saveyourbrain | LET'S [test] DRIVING

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test drive meme

LET'S [test] DRIVING

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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[The long anticipated artbook with specs for all the mecha from the last 10 seasons of (insert expied giant robot show here) had finally been released two days ago. Val Motoki had preordered a copy months ago, and there was no way he was going to take the (...admittedly small) chance that the bookstore had been sent too few copies to meet demand.

So now he's flipping through a book while walking with a dorky grin. He's looking up every now and then, but. This can only end well.]

[it's been a long day - most days are. but at least he has a little time to kill in-between one crappy part-time job and the next. iwan stretches his legs out, rests his head back against the bench, and lets his lashes flutter closed.

he's on the verge of drifting off to sleep and dreams, which would undoubtedly make him late for work (again). so mother nature decides to help him out. he feels the first raindrop against his cheek, the next one splashing in the center of his forehead. hello iwan, you're now a unicorn.

he opens his eyes to stare up at the steadily darkening clouds that seem to be gathering right above him.]

You've got to be kidding me.

[Or Rachel Roth, as she's known now. She's found, as she so often is, at a used bookshop somewhere in the city. Not doing a signing to promote something--especially not fucking Malchior, that work she regretted more than she'd thought possible. After a few horror and dark fantasy novels, cheapening her style and doing a dark YA paranormal romance had won her a respectable mainstream success.

She'd refused to do publicity for it after a certain point.

Whatever. Today wasn't for that. Today was for adding to her library. Care to approach the goth browsing the SF/F section? Maybe you might even recognize her.]

[You're walking down a sidewalk. Any sidewalk. It's a free country, you can walk around anywhere you damn please. While you're walking down any sidewalk, you watch as a can of spraypaint (conveniently labeled "creamsicle dream", would you look at that) rolls across the pavement in front of you like some sort of weird tumbleweed. Clu-clink!

Maybe it hits your shoe. Or, maybe it just rolls off of the sidewalk and into a storm drain. Whatever. The point is, the can came from that way, and you should probably go and check it out.

There happens to be a blonde boy further down the alley, and he's wearing an orange-and-white raglan tee, faded jeans, and a pair of orange chucks. He's also got a(nother) can of (creamsicle dream) spray-paint in his right hand, and he's promptly decorating one side of the alleyway with a spraypaint cartoon that looks vaguely like My Little Pony and Superjail got together, had a lovechild, then put it through a JPG artifact blender.

That is to say, it's pretty ironic. If a little weird.

What will you do?]

Edited 2013-08-23 03:21 (UTC)

[ At the Arts & Crafts Fair, it's expected that there are a number of odd yet somehow delightful homemade delights. One could say they're worthless, others could say they're priceless in their creativity. Kaede's thoughts aren't easy to read since her face is blank, so it's up to anyone's guess why she's staring at a portrait of a Gundam made out of cut up construction paper, popsicle sticks, pipe cleaners, and fluff. ]

Who would make this...? [ Despite what it might sound like, she's actually tempted to take it home with her. ]

[Allie was pretty sure that being very tall and very tattooed was not helping this booth get any customers. She was pretty sure her appearance was scaring the pearl-clutching soccer moms away.

She's not sure how she got roped into running her coworker's booth for him, but she was already sick to death of face painting and the many ways her coworkers used her apprenticeship with the tattoo parlor to make her do stupid shit like this. It was dumb, since she wasn't apprenticing under this asshole, but being the bottom of the totem pole still apparently made her viable for getting stuck with jobs like this.

In the mean time, at least she had time to learn to hide the spaded tail that had decided to sprout overnight. Much to her distaste, it kept finding ways to worm out from under her sundress. All she needed were the soccer moms to start thinking she was some kind of demon on top of being stereotyped as part of a biker gang (which she was not, thanks very much). Allie smiled vaguely as another person passed by only to do a double take.] I'm going to cut a bitch when I get baaack~ [Singsonging under her breath.]

[Seeing a thirteen year old boy at the park? Probably not that strange.

A thirteen year old boy with no shirt? Well, that's a little stranger, but not too strange.

A thirteen year old boy with no shirt, a pack of matches, and a look in his eye implying he's going to burn things? Well... That's a little more unusual. Maybe you should stop him.]

Rain

[Did something green and distinctly human shaped just dart out of your line of vision?

