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

[bonapartes]

[ even though it's a nice enough day, the sun beating down in full force, marius is still draped in a too large locke city university sweater, the oddity made complete with the grinning bliz polar bear printed on the front. he's contemplating the lecture he's just emerged from, one more specifically focusing on the intricacies of the parisian sewer systems, when he nearly ends up bumping into someone. it's a close call, marius stopping just a couple of paces away from where the blonde is standing, and he grins bashfully, after a moment noticing the pamphlets in the other's grasp.

it's only polite to take one, isn't it? clearing his throat once, he takes a pamphlet from the man, haphazardly flipping through it; taking note of some of the more... extremist idealism. ] You're looking for volunteers, then?

[ a tilt of his head, as he shoves the pamphlet away into the messenger bag slung over his side. the crunching sound as the paper folds is too loud in his own ears, and he barely suppresses a wince. ]

I'm Marius.

[runarevolution]

[ Why on earth someone was inclined to wear a sweater in this heat existed in a realm well beyond Enjolras's understanding. He himself is well dressed- almost borderline formal, but not overly so. His shirt has buttons; and maybe at some point or another there was a tie involved but it's long gone now. His jeans are clean, black and fitted. His clothes all look like they were made for him; though then again, he was the sort of person that perhaps clothes were made for.

When Marius almost bumps into him, he turns. Scrutinizes the other with blue eyes that narrow just slightly. But he softens himself, or at least he tries. Though there's still a sharp edge to his expression. Maybe it's just something that couldn't be helped. ]

Always. To create change, one first has to expose the issues. And to do that, it has to start in the hearts of the people. Which as you can no doubt guess, requires a street presence.

[ Is this the part where he's supposed to say his name back? Yes? Well, he doesn't.

Woops. ]