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

Natalie Sherman | Naoto Shirogane | Persona 4

[moodkiller]

[16-year-old niece of everyone's favorite LCPD detective!]

a - public transportation;

[You might see this small teenage girl sitting with her legs curled up under her, trying to read her Raymond Chandler book despite the crowding and noise on the train. She looks kind of annoyed, though. After a few minutes of this she gives up, snapping The Long Goodbye shut and stowing it in her bag before pushing her glasses up.]

This line isn't usually this congested...

[It's said to no one in particular, but the statement still hangs in the air.]

b - mall;

[Having gotten her hands on the book (and stupid toys and DIY electronic components...) she wanted, Nat proceeds to the food court. Ordering something from the Chinese restaurant, she looks down when her phone rings before answering it.]

It's me. ... Hi, Dad. I'm at the mall, I'll be home as soon as possible. How was work? [She nods.] With everything going on... I wondered if you'd heard from Uncle Jason. Has he said anything to you about work? The cases? [She keeps her tone light and casual, but her eyes are telling a different story.] Right. Police business. Next time you talk to him, tell him I said hello, won't you? Bye. [Nat shoves her phone back into her pocket, sitting down with her tray.]

b

[pheromonecoffee]

[If there is one thing Matt loves more than confusing the shit out of the people in Locke City, apparently, it is food. No day is complete without food. And now, after a tutoring session, he has obtained a ridiculous amount of fries, he is searching for a place to sit.

And there is a familiar face! Sitting alone.

This is an opportunity for friendship with the cousin he hasn't visited in years! And probably the kind that comes without the weird voice in his head. He slides in across from her.]

Mind company?

[moodkiller]

[Nat looks up, rather embarrassingly in the middle of raising a clump of szechuan beef and fried rice to her mouth. recognition dawns, and she places that back down.]

Matt! [she smiles a little bit.]

Not at all. How are things?

[pheromonecoffee]

[He grins and shrugs. Things are weird. They're always weird, aren't they, lately? Voice and memories and also tarot and shooting himself in the head with a fake gun. And summoning a monster.

Things are weird as hell, actually.]

Normal. Just got out of tutoring. Find anything good? [He's eyeing her bags curiously?]

[moodkiller]

[she nods, reaching into the bag.]

See for yourself. [an omnibus of detective stories, a snazzy-looking watch with a hidden camera in it, a few spools of various sizes of solder, and electronic components. boards, resistors, LEDs, wire, etc.

there are also a couple of those embarrassing tryhard ~SPY GEAR~ toys in there. and maybe a Karate Bugman figure. Look, don't judge her.]

[pheromonecoffee]

[Matt is not the kind of man to judge. He has his own collections back at home he doesn't tell anyone about. He takes a glance and nods.] What are you working on?

[moodkiller]

[she takes a sip of her drink, pressing up her glasses. she clearly hesitates for a moment, trying to decide whether it would be best to dance around this one...]

... Tracking devices.

[pheromonecoffee]

[Well that's totally normal.]

What are you tracking? If it's for remote controls, you could make millions.

[moodkiller]

[she shakes her head.]

No, I had the idea from... a dream, I think. Transmitters coated in an adhesive putty. Attach them to a vehicle, possibly from a distance, and from there, depending on the strength of the transmitter... [Nat gestures to indicate a conclusion that she thinks should be obvious.]

[pheromonecoffee]

Seems a little like stalking. I still say TV remotes are the best option here. [Seems a lot like stalking, cousin.]

boo, or, a

[kirifuda]

[It's the book that catches Steven Huguenot's eye--he didn't know anyone, let alone anyone young, really even bothered with those. (Then again, his love affair with superhero comics that started when he was eight still hasn't ended, and it's been eleven years.)

He looks down at her from where he's holding tight to the bar above his head. Can't hurt to talk to her, right?]

The last one was late. It'll probably be this busy until lunch.

[moodkiller]

[Natalie looks up, somewhat surprised - before it strikes her that a response was to be expected.]

It's always something causing problems, isn't it?

[kirifuda]

[The expression that flickers over his face is nothing less than entirely fed up.]

You're telling me. [He reaches up to shift the bag strap over his shoulder.]

Really wishing my car was out of the shop right now... this is the second time this week.

[moodkiller]

[she can't help but wince sympathetically.]

I don't even have that to fall back on. Honestly, this is what we pay for?

a

[sixeightseven]

[Kid in a hoodie (hood up) at three o'clock.]

It isn't? You mean I won't be squished next time?

[moodkiller]

[she glances next to her, nodding at him.]

With any luck, anyway...

[sixeightseven]

[~Delicate~ rich kid sneaking out doesn't like being squished. :( ]

Oh can you tell me if this is the right way to get to Japantown? I tried asking this and that person at the station but they were um... big, and when a train came I just jumped in without thinking. You see, it seemed like the right train... but then everybody got in after me! What luck! So I thought it must be the right train, but what if everybody's not going the way I am? I didn't think of that until just now...