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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: (wolfish grin)

[personal profile] bigbadrose 2019-06-29 10:35 pm (UTC)(link)
[So drunk, but not drunk enough not to notice his booze being replaced, even distracted.]

[She giggles right away at the joke, clearly not going to be the one to teach him his behavior is bad for him.]
He'll be like the son I never had. [Solemn vow.]

[And this time Rose's eyes light up with keen interest.]
You're from around here? I've never been to the States before! My mum hates travelin'. And I've only seen -- [New New York, New Vegas, what can she say that won't out as her a time and dimension traveler?] Yanno, movies. [A small laugh. And she's not giving up her new son: the bottle, without a fight. Instead she tries to redirect Hawkeye someplace to sit so he can fall over into the grass safely enough.] And applegrass. [Okay, she might be giving herself away a little there. That was a New Earth thing, but she's used to her words not making sense to most people.] Gimme a rundown, yeah? All the best things, other than lobster. And for when the festival's over, what's the best place to get chips?

[A beat, what do Americans call 'em?] Not crisps in a package, fish'n'chips yeah?
swill: poppyapples.dw (ʜᴇ ᴅᴏᴇsɴ'ᴛ ᴄᴏᴍᴇ ʜᴏᴍᴇ)

rose no

[personal profile] swill 2019-06-30 01:21 am (UTC)(link)
[Oh sweet baby Jesus. Don't do it, sweetheart. Don't enable him.

She's not just from across the pond, she's... y'know. English? Sure. He nods, to let her know he's still listening. In fact, he's dangerously quiet (or at least the kind of quiet she'll eventually learn to take as 'dangerous' when in regards to Pierce). He knows she's leading him away from the hustle and bustle of the main street fest, okay, and he's fairly certain there's a bench up ahead so he can pretty much two and two together.]
Crabapple Cove. Crabapple Cove, Maine, is the best thing put on this Earth. Other than lobster, even better than the buttered kind. The, uh. The honeysuckle should be bloomin' still and there's blueberries-- bluer berries than here. My dad- who's waiting for me, I should add-- anyway, it's such a small town, y'know, but the kids've got their summer watering hole and there's. Well, the fishing's good. We've got the St. Croix near enough t'the north, but the lobstering happens in the Bay, y'know? And right now- it's summer [--] and you've got the sea breeze, so it's never too hot. It's just always the right amount of hot. It's not. You can taste it. But it's not... a bad taste.

[Is he going to lower his sorry ass down to that bench? You bet. Is it going to be a delicate endeavor of lanky limbs and poor gross motor control? Naturally.] Right? It's like, it's like... a cloud, like you're breathing in a cloud but it's fluffy and fresh and good.

We have the perfect... market. It's not-- look, I know what you're thinking, but it's really not like that. It's not like what the movies show you where it's all just dead fish flayed out with beady eyes staring straight into your soul as you meander down the streets. It's a nice place and the market's up every Thursday through Saturday and there's these big fans blowing and there's lot of iced waters and tea and cream soda. Everyone likes to dress up all dandy. It's a big deal! It's uh. [He closes his eyes, rubs the bridge of his nose a little because get it together, man.] Don't. Don't go to restaurants for good fish, just find a good market.
bigbadrose: (Trolololol!)

Rose yes!

[personal profile] bigbadrose 2019-06-30 01:47 am (UTC)(link)
[Funny thing about that dangerous silence thing, that's the same warning she has for the Doctor...]

[But she completely beams as he gushes about home. Home is absolutely where the heart is, and Hawkeye is living proof of this.]


Bluer than here? [A tongue-touched grin, she's amused, not doubting him. Definitely amused though. Even for all her Union flag (only a Union Jack at sea) pride, she can't imagine being that attached to London, she couldn't wait to run away from it... every time she was there, even in another universe.]

Honeysuckle... [She can almost smell it, she wants to smell it!] Awww, you miss your Dad? [A friendly nudge with her shoulders to his.]

[She nods along too, and agrees:]
Right, yeah.

[And she giggles as he says the market isn't like the movies, and closes her eyes and lets his words paint a picture.] Wow.

[Aw!!! He misses it so much!! She lets down her guard enough to set the bottle at her feet and give him half a hug.] Okay, but if I burn anything down tryin' ta make my own chips, I'm blamin' you.

