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.

Comments

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+. ]

[worlddominationbaby]

[ As soon as her shoes make contact with poor Yousha's face, Madeline somehow manages to vault herself backwards.

Too bad she doesn't know how to land properly on stairs. She ends up on her face. ]

Ow owowow ow...

[ PAIN. Soreness. Her head! Oh wait, but there's another person, isn't there. She looks up, wincing at the crumble of grad student, and wonders if she should quietly dart off.

... Yeah, she's gonna try splitting. ]