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JULY 2019 TEST DRIVE MEME




JULY 2019 TEST DRIVE MEME









Welcome to July's Test Drive Meme! This month's Test Drive's theme is: DREAM HORROR.

All Test Drive Memes contain at least one clue to the Deerington's upcoming in-game events for the month! Keep your eyes peeled! But...not literally.

Characters may die during TDMs, but you do not need to count it towards a game-canonical death unless you want to. Consider it a freebie. All TDMs can be considered game canon as TDMs introduce minor aspects about the world of Deerington that can be revisited by characters later on in the game. You may also use TDMs for your application writing sample as well as AC.

CW: Violence, Freddie Kreuger references, fire, forced sleep with some drug-like references, stabbing, nightmares, monsters, possibility for extreme alcohol consumption, and lobster festivals
Don't forget to tag content whenever necessary. Have fun!











WHEN THE BOAT COMES IN


It’s July and July in Maine means lobster! The Lobster Festival springs up seemingly overnight down near Koji Pond. In the morning, there’s a large parade that makes its way through town, starting from the top of East Main Street and all the way down through West Main St until they hit the festival. There are tents, a few rides, games, arts and crafts, and most importantly, food pretty much everywhere behind the hotel and you can help yourself to free ice cream at the ice cream shop! Lobster ice cream and Blueberry ice cream are pushed to the forefront, but you can get just about any flavor you could possibly dream of in the long run.

You can hear live music playing and a stage has been set up on the roof of the arcade. Live bands play everything from folk music to jazz to classic rock that you may or may not have heard in your lifetime. There’s a tent where local artists (including sleepers) are selling art, a craft tent where people are selling goods they’ve made such as pottery and homemade fudge, and a Do It Yourself tent where people are teaching you how to make your own buoy decoration for your front yard or how to weave your own baskets!

A seafood cooking contest is held for anyone who may want to show off their culinary skills. Any kind of seafood dishes are allowed, but they highly encourage showing your abilities to cook with lobster! Think you can beat the longstanding champions from Deerington? It’s pretty unlikely, especially since it looks like the townspeople keep trying to sabotage your meal as you’re making it. Did you mean to put in an entire half cup of salt to your stew? Oops. Guess you better figure out how to work with it anyway.

Across Koji Pond, there are floating crates set up for the great crate race! See if you can make it across the lake fastest – challenge a friend! These lobster crates wobble pretty heavily, but each runner is given a life vest for when they might inevitably fall in. Be careful if you do! Some of those strange looking fish in there definitely bite.

Each morning at the festival there will be an all you can eat blueberry pancake breakfast. Surprisingly, nothing drastic seems to happen, so have as many pancakes as your body can hold! They’re delicious, after all. Through the rest of the day, it’s easy to get your hands on lobster rolls of varying sizes, full steamed lobster meals (with corn on the cob and a buttered dinner roll), lobster salad, steamed mussels, scallops, haddock (baked or fried), fried clams, lobster stuffed risotto balls, blueberry cobbler, and strawberry shortcake are all available at any of the food stands. All the food seems perfectly safe. But you’re gonna need something to wash it down with…

The drink stand has a great deal to offer, but every drink seems to come with a particularly strange side effect to it. People who enjoy the hand crafted beers will find that it gets them drunk twice as fast and can even make people who would normally never drink completely wasted after just a glass or two. Every glass you have makes you thirstier than the last and it can be easy to want to reach for another beer to try and get yourself together. In fact, it’s particularly hard to reach for anything else. Urges to drink the beer will last for at least one full hour or can be cut short by being responsible and going to drink some water instead.

So maybe beer isn’t your thing; that’s okay! There’s also blueberry lemonade which will turn you the color of blueberries from head to toe! Fresh iced tea will make you feel particularly sarcastic, prone to mocking even your closest friends and gossiping with complete strangers about the things you may or may not have heard about the town. Got a juicy secret you were trying to keep for someone? Well, it’s out in the open now. Cream sodas will make you extremely cuddly, wanting to cozy up next to the closest person to you for a little while. The more you drink, the more touchy-feely you may get, so maybe try and stick to just one or two unless you’re looking for some afternoon delight. Hot tea will make you feel calm and relaxed to an extent you never have before. To the point where you might even want to just go lay down on one of the docks and take a quick catnap in the middle of the afternoon sun. Hopefully you wore sunscreen.

