Welcome to Ryslig's test drive meme! If you're considering apping here, this is where you can try your characters out in the game's setting. A few things to note:
You can only app ONE character per round so choose wisely.
We now have a Quick Game Facts that simplifies the basic information about the game. Good if you want to see what the game is at a glance!
Lots of people have asked good questions on the FAQ, so do take a look.
The reserve date has been announced (it was changed to the 30th to allow a maximum number of people compared to a Friday).
Test drive meme threads can be used for your roleplay sample!
NEW! Players with characters already in the game can earn up to a maximum of 3 coins by replying to potential character threads! You will need to have your normal 20 comment AC in the game. You cannot use this to go over the bonus 10 coins per month total, but you can use it if you are missing some threads to reach that coin total. Same rules as normal bonuses apply.
Sample scenarios:
SCENARIO ONE: So you've just arrived, fresh out of the hospital, and already the natives are trying to get on your good side. Offers of food, shelter and other luxuries in return for hoping you don't eat them. They even have some helpful pamphlets to share with you. "How To Deal With Changes", "Alternatives to Human Flesh", "What to Expect When You're Expecting (to turn into a monster)" are all great pamphlets. There's even some detailing certain monsters, and the changes they go through.
Among these however, are some... not so helpful ones. "Bunnyipyips And You", "Axe Thief Axehounds," and "So you're becoming a Fur Bearing Trout" among others.
SCENARIO TWO: You've become hopelessly lost in Lager Woods. Paths don't seem to lead where you remember them leading, and you feel as if you're going around in circles. Childlike giggling can be heard from no direction in particular. Suddenly, you stumble upon another character, who seems to be just as lost as you! Perhaps you can find a way out together. Or maybe they want you for lunch...
SCENARIO THREE: You've heard about the fog, but you've never seen it before. Now, the mist surrounds you. Barely able to see before you, you need to get home - and fast. It's far too dangerous in this situation.
SCENARIO FOUR: The time has come and you've found yourself becoming a monster. Is the change instant, or gradual? Are you familiar enough with monsters to know what's happening, or is it a complete shock? NOTE: Feel free to pick any monster type for this prompt, but note that you may not get the same one in game.
[He only caught the "-out in a second" part, so she could consider herself fortunate.
Harry was still around of course. Leaning against the wall opposite the door, to be precise.]
Yeah. Ready to put yourself at the mercy of my trained medical skills? Provided you count having years of experience with this same situation training.
[Being a wizard for hire was rough work. And so was helping out a wizard for hire. He cringed a little after his own joke, mentally apologizing to the laundry list of people who had gotten hurt because of him back in Chicago.
To get himself away from that train of thought, he cut a glance to take inventory of the things he had gathered earlier, all laid out on the small table and single chair pushed into a corner that served as his dining room.
Peroxide, gauze pads, and a small pyramid of rolled bandages.
And one of his shirts, neatly folded. It would practically be a dress on her. The cliche embarrassed him, but it was that or her blood-soaked clothes from earlier.]
[She gives him a lopsided grin. Trained medical skills? She's lived with a hack of a doctor that barely took his job seriously for the last year of her life, you really can't get much worse than that.]
Show me whatcha got.
[Ryuuko heads over to the chair and has herself a seat. Speaking of clothes...]
By the way, I left my clothes in the sink to soak. [So don't get spooked when you go into the bathroom and find a sink full of fabric-and-blood soup.]
[Are you kidding? Fabric-and-blood soup is practically a time honored tradition in Casa de Dresden.
At any rate, he has much bigger concerns right now. Like trying not to watch her back so intently while she walks towards the table, or noting the toned athleticism of her small form, or using that to draw dangerous comparisons to a certain former policewoman with whom Harry's relationship was particularly... tense.
The train of thought was interrupted by one final connection. He hated to think what would have happened if he was still carrying the mantle of the Winter Knight. But that cold, feral, and rapacious magical force had been stripped away with his own magic when he arrived here. Small blessings.]
Let's take care of the one on your chest first. Soaking wet bandages aren't good for anything so we'll have to put off those new horns until your hair dries.
[Grabbing the bottle of peroxide, he dabs it onto a spare gauze pad before pausing a beat and offering the antiseptic-soaked cotton to her.]
I guess you'll want to do at least this much yourself.
[Damn it. As much as she would have loved to delay the inevitable and keep the situation on her chest to herself, he's right. Ryuuko does not care to spend tonight with damp bandages stuck to her head when it's already sore and throbbing.
She looks at the cotton in his hand, mostly to avoid looking at him.]
I don't...[She swallows somewhat nervously.] ...think it needs t' be patched up.
