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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.
bigbadrose: (finger bite)

don't be, she's enjoying it XD

[personal profile] bigbadrose 2019-06-25 11:52 pm (UTC)(link)
[There's an immediate grin, she can't help it! she thought she'd never see him again! And it was like she never even left!]

[It's all she can do not to hug him, especially as he classically worried nothing about himself, and about her instead.]

[And then all the giggles.]
Right? [She must have muttered about lord pretentiousness a billion times. And the idea that there was an entire species more egotistical than the Doctor was kind of breathtaking in its absurdity. Sod it, she doesn't care anymore. Rose already confessed she loved him, so she just outright leans on his shoulders and head in an over the neck hug from behind, so he doesn't have to get up. He might fall over if he tried!]

Okay, so we're probably... not in anywhere normal. Must be a dimensional thing? I've been trying to... [But out of time and his universe, he might just be from before Pete's Universe and the rest!!!]

[She lets go of the hug and sucks on a fingertip in thought.]

[And makes a giant face scrunch.]
Do something with the rift. Top secret. If you know, you know. [Finger over her lips.] But that's how I got here. How did you?

[The TARDIS doesn't travel well out of the vortex and his universe, but she figures they're being sort of in disguise or at the very least, definitely not announcing his species and weaknesses where he's removed from time etc.]
vajratna: (All's well that ends better)

[personal profile] vajratna 2019-06-25 11:53 pm (UTC)(link)
[ aru grins, bemused. not sure if it works, but A+ for effort. ]

Well, when you put it that way, I guess I rate pretty low.
revenante: (005)

[personal profile] revenante 2019-06-25 11:59 pm (UTC)(link)
[ She just... looks at him. Forced him? They forced him. No. Is she too late? Has Hap found others? Has he been using the movements for some other twisted means? She doesn't know what to think. She looks horrified and... some quiet, devastated understanding. She knows what it's like to be a guinea pig - Hap called her his partner, she told him she was his slave - killing her over and over for his experiments.

Something isn't right here. Here he is... another traveller? Is he somehow connected to Hap? And they're both... stuck here. She shakes her head, she's not sure. ]


I don't know. Maybe. Maybe it's the same person-- The Angel Hunter. I was trying to jump on purpose, I had to get through the door to the other dimension. I'm trying to save my friends from him.
1926: (Hello Maam)

(o7 Right! Makes things simpler. owo)

[personal profile] 1926 2019-06-26 12:04 am (UTC)(link)
[The quick reply about not being out for blood made Crowley almost chuckle.]

I suppose not, or I mightn't have awoken from that dream, yeah?

[He insisted he was fine, but when their hands clasped wrists, Crowley pulled the other man's aches to himself anyway as he helped tug him to his feet. Humans were fragile. That was something he was careful never to forget.

However, before he could finish the question posed to Crowley, the small bird began assaulting the demon as if he'd just tried to eat its eggs. Look, he was a snake, but he wasn't an egg-eater. Or a human-eater for that matter, feathered fiend.

Crowley released the other man's hand and recoiled back, covering his head with his arms. Birds! Little menaces. Yet, something felt odd about this one. Most of the little talon and beak offences landed somewhat harmlessly against the barrier of his clothing, but the occasional scratch and nip made it through to skin. Crowley seemed more focused on covering himself rather than lashing back out at the tiny creature.]


Never met an attack bird before, this is a new one. [The demon quipped, trying to duck and dodge now rather than just cover himself.] Doesn't seem too fond of me. Not sure what I did to offend your winged friend.

[Except those cuts that made it to skin seemed to sting extra deep despite his corporation being somewhat resistant to minor physical damage. What on Earth was this little critter?]
recurser: (ᴛɪɢʜᴛ ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴀ ʀᴏᴘᴇ)

[personal profile] recurser 2019-06-26 12:06 am (UTC)(link)
[ The Angel Hunter is quite a pseudonym. They could be talking about the same person. One of his kidnappers had been dressed like a priest, after all. But before he can consider it too much, his attention snags on another word. ]

Dimension?