Effects from any drink will last for one to three hours or until you have some strawberry shortcake from one of the food vendors.


BLUEBERRIES FOR SAL


So maybe the lobster festival isn’t your thing or you got tired of all the crowds and wanted to go and do something else fun. Strangely enough, some of the fields out near the farmhouses apparently have a bunch of blueberry bushes that no one’s ever noticed before! They’re in full bloom and the berries look ripe for the picking. Perfectly round, juicy, warm from the sun – you could eat a whole handful of these and maybe never feel more satisfied. They’re deliciously sweet, perfect for pies and cobblers. And a whole basket seems to be reasonably priced, so why not go out and pick as many as you can!

The longer you’re out in the fields, the more you’ll start to feel a little groggy. It’s easy to shake off as just being from the sun at first and you might think about heading back, but something in you wants to keep picking. So you trudge in deeper into the fields, and that sleepy feeling becomes more and more difficult to ignore. Eventually, you might find that you’re ready to just lay down and take a nap in the shade of a particularly large blueberry bush. It seems like a good a spot as any – the ground is nice and soft. Just curl up for a little while and close your eyes. Even people who are normally not prone to sleeping will find that they are compelled and even capable of taking a quick nap in these fields.

Any dreams you may have while sleeping will feel more vivid than normal – to the point where it’s hard to tell what’s real and what’s not. Did you actually manage to find your way out of Deerington and back home? You can pinch yourself, but you won’t wake up, and it’ll hurt like a bitch, so it’s hard to be sure. Dreams seem to mostly be pleasant ones, but the occasional nightmare might find its way in to your otherwise restful sleep. Anyone who stumbles on you asleep in the fields might even hear you talking in your sleep, rambling out conversations and feelings you might normally have kept quiet. Got feelings for someone you were trying to bury? They might just hear you mutter them out loud if they’ve found you there in the dirt. Wanted to make sure no one in Deerington found out you had no home to go back to? That sucks, it sounds like you might have just spilled the beans without even knowing.

The real question is if the person who finds you will wake you up or just keep listening to find out more of your secrets without having to pry for them.


NINE, TEN, NEVER SLEEP AGAIN



It’s not just in the blueberry fields that sleepiness seems to be catching. Throughout Deerington, people seem to be having a harder and harder time staying awake for long stretches. The desire for a quick nap or even a long snooze becomes harder to fight as each day passes and you might find yourself nodding off in places you normally wouldn’t – behind the wheel of a car, in the middle of a store, at work… Hopefully no one gets too hurt or loses a job during these strange episodes.

Only unlike in the fields, when you do give in to sleep, the dreams you have are now far from pleasant. Nightmares are running amok in your mind, but that vivid realism? That inability to tell when you’re awake or asleep? That has definitely not changed. You might not have even realized you’ve fallen asleep at all – most of the scenery around you seems to be Deerington itself, but something just seems off. You don’t have time to think about it though because it’s then that things start to get scary. Whether it’s reliving your most traumatic experiences, running in to your worst enemies, or seeing monster of your own creation popping up and chasing you, danger and fear are permeating every corner of these dreams. Horror movie fans might find they’re being chased by Freddie Kreuger, hunted down by Jason, cornered by the aliens from Alien. Or maybe there are terrifying monsters from your own world that have started to come for you and are trying to tear you limb from limb. It feels impossible to outrun, and maybe in the end, you don’t. But if you die in your dreams, you don’t really die in real life, right? So you might just snap awake with a particularly frightening jolt.

You think when you wake up that everything is fine. That sense of fear is gone and you’re able to just breathe. But as you go about your day, you start to see images from your nightmares out of the corner of your eyes. Was that Freddie’s claws scratching against the blackboard? Did you just hear the strange clicking of alien feet against the tiles? You hope it’s in your imagination, but this is Deerington. When does anything ever stay normal?

