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[test] THIS WEATHER IS RIDICULOUS

Random scenario test drive meme. Some prompts:
> Ah god it's so hot and muggy how awful!
> The worst thing about summer cold snaps: you don't usually have your windbreaker handy because it's been so damn hot.
> The wind is perverse and trying to steal your things and/or crash stuff into you.
> It's raining wet vermy-things, as if the hail and possible storm wasn't bad enough. Now you have rain-echoes to deal with, at best.
> A nice day? I guess those exist?

So where are you?
> Caught way out in the open! At the beach, in the steet, at a fair, anywhere.
> Taking shelter! Bus stop, club you wouldn't normally frequent, bridge underpass, any port in a storm, any shade from the deathsun.
> In the mall or somewhere comfortably out of the elements, you lucky sunuvanek.
> Somewhere... else? idk, do what you want!

Have at thee!

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[ At this girl's reaction to her stunning victory, Marie's expression clears up, smile mellowing out to something resembling normalcy. She steps off of her math text with a little bounce, bending over to retrieve it. No blood or guts emerge from underfoot, just a quick puff of steam. ]

Eesh, hard to believe they're actually alive when they do stuff like that, huh?

[ Tucking the wet book under her equally wet arm, she regards her company again with a once over. ]

I was on my way, but I just couldn't resist when these guys started coming down. [ Tutting, she sing-songs: ] One good turn deserves another, and all that!

[Rei stares silently. What a weird girl. This is the kind of person the people at school should be making fun of, not her.

Not that she cares. Rei spins her umbrella, causing the rain that has begun to pool to fly off in a large spatter.]

I see.

[Her body begins moving again, heading to walk past Mari.]

There's a hornet's nest by my house. Feel free to show up if you can't resist your primal instincts to slaughter again. [She says it quietly, without tone. It's probably difficult to discern whether she's taunting Mari or legitimately asking for help.]

[ Is it bad form to toss somebody up on here when somebody else has them reserved?

Well, here's Ymir Jotunsen. A tallish girl of 19 and private (E-1) in the army stationed at Fort Turner. Some people joined the army to fight the good fight - Ymir joined for the pay, benefits, and guarantee of work. She was in the mechanics division, primarily working on repairing and maintaining the variety of vehicles used on base and by base personnel.

Today, though, today she was off. But fixing things, making things, that was what she did. And so she was scavenging for auto parts at a nearby junk yard when the rain hit. It came out of nowhere, and Ymir had to run to the closest shelter - a bus stop - to try and keep as dry as possible.

She roughly takes a seat on the bench in the shelter of the bus stop, rudely ignoring whoever might already be there, and places a box of miscellaneous parts by her feet. She runs a hand through her hair - kept short, as most military keep it - and wishes that she had a towel to dry it out.

Well, whatever. Shouldn't be too long for a bus. With any luck, it'd be one she needed to take. If not, she'd just sit until the rain stopped. Not worth walking back in this kind of weather. ]

Wow, frosty! [ More of an observation than a judgment, in kind. She flicks some of her wet hair from her shoulder. ] But nice metaphor! Think I'm the type to go kicking hornets' nests, hmmm?

[ We are neither confirming nor denying.

Unsurprisingly, all it takes is a skip and she's tagging along. INTEREST ENGAGED. ]

Hornets aren't going to slaughter us eventually, however!

The type to hit it with a math book, actually.

If they could, they would. [She says matter-of-factly while lifting up the umbrella to let Mari under. Rei doesn't particularly like strangers, but that doesn't mean she doesn't have various shreds of human decency lying around in here.]

Go ahead.

If you're going to brute force it, might as well be in a way no one expects, no? [ Marie watches the umbrella tilt in a way that might accommodate two, and waltzes under. ] Merci.

[ Life's little curve balls were funny. One minute you're murdering alien life forms, the next you're sharing an umbrella with a stranger, watching the soggy wet little spores sporadically make landfall. ]

Anyway, I'm taking an educated guess when I say that you've probably never been touched by one of those fuzzballs.

[ It's a hot, muggy summer day, and almost assuredly not weather most people want to be out in. The kind of day that makes you think you might just melt into the pavement.

For the purposes of today, and this moment, Aria Megido does not count as "most people". Well, she might not mind it being a few degrees cooler, but that hasn't stopped her from being out and about. She's specifically geocaching. This involves consulting her portable gps frequently as she walks around, looking more or less occupied with what she's doing but also probably lingering in certain places as she gets closer to THE CACHE. Aria's a familiar-ish face around Locke; while she wasn't born there, she (mostly) grew up there, and lives in Little Tokyo with her sister. Her grandmother owns an antique shop there.

That's the basics. The specifics might go a little more like this:

a) Run across Aradia as she's caching, either because she looks pretty darn suspicious wandering around looking at her gps or because she looks pretty darn lost.

b) Guess what, you're a friend or family member or random acquaintance! And somehow you got dragged into this today. Isn't the weather perfect for it? Enjoy Aria's undeterred cheeriness in the face of deplorable weather. Feel free to assume you know her for this.

c) You're doing something else entirely, or maybe geocaching yourself (SUDDEN RIVALRY). Who knows! Choose your own adventure!

