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

yay for Hanna is Not a Boy's Name characters!!

[dancingonapin]

[Also wandering the park with the oddest urge in the world to feed ducks in the local duck pond has Dr. Francis Fell tossing crumbles of bread to the hungry little beasts all by himself. Which really didn't feel right. No, he knew this was familiar, but something- someone- was definitely missing. It was the most frustrating feeling in the world, to have the experience on the tip of his tongue, but it just didn't feel right. This memory had been particularly stubborn, returning to him only bit by bit over the past week, and it still wasn't there in full.

With a groan of frustration, Francis curses gratuitously loudly as he throws the rest of the bread crumbs into the pond, much to the delight of the ducks there, as he storms away from the edge of the pond back to the little path that wound through the park.

And that's when he notices the man with a fedora over his head who'd been nearby during that tantrum of his, (which may or may not have rung some bells, though not nearly enough of them), and hesitates, clearing his throat and blushing red. His accent is distinctly British.]

Pardon my outburst... It's been a... a frustrating work week, you see... [An awkward pause.] ... You have a very cute dog.