The danger from your nightmares is definitely invading your personal space and it will try to kill you. Anyone else can see these images just as plain as day as you can and they are welcome to either sit and watch or help you fight. Whatever is trying to kill you will go down in the same manner it would have back home – that means that it could be as easy as a bullet between the eyes or it could be as complex as an intense ritual. Guess you’ll have to figure it out for yourself before it really does kill you.



Character Arrival

You can read how all characters arrive in Deerington here.

There is not a collective "all these characters showed up at the exact same moment" occurrence in Deerington. Since characters fall asleep, die, or pass out at various times throughout all their worlds, it wouldn't make too much sense if they arrived in game all at the exact same time. There should be some discrepancy between character arrival, whether by a couple minutes, hours, or even days up to a week.

The players are entirely in control of how/when they want to play their characters arriving in Deerington. For TDMs, you can play it like your character has just arrived and that can be maintained as your game canon, or you can wait until game events for that moment. Or you don't need to acknowledge it at all. The flexibility for character allows a bit more of an organic feel to the character arrival situation, so please play it to whatever feels right for you.

If you are interested in having an "arrival" introduction for one of your TDM prompts, you are more than welcome to explore that option.
vajratna: (We are truth-speakers)

[personal profile] vajratna 2019-07-01 04:25 am (UTC)(link)
But . . . you're the one doing dad jokes.
shiro2hero: (the fuck is my life even)

[personal profile] shiro2hero 2019-07-01 04:26 am (UTC)(link)
I just think they're funny.
vajratna: (Of wind I sang)

[personal profile] vajratna 2019-07-01 04:27 am (UTC)(link)
Sounds like a dad complex to me.
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Victoria Chase • Life is Strange

[personal profile] finearts 2019-07-01 04:33 am (UTC)(link)
I. WHEN THE BOAT COMES IN


( It’s nice, familiar. It reminds her of the rocky shores of the town she called home, her younger years in particular.


She peruses festival as a whole but she examines the artists more with more intent, perhaps even a little scrutiny. She knows she could do better than some of the artists here, and that knowledge keeps her warm for long enough - up until she encounters artists, local photographers in particular, beyond her skill level.

Between her judgements, she samples only the high-end looking foods — all lobster, no mussels — and is quick to find a drink to follow it down. The effects of the iced-tea aren’t too far off from her usual demeanor and she hardly notices in difference in herself when the strong urge to be biting comes on.

Whether they truly are looking at her or not, she’s quick to snap: )




A picture would last longer. ( Said with a particularly pointed eye-roll. ) Speaking of pictures, can you believe some of the garbage the people in this town try to pass off as art? As if I’d pay for something so ugly.


II. BLUEBERRIES

( Victoria didn’t particularly need to get away from anything, but she could only stand to be surrounded by seafood for so long. Once far enough away, she gives herself a sniff to be sure she isn’t carrying the fish with her. 



The blueberry fields were the perfect change of scenery. A whole aesthetic, as it were. The authentic outdoorsy vibe would look so good on her Instagram feed! But that wasn’t really a priority right now. Not when, after only a few moments of walking through, she began to feel so incredibly sleepy...

She was conscientious enough to at least clear herself a small patch on the ground before making herself comfortable, because there was no way she was going home with fish stink and blueberry stains on her favorite sweater. 



Anyone who happens across her would be privy to soft murmurs and gentle tossing and turning. )


Not your fault… not anyone’s fault… 'cept those damn hipsters...


III. NEVER SLEEP AGAIN


( Her dreams are of faces. Of course it’s his face — someone so trusted — but her dreams are nightmares wrapped up in blankets wrapped up in other dreams. End of the world prophecies, hurricanes, monsters in human faces. Monsters in human faces. It’s all the same — whether she’s asleep or awake, it’s all camera lenses, and paranoia, and waiting for the inevitable. 



Lately, she’s been holing herself up inside her ‘favorite’ diner. Favorite because they stay open late and they never stop serving coffee. Hands wrapped around a coffee mug, fingers jitterbugging against the porcine, back pressed against the stiff padding of the booth, eyes on sleepless alert and flinching with the possibilities.