If you need more information, the app in progress is here. ]

[ the rain's made everything slick, and normally that wouldn't be an issue, if it weren't for the fact the rain came out of nowhere, unannounced. she's not dressed for it. or, at the least, she'd have brought an umbrella. wore a different pair of shoes.

as it stands, her bad luck seems to have persisted as she hobbles over to the side of a building to press a hand to it, taking refuge from the sudden downpour under a deceptively cheerful awning. she lifts her foot up, inspecting the damage. she'd felt the heel give a little when she stepped out of work, the entry of the Locke City Library already running with water by the time she'd clocked out. reilanin had only gotten a block or two away before another slip had her one heel short and the other ankle sore, just barely catching herself before she faceplanted.

not usually easily flustered, the combination of a broken shoe and a drenched everything else is the perfect recipe for angry mutterings as she finishes up checking the bottom of her shoe and considering her options. maybe she should just give up and get a taxi. she hated to waste the money but she almost didn't care now. ]

[ it was questionable, then, if luck was on her side or not, because she was spotted by a familiar face waiting at a stop.

the passenger window rolled down. alex leaned over from his seat, past the plastic grocery bags in the passenger's seat. ]

Hey, Miss Banshee! Need a lift?

[ it's more the voice than the name that gets her attention, though the name earns more of her ire, and she gives him a a brief glare before she fully grasps what he's asking. ]

Really? Miss Banshee?

[ she sighs. there's no real use with getting angry at him for that. he always has a weird name for her every time they bump into each other, it's just that this one seems a little less benign than the others. maybe because of her predicament.

she considers. getting home sooner sounds like a fine idea. she's rarely seen him outside of his own job, though, so it's a bit different getting a ride home in his own vehicle versus the ambulance she normally finds him in.

she glances down the street she's to go and presses her lips together. ]

You sure? [ she calls out, not wanting to step out until she's sure she isn't going out into the rain again for nothing. ]

[ he waves her over in answer, already grabbing the groceries and putting them in the backseat to clear the front. the potatoes hit the floor a little harder than intended, but- well, if his room mate meant to turn them into mashed potatoes, then surely that was acceptable?

he remembers, at the last moment, to press the unlock button on his side. ]

[ another quick glance- he's still kind of in the middle of the road, after all- and she takes a breath in and heads out from under the awning.

she can just barely hear the kchunk of the door unlocking just as she grabs the handle. she's surprised at how relieved she is when the door opens without delay and she slips in, grimacing at the squelching noise her clothes make as she sits. ]

Sorry. Ah- sorry. [ she gets her foot in and shuts the door, leaving her free to drip all over his passenger seat. she puts her purse down on the floor and reaches up to pull her hair back ] Thanks. The one day I don't ride my scooter to work, and this.

Yeah, don't worry about it. [ he returns his attention to the road, foot giving up brake for accelerator as he resumes driving. he glances at the rear view mirror, then over his shoulder at the back to see if there's a towel.

there is.

... covering his rifle.

he looks ahead again, awkward internal dilemma swirling in his gut. after a pause, he says, ] There's a towel in the backseat. My rifle's under it, so... don't panic...

[ pls. ]

Rifle?

[ she's already looking back, taking into account the groceries he just chucked back there, but with her hands still hovering over her hair she's frozen, glancing to him briefly with an arched eyebrow, as though not sure if he's joking or not.

... he's not. her eyes widen a little bit and she looks back again ]

Is that usual? [ there's a hint of a british accent in her voice, usually more pronounced as she speaks, but there's a little flip or flair sometimes depending on her word choice.

she hesitates and then leans back to take the towel and pull it into her lap ]

Yyyyeaaah, not really. You hear about the deer attack on that bakery the other week?

[ an actual occurrence. a vermini-possessed deer had crashed into one of the reincarnate's bakery and trashed the place. the vermini and reincarnate parts were, of course, not included in the news story. ]

It's insurance. [ he lightly slaps the denim on his thigh. (he's driving one-handed.) ] So! Where am I dropping you off?

Do you... go to that bakery often?...

[ it didn't seem like quite enough reason to go about carrying a rifle, but who was she to say? she wrote the news off as an oddity, not something to take quite so seriously.

should she take it more seriously? ]

What? Oh. My apartment complex, I suppose. It's at the corner of St. Charles and Pandora. [ she looks away from the rifle back to him before she focuses on, at the very least, getting her hair dry ]

...I don't know if I've ever seen you off-duty. [ it's a complete shift from the conversation of a minute ago given her tone, except it goes right back into it a second later. ] Do you bring that with you now when you're on?...

[ tone whiplash! once he's mentally adjusted his route to the directions she's given, he takes a second to catch up with what she'd said afterward. ]

No! No. [ a light laugh. ] Not allowed. I'm hoping, you know, I'll never have to actually use it here, but...