[All the teasing and though she lets go of the half-hug, she leans her shoulders next to him.] I'm almos' jealous! I've never really had a home like that. Spent my whole childhood on the Powell Estates of London, and I ran away first chance I got. Then every single chance after. Even all my favorite places there are just the ones I ran away to, yeah? The local park, the roofs, basements long forgotten. And instead of bein' better than the movies, [Face crinkle.] It's way worse. Boring, but loud. Crowded but lonely. Dirty but posh. [Head shake.] Home is where the heart is, yeah? My Mum loves it though. She'd never wanna be anywhere else. And she knows the whole Estate building. All two dozen floors. She just recently remarried though, got all rich now, and it drives me mad. [A small laugh.] She's still the way my Mum always was, but there's press and my Dad's place is so big and empty.

[Another gentle shoulder nudge.] They call this New England, but it's a lot more picturesque than my London, that's for sure. But -- [Holds a conspiratorial finger over her lips.] Don't tell anyone, I don't wanna blaspheme against the Queen. [Joking, of course, and winks to show it.]

I think the cream sodas are here are absolutely my favorite new drink. Even more than tea. Again, don't tell on me, [A giggle.] my Mum would have a fit. Dad might add a line to Vitex though. He should. It's all fruits flavors right now. Tastes like cough syrup without the alcohol.
Edited 2019-06-30 01:50 (UTC)
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gestures vaguely in apology

[personal profile] swill 2019-06-30 02:49 am (UTC)(link)
Bluer than here. [Which is, for all intents and purpose, an echo of her echoing him and the more he says "bluer" the less it sounds like a real word. He has no hang-ups about having the pretty little lady lean on him for once, and he all but melts with a natural ease into her when her shoulder brushes against his. His chest feels tight, not for the first or last time, and there's an indifference to the desperation that washes over him and his skin and leaves him feeling like he'll never taste home again, not ever. He's done this too many times, he's tired, he wants to revel in something for once and if it won't be safety it can at least be a warm, soft, and kind body to his left.

She invites the embrace and he's not one to say no, lolling his head heavily and playfully the way a mangy, rangy cat would when butting a new friend. He uses the movement to pull her into a full hug, a real hug (this isn't even him being utterly soused, this is just him), as genuine and as superficial as a hug should be between perfectly good strangers.

And because he's a son of a bitch, it doesn't take much for him to sneak the bottle out from between her feet when he pulls himself back and over, a roguish grin masked over his face. It smooths out soon enough; he knows about places that the movies make better and that can't be described beyond contradictions and family is... he misses his dad.

Hawkeye, having earned his swig of beer, takes a moment to cheekily down the whole thing. Farewell, son.]
Oh, sweetheart, don't you worry, you can be my little secret all you want. [Which isn't supposed to sound like

oh, fuck it. He raises his empty beer to nothing, in salute. For his and her honor.]
God save the kin-- [What.] Queen. And long may she reign.
bigbadrose: (laugh until you cry)

don't be I love it!

[personal profile] bigbadrose 2019-06-30 03:25 am (UTC)(link)
Alas, that's one I'll have to see for myself ta believe. But I trust you. Prolly shouldn't, you're clearly a rascal.

[She gently pets his head, honestly enjoying the cuddles too much too. It's been... since she fell out of her birth universe since she let anyone be this close, even her parents, and the Doctor and her are still at odd sorts given... well... everything.]

[She laughs and shakes her head ruefully, a touch disapprovingly, as he nicks the bottle and drinks their not!son, but doesn't comment or scold. She'll just have to keep an eye on him until he has chance to sober up, even if it takes a while. Which it might, given how it seemed to affect even demons when it shouldn't.]


Oh, I like the sound of that.

[He'd get along with Jack well, she thinks. But then, was there anyone Rose didn't think would get along with Jack well?]

To the queen!

[Fist in the air. And poor Hawkeye, things are going to get so much more confusing for his very drunk state.] Oh, she will! She's got decades in her yet, she's such a fighter. She drove hospital cabs for World War Two, didja know? And when the -- [Face scrunch.] King? Blimey, I hope I got that right, but Saudi Arabia's ruler came to visit, she drove him around, and made him sit passenger and upset him with how fast she took corners. [Evil evil grin.] Women aren't allowed to drive in Saudi Arabia, see.