After fighting for long enough, she slowly, slowly falls asleep in the booth. Any attempts at trying to rouse her will be met with a scream and maybe a lukewarm mug of coffee tossed in their direction. )
the_cleric: (09)

[personal profile] the_cleric 2019-07-01 04:39 am (UTC)(link)
[Where she is, really--the reality of where she woke up the first time, not in the bubble, not in an inn, sharing a room with Beau snoring a bed away--the reality has just started filtering back, like another dream.

When Yasha says Lorenzo, it plucks at something in Jester and pulls her back again, like someone's tugging on the hem of her skirt. A chill goes through her, one that she can't drive away by pulling her cloak close around her, or wrapping herself in a blanket. It was a bad dream, but real, and all the time. Now it is only a bad dream, and Lorenzo--]


He can't be here. Not unless--

[There are things that people can do, probably, to bring back the dead. But you would have to love someone to do that for them. She takes hold of Yasha's hand but does not try to get up. Not yet. Instead she looks closely at Yasha's face, trying to understand.]

He can't be here, Yasha. I think it's this place, maybe. When I woke up, I was so confused, because I was all alone. But now we have found each other, so everything is going to be okay. And Lorenzo-- That was a long time ago, now, and we are together, so-- so everything is going to be okay, really.
the_cleric: (13)

[personal profile] the_cleric 2019-07-01 04:41 am (UTC)(link)
[Jester snorts.]

Um, yeah, it's going to be dangerous! And really really cool, too, probably! What is cooler than dangerous?
the_cleric: (15)

[personal profile] the_cleric 2019-07-01 04:46 am (UTC)(link)
[Jester hauls. It might be a little disorienting, because she is really, really strong, but also she knows how to use it, so it's not like fall-off-your-feet strong or anything.]

If you want, you can borrow my book. It's called Tusk Love and, oh, my gosh, it is so--

[No, wait. She gasps and puts her hands over her mouth, to contain her excitement. But really, she is so excited. Even her eyes are shimmering with excitement.]

Oh my gosh. No way. First of all? That is so cool that they are going to teach us how to do art better. Like I am really good, but I don't mind someone helping me sometimes. Second: are you an artist, too?
the_cleric: (12)

[personal profile] the_cleric 2019-07-01 05:03 am (UTC)(link)
[Jester, slumbering away with her legs out straight and her arms thrown over her head (squashing more ground blueberries), doesn't react to the obstruction.

Well. For about two seconds.]


HXORKXL.

[That's the sound of sudden surprised sleeping plugged nose. More urgent the second time:]

HXORKXXX--

[And then Jester is awake, and flailing, blindly, as she comes to abrupt consciousness. She sort of half sits up as she slaps at her own nose, trying on instinct to clear the blockage.]

Get-- out of there-- eclairs-- you-- ugh, wahh, what the--

[Busy with her face, the tearful reunion is still delayed. Give it a second. She's checking for tiny pastries.]
orphanmaker: (001.)

[personal profile] orphanmaker 2019-07-01 05:28 am (UTC)(link)
Molly's here.

( That had to be proof enough, right? If Molly was here, that meant anyone could turn up here. And if Lorenzo was here, then that meant Mollymauk wasn't safe. )

I've been here a couple of months. Caduceus got here, and then Molly.

( So everything isn't going to be okay. Everything is fucked, and Yasha's feeling that urge to just run, grab Jester and Molly and Caduceus and run and keep running, however far it took to keep them all away from Lorenzo.

Nearby, she hears the drag of a blade along the ground and a quiet, cruel rumble of laughter— but again when she looks, there's nothing there. Fuck this: she's starting to straight up haul Jester off the ground. )
Come on.
shiro2hero: (how to look leader like step 1)

[personal profile] shiro2hero 2019-07-01 05:42 am (UTC)(link)
No.

No it does not.
vajratna: (Pay heed to the tales of old wives)

[personal profile] vajratna 2019-07-01 05:45 am (UTC)(link)
If you say so.

But FYI, most people don't lead in with dad jokes.
shiro2hero: (wait no i think that's a killers song)

[personal profile] shiro2hero 2019-07-01 06:04 am (UTC)(link)
[He'll give Hawkeye some space, of course. That's just what you do. He ends up sitting on his heels a few paces away. Because, well, experience has said people can still pitch forward when they're seated, and when they're tanked. Common sense, in his opinion.]

