LET'S [test] DRIVING

[cava]

IT'S THAT TIME AGAIN, YOU KNOW THE DRILL. Here's a few options, all stolen shamelessly from previous iterations.

> The Park. Man, what a nice day out. Why not enjoy it? I'm sure -- shit, yep, there's some echo monsters or whatever they're called.
> 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!
> Arts and Crafts Fair. WILL THE KITSCH OVERWHELM YOU


or make up your own whatever this is basic and just for the purposes of getting a new test drive up.

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Nanami Kiryu | Revolutionary Girl Utena | THE MALL

[moorecowbell]

[ohhhh dang everyone get the fuck out of the way it's RICH BITCH]

[amajin]

Why not?

[He sits up.]

Someone needs to praise me for dodging a high kick from a maniac kid.

[He offers her his hand to shake]

Jin Aznable, certified engineering genius. You?

KYLE RAYNER | GREEN LANTERN | LOCAL COMIC SHOP

[shinygreenjesus]

[Hey wow it's LOCAL COMIC BOOK ARTIST Kyle Rayner and he is signing stuff]

[amajin]

[He gestures to a cup of cafeteria coffee that has been knocked to the floor by a sleeping researcher's face.]

You mean that coffee?

[He's seen that level of dedication before.]

You're a medical researcher, huh?

[He sighs, put in mind of his ex-wife, and forces a smile anyway. Just thinking about having to deal with her makes his sunny personality take a hit.]

Hisana Kuchiki (Lilly Oaks) | Bleach

[dead_wife]

[The skies might have been gray, but the weather was warm enough that Lilly decided to wheel out the flower cart down the street and set up shop at the corner of the town square. For most of the day, the weather forecast held true, and there was no rain. But at 3:41 PM, the clouds decided to turn the weathermen into liars, and fat drops of rain begin to pepper the sidewalk.]

[Lilly debates the pros and cons of staying. While the cart has a large shade umbrella that shelters her from the rain, the bad weather drives customers to extinction. There's only a little over an hour left before she closes for the day, though, so is it worth it to go back, open the shop, and then close it again a short while later?]

[She holds out her hand to catch a few of the raindrops, to verify that yes indeed it's pretty wet and likely to get wetter. If she must wait out the rest of her business hours without customers, she decides it's best to wait indoors before the puddles start to get too big. She hangs the folding sign on its rusted peg, stacks the empty vases, and locks up the cashbox. With a sigh of mild disappointment, the petite flower peddler throws her weight into the cart to nudge it forward, wheeling it home.]

[Behind her back, she doesn't see the little black specks drifting down, seeking new matter to infest. Or maybe there isn't any fluff at all and this is just a rainy sort of day. You pick.]

OMG MINT /)u(\. also i can't believe i had an appropriate screenshot for this

[snakeintallgrass]

[ yousha hida - you know, the tiny math postgrad with the office space just down the hall on this floor? the one that some people have joked would "probably just keel over if you flicked her hard enough?" - well, she's just found herself coming to terms with what some would colloquially describe as someone's foot getting slammed into her face. "how dare you," she wants to say in that first moment of impact, or "know that you'll pay for this," or even "what were you even attempting to do in the first place." but there is a foot in her face, and as such her range of expression is sorely restricted.

that initial moment, that instant of impulse, passes. yousha is thrown backwards, slamming into a wall with a breathless exclamation sounding something like "gyafumph" and almost immediately crumbling to the floor.

she doesn't seem to be moving. a+ job, madeline. a+. ]

[originaljoe]

Gah! Who threw that?!

[Joe barely catches the helmet after getting hit before whipping around, pretty tempted to throw it. Then he realized he was looking at Raul.]

Of course. Who else but you?

[Stepping over the back of the bench, Joe walked over to Raul before setting a hand on his shoulder.]

I gotta say, I'm surprised to still see you around.

[titanology]

....I'll get another cup.

[They will never give up. Must finish the research paper.]

Yeah. I'm studying virology.

Because egotistical redhead geniuses must meet.

[playerspooker]

[Thankfully, Linda is short enough that minimal ducking is required to avoid the kick's impressive height. However, this causes her to fumble the stack of books she was carrying into a mess on the floor.

This sets off her temper, and she turns on Madeline as soon as she's back on her feet.]

WHAT THE HELL WAS THAT ALL ABOUT, YOU LUNATIC?!

[originaljoe]

[Joe messes up a catch of the helmet which bounces off the toe of his shoe and rolls over to stop by Maya.]

Ah, sorry about that ma'am!

[Joe walks over the picks it up.]

I dropped it you see.

[amajin]

Medical researchers...

[There's a turn in his lips as he says it, but then he brightens up, quick]

Well you must be onto something, right? Just don't let 'em catch you sleeping or they'll make you go home.

[sucrosity]

[She snickers, first at the phone conversation and then at his sunglasses.]