[ Maybe she's confused. ]

What year were you trying to get to?
revenante: (011)

[personal profile] revenante 2019-06-26 12:12 am (UTC)(link)
[ Time? Travelling to another time is possible? She didn't know that was possible and she comes from an impossible set of circumstances. She knows there are other worlds out there but time never came into the equation. Is there more to this than she thought? How? She's the original -- but then again, she doesn't know everything. ]

The same year. 2016. [ She frowns slightly. Maybe he's confused. ] Another world, not another time.

You can travel through time too? We can do that?

[ She blinks, waving her hand at her head as if trying to clear it. Maybe something's not quite right. She'll ask, to clarify: ]

The movements. Do you know the movements?
crawfordstone: (Even if it's razor deep)

[personal profile] crawfordstone 2019-06-26 12:17 am (UTC)(link)
[ Crawford let out a snort at her insistence. Only a few months ago, he'd been in the same spot, desperate to get home no matter the cost. It wasn't that he didn't have sympathy for her, but rather he knew the hard truth that she was going to slam herself into. So it was better just to get it over with. ]

Are you deaf or just stupid?

[ Okay, maybe he also didn't have much in the way of tact, either. ]

You've reached the deadest fucking end you're ever gonna find. One way in, no way out. They've trapped gods and angels and shit here. Basically, [ He put his cigarette back in his mouth, talking around it. ] You're screwed.
400yearsofsurvival: (Where did you think you were going?)

[personal profile] 400yearsofsurvival 2019-06-26 12:23 am (UTC)(link)
The face did give him pause, but the clothes were all wrong. Something fundamentally different in the face, too. The face of a man prone to smiling, rather than one who pickled himself in alcohol. He smelled different too. Something Jerry had never smelled before. Well, wasn't that interesting. It had been far too long since he'd found something new.

He maintained his general air of friendliness, hands in his pockets. "The house I got dropped into is...well, it's a mess. Thought I'd keep myself busy fixing it up. Can't do that without tools." But then he tilted his head slightly, as if only now realizing that what the other man had said was a bit off. "Why else?"
ethicalproblems: (fear δ the future soon)

nightmares

[personal profile] ethicalproblems 2019-06-26 12:23 am (UTC)(link)
[ Topher’s own personal nightmare—a certain composite and, oh yeah, serial killer!—has yet to make an appearance in the real(er) world, but the memories dredged up by the dreams themselves have driven him to the Comic Book Shop. A wondrous place of peace, security, comfort...

At least, until the screaming starts.

He jerks up at the noise, instinctively shrinking back towards the corner in a moment of sense soon disregarded, as it only takes a minute or so for nosiness to win out. Grabbing the nearest weapon like object, he starts tiptoeing his way towards the entrance to take a peak. The reveal of a guy in the midst of a panic attack covered in... something? Not what he was expecting. But, also, kind of a relief. ]


H-hey.

[ Still all kinds of creepy, though. ]

Are you... hurt? It's a little hard to tell.

[ Given that he appears to be hemorrhaging ink. ]
400yearsofsurvival: (Would ya lookit that)

[personal profile] 400yearsofsurvival 2019-06-26 12:27 am (UTC)(link)
Honestly, he'd picked her because she seemed like an easy target. An oblivious teenage girl? That was the best there was. Now if only she had an irritating boyfriend to torment, as well.

He looked a little disappointed at her answer. "Already tried there, I'm afraid. I need a bit more than what they've got. The place I got dropped into...I'm surprised it's not collapsed under its own weight."
recurser: (ʟᴇᴛ ᴏᴜʀ ʜᴇᴀʀᴛ ʟᴇᴀᴘ)

[personal profile] recurser 2019-06-26 12:27 am (UTC)(link)
[They can travel to other worlds? Jonas stares at her for a good several seconds, stunned. On one hand, it might be the greatest news he's ever received. On the other hand, how the hell is he supposed to navigate dimensions and time to get back to where he's meant to be? Obviously no one sat him down to give him a lesson on all of this.]

