shabadoobie touch to [TEST DRIVE]

[hopediesalone]

HERE WE GO AGAIIIIIN

Here's a few options, ganked from the last one and still as shamelessly stolen from even earlier versions.

> 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

Very nice! Test Strike! FABULOUS!

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Dr. Jade Balfour [Jade Curtiss] | Tales of the Abyss

[nekromanteia]

[The world's least favorite medical examiner was walking out of the police station, having both just gotten off his shift and hand-delivered several thoroughly detailed autopsy reports.]

[Maybe a little too detailed. But Dr. Balfour certainly seemed to cover all the bases as far as working with corpses was concerned. Although his sardonic conversational skills were even more cutting than any scalpel he might have owned, it was hard for most to admit he was just as good at his job as he was at being kind of a jerk.]

[Then again, it would be hard to tell he was particularly cold or sarcastic on sight; he seemed to constantly wear a smile that didn't quite reach as far as his eyes. Today as he left the station, Jade opened a simple black umbrella and started to walk down the rainy street, whistling casually as he did.]

[What a weird guy.]

still kind of figuring out how to do her voice for this game MANY APOLOGIES...

[somethingawful]

[ Weird guys are of specific interest to Alex, so naturally she waits for him to walk past her before she clears her throat. ]

In the dark of a rainy night, a man doesn't offer his umbrella to the lady without one. Where have all the good men gone?

Grace Shepard | Commander Shepard | Mass Effect

[6billioncreditwoman]

((I said I was gonna do it and dammit I'm gonna do it. As soon as I get different icons and another account.))

[Rainy day]

Grace has always kind of hated the rain - found it depressing, inconvenient, and all in all yet another inconvenience on top of the series of inconveniences that made up her life. At least today she had her umbrella.

Unfortunately, today she was also being stalked by some kind of demon cat. She'd been trying to get rid of the thing for two minutes, which was long enough for her to figure out it was neither rabid nor going to run off when whacked repeatedly with an umbrella. It probably had something to do with that weird lump on its head, maybe.

At any rate, it was getting pretty embarrassing for a woman who worked out as regularly as she did to start losing a fight with a feral cat but that's where things were headed, and the sudden throbbing headache wasn't helping...

...well, it wasn't appearing to help, although suddenly the apparently-possessed cat wasn't there anymore. It had quite suddenly flown into the building at the end of the alleyway and just sort of splattered. Grace looked down at her extended left hand and wondered what the hell had just happened.

[onlyakiller]

A man stops nearby at the sudden thud the cat made, and ran over. "What was that noise?" He asked as he tried to rub the rain off his glasses.

Sam Middleton (Sadao Maou) | The Devil is a Part Timer

[part_time_overlord]

-OPTION 1-
[The place: McDonalds. The time: Lunch. The young man behind the counter is positively brimming with professional good cheer as employees bustle around efficiently. According the the name tag, his name is "Sam M.", and he is a trainee assistant manager.]

Welcome to McDonalds can I interest you in our new Mighty Wings combo meal?

-OPTION 2-

[The place: Sam's apartment. The time: Late Evening. The dungeon master is setting up his box of miniatures, battle mat, dice, DM screen, and source books. The apartment is small and cramped, but he runs a good dungeon.]

Alright. Alright guys shut up, lets get things moving. Now, last time you all leveled up after defeating the queen of the blade sorceresses. Did everyone actually update their character sheets this time?

-OPTION 3-

[The place: The mall. The time: Mid-afternoon. Something has gone horribly, horribly wrong. Maybe Vermidi are acting unusually boldly, maybe some reincarnates have gone rogue. Maybe it's just a totally mundane accident. Whatever the cause, people are running and screaming and panicking. But not Sam.

Sam looks...invigorated. He looks down at his hand, then clenches it into a fist.]

That's new.

3

[devilsphysician]

[Gregory pants, holding a poker rod from Pottery barn like a rapier, looking baffled at the mess the rampaging Vermidi left]

... What in the Hell's bells just happened?