I quite miss her in my Dad's place. They've got a president instead. Long story. I got to see her coronation live though! On telly, like everyone else. And it was an accident, we were trying for New York and Elvis Presley on the Ed Sullivan show --

[This is Hawkeye's own fault. Rose would have stuck to being careful about the time traveling world dimension mayhem, but he's drunk enough she figures it won't mean a thing... At least she skips the part about her face being eaten. That's too much for anyone drunk. Historical and universe details though? Just right.]

But it was amazing. 'Course now, 'ere's the part where you say, "You don't look old enough for that," and I get to cryptically reply, "That's because I'm not!"
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[personal profile] swill 2019-06-30 05:04 am (UTC)(link)
[He hums something light and high, in confirmation that while he may be a rascal, he is indeed the lovable kind and he is well worth the high maintenance thank you very much. That something 'light and high' turns into a full laugh-- rich and loud and needed and if he slips to a sloppier way of sitting with his head all but resting on the girl's shoulders at the end of the fit, so be it.

Oh, he'll be calling her, alright.

It takes a while for the high to die down and Hawkeye keeps quiet as Rose shows off her skills in trivia.

He can't keep up.

He has no idea where Presidents factor in.

The idea of the live telecast of the coronation... it makes a large part of him want to avoid this subject altogether, because he remembers gray walls and barred windows and listening to Armed Forces Network on the one radio in a common room in Tokyo and

he hates it, and himself, and he has no idea who Elvis is supposed to be but he's surely missed a lot of up-and-comers, on account of being in Korea, right?]


What?

[It's his turn to scrunch up his face. He feels a little dizzy, a little distant or whatever. Like he's afraid of saying the wrong thing, the wrong days.] No, what're you talking about? Of course you're old enough for the coronation, that was just-- that was a few months ago.
bigbadrose: (yeah... you were fantastic)

[personal profile] bigbadrose 2019-06-30 05:39 am (UTC)(link)
[Aww the humming is so cute, and she's charmed already.]

[But her smile fades at the final remark and her brow furrows.]

[A new queen and she missed it? No...]

[Universes. Of course Maine was in almost every Universe with Earth. Rose glanced around her and mentally tried to date everything. She wished the Doctor had been able to cheat for her, tell her dates and things like on the space station with Adam, but there'd been too much to discuss, and too much to hide.]

[Clothes...]

[She couldn't pinpoint it. Not even down to the decade. It definitely wasn't before 1940 though, she'd seen the cars, but with so many jumps in her head, she was scrambling to remember which universes changed which car shapes, for the states, and how. She knew it wasn't the 1950s of the universe she was born in, but beyond that??]

[Rose worried faintly about her own clothes. Blue jeans, hoodie, tank top, even if she'd shed the leather jacket, she didn't have the TARDIS here to try to blend in with. Still, she'd seen others wearing stranger and no one had raised a fuss, so it might just be this man, and her heart went out to him. It'd be like the Doctor almost getting Gallifrey back, but still locked away from it and all his people at the same time. Hopefully Rose herself wasn't a close-but-not-enough way.]


Yeah?

[No sense getting him glum about it. It couldn't be a new queen, or he would have pointed out she couldn't have been in World War Two, and whether he was out of sync with this place, or Rose was just showing her displaced dimension showing, would have to wait.] Yeah! O' course! Blimey, it just... feels like... a lifetime ago! [Because it was, in a way, at least for her. Rose hummed quietly and gave him an aplogetic grin.] A lot's happened since then for me. [It wasn't seamless, but it'd have to do for now.]

Listen, what's your favorite music? I've got this American friend, Jack, he just loves Glenn Miller, total classic, innit?

[And Beyonce and a bunch of indie bands and dance club stuff he kept trying to get Rose into -- but she was trying to avoid mentioning everything after 1958 now. Which also meant no Beatles. Crying shame that. It was funny in a strange way, she had most of the universes and decades sorted by music now, and songs. Led Zeppelin in Peter's Universe was called Stairway to Heaven, and their strongest hit single was 99 Zeppelins. But for some reason Glenn Miller was in both. Rose supposed the diversion tracks that history took still left some things like that in tact. She even used We Didn't Start the Fire from Billy Joel to keep track of key points that seemed to be in all universes, but again; that was all a bit late.]

You ever get many concerts out here? [Both hands up.] No problem if you don't, I love it here already, just that's my personal vice. Dancin' and music.