No. I don't know anything. They knocked me out and locked me in a room with the portal and now I'm here. But that was 1986.

[And 2016 is three years earlier than the next set of kidnappings. She's referring to a separate incident entirely.]
revenante: (003)

[personal profile] revenante 2019-06-26 12:29 am (UTC)(link)
[ His snort only steels her expression, added with the insult. Not deaf, not stupid - once blind, however. She's quaking, tears prickling her eyes. No. It can't be true. She's worked so hard to get this far, the current was taking her away to another world-- she was so close. She has to save her friends, she has to save Homer.

She's been trapped before. She was a prisoner for seven years. She will not be a prisoner again. No, there's still time. She can still make it. ]


No. There is always a way out. [ She will not be beaten by this. ] I need a bridge. Or a very tall building-- somewhere very high. Or water, a lake or a river. There's still time. I can get out of here.
400yearsofsurvival: (Look over there)

[personal profile] 400yearsofsurvival 2019-06-26 12:31 am (UTC)(link)
It had been far too long since he'd smelled another like him. He'd missed it at first, because it didn't seem possible. They'd all been wiped out. All but those he'd created. And he most certainly hadn't created this one.

"So certain...." he said, any semblance of humanity dropping out of his voice. "Why don't we find out if there's at least one exit left in this world?" As he spoke, he dragged one wickedly sharp claw down Adam's spine. Making no move to actually attack just yet. He'd get no sustenance out of this one, but reclaiming his territory would still be worth it.
ethicalproblems: (what δ i'll end world hunger)

[personal profile] ethicalproblems 2019-06-26 12:33 am (UTC)(link)
Uh, it's a subpar movie from the nineties. Not the point.

[ Missed references are the story of his life. Way less interesting than glancing between her and the apparently attitude filled lobster. ]

Let's try that again. You can talk to animals?
Edited 2019-06-26 00:36 (UTC)
recurser: (ᴛɪᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ᴀ ᴘᴏsᴛ)

[personal profile] recurser 2019-06-26 12:41 am (UTC)(link)
[ It doesn't take Jonas very long to realize he's having a breakdown. He's not so far gone that his hallucinations can't be interrupted by the intrusion of another person. He forces himself to stop screaming, even if he can't stop shaking, and swings a wide-eyed look to the guy who's brandishing a cardboard tube. ]

Sorry, I...

[ This would normally be the part where the hallucination dissipates, but he's still covered in ink. Or whatever it is. He presses his palm to his face like he's trying to stop a nosebleed. Useless. The stuff is everywhere, and this guy... can see it? ]

Is this happening? Is this really happening?
revenante: (014)

[personal profile] revenante 2019-06-26 12:46 am (UTC)(link)
[ How he stares at her, she can tell they're not the same kind of angel. Maybe he too has to avert another great evil - it's bittersweet and she's overwhelmed by the possibility. Her lips purse-- Portal? He has the actual door? She didn't think there would be a door like that. This is... all so much. ]

You're some... different kind of traveller. [ She lets out a laugh: breathy and almost joyous and yet something heartbroken in it. There's other travellers. She looks as if she could cry. ] Another kind of angel. I didn't think there were other angels.

I'm sorry. I had no idea. [ She shakes her head. ] We use movements to unlock the door to travel to other worlds-- I was doing that when I ended up here. I think-- I'm hoping, I can get back onto the path and get to where I'm supposed to be.
1926: (You don't think?)

<3 He's a mess.

[personal profile] 1926 2019-06-26 12:48 am (UTC)(link)
[Well, that was a thing, wasn't it? The human girl had her arms around him in a hug from behind and he was, dare he say, thrown for a loop. Who the Hel-- heck was she? Wait. Wait, no. Nononono.

