[TEST] DRIVE IT LIKE YOU STOLE IT

[reapsthewind]

I HONESTLY COULDN'T THINK OF A GOOD PICTURE SO THANKS LAVVY

Here, have the slightly more relevant song: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6_nLlL1mwKI

Anyway, this is a random scenario test drive meem, since we've had an influx of new potential appers. I am a bit too lazy to make this a proper meem, so you make your own shit up. Here's some inspirational scenarios:

> The Mall. The hell are you doing out in the suburbs, bro? And why is that woman trying so hard to sell you nail polish?
> The Park. MAN IT IS A NICE D-- shit is that a Vermicelli or whatever the monsters are called?
> Arts & Crafts Fair. Cute knit cat cozies! Bad pretzels! YEAH.
> Rainy Day. It's wet and you're stuck at the bus stop. HOW DEGRADING.
> You get an echo while someone else is around. SHIT. PARANOIA TIME.

Or make up your own!

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Jack Frost | Rise of the Guardians | PRETEND HE'S A BRUNETTE | THE MALL

[frostedoverland]

[Full name is Jackson Overland, because mun is unimaginative, but he still goes by Jack.

Loves playing with kids, generally a fun loving, laid back kind of guy. He's also your local teen manager at the ice cream shoppe in the mall, so be nice to him, he may give you free ice cream. Or more than what you paid for.]

[roadstotheriver]

[Nice? Maybe. More like shy and a little embarrassed. Claire is a couple years older than he is, just barely twenty-one, and she's here for a treat now that finals are over. She's still got research to do over the summer, but she doesn't have to start that yet.

So she's at the ice cream shop, staring down at the options, unable to choose, while poor Jack has to wait. He might notice, only half-hidden by her long hair, the funny round mark on her forehead. Not the mark of a Hindu... it's the wrong color, and it's just a circle's outline, not the full filled-in circle. She looks a little like she's trying to hide it, with that hair in her face.]

[frostedoverland]

[He noticed, but all kinds of kids these days come in with weird marks or piercing or what-have-you, so he's not about to judge or really even comment on it. He looked at it for a brief moment as the young woman stared down her options.

He chuckled lightly, resting his arms on the glass and watched. He was the only one in today, his co-worker was off on lunch and no one else would be coming in until around five, when they got out of school.]

You wanna taste test some of them? Maybe that'll help.

[roadstotheriver]

[She looked up sharply, and blushed at finding him right there watching her. Except of course he would be, because she was the only customer and he was the only employee here right now. Embarrassed and a little flustered, she tucked some hair behind her ear, and bit her lip.]

Can I do that...? I mean... is that allowed?

[frostedoverland]

[He only grinned some more, chocolate eyes twinkling in amusement.]

Of course. We let people taste what they want all the time. [The spoons were tiny enough, after all. He pushed back from the glass and pulled out one such small spoon and got a little scoop of one of the newer flavors they got in, cake batter was the flavor and seemed to be a big hit lately. He straightened and gave her the small spoon.] Here, try the new one. Tastes just like cake batter.

[roadstotheriver]

[It had been a very long time since she'd had cake batter, but the memory was that it was tasty, so she accepted the little spoon gingerly and put it in her mouth with only a little hesitation.

Her brows went up immediately.]

Mm!

[And, after removing the spoon, she actually answered with something intelligible.]

It's good!

[frostedoverland]

[He laughed softly and nodded.]

See, told you. Want some of that or do you wanna try something else?

[roadstotheriver]

[He was being nice about it, at least. She ducked her head shyly, and after a pause, murmured,]

Well... maybe I can try one more....

[And she pointed to the bright pink kind labeled "cotton candy". Because hey, she kind of liked pink, and it'd been equally long since she's had cotton candy as cake batter.]

[frostedoverland]

You got it.

[He grabbed another spoon and scooped up the pale pink ice cream, handing it to her over the glass right after.]

Here ya go.

[roadstotheriver]

[She took this one and savored it a bit longer. Then she nodded and offered him a little grin.]

I think I'll have that one. If that's all right. With-- um. Marshmallows? And-- can I have two mix-ins?

[Because Marble Slab is obviously the same thing as Coldstone, right? Right.]

[knight_of_heart]

[ First into the shop is a six-year-old boy, scampering gleefully to the display of available flavors and plastering his little hands and face to the glass. Not far behind him is the father he's the spitting image of, a scruffy guy in his thirties and a bold tartan-print shirt.

Call them weekend regulars. Ice cream is great for spoiling the kid that spends most of the week with Mom, right? Jackson gets a friendly nod of acknowledgement before Horace is bending, hands on his knees, to peer in over his son's shoulder. ]

So what's it gonna be this time, Mery?

[ Mery (that's Montgomery when his mom is calling for him) just keeps staring, wide-eyed. Kid in a candy... or rather, ice cream shop, and all. ]

[frostedoverland]

[The six year old gets a smile from Jack and he chuckles, watching the kid plant his face on the glass. He returned the nod and bent down to grin at the kid in the glass.]