[There's a pregnant pause as she gathers up the courage to lower that protective washcloth. Even though she avoids his eye contact, the large eye on her chest stares up at him, with what looks like intense curiosity. For how bizarre it is, Ryuuko's right--there isn't much left that looks like a wound, though the surrounding skin is definitely severely inflamed. It almost gives her new eye the appearance that it's been crying.]
[He couldn't help but stare at the eye, though after a moment of holding its gaze he finally gulped and turned away. He was staring at the eye, okay? definitely not her chest, so was the judgmental crimson-and-amber glare really necessary?
But was she actually looking at him with it? This wasn't part of any monstrous morphology Harry was personally familiar with, but he felt like a few of the newcomers' pamphlets might have mentioned extra eyes.]
I think you're right. Saves us some trouble at least, but from the looks of it... ha, sorry about that one... popping a couple antibiotics would be smart.
[Diagnosis complete, Harry turned on his heel to spare himself any more thoughts of the way her freshly showered skin shone in the artificial light of his apartment. Remember she's way too young for you bucko.]
Suppose that means we've just got to wait for your hair to dry so I can see how your scalp is healing. In the meantime-
[Flashing on an idea that took his mind completely off of nubile teenage girls, he took a purposeful step towards the kitchen and glanced back over his shoulder.]
Hungry? I'm no Mac, but I make a pretty mean steak sandwich.
[Getting oggled by dudes easily twice her age? Just another day in the life of Ryuuko Matoi. It's not that she doesn't notice--she does--but he's fairly respectful and that's really all she could ever ask out of someone who's putting a roof over her head, medical attention, and now food? Honestly, this is one of the best deals she's managed to score in her life.]
I don't need any damn pills.
[She reaches for that stray folded-up shirt, and throws it on over the towel. Once she gets her head and arms through the holes, she pulls the towel out from the bottom, changing her outfit without risking showing anything off. The towel isn't discarded, however; she drapes it across her shoulders, to keep her hair from dripping on the shirt. The cloth just makes the inflammation even more uncomfortably warm. She winces at it.]
[Yet another reason Harry was glad none of his friends were here. If anyone happened to show up out of the blue and catch him feeding a girl wearing nothing but one of his shirts, he was certain the bundle of thin-sliced steaks he had pulled out of the fridge wouldn't be the only things getting grilled.]
Gimme a second, I think I've got some frozen peas in here somewhere.
[Slapping the package of beef down on the counter, he grabbed a box of matches and lit two of the stove top's gas burners.
Reason #2 he could never match up to Mac's cooking (behind not being Mac): nothing beats a griddle for frying up a tasty steak sandwich.]
You won't be disappointed. And I think red meat should do you some good after all that blood loss.
[Once he has two heavy cast iron pans heating over the flames, Harry fishes out the promised bag of frozen peas and sends it underhand through the air in her direction.]
[More like a long time ago, but whatever. She holds out a hand as soon as he tosses the bag, snatching it out of the air like she's done this before. It gets tucked between the towel and the shirt, and the relief is immediately apparent. Ryuuko practically melts into the chair.
It's like icing a terrible bruise, yet another thing she hasn't experienced in a while...but man, there's something to be said about the sensation of relief.]
Haah...
[That's not a very ladylike way to keep your legs, Ryuuko. Thank goodness this shirt is long enough.]
[It's not long at all before the apartment is full of the sounds and smells of sizzling beef... and some seriously off-key humming. Cut the man some slack, you can only be so musical when you're juggling two heavy frying pans while building the foundations to a matching pair of sandwiches.
Her statement surprises him a little, at least. She definitely didn't seem the type to have any major health issues, but maybe she was just too bull-headed to let them slow her down. Harry could respect that.]
Well if that's the case my home cooking will be right up your alley.
[Once the meat was done, he quickly piles the two sandwiches together and delivers her plate to the table. Of course, since there's only the one chair, Harry opts to lean against the nearest wall.]
[It's just white noise to her, having become used to listening Mako's idea of singing.
While she waits, she figures out a way to get the towel to hold up the bag of peas hand-free. She'll need both to double-fist that sandwich Harry's fixed up for her, and boy, when she does, it goes down fast.
God, she's starving.]
Mmmh!
[She swallows a mouthful before speaking.]
Daaaamn, this is good!
[You don't get your hands on beef like this in the ghettos of Tokyo Bay every day.]
[Well, it's still a pretty cheap cut, this just happens to be exactly the kind of dish where it can really shine.]
Glad you like it. [He laughs softly before taking another bit of his own sandwich.] You really must have lost a lot of blood before I found you though. Last time I ate that fast was after I had been in a coma [and technically dead] for months. Got room for another?