Crowley twists in her grip, squirming around to face her and focus on her features as if he could see her in more detail than just the physical. No, this wasn't Aziraphale in a new corporation, not that he would've minded. The angel could take whatever form he desired and Crowley would still be fond of him--or her. But there was no angel in this body. At least not in a literal sense.]


Rift? Slow down. Head all a jumble. Sorry, not as sharp as I should be--

[He teetered in his new position, nearly falling over as she'd predicted, but steadied himself.]

Not sure. Woke up here. I've got my own flat here. You believe that? Just woke up in it all nilly willy... willy nilly? Just woke up. Don't remember sleeping, though. Not something I need to do, you know, so it's an odd thing, that.
crawfordstone: (Oh don't)

[personal profile] crawfordstone 2019-06-26 12:49 am (UTC)(link)
[ He was trying very hard to ignore that part of what she'd said. It spoke too much of a very permanent exit that had nothing to do with actually leaving. And that was something he couldn't brush off so easily. Even if this was like the last place where death didn't stick, that sort of thing tended to leave more than just a physical scar. ]

I know a place.

[ He gave a jerk of his head, indicating that she should follow, before heading down the street. ]
1926: (You sure about that?)

[personal profile] 1926 2019-06-26 12:57 am (UTC)(link)
Low on the expense list. Never sell yourself short. Kids are humanity's future, after all! That in mind, you're one of the most important people on this sodding planet. Learning, growing, shaping the world.

[He was quite fond of humanity as a whole. They were clever and fascinating. Free will, knowledge, technology, development. All the things he loved about the world.]
dalbergiaretusa: (pic#13265162)

[personal profile] dalbergiaretusa 2019-06-26 12:57 am (UTC)(link)
Only the stupid, careless ones were wiped out. Living so far under the radar as to practically not exist, Adam and Eve were not stupid, and they'd survived into modern civilization. He'd known vampires like this one in the past, based simply on their brief interaction so far. Apex predator types had mostly died out in the 15th century because they were too obvious in their movements. This one must have been damn clever to have escaped, and Adam didn't like the combination of aggressive and clever.

Adam darted away from the other vampire in a movement so fast he seemed to simply reappear a few steps away, now turned to face him. Any vampire worth his salt could follow the moment, but Adam was banking on the fact that the challenger wouldn't immediately follow his retreat. "I liked this jacket. Now I fear you've ruined it."

His eyes narrowed, deep with suspicion but not answering the challenge posed. "You're clearly not one of Kit's. Who are you?"
revenante: (010)

[personal profile] revenante 2019-06-26 12:59 am (UTC)(link)
Thank you.

[ Her face lights up, losing it's steeliness. She sounds relieved, honestly relieved. This place is getting her stressed because it's an obstacle and she just wants to leave and be on her way. Thank goodness-- someone helping her-- it's not too late.

She hurries after him-- she feels surprisingly well considering she'd been shot only moments ago. She glaces down at her chest, the blood-- travelling has fixed her, at least she knows she'll be alright when she gets to the other dimension. ]


I'm the OA, by the way.
unantichristly: hollow-art.com (a thousand dreams)

[personal profile] unantichristly 2019-06-26 01:04 am (UTC)(link)
The what? [ he's admittedly a little bit distracted by the demonic resemblance, but it's only superficial. this person is definitely not a demon, at least.

he startles into a laugh as the stranger downs his drink, though, watching as the blue blooms across his skin. he glances back up then, a little fascinated in spite of himself. ]
So you know how to do it? [ sure, adam could make it happen, but it's not the same as playing mad scientist. ]
crawfordstone: (We got blood to bleed)

[personal profile] crawfordstone 2019-06-26 01:05 am (UTC)(link)
[ All that came in response was a grumble about it being a stupid name. Then again, he'd heard far stranger than something that sounded more like a title.