Garfield, in an astonishing stroke of bad luck, had been caught outside during the rainstorm. Normally that would be bad enough with the copious amounts of hair gel needed to make his hair look cool (though not nearly as much as Tim), but it appears that the echo flavored downpour came as ill timed as ever.

Now Garfield is ducking into the nearest corner he can find trying to escape the rain, and only just seems to be noticing himself that...well, he's a regular jolly green giant.]

Dude.

[ooc: Got a prompt in mind? Hit me!]

[Ah, the park. What could be better than heading outside on your lunch break and enjoying a nice meal in the sunshine with the birds singing and the children playing and--

Haha, yeah, no, that's not what's happening here at all. The only reason Gendo's out here at all, eating his lunch at an outdoor table, is because he hadn't bothered to bring a lunch from home (let's face it, he was already out of the house before the sun was even up) and not even he can tolerate vending machine sandwiches forever. Besides, Yui had insisted he try to get some fresh air now and then and she remained the only person in the world he couldn't flatout say no to.

That still didn't mean he couldn't take his work with him and his attention is focused on the open laptop in front of him, issuing orders and reprimands over email. Gendo Ikari's reign of terror never ends. Not even during lunchtime.]

[Do you look lonely? Are you eating lunch all by yourself in the school cafeteria, or maybe sitting at a bus stop trying to ignore the rest of the world? Russel to the rescue (whether you want company or not)!!]

[A junior at the public high school, Russel is a member of both the football team (cornerback and wide receiver) and the drama club (typecast for hammy villain roles), and he's known for being aggressively friendly and having a very intense fixation on music.]

[So intense, in fact, that if you have headphones on, he's going to start off this conversation with: ] What are you listening to?

[but if no headphones, you'll just get the classic, "Can I sit here?" instead.]

[feel free to tell him to buzz off. he's depressingly persistent.]

Edited 2013-08-24 16:10 (UTC)

[except here she's Kara, the American-friendly name she'd mercifully chosen to replace her real one. today she's at the gym, blissfully ignorant to some of the looks she's getting over her Hello Kitty towel as she makes her way to the weights.

the towel is neatly folded and left on the open bench press station as Kara goes about retrieving the proper weights, stacking up to a number that is surprising for her size. once finished, she glances about the gym before walking up to someone seemingly less preoccupied and tapping them on the shoulder]

Excuse me. Would you mind looking for the spots for me?

[orrrrr you could hit me with a totally different scenario! I'm not picky I'm just voicetesting because I got bullied oh god help me]

OOC: also I haven't come up with a resurrected name for her accepting all submission for awful names now. willing to do other prompts if you want to make one up idec let's do this thing okay? okay!

[ REJOICE you bastards for this self-proclaimed greatest Internet star of all time is here at your local mall. Cam whore? Yeah, she's got that down pat with a little touch up here and there from her B.F.F. Ad'Obe. Her Facebook page has so many likes that they had to remodel the page just to fit all the numbers on it twice and her photos are reposted to Tumblr all the time without the right source credited. That's cool though, she's not even mad over her popularity. Girl's got a cult following and that's putting it lightly.

Sadly she's not as cool in the real world as she is on the computer and it shows here at the mall. Ducking behind a stand, she nervously frets and pulls out a compact mirror. Is she talking to herself or is she really just that nervous? Who knows what she's saying, but it sounds as though the tone of her voice shifts each time--oh god, did you just interrupt her? She's snapping the compact shut with a CLICK! all while giving the cutest stink eye of all time. ]

Option A.

[It's a normal day at the mall, where Ruby spends more time than her wallet would like her to. Going through the racks at one of the higher-end clothing stores, she thinks she's finally found that perfect shirt, only for her face to completely drop as she checks the sizing tags.]

Excuse me!

[She tries sounding imperious, but it comes off more like a childish whine. Her nervousness is given away but the slight shake in her voice and hands as she attempts to wave down a sales person.]

There's nothing here in a size 5...

[She looks like she might be on the verge of bursting into tears over it.]

Option B.

[Sitting at the food court, Ruby is messing around on her cell phone while eating her lunch. She's not browsing tumblr or facebook, however, and is instead wrapped up in some kind of casual game.

Actually, you might get a notification that user "Fl0w3r0fTh3R3dS3a" just killed one of your monsters. Did she seriously just best you in that iOS monster card game everyone stopped playing over a month ago? Judging by the way she's jumped out of her chair in joy, it certainly looks that way.]

Yes! I finally hit level 10!