[It's what comes next, he thinks, that's important. I'm from here, the other man is saying. Someone from Maine. The actual place. That could be important, really important, if they want to start figuring this place out a little more. But for now, he nods.]


I was here for the winter. [And the horrors it brought with it.] Wasn't my favorite season, but hey. Snowball fights were pretty great. [That gets a real smile out of him, the kind that goes all the way to his eyes.]

Hopefully... there'll be enough downtime for it to seem like your Maine. For a while.
shiro2hero: (my migraines are named Lance too)

[personal profile] shiro2hero 2019-07-01 06:05 am (UTC)(link)
[SIGH]

My old commander was good at them. I picked up most of them from him.
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[personal profile] swill 2019-07-01 06:28 am (UTC)(link)
[Honestly?] I don't think winter's going to be my favorite, either. [Which is about what he had figured two years ago, anyway. There's only so much abuse a body can take before it starts signaling at the mind to run away from it all, and the force of nature that is nature doesn't really facilitate that shit. Two years ago he'd also hoped to spend the next winter under heavy wool blankets and three-hundred-sixty-four days ago he'd thought he'd given up that dream for good. Now it was just baiting him. Snowball fights are pretty great and he's jealous for two seconds, three.] Shiro.

[Just three seconds, all together. Being jealous means being aware and that's firmly in the Do Not Want camp, and Hawkeye knows he butchered the guy's name despite it being two syllables long but he swears it ain't on purpose because he's not that kind of guy. Honest. Anyway.] Now don't take this too personally but I think you need t'lay off the sauce. Benches are for sitting. I don't bite and what I've got isn't contagious, no matter what the newspapers say. I promise and I swear on my honor and all that.

[He doesn't want to just be... looked at, y'know? Even if it's with worry especially if it's with worry and oh yeah just one more thing:] But please don't say the word "downtime" again, it's a lot like asking "what can go wrong" and I don't wanna know. I really don't. I'm just here to sleep for six months-- get home-- no, I'm just here to get home and then sleep for six months. Straight. You'll have to excuse my jumbling... mumbling around. [??] I've been drinking.
shiro2hero: (alone in my sulk corner)

[personal profile] shiro2hero 2019-07-01 06:52 am (UTC)(link)
Yeah... at least it's a ways off.

[Trying to look on the bright side. Trying to be a bit more hopeful. Why not? Doing the opposite won't actually help, and there will likely be time to fill the new guy in on the local problems when he's less than three sheets to the wind. Or four -- is that the saying? Not important, back to the drunk new arrival.] Yep, that's me. More or less.

[He's heard his name said worse ways, after all. Like that time Iverson insisted on calling him "Takeshi." Besides, drunk pronunciations don't count.]

[Though Shiro's got to laugh a bit at the admonishment to sit. He nods, straightening up to sit on the bench with him.]
Benches for sitting, who knew? [Somehow, this conversation feels like one of the more lighthearted ones he's had since he got here.] You get put in the paper a lot, where you're from?

[He holds his hands up in the classic apologetic gesture.] Fair enough. I've been here long enough to know better by now, you'd think. We can save the "what can go wrong" for down the road, if you want it.

[But it's probably better to break it to him, eventually. No matter what happens, this guy's going to get faced with the reality of Deerington. Shiro pushes a hand through his hair.]

Drinking, huh. You don't say.
vajratna: (Leave everything but my bones behind)

[personal profile] vajratna 2019-07-01 07:02 am (UTC)(link)
So you're like. Old at heart.
stuffoflegends: (Worthy)

Natasha Romanova | Marvel Comics | Earth-23223

[personal profile] stuffoflegends 2019-07-01 07:37 am (UTC)(link)
I. Arrival

[Natasha is still wearing the armor when she wakes up from strange dreams of deer and- dreams. The hammer isn't in her hand, but it's close. And that's how she finds the basket, sitting quaintly on the kitchen table. There are no guns, but there is a hammer that she'd felt in her palm, and it's still easy, the way that it feels warm against her palm.