[She places a hand on her stomach. Despite her activity levels, she usually eats like a bird, and she would have expected that sandwich to be enough...but she's still starving. Maybe it's because of the changes?
She gives him a sheepish smile, turning slightly pink in the cheeks.]
[Hells bells. He's not a spring chicken anymore Ryuko, and a smile like that is going to wreak havoc on his ticker.]
As you wish, little lady.
[The bow he mimed would probably have been a little more impressive if Harry hadn't wedged the last quarter of his sandwich into his mouth first. Once he's done hamming it up though, it's right back to business, gulping down the last of his meal and restarting preparations for one more sandwich.
After all that food though, he could really use something to wash it down with, so along with the steaks he hooks his fingers around the necks of two brown glass bottles. Nevermind, make that one. Harry might be a terrible influence but there's no way he'd give alcohol to a minor. He did manage to spot something else, at least.]
Want some OJ? Just remembered that's what the Red Cross guys always give you after donating blood.
[Man...she's not looking for someone to keep up with her (since it's a pretty high bar to get over), but if you could at least keep pace with yourself...
If it was another day and she was in a better mood, she probably would have tried to act like a big damn badass and insist that a beer would have been fine. But right now, all she wants is a full stomach and a decent night's sleep. Today's already been way too long.]
[He can maintain his own pace perfectly well thank you very much. While the pan's still heating up, he pours her a glass.]
Drink up, there's more where that came from too.
[On the way back to the kitchen he tosses a question over his shoulder.]
Your hair about dry yet? From that new eye of yours I have a feeling your head's healed up by now, but once you're done eating I'd still feel better if we were sure.
[Her posture stiffens at the mention of the eye. It's not just an--it is. It is just an eye. It can't even see anything. It just looks at people. That's all it is.
Lithe fingers run their way through her hair, rigidly taking a sip of the juice he brought her and avoiding eye contact with him.]
[So the eye is a bit of a sore point then. Well, it's not his place to ask, so better to just be careful about the topic in the future.
He's already busy tossing a fresh piece of meat in the pan when she answers.]
Gotcha. [Speaking of the third steak he's cooked today though...] Anything you want to eat tomorrow? Guess I won't need to buy more bandages, but the fridge is starting to remind me of those times when I haven't had a case in a few weeks.
[He doesn't blame you at all, it's just that a lone guy's fridge is usually pretty sparse to begin with.]
Well, guess I'll give you a crash course then. Hope you like fried food. [It wouldn't all be fried, just most of it.] I think it's safe to assume you don't mind red meat, at least.
What--like, deep-fried? [She's finally looking at him again.] I know all 'bout that shit. Missus Mankanshoku made croquettes all th' time. [A beat, and somewhat softly:] Actually, it's...what she almost always made.
[Another beat, and she clears her throat awkwardly. Man, feeling homesick is weird.]
[Man, this kid was kind of adorable when she opens up. Message received though. He's sure he'd heard of croquettes, even though he couldn't tell you what's in them or how to make them.
That just meant he had to make a quick stop at the library tomorrow too.
A few minutes later, the second sandwich is done, and Harry slides it across the table to her before retiring to the couch with a fresh bottle of beer.]
Take your time on that one, then when we're done we can finish your check-up.
[And she will. The first one's had time to settle, but this one will surely fill up the rest of the space. In fact, she struggles to finish it off, but she's not the kind of person to leave unfinished food behind. The Queen of the Dumpster Dive will not offer handouts to her competitors.
She's content to eat in silence for a while, until a question comes up in her mind.]
Hey, yer, uh...'nother person that washed up on th' beach, right? Ya changed at all yet?
Not yet at least. Thought I had started last week, but it was just a nasty rash from some plant I came in contact with in the fog the day before.
[Thanks to the change of topic, he couldn't help but carefully examine his forearm as he continued.]
But I guess it's only a matter of time at this point. I'm almost curious about what I'll turn out to be. [He wouldn't say it out loud, but a part of him thought becoming a goblin wouldn't be so bad. He'd have access to magic, and his diet wouldn't involve inflicting any permanent injury to other people.
[Seriously, a rash? She quirks an eyebrow before returning to her sandwich, working on another bite as he talks.]
...Do you know what I'm turnin' into? I know I didn't take what people were sayin' all that seriously, but I don't remember hearin' anythin' about growin' rocks or...eyes.
[He takes a moment to ponder. The extra eyes didn't ring a bell on their own, but the rocky growths tripped his recall of someone describing a species he had tangled with a few times before.]
