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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.
shoutymutant: cachaemicgement @ tumblr (listening)

[personal profile] shoutymutant 2019-07-06 08:49 pm (UTC)(link)
I kind of suck at being a leader. But my species needed rebuilding. They deserve a better planet than I had.
shoutymutant: cachaemicgement @ tumblr (listening)

[personal profile] shoutymutant 2019-07-06 08:50 pm (UTC)(link)
I lost friends too. It's shit.

[It makes him sick to think of some of them, how they were innocent, cut down by sick fuckers: Jack, Eridan, Gamzee, any number of the shitty people throughout paradox space.]

I try not to think about it.
laminae: (:U)

[personal profile] laminae 2019-07-06 09:14 pm (UTC)(link)
'Course I am. No point in getting hung up on the shape when anything around here could be a monster.
bigbadrose: (chewing bottom lip)

[personal profile] bigbadrose 2019-07-06 09:42 pm (UTC)(link)
[Chews her bottom lip.] That's what they do right? Roofies? I dunno. Never had one. For all Jimmy's faults, and believe me, he had millions, that wasn't one o' them.

But okay... what kinda drugs you think? And on a scale o' 1 to 10, how concerned should I be? 1 bein' another typical Tuesday for me, 10 bein' go home and rest and actually call it quits for now. [Spoilers: even inside hell, she'd never reached a 10.]
00nothing: (Fɪʟʟ ᴍᴇ ᴜᴘ)

[personal profile] 00nothing 2019-07-06 09:55 pm (UTC)(link)
[ this honestly isn't a subject of expertise for alex. and it shows in his hesitation before he answers rose. aside from the standard recreational drugs that he'd witnessed classmates taking and drugs he himself has been dosed with against his will, his knowledge is practically nonexistent.

still, it's enough for him to give her something, he figures. ]
If this is the full extent of its effects, I'd honestly rate it at a rather tame 4. [ he reassures her lightly. ]

You're coherent, capable of speech and movement under your own willpower, and even cognizant of the fact that this isn't typical behavior for yourself. I would definitely recommend laying off any more of the sodas and keeping an eye out for any rapid decline of fine motor control, but on the whole this doesn't seem like anything to rush home in a panic over.
bigbadrose: (well look at it)

[personal profile] bigbadrose 2019-07-06 10:00 pm (UTC)(link)
[Nod nod!] And to think I was gonna ask Dad about addin' a line o' cream sodas to Vitex... [Pout!! But she probably wouldn't ever see her father again, so it wasn't really a big deal.]

Just do me one little favor, yeah?
Edited (icon) 2019-07-06 22:00 (UTC)
zwhack: (𝟬𝟮𝟳)

[personal profile] zwhack 2019-07-06 10:00 pm (UTC)(link)
[ she’s undergone enough close calls and escapes from danger to go about any means to get out of a situation, and despite 10k’s superior height, she’s had to drag her pseudo-brother’s ass around a few times too to safety, so she feels like she has a handle on it when she needs to provide that boost even if she grunts a little with aiding to lift the weight, all while trying to keep her legs out of reach from a few persistent zombie hands. ]

Guess they don’t expect a lot of folks scrambling up dumpsters.

[ not that she was anticipating this as part of her day either, but she should know better by now that these sorts of attacks always land her in unexpected places.

once he successfully climbs into the open space, she does a quick turn to strike out at a few more z’s, a few piercing head shots with the tip of the bat in order to allow herself a little more room to stand without their gross fingers rolling against her boots. ]


Yes, please. [ when he reaches back out, she takes hold of his hand in a firm grip as she gives a fair jump, boot bracing against the wall to try and add in a little more height. ]
zwhack: (𝟬𝟮𝟮)

[personal profile] zwhack 2019-07-06 10:01 pm (UTC)(link)
[ well, she sure is all kinds of sunshine, isn’t she? not that addy can blame her considering the attempted accidental pancake robbery, but yeesh. ]

Believe it or not, I’m probably one of the more decent folks you’ll find around where I’m from. We’re kind of ... running short on basic forms of human decency these days. Zombie apocalypse and all — tends to sour up normal behavior.

