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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arts and crafts aww yeeee | Yoko Usami | Spec Ops Cell Go-busters

[sucrosity]

[The kitsch has nothing on one Yoko Aznable, who wanders between stalls and tables with her arms full of arts and crafts kits and enthusiasm bright on her face. She's wearing a letter jacket for Locke City Academy over her shorts, but what's most concerning at the moment is the loose shoelace on one of her combat boots. The one she can't see, because of aforementioned kits half-blocking her vision.

In fact, she appears to be so blinded that she's not even paying attention to anything besides what's right in front of her. (In reality, she's focused on getting to a table across the fair as quickly as possible without outright running. Austin at the cancer center would kill for that homemade planetarium kit. ...and so would she, honestly.)

Either way, she's definitely not looking, because she smacks right into the nearest table (or person), then trips on her shoelace when she tries to recover her balance, and a full half of the things in her arms scatter all over the floor before she even hits the ground.]

Oh, crap! Oh, crap, ow--!

Re: arts and crafts aww yeeee | Yoko Usami | Spec Ops Cell Go-busters

[infinitecombo]

[Yuri's here with his kid sister (well, he says kid but she's almost fifteen already) and looks pretty bored. (hair shorter than in the icons, but still long enough to pull back into a ponytail.) She's dashed off in one direction and he can't really be bothered to follow, not when he knows she's going to spend about fifteen minutes at every booth. He'll find her again later.

He's considering wandering away from the noise and bustle, maybe to grab a smoke--no, trying to kick the habit, remember? Maybe there's a bake sale around. Fairs have those, right? A little distracted, he doesn't realize someone's about to bump into him until it's too late.]

Woah--

[he throws his arm out, catches his balance on a table, pushes himself back up and snatches three flying objects out of the air in one fluid motion.

Uh.

College basketball star or not, he definitely wasn't able to do that yesterday. But crap, that wasn't very smooth. Save the stuff but not the girl?]

H-hey, are you okay?

[sucrosity]

[Not smooth at all, and while part of Yoko appreciates not having to worry about those three packages, she doesn't appreciate being on the floor.

She pushes up enough to make sure she isn't crushing anything, and then turns to look up at this idiot who got in her way and then let her fall over.

Her expression is irritated when she looks at him.] I'm fine.

[The 'no thanks to you' is probably implied. Hmph. She looks back toward the ground, to the mound of supplies, and pushes herself up into a squat so she can tie that shoelace and gather up the supplies. She stacks them with care, examining each box by turns.]

[infinitecombo]

[he resists the urge to reply with "good, maybe next time you'll watch where you're going." She could probably crush his toes with those boots, and he's not that much of a masochist.

He holds out the stuff he rescued.]

Well, a "thanks" would be nice.

[and there goes his big mouth again anyway.]

i was going to apologize for the fact that she's an ass but somehow i think we're good

[sucrosity]

For what, standing in front of somebody who's got too much stuff to see properly? [Her pile made and her shoes tied, she pushes to her feet and plucks her things from his hands, her every movement the picture of huffy indignation.

Her voice is low when she continues speaking, because she's turned around to gather up the whole pile. Mostly because she's no longer speaking to him.]

Next time I'm bringing a shopping bag or five.

"two jerks at a craft fair" sounds like a comedy movie pitch

[infinitecombo]

Yeah, then you'd actually be able to see. And didn't your mom ever tell you to tie your shoes before you leave the house?

[he folds his arms, part of him wanting to smack his forehead into the nearby wall repeatedly. Is he really picking a fight here? With a rude girl at a community craft fair? What has his life become.]

i like it already (omfg i thought i replied to this.... dw....)

[sucrosity]

They were! And didn't your mom tell you not to stand in the middle of where people are walking?

[Admittedly, she's not even sure he was standing, she's just being rude for the sake of it. She carefully begins gathering up her things.]