You could bring him some sunglasses, to go with his pretzel. That'd get you a pass for sure.

[She slips them up on her head, next.]

If I'm spending this much on sunglasses, I want them to be making a good statement, Dad. You should think about adding those to your permanent wardrobe, though. Maybe you can wear a tie to match?

[She's ribbing, of course. She twists to pluck the sunglasses off and set them back on their display box.]

[amajin]

[He puts his own back and then picks up a very 1970s-80s pair with gold rims and puts them on. They're a little ridiculous, but as he looks at himself with them on in the mirror, they suit him.]

I actually like these ones, though.

[He gives her a fingergun]

Pow!

[sucrosity]

[She's going to be a smart alec, but the sight of Jin in the sunglasses makes her pause, recognition freezing her. Why--? After a ten second pause, she rushes to cover it by pulling a page right out of his book, lifting her hand to her chest and grunting as if shot.]

You got me...!

Shadowmaru | Brave Police J-Decker

[sassymaru]

[Now a detective going by the name "Yuji Takenaka" (or Takenaka Yuji if we're being more accurate here). He's a fairly friendly, outgoing, and sassy talkative sort of guy, who tries to charm his way out of anything he accidentally gets into.]

[He's probably at the park, watching people and their dogs run around on his day off or something along those lines.]

Perceptor | Transformers: Fall of Cybertron

[sciencetank]

[Except now he goes by Percival Carter, and yes, he's about as British as it sounds. It's probably not possible to be more insufferable than he is. Working as a professor of astrophysics, he literally has no friends, because no one can ever stand him and his chatter for more than ten minutes.]

[He's good though, who needs friends, he has work.]

[... and a need for a new pair of pants, hence the inevitable day spent trudging unhappily through the mall. Ugh. Human interaction.]

[amajin]

[He puts his hand on her shoulder]

Your sacrifice will pave the way for me to be super cool in these sunglasses for the rest of my life. Go gently into that good night, my dear bun...

[Then he pops them off and looks at them again.]

Yeah, I think I'm actually gonna buy these, you wanna wait a sec?

NOT THE MALL. ON CAMPUS ACTUALLY

[reapsthewind]

[shiiiiit. This is very annoying, but she's going to the astrophysics dept. because she needs to check some things.]

[1. Is this sudden new knowledge of astrophysics even accurate? She's pretty sure some of the math here shouldn't work. Also, it's in another language, but that's beside the point.

2. haha there can't be a planet in THAT location THAT'S SILLY also Cyberton's a dumb name]

[SO HEY, LOOK! A GRAD STUDENT FROM THE ENGINEERING DEPT AT YOUR DOOR]

Professor Carter?

[sucrosity]

You? Super cool?

[She raises her eyebrows, and puts her hands to her hips. He can probably feel the wave of unimpressed teenage attitude coming off of her, but when he takes them off, she relents, relaxing her posture.]

Are you gonna buy me lunch if I do?

[Said as sweetly as possible. There's even some batted lashes.]

[reapsthewind]

Yeah, they are.

[Gun time. Blam, blam, blam; three vermin heads explode. Hellllll yeah. And then another she just kinda. Grabs and crushes when it gets too close. HOW ODD SHE'S WEARING A LEATHER JACKET AND GLOVES IN THIS HEAT...]

[reapsthewind]

[does chris get riled up and want to overthrow the government DAMN RIGHT SHE DOES gimmie dat pamphlet]

[somedaytogether]

[Rita's never been a big mall-goer - shopping is not something she enjoys - but she needs a dress for a conference next weekend. She is browsing through the racks, trying to find something that isn't ugly, uncomfortable, or revealing when her shoulder knocks into the back of the young woman behind her.

Oh, I'm sorry.

Rider | Fate/Stay Night

[blind_devotion]

[Now a perfectly ordinary twenty-something librarian named Alexa (haven't decided on a last name) and with brown hair. A lot of crazy shit has been going down of late and she does not really know what to make of it or how to handle it!]

[Also she has a horse now? Why does she have a horse she doesn't know how to ride a horse or take care of a horse and she lives in the frigging city and aaaaaaaaaaaah where did this come from]

[arsmedicamenti]

[and it's one of the interns from the nursing school, who seems to have dyed her hair pink recently? (more like she can't figure out how to get it back to the normal brown it's supposed to be after that weird feeling of vertigo hit her the other day.) Esther's on a coffee run for one of the offices and--oh, wow. Are they still breathing? Should she bother them?]

Umm... Excuse me? Are you okay? Can I get you anything?

[sciencetank]

[He probably should have OFFICE HOURS listed in bold font tattooed on his hand, because, for the moment, he's become so absorbed in his work, he's completely forgotten he's even open for visiting right now.]

[He's plugging away at a keyboard, absorbed in the numbers flitting across his screen.]

[... At least the door's unlocked, so, when he inevitably fails to answer in a timely fashion, it can just be pushed open.]