[ yeah, he's not going to discuss secret number network stuff with someone who isn't involved. time for a topic change! (again.) ]

Sorry, yeah? Books aren't really my thi-- [ he realizes the ac's still on. ] Oh, shit, sorry. [ he turns it completely off. ]

[ there is no reason that it being absurdly hot and humid should preclude a person from doing valuable service to the community!! which is why Noel can be found helping spruce up the local park by helping to plant flowers and trees.

objectively speaking, he looks like a mess: his hair (brunet, not green) is sticking to his forehead and his clothes are smeared with dirt. he's kind of nasty right now, but for some reason he's still smiling, just as cheerful as can be.

university students may recognize him as that Super Weird math professor who goes off on rants about how beautiful nature is. (there's a rumor he once actually cried a little. nobody knows if it's true or not.) the rest of his app-in-progress can be find here.

also, have some options!!

1. Noel had come up to you, tapped you on the shoulder, and asked if you could kindly hold this hose for him as he went and grabbed something... then walked off before you could say yes or no. that was ten minutes ago. where the heck is he?!

2. if you are a fellow volunteer, he is probably espousing to you about how wonderful and amazing trees are.

3. anything else!! ]

Edited 2013-07-19 18:48 (UTC)

[Nat is. Or she thinks she is. Doesn't say that, though.]

All right. [and glances at him, trying to gauge if the tattoos are done. She introduces herself with nick and last names run together, like one name.] Natarkadi.

Well, I guess you never know what's out there... [ she doesn't sound entirely certain, and a little disturbed, but he seems to want to move past it, which is, you know, fair. if she looks a little skittish still, she's just keeping an eye on the road for anything that might need to be shot.

she sniffs as she settles the towel around her shoulders, not realizing that it's cold in the car until he turns the ac off. she shivers despite herself ] God! I didn't even notice. [ is she going to get sick? what a nuisance. she sighs again, shifting to check her shoe. maybe she should just yank the other heel off? ] Thanks. Sorry. If you wanted it on, I mean. And thanks for picking me up.

Oh, don't worry about it.

[ he glances at her again and notices her looking down at her feet- or the area, at least. he doesn't afford himself enough time to confirm. ]

Shoes all flooded? [ there's a note of sympathy in his voice. drenched shoes were the absolute worst. ]

I'm almost not surprised it was you. Normally I have to call before I see you, though.

[ there's something almost like teasing in her voice, though it's distracted. she takes her shoe off and inspects the sole of it. sigh, she liked these ones, too. she doesn't even know where the heel came off exactly. it's probably still sitting on the pavement somewhere. ]

Ah, the heel snapped off while I was walking... and they're flooded, yes. Damn. [ the last bit muttered to herself. what good is one shoe? but she hates the idea of throwing both out. ] Know any right-leg only people with a size seven and a half foot?...

[ a wry smile makes its way on his lips. he'd given her the nickname 'miss banshee' because of her uncanny number of 911 calls -- for others.

he clucks his tongue. ]

Actually, I think I know a girl. I'll give her a call. [ he shoots her a quick smile, just short of a grin. can't let her see his fangs.

But besides the broken shoe and getting caught in the rain, how are you? [ since taking nightshift, he's hardly seen her. ]

[No, not really. Justine wasn't there to volunteer, not yet, but she had heard things about the parks and had been considering the idea of volunteering with them later. She had an internship project she was supposed to do for her social studies class next year and was torn between the parks and the soup kitchen, but the weather (even if it was absurdly hot and humid) made her want to be outside, an- oh, a hose? Wait.]

Eh? Excu-

[...and he was gone.

For the first minute Justine stood there before looking around in the hopes of finding someone else who worked at the park. No one. And there wasn't anyone else she could hand the hose off to. Unless she wanted to give a small child a hose. Which she didn't. And so, having nothing better to do (and I'm assuming the hose has running water) she started...well, watering plants.

This is less in the delighted sort of way and more in the disgruntled sort of way, but she couldn't just walk away.]

Where did he go?

[...it's been ten minutes! At this rate she's tempted to 'accidentally' squirt the guy in the face if he ever gets back. (Probably won't, but the thought occurred to her.)]

[ madeline has always prided herself on finding the silver linings in life. sometimes, bad things happen - she's not so foolish as to think otherwise! but she's always felt that it's important to keep moving forward, and so the young woman sitting at the bus stop is enduring the rain and wind with a small smile on her face. things could be a lot worse, all things considered! she's got an umbrella, and there's a roof over her head - she doesn't have to wait for the bus in this rain.

and then a gust of wind picks up all six and a half feet of her gorgeous brown hair and flings it into the face of the person sitting next to her. ]

Ah- I'm so sorry! I didn't-

[ she's just going to try and gather her hair back into her own personal space, stammering apologies as she does so. it's a largely futile endeavor - there is simply too much hair to even deal with.

yeah, this new hair of hers is going to take a while to get used to. ]

Edited 2013-07-20 20:25 (UTC)

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