Test Drive Meme

[scramasax]

HEL-LO, EARTH'S NEW HEROES.

Test Drive Meme!

Scenarios:

> Cleanup of downtown Locke City still has a ways to go. It looks like that shop you were planning on another trip to this week is closed for the time being. Or the entire block is trashed and you'll be needing an alternate route to work. Or your workplace is trashed, if not some real estate you had in the area, and you'll be needing a helping hand - or are trying to offer one!
> Help, help, I've been robbed - your bag or wallet's just been snatched, or is in the process of being snatched. Catch the snatcher or rough them up - you may or may not be surprised, if you come to blows or a chase, to find on throwing a punch that they're much quicker and/or sturdier than you'd have expected. Maybe someone will dive in to back you up.
> Monster encounter! The above or you were robbed (or, for all you could tell, misplaced something) a while ago, and one of the objects you lost seems to have come back to you, if not the way you recognize it. Ayup, getting backup might be a good idea.
> Transportation/travel. You're at an airport or train station, whether to escape or take a tour to a strange-events hotspot, or plain go on an innocent vacation. Mix up your bags or timetables, grab a pre-ride snack, chat up those with the same destination, get or give directions, find yourself receiving an ill-timed item Echo in front of security - whatever you can think up!
> Say - is that one of those superhumans you've spied on the street? Yes, I do believe it is - you've seen them on the news/read about them, that or their looks give them away! Go on and ask questions of them, be it for serious answers or an autograph, depending on who you are.
> ...And it looks like you're a superhuman yourself. Looks like that hollowed-out feeling you got was followed by a mutation, or some strange thing in your brain. How're you going to come to grips with it?
> Wildcard/Etc. Make up your own!

Prompts suggested by Alec and Zero.

Comments

[silversurvivor]

"It's all right, Gabriel," she assures him with a soft smile. "Your friends were very kind to me in helping me get here. And, really, I can't tell you how much I appreciate you doing this for me. It means a lot."

Ariana looked around curiously, her sharp grey eyes taking everything in.
"You've got a lovely home, cousin. I'm glad the snakes didn't damage it any."

[thebalrogslayer]

"Not at all! I'm glad I could help." People who know him well might pick up on the trace of guilt in his voice. The more memories he gains of this other person, this 'Puck' (Thorir suggested the name and now Gabriel can't think of him as anything else), the more jealousy he starts to harbour for the communal way he seems to have lived. Coming home to an empty flat has always been hard on him, but it's just getting harder. He's doing this less for her sake than he'd care to admit, even if he is pleased to help her too.

Upstairs, Gabriel unlocks the front door and holds it open for her. The flat is light and airy, with stairs on the left to Gabriel's room and study, and to the patio on the left, the room that will be Ariana's on the right, and opposite that a family bathroom. After that it opens out into a large open plan living space, with the kitchen on the left and seating areas on the right, and floor to ceiling windows on the far wall. "You should make yourself at home." Gabriel tells her as he leads through to the living area, setting the suitcase down there. "Anything you need in your room, just say. I've left some plants in there, but I can move them in you'd like." For Gabriel, he's gone easy on the plants in that room, at least, with only two or three. Out in the living spaces and in his own room almost each surface has a pot of some kind, with creepers growing up over the stair banister.

[silversurvivor]

"Truthfully, it feels like home already. It's nice having the outside brought in," she said, putting down her things in her room.

As she comes back into the main area, she gives her cousin a hug. "Really, Gabriel, you're almost too sweet to me to do this. I mean... The rest of the family did explain my... situation, didn't they? It's not easy coming back from the dead." She hesitates awkwardly, and changes the subject. "I'm not all that great domestically, but I'll help out where I can. Keep things tidy, plants watered, maybe cook a little. I make an excellent cornbread."

She moves to look out the windows.
"It seems you're a popular fellow. What can you tell me about your friends?"

[thebalrogslayer]

Gabriel is quick to wrap her up and return the hug, warm and gentle. "Do you really think I'd leave you out to deal with all of..." He has to free one hand for a moment to wave vaguely in the direction of the business district. "Everything that's out there right now. Locke isn't a particularly safe place at the moment - I know you can deal with it but that doesn't mean you should have to." He squeezes her softly, but then lets her slip away, following her to the window, but instead perching on the sofa arm.

"I'm lucky, certainly. Do you remember much of what I told you about Thorir in the eighties? He's the one I used to do bike tours with. He's here, and his wife, Mardís, who used to work with us too. They have a large, extended family. And then, let's see, there's Eliot and Teagan, both of whom I knew through the grape vine somewhat before I moved here as well, but I don't think I've spoken much to you about them."

[silversurvivor]

She nodded.
"I remember you telling me about Thorir, but I never had the chance to actually meet him. Teagan, though, I do remember. It's been almost thirty years, but I remember him. I wrote a lot of my early pieces on his charity work. But... I don't know Eliot. What's he like?"