[He exclaimed loudly, though he wasn't intending to address anyone]

Mai Taniyama | Ghost Hunt

[makesthetea]

[All Mai had wanted to do was use her one free day of the week to come to the mall and maybe, possibly pull together enough money to buy some new jeans. The ones she had were slowly growing threadbare and she vaguely hoped she'd trip into a good sale.

All she's managed to trip into though is about a half dozen other people with seemingly the same idea. She's jostled this way and that, a constant litany of 'excuse me' and 'hey watch it! until she finally has enough.

Throwing her hands up in the air in the middle of the crowded plaza, she literally screams out:]

STOP PUSHING ME AROUND ALREADY!

[... Wait, did she say that out loud?]

[shiromadoushi]

[[and who should be right next to her trying to avoid being pushed about and get the biggest earful of that? That would be this kid, who started so badly that he fell over.

His life...]]

...Normally "excuse me" works...

Aaron Bertilak | Original Character | WAITIN FOR DA BUS IN DA RAIN IN DA RAIN

[viridianrogue]

[curse these Echoes. Aaron feels like shit, and it shows. He's almost literally green around the gills, and every so often he has an awful, hacking cough, where he spits up a glob of green slimy crap]

[This seems to be made worse by waiting at this bus stop in the rain]

Smaug | The Hobbit | The Mall

[readfahwyrm]

[Samuel Matthew Algernon Roberts THE THIRD is old money

so old

old as balls

and he is now currently coveting a Tesla Roadster at the stand in the mall





did we mention he's fifteen and a dickbag and that he just

...

man echoes are funny because he has this really stupid urge to just sit on the Tesla and take a nap

maybe on top of those gold rings he wears too

in his suit and tie]

Kyle Rayner | Green Lantern | CRAFTS FAIR

[shinygreenjesus]

[ local indie comics artist is selling his local indie comics!

they're mostly magical realism slice of life stuff

approach y/n]

Y

[two_stones]

[Regular customer incoming!]

Kyle! What do you have for me this time?

Zulf | Bastion | RAIN in the PARK

[the_survivor]

[someone just had a horrible flashback

so someone is staring blankly into space suffering from ptsd whose source he genuinely cannot identify

he works in the local bookstore and stuff]

Kloe Bishop | Original Character | Rainy Day

[abstinentzombie]

[Oh sweet jesus this was possibly the worst day of her life.

So first her car breaks down. Not a big deal, right? Except it's late. And raining. But after a quick dig through her purse she discovers that... her phone is dead.

Awesome.

Not that that stops her from getting out of the car. Most people keep an umbrella in their car, right? Right. Thirty seconds out of the car a gust of wind turns the umbrella inside out and rips it out of her hands.

So Kloe is left frantically chasing her wild umbrella down the street, shouting curses as she goes.]

God damn it!

[dominateartimus]

[Xander was on his way home from work, but hearing the sound of someone screaming profanities down the street caught his attention. He didn't know what the commotion was about until an umbrella knocked in to his legs. With a small glance downwards, he moves to pick up the item before it can get away.]

Is this what you were screaming after?

[He asks, although having to be a bit louder than the rain and thunder as he offers the umbrella back to Kloe.]

Richard | Tales of Graces | STARBUCKS IN THE RAIN

[illwind]

[man, the weather is really crappy today. Then again, autumn, what are you going to do. Pumpkin spice latte? Your barista for today looks...awfully cheerful, despite the downpour outside.]

[ooc: or THROW ANY SCENARIO AT ME, I'm game.]

[espigeonage]

Well, well. This is the last place I'd have expected to see you. [His words, his crossed arms, his serious face and tone... Julien's just playing.] Make me the most hipstery thing on the menu or I, Hipster Blue, will take my coin elsewhere. I hope you're up to it.

Sara Kirisame | Mamizou Futatsuiwa | Touhou Project

[two_stones]

-1-


[It's really coming down! As you walk by, there is a tree offering some semblance of shelter. There is also a girl hanging out in the branches of the tree. She looks damp.]

You there! Come join me. This is perfect tree-climbing weather!


-2-


[Welcome to Nouveau Blend, the second or third most pretentious cafe in Locke City! You're here with Sara, for any possible number of reasons. Random spur-of-the-moment brunch? Hammering out details for a university project? Date? Who the hell knows, but what we can say for sure is that you are being evaluated when it comes time to order.]