[ she gives a shrug of a shoulder, before nodding to her plate. ] That was actually by accident, though, I promise.
zwhack: (𝟬𝟮𝟴)

[personal profile] zwhack 2019-07-06 10:02 pm (UTC)(link)
It ... definitely wasn’t cake. [ she tries to keep a light tone as best as she can, considering that no, it hadn’t been easy, and she’s undergone plenty of trials and lost friends along the way to get her to where she is now. living as she does, she usually can’t afford to spend too much time thinking about it. ]

But yeah, there’s a group of us, though I — got separated from them pretty recently. Even before getting brought over to this place. Did find one of them here though.

[ seeing 10k does make her feel a little better about this whole thing, even if she still doesn’t like it. at least she isn’t alone. ]

Worse than before? What, you had your own little apocalypse?
00nothing: (ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴍᴏʀɴɪɴɢ)

[personal profile] 00nothing 2019-07-06 10:07 pm (UTC)(link)
[ a pause. he can't help it, but alex is giving rose a faintly suspicious look now. more wary than accusatory, but there nonetheless. ]

... what is it?
bigbadrose: (if you really want to)

[personal profile] bigbadrose 2019-07-06 10:19 pm (UTC)(link)
Don't go?

I'm not sure I can trust myself around anyone else. Even if my best friend were here, that might actually be worse, all things considered, yeah?
00nothing: (ᴏғ ᴀ ᴛɪʀᴇᴅ ʜᴇᴀʀᴛ)

[personal profile] 00nothing 2019-07-06 10:28 pm (UTC)(link)
[ another heavy sigh. though his body does seem to drop into a more relaxed posture with the exhalation. as if he'd been poised for something worse. ]

I don't think I'd be able to live with myself if I just left you to your own devices like this, tame 4 or not. [ alex rolls his eyes a little at this, exasperation at his own troublesome good samaritan habits. it's the first distinctly teenage boy thing he's done thus far. ]

What do you mean by 'all things considered'? I would have thought someone you knew would have been preferable to a complete stranger.
bigbadrose: (yeaaaaaaaaaaaaah noooo...)

[personal profile] bigbadrose 2019-07-06 10:45 pm (UTC)(link)
Appreciate it.

[A giggle, and she shakes her head.] Mm-mn. If I don't wander off from him, he'll know something's wrong with me, and I don't think I can safely glue myself to his side like this without riskin' doin' or sayin' something that'll just tip the scales and I'm not ready.

[She rubbed her face with her knuckles.] I dun even know how much he 'members yet, yeah? And it's not the kind of thing where it's just "Soylent Green is people," or whatevah, it's kind of like, "Hey if I say anything other than my codename you might catch on and accidentally cause a paradox." Because that's how it is with us.
howlett: (nature boy)

Logan | Earth 616

[personal profile] howlett 2019-07-06 10:58 pm (UTC)(link)
Arrival
[cw: violence, gore]

[First it was the smell of molten metal. Then it was burning flesh. Then it was pine. Eastern white pine. The bright terpenes of that soft needled tree and the earthy dank of juniper haircap beneath him was such a peaceful reprieve from smelting smoke and his own searing skin. Despite the ground under his back and the voices he didn’t recognize Logan filled his lungs with the damp air and felt at peace for a moment. Dizzy. Confused. But blessedly unencumbered by the weight of so much adamantium.

It didn’t feel right, of course. He knew that. The disembodied voices amongst the trees. The impossible height of the pines. Everything left him uneasy and out of reach. Like the uncomfortable dreaming sensation of reaching for something you can’t quite brush with your fingertips. It wasn’t right. But it was quiet. It was less painful than where he’d been.

But then he blinked. And now he’s here. Wherever here is.

You never get used to waking up in strange places exactly, but you learn when not to panic. There was no pain now. No Reavers. No chaos. Just the calm of a comfortable bed that smelled like… nothing actually. Like no other person had touched it before him. Not even a trace of laundry soap. Olfactory white noise.

Maybe this was it. Maybe this time had finally been his time.
He’d never expected heaven anyway.]


Nine, Ten, Never Sleep Again
[cw: language, violence, gore]


[The hisses and pops of a weathered record turning under the needle finally drew him out of that bed he’d turned up in. Someone was here. Someone who thought the foreboding warble of Billie Holiday’s Gloomy Sunday was a pleasant way to make a first impression.