She steps outside, her eyes glowing a faint blue, and she lets it take the power with it. It falls, with that sound of something not-quite normal, not-quite right, hits the ground. Too heavy, and too light, and she stands there in a black catsuit. She stumbles a step, takes a moment to catch her breath, but she doesn't die.

Natasha remembers what that was like, but whether it was the power, or this place-- she holds out a hand, and the hammer flies to her fingers, something she'd never wanted until there had been no choice. So she rolls her shoulders, her ID pocketed as she nibbles at the pieces of chocolate. Time to see what this place holds.]



II. When The Boat Comes In

[Natasha's still getting her bearings. She feels weaker without the armor, but it's less conspicuous in public, she thinks. The hammer hangs at her hip, off the discs of her belt, and she explores the festival, getting a feel for the place. She's rather circumspect with the food, but there's a certain nostalgia to blueberry pancakes.

So she ends up trying the drinks. A beer, a cream soda or two. She gets tipsy faster than makes any sort of sense, but thankfully she's capable of ignoring the urge for more. But she might end up needing a hand to keep her balance when her feet don't quite line up properly. Although if you help her out, she might not quite want to let go.]



III. Nine, Ten, Never Sleep Again

[The nightmares are less than pleasant. Unfortunately, when she tries to ignore the mirage she ends up flat on her back, gasping as her ribs ache and her lungs burn. So. Not just an illusion then.

Fine. She knows how to handle frost giants.

It's easy enough to call Mjolnir to her fingers, to let the thunder roll from the clouds above as her eyes glow bright with lightning as it crackles over the armor that shines against the dark night.

But, she wouldn't say no to some assistance, either.]



IV. Wildcard

[Hit me up with whatever! Nat died before she did the whole Goddess-of-Thunder thing, so I'm running with it making her physically weaker with she's not using the hammer. Most of the Avengers of her world are dead, so expect feelings. [plurk.com profile] natalia_vdova hit me up if you want to plot, or something specific.]
bigbadrose: (TARDIS trio)

[personal profile] bigbadrose 2019-07-01 09:00 am (UTC)(link)
Nope! Captain Jack Harkness! Taught me everythin' I didn't know instinctively 'bout travelin'. [Time travel anyway. Ironically, given the Doctor was long before and after Jack.] American flyboy. [Not really. He came from a 51st century colony in the stars, but since he was also ex-CIA, she figured it was good enough. Ex-assassin, ex-time agent, ex-conman. Jack was one of a kind.] Jack of many trades.

[A quiet hum. Now to test the limits of Hawkeye's either charitable nature or at least how accepting of future mores he was.] No worries, he's got a Welsh boyfriend now. Ianto Jones. They both work in Torchwood, like me, [She's vaguely certain they don't have any publicly known branches in the States or Canada in the 50s... If it's even in his universe!] But even though Da's the head of it, I haven't gotten any of my messages through to Jack yet, I think. Well, he wouldn't know as well what to look for either, probably.

[A shrug and she dismisses it with a beam.] The Doctor, won't let me call him anything else. And I've tried! No nicknames, things from books, and he won't let me shorten it to 'Doc', like Bugs Rabbit! He's around here somewhere. Bit like you, but without a home, total roamer.

We both met Jack in London when I was hanging upside down from a barrage balloon. I should warn you, they both say I'm a bit of a jeopardy magnet, and they're completely right. I love trouble. Comes from breaking the rules, and trying to help before I even know what's going on properly.

How about you, Rascal? Bloke like you must have a dozen girls, yeah? Although... it's hard on the go, yeah? [Her eyes gain a subtle edge, because that is very much speaking from her own experience.]
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bigbadrose: (laugh until you cry)

[personal profile] bigbadrose 2019-07-01 09:08 am (UTC)(link)
[Burts out laughing like when she and the Doctor landed in hell and briefly talked about going back given how reluctant the TARDIS was to land there...]

You know what? I can't argue that at all!! All right, I'm game! Let's win this thing!!
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I (also im a sucker for mean girls meeting up)

[personal profile] lacivious 2019-07-01 09:33 am (UTC)(link)
[Lobster ice cream. Maggie refuses to believe it is real. She decides to do her taste buds a favor and not actually try it. Maybe she could make someone else taste it first to make sure it wasn't some kind of trick to make her sick. This place isn't to be trusted. It can be unbelievably petty at times and Maggie is extra careful to not let it ruin her lucky month of July.