Hmm... I'll have a grande espresso macchiato, no sugar, organic whipped cream, extra dry, with soy milk, and sprinkle some cinnamon on top.

What about you?

2

[not_good_not_wicked]

Do they just have coffee here?

Nate Burzek (Nathan Young) // Misfits

[grannyfucker]

1

[HE JUST WANTED TO GET TO CLASS ON TIME

Such is the lament of the doomed reincarnate, cornered in the park by a couple of vermedi. The hapless college student lifts his backpack up as a shield, trying to cower behind it and step back, but he is starting to back up into shrubbery, and the monsters are just getting closer.]

You can take anything you want, just don't take my paper on health care in Iceland! ...Or my laptop! Or my phone! Take anything but those!

[he is tossing pencils and erasers at them as a peace offering. He doesn't think it's working.]

2

[Nate has only just discovered the network and, after browsing it for a few hours, has decided to throw in his own contribution.]

So after some investigation, i've found that what this network is really lacking in is some people asking the real, hard-hitting questions. None of this show and tell magic power freak fest bullshit.

so let's start with a small survey: how many of you people have started noticing strange things happening in your sleep? Like an uncomfortable heat and breaking out into a sweat? Or waking up with your sheets all sticky? Dreaming of driving a car in stick shift, or wrestling an anaconda, or putting sausages through a meat grinder, or giving a bath to a small slippery dachsund?

it seems to be extremely contagious, so let everyone know if you have it, this is a matter of public safety!

2

[ageneralmayhem]

I doubt anyone here would be surprised by any such dreams.

Robin | Teen Titans

[afamilyact]

[1]

[But here, he much rather prefers going by Tim. Because, that's kind of his name, and everything.

The easiest place to find him was in the science department of Locke City University, toiling away at one of the chemistry labs, where he was far too pre-occupied checking out whatever was under the microscope to pay attention to his surroundings.

On the plus side, it was one of the rare occasions where he wasn't wearing his usual sunglasses, in favor of donning the standard lab goggles. Safety first, kids.]

[2]

[It was far less easy to find him at the Arts and Crafts fair, and yet, that was indeed where he was, for the moment. Accompanying his mother, quality time with the family, all that good stuff.

He looked absolutely miserable.

This place was so boring. From the perspective of someone that wasn't even willing to look around, at least.

Save him.]

[slowcialgraces]

Hey, Tim!

[Look, Tim, it's Professor Westerfeld, who is also at the fair and sporting a really tacky scarf and a hot dog in each hand.]

Good to see you outta the lab for once, man! You gotta go check out Old Lady Jenkins' stall while you're here, she's got some really nice stuff and could use the money.

Wally West | Justice League/Justice League Unlimited

[slowcialgraces]

[1]

[Walter Westerfeld, or Wally to his friends, is an adjunct professor at Locke City University, teaching classes on forensic science. He also works with the police, and is generally known around most of the town as a pretty swell guy who'll help out anyone if he can.

Today, he's having lunch at the university's cafeteria. Anyone who's kept up with him lately will note he's been eating a lot more than usual, though doesn't seem to be gaining weight - which is odd, since his intake is now nearly cartoonish. And those of the numbers club, they'll notice him as a relative newbie to the group that asked if anyone else suddenly felt a lot hungrier after having one of those weird mental trips.

He's coming back from his fourth trip to the burger-serving station with a rather puzzled look on his face.]

[2]

[So yeah. Shitty weather, freaky things showing up, and one freaked-out redhead who speeds into a parking garage. Seriously, he must've been going like eighty miles an hour, and he's obviously not used to it as he flails and yells as he tries to dial down the speed but momentum is a bitch and he runs into a parked car. He's knocked flat on his ass, but he's quick to raise up. He's panting like he just ran a marathon, and staring at his hands and gibbering like a maniac.

Or is he just talking really, really, fast?]

--

OOC: Replies will come from gainingmomentum!