If I were to venture a guess, I'd say a troll. Don't suppose you've found yourself thinking about bridges a lot, have you? [A grin. Come on, that was clever, right? (No it wasn't.)]
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Harry was still around of course. Leaning against the wall opposite the door, to be precise.]
Yeah. Ready to put yourself at the mercy of my trained medical skills? Provided you count having years of experience with this same situation training.
[Being a wizard for hire was rough work. And so was helping out a wizard for hire. He cringed a little after his own joke, mentally apologizing to the laundry list of people who had gotten hurt because of him back in Chicago.
To get himself away from that train of thought, he cut a glance to take inventory of the things he had gathered earlier, all laid out on the small table and single chair pushed into a corner that served as his dining room.
Peroxide, gauze pads, and a small pyramid of rolled bandages.
And one of his shirts, neatly folded. It would practically be a dress on her. The cliche embarrassed him, but it was that or her blood-soaked clothes from earlier.]
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Show me whatcha got.
[Ryuuko heads over to the chair and has herself a seat. Speaking of clothes...]
By the way, I left my clothes in the sink to soak. [So don't get spooked when you go into the bathroom and find a sink full of fabric-and-blood soup.]
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At any rate, he has much bigger concerns right now. Like trying not to watch her back so intently while she walks towards the table, or noting the toned athleticism of her small form, or using that to draw dangerous comparisons to a certain former policewoman with whom Harry's relationship was particularly... tense.
The train of thought was interrupted by one final connection. He hated to think what would have happened if he was still carrying the mantle of the Winter Knight. But that cold, feral, and rapacious magical force had been stripped away with his own magic when he arrived here. Small blessings.]
Let's take care of the one on your chest first. Soaking wet bandages aren't good for anything so we'll have to put off those new horns until your hair dries.
[Grabbing the bottle of peroxide, he dabs it onto a spare gauze pad before pausing a beat and offering the antiseptic-soaked cotton to her.]
I guess you'll want to do at least this much yourself.
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She looks at the cotton in his hand, mostly to avoid looking at him.]
I don't...[She swallows somewhat nervously.] ...think it needs t' be patched up.
[There's a pregnant pause as she gathers up the courage to lower that protective washcloth. Even though she avoids his eye contact, the large eye on her chest stares up at him, with what looks like intense curiosity. For how bizarre it is, Ryuuko's right--there isn't much left that looks like a wound, though the surrounding skin is definitely severely inflamed. It almost gives her new eye the appearance that it's been crying.]
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But was she actually looking at him with it? This wasn't part of any monstrous morphology Harry was personally familiar with, but he felt like a few of the newcomers' pamphlets might have mentioned extra eyes.]
I think you're right. Saves us some trouble at least, but from the looks of it... ha, sorry about that one... popping a couple antibiotics would be smart.
[Diagnosis complete, Harry turned on his heel to spare himself any more thoughts of the way her freshly showered skin shone in the artificial light of his apartment. Remember she's way too young for you bucko.]
Suppose that means we've just got to wait for your hair to dry so I can see how your scalp is healing. In the meantime-
[Flashing on an idea that took his mind completely off of nubile teenage girls, he took a purposeful step towards the kitchen and glanced back over his shoulder.]
Hungry? I'm no Mac, but I make a pretty mean steak sandwich.
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I don't need any damn pills.
[She reaches for that stray folded-up shirt, and throws it on over the towel. Once she gets her head and arms through the holes, she pulls the towel out from the bottom, changing her outfit without risking showing anything off. The towel isn't discarded, however; she drapes it across her shoulders, to keep her hair from dripping on the shirt. The cloth just makes the inflammation even more uncomfortably warm. She winces at it.]
...An icepack'll do.
[A steak sandwich though...that sounds fantastic.]
I'll take whatever yer offerin'.
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Gimme a second, I think I've got some frozen peas in here somewhere.
[Slapping the package of beef down on the counter, he grabbed a box of matches and lit two of the stove top's gas burners.
Reason #2 he could never match up to Mac's cooking (behind not being Mac): nothing beats a griddle for frying up a tasty steak sandwich.]
You won't be disappointed. And I think red meat should do you some good after all that blood loss.
[Once he has two heavy cast iron pans heating over the flames, Harry fishes out the promised bag of frozen peas and sends it underhand through the air in her direction.]
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Good thinkin'. Li'l prone to anemia sometimes.
[More like a long time ago, but whatever. She holds out a hand as soon as he tosses the bag, snatching it out of the air like she's done this before. It gets tucked between the towel and the shirt, and the relief is immediately apparent. Ryuuko practically melts into the chair.