[cava]

[Cain's here because Calista dragged him along for some reason he's yet to determine. Calista's run off. As usual. Whatever. He practically whirls around when Yoko runs into him, his goggles serving as shades on a bright day like this.]

Ostie de tabarnac!

[Well, at least he didn't shout English obscenities.]

Do make an effort to watch where you are going, hm?

[did you expect help? because hahahaha]

[sucrosity]

[Yoko registers the French as she trips. When she sits up, her eyes narrow. French. Her one true academic nemesis. She'd made it a week before giving up, and she's still bitter.

Also, this guy is a jerk, so that's two strikes. She turns her head to scowl at him.]

Why don't you try not to stand in the way of people holding too much stuff to see clearly?

[Ooh, she hated him already. She starts to slide her supplies back toward her, so she can gather them up.]

[cava]

[Like a formal French class would have helped her learn curse words from an outer dialect anyway. YOUR DIRECTIONLESS BITTERNESS ABOUT FRENCH WILL GET YOU NOWHERE, AZNABLE

So you acknowledge your mistake, then, mademoiselle? C'est bon. Though when admitting an error, it's generally considered poor form to pin the blame on someone else...

[he sounds a little amused, even as he shifts focus to check his phone while talking]

[sucrosity]

[It's all Greek French to her! SHE'LL BE AS BITTER AS SHE WANTS AND YOU CAN'T STOP HER.]

Well, generally other people pay attention to where they're standing, but I guess they never taught you that, either, huh?

[She pulls a face since he's looking at his phone, and shifts to tie her shoelace--with a double knot, this time.]

[cava]

[HAVE FUN WITH THAT, YOKO.]

I was merely minding my own business. You hit me, as I'm sure you'll recall...

[yeah he can go on forever here. still making a show of only half paying attention, oops]

[sucrosity]

[SHE WILL.]

Yeah, I remember just fine--!

[ARGH. Ignoring her is unfair, though. She looks around for her map of the place, which fell with the rest of her stuff, and balls it up.

Then she throws it at him.]

[cava]

[nope, not giving her the satisfaction of more than mild confusion before he picks it up.]

Given how you seem to have trouble finding your way around without hitting someone, perhaps you need this more than I do?

[and he just balls it up and tosses it right back.

yep.]

[brodad]

[A craft fair was the last thing Val was expecting when Cain texted him the address. Not exactly his idea of fun, but, well, he already agreed he'd meet up. It'd been 10 minutes since arriving, though, and the mazelike rows of stalls made finding Cain seem unlikelier by the moment.

Continuing to wander around would just get him even more lost, so he stops in front of a table to text Cain for better directions. He's just hit send when something crashes into the table and oh crap that's a person she's going to fall

-and he completely fails to react in time, damn it. He stuffs his phone back in his pocket and kneels down near where she fell, offering a hand while trying to keep an eye out for passersby who might step on any of the stuff that's now scattered on the ground.]

Are you okay?

[sucrosity]

Oww... [She looks up, a grimace already pulling at her face, and kind of freezes, that weird constant sense of familiarity hitting her like a truck. Her faces goes half-slack. This--this person, offering to help her up--this seems familiar.

Belatedly, she shakes it off, reaching up to take the offered hand.]

I'm okay. Thanks.

[Uncertainly--] ...do I know you?

[brodad]

[He freezes at about the same time. This is... weirdly familiar, almost as if this happened before. As if he should recognize her.

He pulls her up, if with a bit of effort, and only lets go once she's steady.]

...Ah. [Half-smiling, with a small, uncertain laugh] I get the sense I should know you from somewhere, but I can't place it.

[sucrosity]

[She doesn't let go for a long minute, wracking her brain. Had they gone to school together at some point? WHAT WAS THIS. She doesn't think that's it, somehow.

Finally, she lets go, tugging nervously at her jacket sleeve.]

I'm Yoko. Yoko Aznable.

[Then--] Ah! My stuff-- [She turns to start picking up anything in danger of being stepped on.]