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[chernobolt]

[Kara's plate is piled similarly high, although it's her first (and likely only) outing to the buffet and always difficult to tell whether her habits were echo-induced or not anyway. she spots Walter and risks balancing her tray on one hand so that she can wave cheerfully to him.

she might not take any of his classes, but Tim certainly does, which means that she's passingly familiar with him and that's about all Kara needs to start up a conversation]

Hello, Professor! I was not aware that you too were bulking up the muscles. Which sport have you taken up?

Hitomi Pavoni (Princess Hitei) | Katanagatari

[notjustariver]

[So what if it's raining cats and dogs and vermilion things? This lady doesn't mind. In fact, she seems practically euphoric.

She's dropped her pink flowery umbrella to the ground and is bent over laughing, completely oblivious to the fact that she's getting drenched. Maybe it's raining gigglewater now? Or maybe she's just crazy?

Or maybe she got an Echo that is utterly hilarious to her for reasons she doesn't even fully understand.]

[shortspoken]

[ WOW, SHITTY UMBRELLA LADY. Way to be a huge potential risk if the police are still looking for assholes laughing too much in public. Which they probably are.

 

Wait, what if it is raining gigglewater. EXCUSE ELLIE WHILE SHE DUCKS UNDER SOME SHELTER OKAY GOOD ]

Hey. Hey. Hello?

[ She wouldn't usually engage a stranger but must find out if it's gigglewater stuff oh god ]

Julia Cross | Original

[believeinlife]

[Julia's an energetic young woman under most circumstances, though a little demanding; walking out the college's front gate, umbrella in hand, she sighs at the rain. She'd been hoping to get some studying in before the storm rolled in, but that was clearly a non-starter. Looking out at the falling droplets...

...she gets a weird feeling of vertigo, as the bottom of her stomach seems to fall out, and there's a feeling of emptiness. Along with it, she sees... someone. A girl, longish blonde hair, talking to a brunette with her hands on the other girl's shoulders, seemingly telling her to get it together, though the words aren't really coming together. There's a bright red handprint on the other girl's face, too - did she do that?

As the memory fades, Julia's face clouds. First the plain silver ring, and now...?]

What's going on in this city...?

[Shaking her head, she starts to walk down the street, making her way to the nearest coffee shop to (hopefully) wait out the storm; busy as it is, she orders a tall cup of black coffee and takes a seat, gazing out the window, absently twisting the ring on her finger.]

Killian Ryan | Kili | The Hobbit (largely movie based since...personality) | The Mall

[youngestone]

[Well. This sucks. He goes into the mall to avoid the rain and nearly gets run over by a screaming horde of preteen girls going crazy for the latest boy band CD that just released. Or something. Really, all Kili heard was "AIEEEE" before promptly getting the hell outta dodge. Preteen girls are scary.

He texts his mother to let her know that he's not getting into any trouble--really, you tag a few walls out of boredom and suddenly you're a criminal even if you were never actually caught--but he'll be late for dinner. Which again sucks, because he knows his mom has been working really hard this week to make dinner particularly special tonight, being their sixth month anniversary of "Staying in One Place", but he has no car and his jacket isn't waterproof enough to risk running in the rain. No bus fare, either, seeing how he gave that to his mom so she could get to work.

Also, he's still kind of weirded out by that freaky feeling he had on his way from the park. He's not even sure what caused it, or why there's a string of numbers playing in his head. Either way, he'd like to shake off the freaky feeling before dinner.

So yeah. A local teenage semi-delinquent (who doesn't go to school and never has) is hanging around the mall. Trying to ignore that Feeling. Poor kid.]

[strikeraid]

[ ooc: DELINQUENCY? I'm in. Can we say that they ran around with the same friends but didn't really talk to each other? Skyler's end of the spectrum was where the real assholes found trouble. ]

[ Yeaaaah Skyler is here for the exact same reason. Well... sort of? He does have a new Echo that he'd like to ideally test on a pigeon or something, but he had to book it inside the mall instead. Stupid rain. So while he may be here because of an echo, theoretically Skyler should be way more on top of this shit than --

Hey, that's... What's his name? Skyler is coming up from his side, so he's in a good position to catch his face. Yeah, it's that kid. He's seen him after school, hanging out with some of the artsy fartsy rebels that he hung out with. The only thing he knows about him is that he's been tagging up walls all over the city. Skyler considers this for a moment, slowing down. To engage, or not to engage? He's been trying to avoid his old crowd of friends, after all.