I wonder what the President listens to, yeah? [That was not subtle, but she was rusty at even having people remember her out of their dreams, and talking to them in any real meaningful way.]
swill: poppyapples.dw (ᴀɴᴅ ᴇᴠ'ɴɪɴɢ ɪs ɴɪɢʜ)

[personal profile] swill 2019-06-30 05:59 am (UTC)(link)
[It's a terrible wait for her hesitance to settle into the double-down. Hawkeye becomes too aware of how his heart's beating, that heavy and hollow thump-thump against his chest and he feels it up his throat and pounding through his head. She'd said Queen, right? Queen in Dubya-Dubya-Two. Coronation on live television. The radio had made a fuss about that, had enraged him with all of its pomp and circumstance over something so incredibly out-of-touch with the reality that had been his. He had... almost slipped up. Almost said "king".

But. It had just been a few months ago.

It feels like a lifetime ago.]
Yeah.

[Yeah, sure. Glenn Miller and-- he's sure he missed half of that, the ringing in his ears subsiding only when she goes on about concerts and vice and God damn Eisenhower and his foreign policy and] Uh, we didn't used to. [It's his turn to not know what he's talking about, apparently. He brings a hand to pinch at the bridge of his nose again. He prays for the hangover to take him now.] I've been away. But Boston. Boston has good music.
bigbadrose: (wry grin)

[personal profile] bigbadrose 2019-06-30 06:17 am (UTC)(link)
[Soft grin.] Haven't been there, either. Whatcha got, lay it on me?

[ :| And a belated realization she had no idea if that slang was workable here and now or not. Bless.]

[She shifted, sliding down on the bench slightly, and gestured for Hawkeye to put his head in her lap.]

[Life's too short to worry about decades' past sensibilities.]
Where'd you go? You don't have to talk about it if you don't want to though. But I'm guessing from the sound of it, you didn't want to go. Not like me, runnin' away, yeah?
swill: poppyapples.dw (ʜᴇᴀʀ ᴛʜᴇᴍ sʜᴏᴜᴛ)

we were bein so cute how did this happen

[personal profile] swill 2019-06-30 06:27 am (UTC)(link)
[He can catch the gist just fine, and he can read her intention well enough that it's like they've known each other for days, or else one hell of a session at O.R., and he shifts with her. Still with the drama, still with a lazy and heavy hand over his face. He tells himself it's him blocking the heat of the sun that'll leave his pasty skin blotched red anyway.

She's not wearing a skirt or the starched trousers that are coming into style, but did that matter? Sensibilities be damned, he's the wrong rascal to give a shit about that.

She wants to know about Boston-- he has to wrack his mind for the positives that don't involve Carlye or the Navy or advertising agencies. He settles on something safe.]
I was working in a hospital somewhere, that's all. [In a very loose attempt to agree that No, he'd rather Not talk about it. What was the opposite of running away? Begging to stay home and getting trapped in a slaughterhouse for years anyway.]

Y'know... Lady, I'll tell ya about Boston if you tell me your name. I know all the jazz houses.
Edited (i can write reel gud) 2019-06-30 06:29 (UTC)
bigbadrose: (LAWL Lolling tongue)

/sob characters and darkness T_T

[personal profile] bigbadrose 2019-06-30 06:40 am (UTC)(link)
Oh! You're a Doctor!

[Before the Doctor she hadn't actually known any. Now it seemed to explain a lot. He reminded her of when she first met her Doctor, coming off of the Time War... but again, Maine was like his Gallifrey.]

[She gently plays with his hair like she would her own Doctor, before the void anyway.]


Rose. Rose Tyler. You've probably never heard of it, but my father, the one my Mum just married, founded Vitex. It's a pop drink. Really popular where he's from. He's an inventor too. You literally would not believe a single word I said of his inventions.

[A quiet hum.] I do love jazz. [Tongue poking back over her teeth. Jack and the Doctor again. The Doctor saying he'd spent ages in New Orleans and New New Orleans, and so forth soaking in the jazz. For a brief moment Rose almost slips again and mentions New Vegas jazz, but she narrows her eyes slightly, and figured out how to blend it to her life before the Doctor.] Before Peter, that's my Dad now, I used to work as a waitress in a few myself. Never quite got a handle on the clientele. [It was half a lie. Gentle drunk rascals she adored. Grumpy mobster werewolf bosses who threatened to eat her, or handsy tentacle squid cthulu management that ordered her to move boxes faster? Yeah.... screw them.]