You know, we got two knew flavors today, you wanna try one? It's cotton candy and cake batter.

[He pointed to the pink and pale yellow ice cream, respectively.]

[knight_of_heart]

[ Those little brown eyes went even wider. ]

Cake batter??

Hah! Bet Mommy never lets you eat batter right out of the bowl, does she? [ Grinning, Horace stood upright again. ] Yeah, let's let the little guy try the cake batter. Mery, what do you say to Mister Jackson?

Please!

[frostedoverland]

[He grinned wider and reached for the tiny tasting spoon, scooping up a small bit and handing it to Horace to give to his son.]

Please, just call me Jack. Mister Jackson makes me sound old. [He smiled down at the kid.] You're very welcome, kiddo.

[knight_of_heart]

Oh! Sorry, just reading the nametag. Can we compromise at 'Mister Jack'? Gotta teach the little guy his manners, you know!

[ Said little guy eagerly accepted the spoon as Horace passed it along, the bite-size scoop vanishing into his mouth in an instant. Somehow, that twinkle in Mery's eyes got even brighter. He'll now need a bite-sized minute to lick the spoon absolutely clean. ]

[frostedoverland]

No worries. I told them to get me a new one with 'Jack' on it, but I guess it got lost somewhere. [He shrugged good-naturedly] Sure, Mister Jack is fine.

[He watched Montgomery lick the spoon clean and smiled even brighter.]

I take it that one's the one?

[knight_of_heart]

[ Mery nodded eagerly at Jack through the glass, a little 'pop' sound escaping as he pulled the spoon out of his mouth. He turned his attention up to his father, expectantly, only for Horace to smile and cross his arms, head tilted in a silent, 'Well?'

So Mery looked back at Jack, visibly gathering himself with utmost concentration. ]

One... one cake batter kid size, Mister Jack, please!

[ And daddy looks so proud. ]

[frostedoverland]

[OOC: A-ha! Finally got his icons done, although I decided belatedly that he's got heterochromia, so one of his eyes is blue.]

[He watched, holding back his laughter, as the kid gathered up his courage to say what he wanted. When he did, he only smiled and nodded.]

You got it, kiddo. One kid sized, cake batter ice cream comin' up!

[Grabbing the small cup, he scooped up the ice cream, getting about two scoop fulls to fit in there.]

Any toppings? Sprinkles, chocolate chips...?

[knight_of_heart]

[ OOC: Cute! I like the trait! and then he Echoes white hair on that side ]

[ Mery's eyes barely had room to get any bigger. Was that two scoops? Horace noticed, too, and didn't protest. Just got out his wallet and did some discrete counting. ]

Sprinkles! Sprinkles like a cake has!

[ In a stage whisper: ] Rainbow.

Rainbow! Rainbow sprinkles! Please!

[frostedoverland]

[OOC: omg that would be hysterical]

[He laughed softly at the stage whisper, just gave a playful salute with his ice cream scoop and put it back where it belong, grabbing the spoon in the jar full of rainbow sprinkles and poured it all over. Then, he grabbed a clean, plastic spoon and walked around to give it to the child.]

Alright, there ya go, kiddo. Don't eat it too fast.

[He straightened and stood up, smiling over at the father as he walked to the register to ring them up.]

Did you want anything for yourself or would that be it?

[knight_of_heart]

[ Mery happily accepted the ice cream, his grin just as big as big could be, though he didn't forget to chime his ] Thank you Mister Jack! [ like a good boy.

Horace grinned too, peering back into the displays. ]

Yeah, actually. Think you can whip that cotton candy one into a medium milkshake?

Daddy say please.

[ And Horace doesn't look at all chagrined, just proud again. ] Please and thank you, Mister Jack.

[frostedoverland]

[Jack couldn't help the snorting laugh he made at that, but he managed to keep it small and quick as he nodded. He grabbed the scoop out of the warm water and, after a brief shake, got a few scoops of cotton candy ice cream into a medium sized cup and then walked over to the blender to dump it in and then add the appropriate amount of milk in as well. He set the blender going and walked over to the register and added it to the total.]

Alright, that'll be $5.15.

[knight_of_heart]

[ While Mery got a head start on getting all that glorious sprinkled ice cream into his belly, Horace counted out exact change to make Jack's job easier: a five dollar bill, a dime, and a nickle. As he held the cash out, he scanned his eyes along the counter. ]

Now tell me you guys are allowed to have a tip jar out....

[frostedoverland]

[He took the money and put it in as exact cash, the register dinging as it opened. Once the money was in, Jack pointed the jar sitting on the glass.]

But you don't have to, really.

[It wasn't like working there made him dependent on tips like a waiter or waitress would be.]

[knight_of_heart]

Hey, you see that? [ He nods at his son, happily enjoying his ice cream. ] That's priceless. Least I can do is pay for your after-work hot chocolate!

[ Because who wants coffee after ice cream, or so goes Horace logic. He thought he was making a funny. As he waited for his shake to finish blending, he tucked another five bucks in the tip jar... and had another thought. ]

Or your new nametag.