... Is this even a question? Skyler figures that this kid is far enough away from his own stupid social circle to actually be sane. And it's been months since he's actually talked to someone his own age without him specifically trying to make them feel shitty about themselves. He's an extrovert, the withdrawal is KILLING him.

So yeah, he'll just lightly check this kid with his elbow as he passes by. This is not an aggressive check. This is a "what's up asshole" check. ]

-- Whoops. Sorry. Didn't recognize you without the spraypaint.

Connie Springer | Attack on Titan

[wasthatmymom]

[Connie is strolling through the mall like he owns the place with a big grin plastered on his face. He's looking especially confident for someone still wearing his McDonalds uniform and fondling a small, unmarked envelope.]

Three hundred seventy seven...Shit. Yes. Christmas bonuses are my fucking shit. [He taps the envelope against his visor, which sits atop thick, curly, voluminous hair.]

Sure Carol, I'll take your hours. Yeah. Yeah. I'll take them all the way to the fucking bank. No sorry Mom, I can't go to Uncle Kevin's party, I gotta work overtime...[Passively, he tosses the envelope around himself acrobatically while telling himself how smart he is.]

Pizza? Fried chicken? Oh Locke City Mall, you shall now be referred to as "Connie's Oyster", thank you very much.

Thank you veeery-- [He starts to wave the envelope around.

But then he realizes that it's gone]

Wait.

[Patting all his pockets at near the speed of light and then a look of complete and utter despair.]

Oh.

Oh fuck.

Oh. Mother. Fuck.

[There is now a small boy with a big curly afro panicking in the middle of the mall. Approach?]

[drama8om8]

[ When it comes to the subject of ridiculously large coiffures, Octavia isn't one to talk. Some say her hair has achieved sentience. Small animals are frightened of it. One time, she found a dollar in there.

Still. The sight of ~*THE FRO*~ is enough to make her stop and stare. It takes a few seconds of inelegant gawking before she actually says anything. ]

Hair something wrong there, fro?

[ WAIT SHIT ]

I mean. There something wrong there, bro? Uh.

[ Whew. ]

Jeremy Barnes (Spike | My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic)

[transcribes]

> The Park

[It's a gorgeous day, and Jeremy's decided to go for a walk at the park, take a break from the insanity that his life is rapidly becoming. Picture a skinny kid who looks about 15, with messy blond hair pushed up into something vaguely resembling a fauxhawk. He's just picked up a hot dog with the works from a vendor--but after one bite he recoils in disgust.] Ugh, you call this a hot dog? It's ice cold!

[A pause. He glances one way, then the other, and when he's sure no one is looking, he cups the hot dog in his hands and breathes green flames on it. After a few short seconds, it's cooked just shy of becoming charcoal, and he takes another crunchy bite with a much more satisfied smile.]

Y'know, maybe I could get used to this after all.


> The Network

So I put my hand down on a red hot stove top today. Twice.

IN MY DEFENSE the first time was an accident. Peewee was chirping like crazy for some reason, I tripped over the footstool next to the oven, and wham. Palm right on the burner.

And it didn't hurt. Not a bit. It actually felt kinda comfortable, like that's the temperature I'm supposed to be. So obviously I had to try it with my other hand. Same thing. I appear to be completely invulnerable to heat now.

It's got me thinking. Even without the memories, it's pretty obvious by now that I wasn't human in my past life. First the fire breath, then the tougher teeth, now this. And it's cool, I mean, I'm not complaining about being fireproof. There's a lot worse Echoes I could get than that.

But how much more am I gonna change? Will anybody still recognize me by the time I'm finished? Will I still be human?

Will I still be me?

Man. I miss the times when the deepest thing I had to think about was asymptotes in math class.


> The Wild Card

[ Got some other scenario in mind? Go for it! ]

net please

[vanisland]

Not everything is so clear-cut. What if "past you" was a heavily mutated human? With all the other sci-fi and fantasy things people seem to be getting, it's certainly not impossible.