[Another laugh.]
All right, since I can't call you Doctor, that name's taken, what should I call you?
swill: poppyapples.dw (ɪ ʜᴜʀʀʏ ᴛᴏ ᴍʏ ʙʟᴜᴇ ʜᴇᴀᴠᴇɴ)

i believe in us

[personal profile] swill 2019-06-30 08:05 pm (UTC)(link)
What makes you think I wasn't a janitor? [Flat delivery, but her goddamn giddiness makes up for it. Hawkeye feels his lips, treacherous things, begin to pull at a smile again and it forces him to drop that melodramatic posture of his. He lets his gangly self really sink into the bench.

Wino extraordinaire.

He raises a brow, delicately, when she launches into that don't you know who I am style of introduction and it's he alcohol that's making him bark out a quick and short laugh again. My father the inventor of Vitex. And she's right; he has no fucking clue and for once, it doesn't seem like someone will die for it. He uh-huhs along with her challenge, and hopes he can remember to harass her for whackjob inventions later.

Right now he has an impressionable young lady who just loudly and proudly admitted to liking jazz and working in them dens of sin(ful music but Pierce does love his exaggerations). That's much more fun.]
Rose. What a lovely thing a rose is. [The Naval Treaty.] Its smell and its color are an embellishment of life. A lovely name for a lovely girl. [--] I'm Hawkeye.
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[personal profile] bigbadrose 2019-06-30 08:39 pm (UTC)(link)
Naaaah, I've dated janitors. And they don't get much call to travel, alas, or I'd have been set for life. Annnnd I might be cheating. My best mate's a Doctor. We traveled a ton, because people everywhere always need the help, yeah? So are you a specialist, or just bein' modest?

[Ruffles his hair and beams at the singing.] Oh no, you sing! [She loves it.]

[And tilts her head at the name.]

[Not too weird, but of course she can't help but think of the movie, but that was from the nineties. Though there was a book. She wasn't much into historical fiction, but Braveheart and Seven Years War between the French and British which led to the American Revolution were staples. Still, she wishes the Doctor was around to give her cheat-sheet clues. But she's had two years of just fumbling in the dark, what's one more day? Actually... bad, because unlike in between universes, she wouldn't just fast forward to the end of the world and work her way backwards, so this might actually matter...]

[Well, it can't matter that much, can it?]
Is it wrong o' me to ask if you're Mohican?

[A tongue loll grin again, and she covers up for her uncertainty with inevitable flirting as a distraction.] Your eyes are like the sky, but I wouldn't call them hawkish. Maybe gorgeous. [Let's make sure the Doctor never hears that, okay?]
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[personal profile] swill 2019-06-30 10:03 pm (UTC)(link)
[He'd purr if he could. This all feels right somehow and they're both being fair with their secrets, so he tilts his head up to greedily take the petting.

He pretends he can't hear her pressing on the issue of work or her doctor friend. There's fear, there's hurt, and he doesn't want it.

So he grins a little more, mischievous, as confirmation that he has frontiersmanship in his blood. Or he might as well, anyway.]
I think you just took my line. Can I interest you in some role reversal?
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[personal profile] bigbadrose 2019-06-30 10:14 pm (UTC)(link)
[More giggles.] Maybe!

Let's see, I prescribe 20 cc's of bluer than blue blueberries, a pound of lobster daily, and all the Maine sunshine you can soak in. And then we'll get started on the jazz.

How's that?
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[personal profile] swill 2019-06-30 10:20 pm (UTC)(link)
[He can't breathe and in fact he thinks he's going to squeal (very masculine-like) somewhere along the line but he's laughing too much and too hard to care. He's careful not too flail around too much, he doesn't want to deck the gal, and his hands come up to cover his face again until he can hold himself together long enough to] Done! Done. But really what I'm hoping for is t'have you on my lap.
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[personal profile] bigbadrose 2019-06-30 10:52 pm (UTC)(link)
[Oh blimey. She starts overthinking it. Worried for a moment. She vaguely suspects the Doctor wouldn't be jealous, was just really worried that Rose was being daft because a demon had his face, although is she telling herself that for an excuse, her insecurities flaring up, or is it the truth? And is she being too trusting again? She usually is. But he's so sweet, and she hasn't been able to even talk to people, much less mess around like this, and to be fair, she rarely could that much even before the void, hence Jack flirting with the Doctor so much she called up Mickey--]

[Her face is scarlet, but she takes a deep breath and nods. Moving to do exactly that, sit in his lap.]