It's like icing a terrible bruise, yet another thing she hasn't experienced in a while...but man, there's something to be said about the sensation of relief.]
Haah...
[That's not a very ladylike way to keep your legs, Ryuuko. Thank goodness this shirt is long enough.]
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Her statement surprises him a little, at least. She definitely didn't seem the type to have any major health issues, but maybe she was just too bull-headed to let them slow her down. Harry could respect that.]
Well if that's the case my home cooking will be right up your alley.
[Once the meat was done, he quickly piles the two sandwiches together and delivers her plate to the table. Of course, since there's only the one chair, Harry opts to lean against the nearest wall.]
Right, let's dig in.
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While she waits, she figures out a way to get the towel to hold up the bag of peas hand-free. She'll need both to double-fist that sandwich Harry's fixed up for her, and boy, when she does, it goes down fast.
God, she's starving.]
Mmmh!
[She swallows a mouthful before speaking.]
Daaaamn, this is good!
[You don't get your hands on beef like this in the ghettos of Tokyo Bay every day.]
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Glad you like it. [He laughs softly before taking another bit of his own sandwich.] You really must have lost a lot of blood before I found you though. Last time I ate that fast was after I had been in a coma [and technically dead] for months. Got room for another?
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Mm...
[She places a hand on her stomach. Despite her activity levels, she usually eats like a bird, and she would have expected that sandwich to be enough...but she's still starving. Maybe it's because of the changes?
She gives him a sheepish smile, turning slightly pink in the cheeks.]
If yer offerin'...
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As you wish, little lady.
[The bow he mimed would probably have been a little more impressive if Harry hadn't wedged the last quarter of his sandwich into his mouth first. Once he's done hamming it up though, it's right back to business, gulping down the last of his meal and restarting preparations for one more sandwich.
After all that food though, he could really use something to wash it down with, so along with the steaks he hooks his fingers around the necks of two brown glass bottles. Nevermind, make that one. Harry might be a terrible influence but there's no way he'd give alcohol to a minor. He did manage to spot something else, at least.]
Want some OJ? Just remembered that's what the Red Cross guys always give you after donating blood.
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If it was another day and she was in a better mood, she probably would have tried to act like a big damn badass and insist that a beer would have been fine. But right now, all she wants is a full stomach and a decent night's sleep. Today's already been way too long.]
Sure.
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Drink up, there's more where that came from too.
[On the way back to the kitchen he tosses a question over his shoulder.]
Your hair about dry yet? From that new eye of yours I have a feeling your head's healed up by now, but once you're done eating I'd still feel better if we were sure.
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Lithe fingers run their way through her hair, rigidly taking a sip of the juice he brought her and avoiding eye contact with him.]
Still damp.
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He's already busy tossing a fresh piece of meat in the pan when she answers.]
Gotcha. [Speaking of the third steak he's cooked today though...] Anything you want to eat tomorrow? Guess I won't need to buy more bandages, but the fridge is starting to remind me of those times when I haven't had a case in a few weeks.
[He doesn't blame you at all, it's just that a lone guy's fridge is usually pretty sparse to begin with.]
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Whatever's yer usual. M'not that picky.
[But does she have anything in particular that she wants? Even if she thinks about it, nothing comes to mind.]
Ain't that familiar with Western food anyway.
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[Another beat, and she clears her throat awkwardly. Man, feeling homesick is weird.]
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[Man, this kid was kind of adorable when she opens up. Message received though. He's sure he'd heard of croquettes, even though he couldn't tell you what's in them or how to make them.
That just meant he had to make a quick stop at the library tomorrow too.
A few minutes later, the second sandwich is done, and Harry slides it across the table to her before retiring to the couch with a fresh bottle of beer.]
Take your time on that one, then when we're done we can finish your check-up.
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She's content to eat in silence for a while, until a question comes up in her mind.]
Hey, yer, uh...'nother person that washed up on th' beach, right? Ya changed at all yet?
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[Thanks to the change of topic, he couldn't help but carefully examine his forearm as he continued.]
But I guess it's only a matter of time at this point. I'm almost curious about what I'll turn out to be. [He wouldn't say it out loud, but a part of him thought becoming a goblin wouldn't be so bad. He'd have access to magic, and his diet wouldn't involve inflicting any permanent injury to other people.
And he'd have access to magic.]
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...Do you know what I'm turnin' into? I know I didn't take what people were sayin' all that seriously, but I don't remember hearin' anythin' about growin' rocks or...eyes.
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If I were to venture a guess, I'd say a troll. Don't suppose you've found yourself thinking about bridges a lot, have you? [A grin. Come on, that was clever, right? (No it wasn't.)]
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