Padding barefoot through the house though, there was no one. No record player either. Just a basket of things. His things. Things that overwhelmed him with a sense of deja vu. He’d already been here, he thought. He’d stepped carefully down that hall, trying not to let the hardwood creak underfoot. He’d sniffed his cigars. He’d examined that damned creepy ID with the photo of him sleeping. He’d helped himself to a handful of berries when his stomach grumbled. He just couldn’t tell how many times now. Once? A hundred?

He splashed water on his face over the kitchen sink and blinked through the moisture in his eyes until the sight of the backyard came into focus. A pair of dingy doors on the lawn, the passage to a storm cellar, so slathered in keep out, beware of dog signs, red paint, and chain it was inconceivable that he’d overlooked them before. How could he have walked all these steps already since waking up in that bed, but not caught sight of those doors?

With the grass under his feet he stood over the cellar. It reeked of livestock. Mold. Rot. Old meat. The lock was rusting, but the chains— still galvanized. And something snuffled behind the doors. Dragging its restraints on the stone floor inside. Who, or what deserved a cage like this?]


“What are you…” [He sighed and hunkered by those doors.] "The last guy to wake up in this house? Maybe they got a place like this for me too…” [He pulled a tuft of grass and looked out across the back lot as far as it went until it hit the treeline. And that’s when it grabbed him. A sinewy human arm, flayed and filthy but disconcertingly strong pushed through the eroded edges at the bottom of those old doors. Splintering away more of the rotted wood and grasping him at the ankle. ]

“The fuck! Human!? It’s human?” [He teetered back, kicking its grip off him until it retreated into the cellar like a worm into the ground. Finding his feet again Logan lunged at the door that fell back into place. Wearing his fingertips bloody with a tenuous grasp on pulling them back. Just a little. Just enough to see what the thing down there was.

Until the arm reached back. Flailing blindly at the anything on the sunny side of the cellars doors. Carving flesh from Logan’s leg with three gnarled claws of bone. He drew a sharp breath and felt the mattress under his back again.

Barely clinging to his bearings Logan whipped the linens off to examine his leg. Hurrying downstairs that song was still fucking playing. It should have run out of verses by now. Or maybe he’d just been hearing it through the fog of a dream. The shit from that basket was right where he’d left it. The berries still eaten. The backyard. Quiet. The cellar doors wide open. No chains. No lock. No trail. He must have dreamed it. But that was cold consolation.

At the edge of the yard he turned towards that town a couple of miles down wind. He wasn’t eager to meet the neighbours, but unless someone came home there weren’t any more answers in the confines of this house.]


Wildcard
[ota]

[Exploring the town? Meeting the neighbours? DM me for a personalized starter.]
Edited 2019-07-07 00:35 (UTC)
laminae: (errr)

i.

[personal profile] laminae 2019-07-06 11:31 pm (UTC)(link)
Alright, being a plant and all, Fern can't exactly partake in a pancake breakfast like a normal person. That sucks, but while he can't eat or drink he can still smell (somehow), so that combined with his memories of enjoying food means that he can at least take in the smells. That's normal, right? Not weird?

Maybe a little weird, especially since he's acquired a cup of coffee to hold as he wanders. He's sniffing it when he hears what sounds like total sacrilege. Stopping, he glances over and sees... wow, that guy is very red. Not that he has any right to say anything.

"They don't have syrup at a pancake breakfast? That's messed up."
redrighthanded: (pamcakes; omnom)

[personal profile] redrighthanded 2019-07-06 11:59 pm (UTC)(link)
Hellboy looks over at the voice, pinning him with a narrow squint. Then his whole craggy rock-slide of a face clears. He points at the little green kid with a single stone finger.

"See? Right? This is what I'm talkin' about. You can't have unlimited pancakes without syrup, it's.. it's just wrong." Hellboy thumps his right fist onto the tabletop beside his plate to emphasise his point, making the entire thing jump and rattle.
laminae: (home)

[personal profile] laminae 2019-07-07 12:13 am (UTC)(link)
That thumping draws Fern's gaze and wow, okay, forget the red. That is one big... stone arm? What even. A regular person might think it's weird, but Fern immediately thinks cool.

He makes a beeline over, grinning a little. "Maybe it's a human thing? Maybe humans don't eat pancakes with syrup." He wouldn't know, he didn't grow up with humans and he hasn't been in a restaurant here.

