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

[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.]