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

i don't know if you're still doing this but HERE GOES

[sceptical]

[Oh, god. Grantaire's attention has been drawn, but it would have been hard for it to have not been. All he'd wanted was to do quick life drawings of passersby, but then the passerby had stopped walking and started handing it out papers, and before Grantaire knew it, he'd been too curious not to go and get one.

That had been, probably, a mistake.

He takes the pamphlet from the man - god, his expression is all seriousness and dedication and fire - and turns his head down to read it. After a moment, he cracks a grin.]

And what, exactly, is a piece of paper supposed to do about any of this?

ALWAYS i'm just the slowest ever. eeee grantaire

[runarevolution]

[ There's something about the other's grin that already sets him on edge- and then he opens his mouth and oh, it's worse. He does his best not to prickle, and instead he forces a thin smile. It's a question he's heard dozens of times, it shouldn't phase him. Tells himself that it doesn't, and counts back from five inside of his head quickly just in case. ]

A piece of paper- nothing. It's just a piece of paper; but everything is "just" a simplicity, or an idea until a person gives it breath and life. That simple "piece of paper" is an idea, and a dozen voices crying out to be heard. You can't start a movement without the people, and you can't rally the people without offering the information. What it is then, supposed to do is offer information. Plant the seed, so that the blossoming of change can take root.

[sceptical]

[Grantaire has to push his tongue against the roof of his mouth to keep from laughing. He doesn't want to laugh in this man's face, really, he doesn't, especially when he's still hoping to get a chance to draw that impassioned expression somehow. It's hard to find that exact look anywhere. There's something nostalgic about it, in a vague way. Maybe too vague to even be considered "nostalgic"...]

Hmmmmm. [He draws the syllable out, looking down again at the flyer.] The only voice I hear is you. Have you had any success with these papers? Anybody willing to become this mystical "People"? [He enunciates that last word, as if he's trying to verbally indicate that capital "p".]

[runarevolution]

[ Heaven help you if you laugh at him, he's already gaining irritation rapidly just from the attitude the other is giving off. Even so, Enjolras forces himself to smile- though it isn't an expression that reaches his eyes, and for it he ends up looking more condescending than friendly. ]

I've had sign-ups for volunteers. So yes, I would say I have had success. [ It takes him a hell of a lot of effort not to snap these words. Really, the other should be applauding him. ]

[sceptical]

[Grantaire's observant enough that he can tell he's starting to grate on nerves. He can't help but grin a little wider at that. After all, he's used to carefully examining faces and knowing telltale signs of emotion, just from his art studies. The forced smile is particularly nice. With one hand, he folds the flyer and shoves it into his jacket pocket.]

In that case, I might have to come by these meetings of yours and see the poor souls first-hand. What, exactly, are your goals?