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.

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Davesprite | Homestuck | Pick whatever random alleyway you want

[inesse]

[You're walking down a sidewalk. Any sidewalk. It's a free country, you can walk around anywhere you damn please. While you're walking down any sidewalk, you watch as a can of spraypaint (conveniently labeled "creamsicle dream", would you look at that) rolls across the pavement in front of you like some sort of weird tumbleweed. Clu-clink!

Maybe it hits your shoe. Or, maybe it just rolls off of the sidewalk and into a storm drain. Whatever. The point is, the can came from that way, and you should probably go and check it out.

There happens to be a blonde boy further down the alley, and he's wearing an orange-and-white raglan tee, faded jeans, and a pair of orange chucks. He's also got a(nother) can of (creamsicle dream) spray-paint in his right hand, and he's promptly decorating one side of the alleyway with a spraypaint cartoon that looks vaguely like My Little Pony and Superjail got together, had a lovechild, then put it through a JPG artifact blender.

That is to say, it's pretty ironic. If a little weird.

What will you do?]

[counterclock]

[What the fuck kind of unobservant douche is doing graffiti with all these fucking cops out? Avery would let him just burn in his shitty vandal hell, but unfortunately she still has a tiny bit of a moral compass left, so she looks around uncomfortably like some shady motherfucker and then kicks the can back into the alley, before following it a second later.

Through the darkness, she squints at the spraypainting douche.] Hey, fuckhead. What do you think you're doing? [V. polite, obvs.] There's cops up the asshole around here, you're going to get your tits busted.

[inesse]

[This particular unobservant douche has, in fact, been quite observant. He's managed to tag about six walls (in various parts of the city, it would be stupid to do it all in one place, duh) without getting caught yet.

So. He's pretty unimpressed.]

Contributing to the local city beautification project. [Nope. He... doesn't even bother looking up at her.] Originally it was going to be fandango, but, jesus christ you should see the look on the dude's face when you ask for fandango. It's like suddenly he's this alien and the thing you asked for is actually some weird alien aphrodisiac or some shit and he can't tell if you're coming onto him, or if you're just proposing something especially scandalous.

[counterclock]

What the fuck is fandango?

[Is apparently what Avery got out of all that.]

Look, brosis, I'm just saying. There are cops crawling all up and down this stretch like pubic lice on a particularly hairy asscrack, just looking for some nice pieces to sink their nasty itchy fangs into. I wouldn't keep around here. [She kicks the empty can at him to get his attention, since he isn't even looking at her.]

They won't fuck around. They're out for blood. Beautification ain't worth getting the shit whaled out of you.

[inesse]

Haha, really? Oh my god -- [The movement of the can in the corner of his vision gets his attention, and he turns just in time to sort of... send it spiraling back in her direction with the inside of his foot.] How do you not know what the fuck fandango is?

Anyway, here's the thing about Fatty McDonut and the Peanut Gallery... you can't whale the shit out of anyone if you can't catch 'em. This is le mural sex [Six; and he's sure to put a noticeable amount of emphasis on the word.] for me, and those assholes are still scratching their greasy heads in confusion over it. By the time they figure it out, jack will be hitting the road and comin' back no more, no more, no more.

[And that is all there is to say on the matter.

The boy tosses the can of paint he's holding in the air once, catches it, and gives it a little clicky shake. She can't see it, but he's looking at her pretty closely behind his sunglasses.]

Also hey. Nice shades.

[goodboybestshot]

[Thad was a little hesitant to investigate. He had bad experiences with dark alleys and he knew better than to stumble on something unsavory. Things like that just never ended well. However, the color of the can struck him odd and he couldn't help but steal a peak.]

[Huh. What is-- well. That sure is some comic. He tilts his head a bit.]

What is it?

[inesse]

[The boy rolls his shoulders. It's hard to say if it's a shrug, or if he's just trying to look cool.]

I call it two men and a pony and ted dansons pitstained ghost. You have to look for the ghost, though. Shit is hidden in there like vegetables in some kid's casserole dinner.

Re: Davesprite | Homestuck | Pick whatever random alleyway you want

[wonk]

[Roxy actually manages to bounce one of the cans off her foot and snatch it out of the air. Staring at proof of the unexpected feat, she almost doesn't notice the boy, and basically walks right into him.]

Oh, fuck, I'm sorry.

[inesse]

[That would be impressive, if he was paying attention. As it is, the boy got as far as taking note that she wasn't some cop trying to bust him before going right back into focusing on his artwork.

That is to say, until she walks into him, and he loses his footing. While he catches himself easily enough, it's still not quick enough to keep him from getting half a face full of creamsicle dream.]

Whoa! What?

[wonk]

Shit, sorry, I just - I was distracted and I didn't notice you.

[She pauses, and then adds lamely:]

Sorry about the soda.

Porrim/Pia || Homestuck

[femmefashionaire]

[Pia snorts, taking the run away can in hand. It's leaking a little and the terrible orange is smeared all over her hand. Oh, great. She watches the kid silently for a bit. She can forgive street art, sure, even if it isn't quite up to Banksy standards. Littering, however, is an offense that will cause repercussions for generations to come. She was certain spray paint is toxic, anyways, and harmful to the environment anyways, and that this run away can would probably be floating in the ocean her grandchildren aren't allowed to swim in because of high toxicity levels in the distant future. With a slightly scrunched up face she clears her throat and lobs the can back at his head.]

Hey, you dropped something.