At any rate, the syrup is clearly not the important thing here. He gestures at the red guy's stone arm, adding, "Neat arm."
redrighthanded: (Default)

[personal profile] redrighthanded 2019-07-07 12:21 am (UTC)(link)
Hellboy eyes the green kid -- who, close up, appears to be mostly made out of vegetation, but who is Hellboy to judge after all -- then lets his hand open, palm up, on the table to allow for closer inspection. The ridges and whorls of ancient and terrible designs etched into the stone aren't especially visible, but it doesn't bother him much either way. The kid doesn't look like the kind to try any mischief.

"Thanks," he replies. "I think."

He picks up his fork with his left hand and gestures with it at Fern.

"So you're.. lemme guess, some kind of homunculus? Am I close?"
laminae: (skrtch)

[personal profile] laminae 2019-07-07 12:37 am (UTC)(link)
Fern takes that as a sign to grab a chair, drag it over, and sit. Since he isn't doing much aside from wandering he might as well, maybe he can find out what's with the arm, if it's a cool weapon or something.

"Nah," he replies, though after a split second he furrows his brow. "Wait - am I?"

He considers this a moment, then shrugs. "I dunno, I used to be two swords. A cursed one and a human that got turned into one. I don't think that counts."
redrighthanded: (tentacles; day job)

[personal profile] redrighthanded 2019-07-07 12:45 am (UTC)(link)
Hellboy raises his eyebrows -- or the general area where his eyebrows would be, if his face wasn't interrupted in that region by two filed-down stumps of horns. He hacks off a chunk from his flapjacks with the edge of his fork, spears it and sticks it in his mouth. Chewing thoughtfully, he eyes Fern.

As far as origin stories go, it's far from the strangest he's heard. Objects being turned into people isn't particularly difficult. The issue in his experience is usually convincing them to turn back.

"I think that's a different ball game, kid. It's ok, homunculi can be pretty difficult to get on with. Tend to be kinda cranky."

He waves his fork around, broadly indicating their surroundings.

"So what's the deal with this place?"

laminae: (unsure)

[personal profile] laminae 2019-07-07 12:56 am (UTC)(link)
Having never personally met a homunculus before, he's fine with deferring to this guy's knowledge on the subject and just nods. Right, okay, mentally striking homunculus off the list of possible things he is.

He focuses on the question, deciding to be straightforward about it. No point in beating around the bush. "It's a shared dream across a bunch of multiverses," he explains. "That's all I know. Something's probably eating our life energy while we're all asleep, or something."
onerthes: (Default)

[personal profile] onerthes 2019-07-07 12:59 am (UTC)(link)
Sometimes, I suspect we don't find the job. It finds us, whether we like it or not. It can't be easy to prepare yourself for everything life will make you do. So, you were finding them another planet?

What was wrong with yours?
redrighthanded: (tentacles; getting real tired of this)

[personal profile] redrighthanded 2019-07-07 01:03 am (UTC)(link)
Hellboy looks at Fern, then out at their surroundings. The slightly glassy-eyed people with the pastel hair, the occasional walking horror show and slightly more normal seeming person elbowing through their midst. Even the sound of the place seems.. on edge.

And then there's the fact that the last thing he can remember before he woke up on his back surrounded by softly breathing pines was Nimue and her cold hand reaching into his chest, plucking out his heart --

He returns his attention to his pancakes.

"Figures. At least this one has food."

He glances back at Fern and wriggles the fingers of his stone hand.

"You done with this, kid?"
timeriffs: (Stoic - Thumb's Up)

[personal profile] timeriffs 2019-07-07 01:11 am (UTC)(link)
Shockingly, I'm asked that a lot. [He feels like his liquid is finished because the smell of burning has been happening for the past 30 seconds and that's the sign of some good ass food there. He pops off the burner.] And the answer is always no. Except high off my own excellent fumes, if that counts. Children always gathering 'round me like I'm some sorta rubber cement jar cracked open for their enjoyment. Gotta put a warning label on me, keep me locked up in the arts and crafts cupboard.

[Beat.]

But, yeah, no, I'm not.
laminae: (big questions)

[personal profile] laminae 2019-07-07 01:16 am (UTC)(link)
The reality of the situation sucks hard but hey, at least this is one more person who doesn't look surprised or confused about it. That has to be a good sign!

Since there aren't anymore questions about that, Fern shakes his head. "No." Look, he isn't the politest kid, and he's curious. He leans in a little, his eyes flicking back down to the arm. "Is that a gauntlet? Or is it actually your hand? What happens if you punch someone with it?"

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