He didn't walk for long and his pace was brisk. Very soon, he came to a door that was adorned with the title "The Lux." He led her inside, and as he passed the bar, he just pointed at one of the stools and said simply... ]


Sit.
bigbadrose: (if you really want to)

which is different from the Doctor, how exactly? ;)

[personal profile] bigbadrose 2019-06-26 01:05 am (UTC)(link)
[Rose winces as he tries to stand, about to point out that was why she was trying to make it easier on him, but he was as stubborn as always. So she just purses her lips, until she can't help grinning again at all the rest.]

Oh, get a mortgage too, didja? [A gentle nudge with a fist to his arm.] Better not've without me. You promised in Hell, remember? Well, okay, maybe not promised, but as good as!!

Yeah, bit odd for you to sleep. [Thinks, tilts head.] But before here you mean? So maybe some sort of transmat beam??? Those tend to rob memories for a bit, yeah?

Did you find... [Bites her bottom lip. Can't say the TARDIS by name, but the Doctor should know right away who she means.] Her yet? I assume not or you wouldn't bother with the flat. [Face scrunch.] That's a pickle. Right then, what do you last remember before here? I'm guessin' I was there, or you'd be a bit more.... [Waves a hand, face still scrunched. What's a good way to say "clingy" that still salvages his ego?] Surprised, yeah?
the_cleric: (Default)

Jester Lavorre | Critical Role

[personal profile] the_cleric 2019-06-26 01:06 am (UTC)(link)
When the Boat Comes In.
[Oh, this girl? This girl? She is like, really really blue, man. She is so blue, from the tip of her cute little nose to the tips of her cute little toes, probably. That one is hard to corroborate because she is wearing shoes and kneesocks and a cute little blue-green skirt and floofy pink lace petticoats, so you cannot even see her toes. But it is a good guess, that if the rest of her is so blue? So are her toes. And they are also probably pretty cute.

Here's why she is blue: she is a tiefling.

But people here probably think she's blue because she's double-fisting blueberry lemonades, taking great big sips from them as she strolls down the fairway. Everything gets her attention, a big ooooo when she sees something really cool, like a puppy pulling a wagon of lobster rolls--or a big awwww! when she sees something really cute, like a puppy dressed in a lobster costume.

At the crate race, Jester claims a crate for herself and immediately falls to decorating it. She's got a bunch of paints in her haversack, and, okay, so the paint brushes are a little bit sticky, from the blueberry pancakes she had put into it, but they're still good. Soon her crate is beautiful, painted silvery-pinkish-white, with snow-white wings detailed at its sides, and a big smiling dick painted front and center, like a 2D figurehead.

Satisfied with her progress, Jester turns to soliciting a teammate--which for her, means standing with her hands cupped around her mouth, shouting at anyone passing by.]


Step right up, step right up-- hey, you! Guy! Do you want to race with me! Because I have the best crate here, man! The Unicorn Dick! The Unicorn Dick is the champion, the Unicorn Dick is going to be the winner, the Unicorn Dick is going to kick ass-- your ass, and your ass, and oh my gosh, definitely your ass--

[Maybe a teesny bit overzealous, with the trash-talk. And is this race even meant for two person teams? Who cares.]


Blueberries For Sal.
Ooof...

[Jester, with a huge sigh, flounces to sit on the ground. She's fanning herself with her free hand. The other hand is full of blueberry cobbler, pulled fresh (well, more or less) from her pink haversack. A half-full basket of freshly picked blueberries is tucked into the crook of her elbow.

After a second, she lays back entirely, with a groan. Fallen blueberries goosh under her weight. She's beyond caring. In the shadow of the nearest blueberry bush, her eyelids begin to droop closed.]


Just... a few more minutes of sleep... go-o-o-sh-- [A word all shaky with her mighty yawn.] --I'm tired...

[And then she's out, all at once, like a princess in a story. Her breathing gets all steady and even, but it's not long before she's begun to mumble--]

Eclairs... come down from there... you're flying too high, it's not fair... I want to eat you, cute flying eclairs.... pleeeeease....
Edited 2019-06-26 01:56 (UTC)

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