I mean so far "past me" seems to be a writer with a hot tub and access to musical WMDs. I have no idea how to put those things together.

Alexa Trent [Amelia Pond] | Doctor Who

[attendre]

[Option A: it is your Birthday/other exciting day that is about to be commemorated with a kiss from a woman in a tight skirt. Alexa knocks on the door, message in hand and ready to deliver it.]

Well hello there. I've got just the message you want to hear.

[Option B: it is not your birthday/other exciting day and the above described situation is about to get extremely awkward.]

You're not, uh, Mr. Jones then? Pretty sure that's the address I was given? Funny how you think you write down all the right numbers and then they're all wrong. Right, uh, better be off then, best of luck with today!

[enrages]

[ ...

Her excuses will not save her this day. ]

I swear to god, if my dad hired you for his birthday two years in a row, I'm going to jump off the nearest bridge.

diana | sailor moon | call her whatever you like

[lunarmeow]

[ The park? Sure, why not. There might be a small gray kitten of maybe three months hanging out in the park. Specifically she's either sprawled out on a sunny patch of grass, or perhaps crouched under a bench, waiting for some convenient feet to attack. Or anything that moves and looks exciting, really...

She's been sentient to the human level (though she's not totally sure what this is, beyond Thinking Differently) for a bit over a week, since the lights. And to make things simpler (or more shocking) she's snagged one more echo from the towers. On the kitten's forehead is a crescent moon, and with it...well, with it comes the power to talk.

Maybe you should feed her something. Yeah, you should definitely feed her something, especially if you have something that looks delicious...human-level intelligence is really useful for begging for treats, didn't you know? Anyone with anything that seems remotely delicious and edible for a cat will be treated to soulful stares and piteous meows.

And you could always adopt the stray, maybe. Or have already adopted her, and be getting ready to feed her (seriously, food is cool, especially treats). She's totally in the market for a nice warm house with a human to work a laser pointer. That sounds pretty cool. Someday she might let you know about your destiny as the 30th Century earth-born moon princess in return. That's the destiny of her owner, after all. ]

hope you don't mind a belated tag

[neonnerd]

[The park is on his way home from the university, and after a long morning of teaching college students, Benjamin usually likes to stop by. He'll get himself a snack - a pretzel or a hot dog or something - and go for a walk while he eats.

Today is little different, save for the fact that he spots a small kitten hiding under a bench. She looks hungry, and, well, Benjamin has quite the soft spot for animals.

He can't resist going over, breaking off a piece of his hot dog and offering it to her.]

Jean Kirschtein | Attack on Titan (Jamie Killagan)

[honestopinion]

{ooc: Jamie is 13 years-old just a protip.}

option A: network post [text]
What is this thing? some kinda online message board? (¬､¬)

you know when you post online you're subjected to criticism and different opinions and boy- so some of you have some wack ones on here. ANYWAY from the looks of thing this is just some self help online emotion dump box for adult babies, maybe if you guys got some real hobbies you wouldn't be such losers.


real hobbies like.. anime. thats right, japanese animation, anime. they're not cartoons either it's super mature stuff. i doubt any of you would get the plot to ademgelion that's how deep it is.

i did though because i'm not a dumbass.

mecha anime is the coolest too btw, giant robots are mega cool and not kidish so shut the fuck up i know this guy that's in his 30s and likes mecha so piss off!! o(-`д´- ｡)

option B: mall [action]

[Typical mall adventure for your typical adolescent. His mom off looking at Lane Bryant or whatever, mom stuff--gross, like Jamie wants to tag along for that!!

No.

You can find him loitering in the closest game store, PlayStation 3 section. In the middle of making a hard decision, should he get Not-Over-Yet Fantasy 23 or Dragon's Catma: Dark Hero-Guy? His mom will only buy him one the choices are causing much anxiety. Pocket Fighters X and Y come out next week though and Jamies gotta have the new one when it comes out! The 3DS isn't hackable yet that means he has to buy it!

Why is being 13 so hard?]

A: handwritten text;

[toobig]

You're not another one of those "yaoi fangirl/boys" are you because there's too many of them here already.

