like to sit down and... talk? Unless you're in a hurry which I completely understand--

[youngestone]

No, yeah, sure, we can sit. I'm just killing time for now.

[He gestures to the food court]

Lunch? I can buy.

[espigeonage]

[Julien's often mistaken for a teenager and is less severely on the short side. He loves people to the point where it's rare for him to miss someone. He flashes a smile and keeps his conversation partner from walking into Basil with a hand on her shoulder. Then she gets walked into by someone who looks like he used to play football, spilling her ice coffee, and turns in outrage.

Not combative by nature Julien stands back a little, slightly spattered.]

Some people, man... D'you have a napkin?

[somethingprecious]

[Another short nod. The idea of lunch doesn't sound bad, although he wavers on the idea of letting Killian pay for him.]

Yes, please. That would be lovely.

[He manages a smile at Killian as they head over to the seating area.]

So, ah, how long have you been living here?

[youngestone]

Since April. Mom broke off from the rest of the family and settled here.

[And he knows why, now, his dad was from here and the family still lives here. He doesn't say that, though, as they take a seat for a moment]

I don't think Mom knew you'd lived here.

Richard Brooke Stroude {Dirk "Bro" Strider} Homestuck

[brotimaeus]

--The Mall--

[Hey, check that out, they even have his book on sale here. Richard picks up a copy, wrinkling his nose slightly at the picture on the back as he reads the painfully self-indulgent blurb that the editor had insisted they use and just as quickly puts it back.

He rolls his eyes, backing off from the shelf and attempting to turn and leave through the crowd of people filtering in - mostly students no doubt panicking in the lead up to the new school and college terms and trying to buy all their books in the last week of the holidays.

When he finally makes it out it's with a small stumble that he quickly corrects, though not before it sends him bumping straight into you.]

Shit-- Sorry. [He forces out, straightening up.] Mobbed in here today, ain't it.

[somethingprecious]

[Thankfully Basil comes out only as a witness, and not a victim, to the accident and he very nearly breathes a sigh of relief.

The innocent request has Basil start and he blinks up at Julien before quickly patting his pockets for a handkerchief.] Ah- Yes, yes here! I'm so sorry- [Holding it out, unsure of what else to do but apologize (it could have been him after all in need of a few napkins).]

The food court has napkins if you would like me to fetch you some...?

[somethingprecious]

[Good for her, he thinks quietly to himself.

Basil folds his hands in front of him on the table, worrying his lower lip out of habit.]

I would be surprised if she did. I have a bad habit of not keeping anyone updated on my current... life and all that. [A sigh.]

Who are you living with now? Certainly not on your own... [He's unfortunately reminded of the first years he spent here alone and they do not bring happy memories.]

[youngestone]

No, a friend for now.

[This is probably going to change soon but it's the truth right now]

I'm hoping to find my own place soon, though, or another friend to live with since Shou is kinda nuts. A great guy, but totally off his rocker.

[espigeonage]

Nah, it's all right! Thank you.

[He blots carefully at his shirt. It's artfully rumpled and doesn't look new, but the fabric is high quality and the cut is a little on the fancy side.]

I hope this doesn't stain. Maybe I can get her to pay if it does! Or him. [The football player had started off strong, but Julien's friend is not relenting. For his part despite how much he likes this shirt, Julien's too easygoing to be more than exasperated.] What do you think? Do I have to replace this?

[somethingprecious]

Nuts? [He raises an eyebrow, frowning.]

Killian I certainly hope you aren't putting yourself in danger. The city does a fine job of being dangerous all on its own, you know!