Edited 2013-08-27 22:28 (UTC)

[That's the thing about the East Coast--when it rains, it pours. Sang-joon spent almost all his eleven years of life in a less violently pissy clime, and now, as the rain he figured he could shrug off goes from zero to torrential buckets, he finds himself longing bitterly for the San Francisco Bay. He presses himself against the front of the nearest building and pulls up his hood, then pushes the damp, drooping rabbit ears away from his face.

Maybe he should've taken the bus home, but it isn't like his middle school is that far. It's just a twenty-minute walk, if he doesn't stop to pick things up for his mom. Of course, visiting Little Japan is kind of a detour, but his mom's seemed so harried lately, he thought she could use one of those cute panda pencil sets as a pick-me-up. She's always running out of pencils.

The kid pulls out his phone, but only to check the time--his mom doesn't have a car, and calling her would just worry her. He lets out a breath and pockets the phone again.

Sang-joon holds the cartoon panda pencil case to his chest as he waits either for the downpour to let up or a free miracle limousine to pull to the curb.]

[sigh

Another day at this shitty mall. Pia was new to the town, and if anything felt familiar, it was the mall. She had handed out a few resumes, and was now sipping on her strawberry shake in the food court, regretting every word she had said to the managers. She was a strong, confident woman! Except when under the judgmental gaze of a potential boss.

She shifted in her seat, crossing her long legs and watching the hordes of teens squabbling by the fountain. Oh, she could go on and on about them. She had seen that same group every day she had been to the mall. She supposed they didn't go to school, but that could be forgiven easily enough. She could not, however, forgive their hideous dress. She had seen them earlier herding themselves out of Hot Topic, and it looked as if they had picked the store dry. Leggings that featured dolphins in space were never forgivable.

Of course, a statement about dressing for yourself and not for others could be said here. She mused a blog post about it, later. But for now she will sit back and wonder why the person who designed those leggings has a job, and she doesn't.]

Edited 2013-08-29 05:16 (UTC)

[A) You know what you do with vending machines that eat your money and refuse to dispense the bottle you want? You dismantle it. You dismantle it without thinking and so he's standing surrounded by a small pile of parts that he's adding to as he keeps going, original intent lost entirely in the joy of disassembly. If you want a chance to get a free drink or think that this act of petty crime must be stopped and you're the one to do it, now's the time.

B) Or you know, you needed mechanical repairs and you're here to pick up your car/toaster/whatever. In which case yes he's waiting for you since all the work is done and you should show up quickly or he's going to get bored. Which won't end well for those around.

C) Or maybe you're studying for a test in the library and how is this guy not the verge of being kicked out because he just stood up and yelled out of nowhere like he's been given news to plunge him into despair.]

[Most people may be hiding from the rain, but not this kid! The city is normally really busy and there are always people around, but the rain seems to have driven most of them indoors. For the first time since leaving the farm, Link feels like he's got the freedom to wander around and really play again.

He's too busy zipping around on his bike, splashing through puddles, laughing, and generally getting soaked to the bone to notice that his ears have suddenly become longer and pointier.]

[Well well, if it isn't the world's most cheerful-looking coroner. In a blue and black suit, the ever-smiling Doctor Jade Balfour stood in front of a shelf of medical textbooks. He didn't seem to be looking for anything specific; instead he merely glanced over them and occasionally flipped through one that caught his interest. Then again...he seemed less 'interested' and more 'amused'. It was almost as though this excursion was less about academics and more about killing time.]

[Now the question is, does one dare approach the bespectacled doctor surrounded by the aura of death and passive-aggression?]

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Ryuuji Iwasaki | Spec-Ops Cell Go-Busters | Bookstore and/or mall

merlin/iwan evans | merlin

Raven | Teen Titans | Bookshop

Davesprite | Homestuck | Pick whatever random alleyway you want

Lucy / Kaede Hazuki | Elfen Lied | Arts and Crafts Fair

Alma Karma / Allie Sanchez | D.Gray-Man | Arts and Crafts Fair

Laharl / Lamar Princeton | Disgaea | Park

Garfield Logan (Beast Boy) || Teen Titans

Gendo Ikari | Evangelion

Raiel/Russel Goldman | Violinist of Hameln

Starfire | Teen Titans

Junko Enoshima | Dangan Ronpa | LOL SPOILERS

Kougyoku Ren / "Ruby" Wang | Magi : The Labyrinth of Magic | The Mall

Li'l Sebastian (Lee Sang-joon) | Homestuck | Rain