Ken Amada || Persona 3 || pls ignore babby icons

[watchthis]

[The young (relatively speaking) prosecutor is out on his lunch break downtown, sitting quietly in a small cafe and reading a work of fiction to take his mind off of the rape and murder that occupy him on a daily basis--]

[Haha no way, he's working through lunch as usual, standing outside of his Ciel Cadillac with a notebook, scribbling something down neatly from his briefcase and letting his coffee from the cafe across the street grow cold. He looks hurried and a little overworked, but there's nothing slowing this 37 year old spitfire down. His case at the moment is two months old already and the longer they sit on it, the less likely there will be a verdict he approves of.]

[After all, justice must be served.]

[You may recognize him, as he's been on the news every so often for large court cases, the most recent a double rape-murder case involving the kidnapping of a seven year old girl.]

text;

[dualshredder]

[Oi, it's break time! Even the boss needs his break away from all those old rusted heirlooms-- and no, not the antiques. Houston is speaking of his mid-day crew of visitors, all old woman and men who have nothing better to do with their time. Making sure every second counts till they fade away on that death bed their disgusting children put them on.

Looking up from his phone at the sign of police cars- Ken might be around.. Calling him out isn't out of loneliness, oh no. After three long years of living day by day with the man they've both come to common with one another. No- his call it out of that terrible need for attention, it's completely different, not romantic in the least.

-The right term is conceited.]

hey ;))

what you up to? huh?

[Can you see him across the street, he's not even attempting to hide the fact that he knows you're busy and you don't have time for his petty bullshit.]

Britany Ruff [Rita Mordio] | Tales of Vesperia

[blastiaobsessieanonymous]

[Option 1: The Mall]



[A roughly-dressed teenage girl is attempting to work her way through the crowds - right, it was back to school sale season, so the preppies and such were all trying to spend hundreds of dollars on new fashions.

Britany viewed them with disdain, of course. $100 for a pair of pants that was $4 used at a thrift shop? Who would honestly burn that money when it could go to miniatures, or a better phone, or games, or... Any of a thousand other things that weren't priced at "rip-off" rates.

Of course, the fact that she had to keep all of her purchases in a locker at the teen club in the mall right now didn't encourage her. She was "between homes" again as far as the foster care system was concerned, and that meant very little space where she was staying. Never mind what she was going to do once she was too old to go there.

As she slipped past one crowd towards the local hole-in-the-wall game store - no way she was hitting the national chain unless the exclusives were good - she could be heard muttering something.]

Stupid tourists....

[Option 2: Internet Shenanigans!]



HAH! Another noob bites the dust!

[The local comic/gaming shop staple: Britany Ruff at one of the play tables, ratty old laptop and mouse out, grinning like a maniac as she moved one step closer to victory in her latest PvP match in one or another MMO.]

Those idiots had better get to the flag ramp before respawns. I'm not seeing a quad-kill get wasted again.

[... Especially not when she only had, probably, twenty more minutes before she had to get ready for a different sort of game.]

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[peacefulwinter]

[Winter, admittedly, was here for the sales too, but not for quite the same products - she wouldn't be caught dead in the trendy stuff, it'd draw attention. And that'd be bad. So as she casually ignores the crowd heading into Abercrombie, she notices the girl that looks... perhaps not out of place, but certainly seems a little different from what should be here. She's just close enough to hear her mutter, and with a thought, she pulls her department store bag closer to herself and tries to slide closer.]

Something... wrong?

Mr. Snuggles (Ren) | DRAMAtical Murder

[shepherdly]

[ -- Also affectionately called Snuggly-poo, mind you. If you happen to stroll by the park in the evening, you might spot a rather... colourful fluff ball rolling around in the grass, trying to remove this absolutely hideous abomination. It's not an echo monster, but it might as well be. As you stare at this little creature you might hear mumbling, but you probably will shake it off as someone else nearby talking.

Feel free to stop and help him out -- please help him out -- or laugh at him. He won't bark at you if you do so. In fact, he'll probably just tell you in a voice that is too deep for his own good to kindly go fuck yourself.

... Except not exactly that phrasing, he's actually quite polite. ]