She is perusing the options of other lobster related things to try, sipping on her own iced tea. Though, she finds her attention put to some other girl who quickly accuses her of looking at her. Maggie lets out a small 'Ha!' at that. Hilarious.]  


As if anything in this town is worth paying for. The clothes here? Super cheap looking, very ugly. Like your blouse but only slightly below that.

[Oops. Did she say that out loud? She's definitely not sorry. She takes another sip of her iced tea.] 

The art definitely isn't worth it. At least the food is somewhat tasty. But you should really be wary of it. It totally messes with your mind and body and stuff. It sucks! You really can't trust anything. I'd keep one eye open if I were you. 


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i love maggie!! im all here for this mean squad

[personal profile] finearts 2019-07-01 12:42 pm (UTC)(link)
( Did she just..? Did this plant-kid really just..? )

What are you, twelve? Eleven? Why don't you run along and find yourself a nice coloring book. Your knock-off Tamagotchi is probably dying as we speak.

( There's no way Victoria is going to keep talking to a brat like— )

What, you mean it's drugged or something? ( Doesn't count. This conversation is completely off the record: the information is too important to be lost to her attitude. ) Everything here has been messing with my mind; this entire town is one big mindfuck. ( And since she can't resist: ) Whoops, I guess I really should watch my language around a kid like you. I'll be more careful next time.
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[personal profile] shoutymutant 2019-07-01 01:09 pm (UTC)(link)
[Between the closeness and the voice that's being a lot more Strider-y than the one in his dream, it manages to break through the spell of the bushes just enough, and he gets dredged out of comfortable sleep. As his eyes open, he's angry at first, but mostly bereft. He wanted that impossible fucking thing.

Then he sees Dave right above him and flinches.]


What the fuck!

[Embarrassment wins. He slams his hands over his face and hopes that this shitty magic place murders him with fruit trees or whatever, before he starts to get angry. There we go, he can work with that.]

Mind your own business!
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Nightmares!

[personal profile] finearts 2019-07-01 01:26 pm (UTC)(link)
( Just like everyone else, Victoria's dealing with her own nightmares in her own way. She'd hoped getting some air and going for a walk would help to ease the haunting images imprinted on just about everything around her. Of course, she couldn't be so lucky. Even so, she slows down her speedwalk when she hears Karkat's mumbling. )

Hard pass. ( As if that 'fuck me' was actually some sort of invitation.

But he looks terrified, trembling on the bench... Could this gremlin actually be seeing what she's seeing? No, that's impossible, even in a backwards town like this. )


What's your problem, weirdo?
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endless pancakes!

[personal profile] finearts 2019-07-01 01:43 pm (UTC)(link)
( Victoria would never admit to enjoying something as filling as pancakes. They're high in carbs, syrup is nothing but sugar, and they're so messy and undignified, eating them in public may as well be social suicide. Besides, everyone knows cool kids eat crêpes.

But crêpes weren't an option right now — believe her, she tried (and these people acted as if they'd never heard of such a thing)! — and now she's sitting in front of a plate of her most secret of guilty pleasures.

God, all of the moaning and groaning beside her only further reminded her of what unrefined company she was in among the pancakes lovers of the world. How is she supposed to enjoy her dainty little bites like this? When a fork comes flying at her plate, she whaps it away. )


Hands off, Godzilla. Ever hear of chewing with your mouth closed? ( She might always be these rude, but she might be especially snippy since her pancakes were in danger. )
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Re: Nightmares!

[personal profile] shoutymutant 2019-07-01 01:52 pm (UTC)(link)
[Karkat's gaze flies up immediately, and he scowls without hesitation. Then again, here's someone to do a reality check to settle his mind. If he looks crazy in front of a stranger, he can live with that. So he plays it sarcastic. Maybe it's a joke, haha, isn't seeping horror funny.]

Oh, the usual shit. Being stalked by a monster. It never fucking ends.

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