[It's not that big a deal, she tells herself. Even if she hasn't done this with Jack or the Doctor...]


Okay, but two things. I wanna hear you sing again, and remember the secret thing. British are supposed to be all stiff upper lip and all that, yeah? I just like breaking all the rules. [A wink.]

[And she swears, Rascal...]

[He reminds her of the Tramp from Lady and the Tramp, but for the life of her, she can't remember if that was before or after Pinocchio and what year it came out.]

[Which makes her start laughing as she remembers the "astrologist" in Ancient Rome who was kidnapped as a slave and forced to perform astrology, only to spread dire warnings about Pompeii.... and find out it had already happened and people knew about it.]

[Rose can relate.]

[Okay, worst that happens, she makes no sense again, and really, that's just the story of her life.]


I might have to call you Rascal though. You remind me of the dog from the picture with them kissin'. Lady and the Tramp.

[But she's still playing with his hair and definitely flirting.]

[And starts humming.]
If he's a tramp, he's a good one, and I wish that I could travel his way...

Peggy Lee has such a gorgeous voice, I swear...
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[personal profile] swill 2019-06-30 11:18 pm (UTC)(link)
Woof.

[He has no idea what's going on but that makes this a day ending in Y.

Hawkeye's about to wave off her concerns, whatever they are, and let slip the obvious that he'd been only kidding. Imagine his delight when he doesn't quite need to, and instead he focuses on propping himself up back into a sitting position without too much in the way of sway. The girl's probably got a boy somewhere--

Jack? no, he'd been a 'friend'.

He's looking on in hazy amusement and maybe he'd go hunt down that film about the smooching pups, if only so he doesn't feel the panic of not knowing when the people of Crabapple Cove start to drop the lines on him.]
Yeah? If you ever wanna get the leash and collar just the words. You know I don't usually do public showings, but for you? [How can he say no? Tit-for-tat, a gentle hand goes to stroke the hair framing her face and goddamn he's such a slut.] I think my lips a little dry, though.
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[personal profile] bigbadrose 2019-06-30 11:25 pm (UTC)(link)
[More giggles and snuggles. He'll have to work harder for kisses though, and she looks around to see if he finished all the ice cream or there's some melted left.] That's your fault for drinking our son.
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[personal profile] swill 2019-06-30 11:31 pm (UTC)(link)
[It's gone, toots.

Like his dignity.]
I have a confession, darling. I think I drank our son. [This is, again, a judgement-free zone. Please and thank you.] Would it help if I said I'm filthy rich and only have three days to live?
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[personal profile] bigbadrose 2019-06-30 11:36 pm (UTC)(link)
[Giggles.] I noticed that. Nah. Rich blokes are too bossy. I say this, even though my Da' is lit'rally my boss right now, but see? I ran away from home, so I can.

Besides, I'm betting you are going to live... forever. If you don't drink yourself there first.
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[personal profile] swill 2019-06-30 11:42 pm (UTC)(link)
[Fair! Fair. That's fair.

He leans his head forward a little, his salt-n-pepper hair just the slightest bit of a horrendous mess, and lowers his voice to a husky sort of dare.

Bold of her to assume he's not already dead.]
What if I just said I'm filthy, then? [And no, there is no way to take those words with a grain of innocence.]
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[personal profile] bigbadrose 2019-06-30 11:56 pm (UTC)(link)
[She's been living as a ghost for two years, what dream may come, eh?]

[She leans back at the snuggle annnnnd --]

[Completely bursts out laughing.]


Now THAT I believe!

Make up for it with a filthy mind to give Jack a run for his money, and I might just have a job for you: in the circus.
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[personal profile] swill 2019-07-01 04:20 am (UTC)(link)
[Ah, well, brains at half mast and he still knew he'd strike out. The rejection can't sting when she's laughing out loud that way, and Hawkeye finds himself tickled too-- it is, pleasantly, not such a difficult feat. He can't hold a lick of stoicism together and he drops his hand from running it through her blonde hair to just rest it on her shoulder.

A circus might just be the only place that'll take him if papers and records followed him to this place. He tries not to look too... contemplative, all of a sudden, but c'est la vie and when's the last time he'd been in control over his feelings, really?]
Who's Jack? You can't keep dropping his name like that and not spill.

He's not your, uh. [Vague... hand gestures...] Doctor friend, is he?
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[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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