Test Drive Meme!

[paradisamods]

TEST DRIVE MEME Welcome to the Test Drive Meme! Whether you're considering joining paradisa for the first time or you just want to test out a new muse, this is the place to do it. Only character journals allowed, please! Feel free to have your character roam any of the castle's rooms, grounds locations, or City Royale. Thanks for your interest, and have fun! Premise: You wake up in a giant, magical castle. Everything is beautiful and the castle grants material wishes. It also provides a magic journal to every resident that allows everyone to communicate with each other like a two-way radio.

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Lance | Pokemon Adventures

[watarudoing]

[Grant wishes, was it.

There were many things he would want to wish for, but Lance knows that a wish is really only granted if you do it yourself. So he can't say he's absolutely into the idea of being able to get anything material he's ever wanted - mostly because he grew up needing anything but...

... But something. He can't exactly remember what it was he had, but it's made him satisfied enough just to be content with roaming the Enchanted Forest, on and off the golden path. It had the same feeling as the Viridian Forest back home, honestly. Even if there was something off about it.

Off about everything. Kind of nameless. Who knows.

The cape loving dude will also be quietly bewildered by the Seasonal Rooms. Spring, okay. Summer, a little hot. Fall, very pretty. Winter, fuck winter.]

[wildcatofthenorth]

[Thirrin is most displeased by her sudden change in location. First she on her the road to make an alliance with one of Icemark's most ancient enemies, and now she's in some foreign castle while her kingdom is at war? No, she doesn't like this at all, and she has no intentions to stay. Not if she can help it.

The young shield maiden princess can be found stalking around the castle with a cross expression on her face and a tight grip on her sword. Once she finds someone, she stands straighter and addresses them in her most authoritative voice, the one she reserves for royal necessities.]

You there! A word, if you will.

[fearbringer]

[Pitch turns slowly, regarding the woman coolly. In actuality, he's tickled pink at how many people can see him, but most of the time, he's been carefully hiding his glee-- he figures that he comes off as more sinister and intimidating that way.]

Yes?

Anne Bonny | Assassin's Creed

[ohrot]

A. Terrere Tower, Summer Room
[Where else is a pirate to go but to the room with the beach? Anne spends much of her time here for a taste of home, the fake thing almost enough to ease her homesick heart. Her trouser rolled up to the knee, she walks through the water and watches the waves coming in, tipping the odd crab over as it scuttles along.]

B. City Royale
[Sitting idle in Paradisa had been a thing Anne had readily adapted to, her first few months. Nothing but staying in doors and sampling the rich foods, the ease of life, spending much of her time in the company of the best friends she had ever known. It had been a fine thing, having all that time to do as she pleased.

But she's wild at heart, and before long the cleanness of the castle began to bore. Out she had ventured into that cursed snow, into the city surrounding and right into the seedier parts of that royal city. Securing herself a job at a tavern had been an easy thing, and now she has herself something to do on those boring nights.

But of course she's leaned down to mop up a spilled mug of ale when she hears the door open and close, so she waves a hand from behind the bar to signal she knows she has a customer.]

Just shout out what it is you want, I'll be there shortly!

SCREAMINGKFKDKSMSLSMSMDLSSMDMDK .... A

[ex_pissoff757]

[ This is as close to home as they're going to get and some days it's better than nothing at all. In his spare time (which he has a lot of here with no ships to chase, no real treasure to plunder) Edward is more than likely to venture up to the summer room and seat himself on the beach for a few hours until Mary joins him.

As he enters and kicks off his boots, taking them up in hand to carry, he heads for the water. Other than the lone figure at the water, it's just them.

Edward spares them a glance, the sand warm beneath his bare feet and gritty between his toes. He can imagine the water lapping against his ankles and longs for the real sea. Another glance at the figure and he squints, slowing in his steps until he comes to a complete stop some feet away.

That red hair, the height, the form.

Edward doesn't dare hope, doesn't dare to dream.

Is that... ]

...Anne?

[ Only two women in his life has gorgeous red curls like that, Caroline and ... Anne. ]

bbbbbbbbbb

[unmanned]

[Well, if that isn't curious. Mary bites back a chuckle, setting down the handful of flowers she'd plucked from the glass house on the bar before peering over to see what Anne is up to down there.]

Busy night?

b sure why not

[therewolf]

[ Well, it's not like he can really get drunk. There's no real reason to be here other than the fact that he needs distraction, he needs something to do. Maybe someone to talk to. There's a bit of a bustle about this place that feels comfortable and not too boisterous, enough white noise. But the guy in the head to toe black looks terribly out of place in a joint like this. ]

[ He leans over the bar anyway, to get a better look at who that hand belongs to. He'd offer help, chivalry and all. But he's pretty sure she's got it covered. Ale, strong, he can smell it from here. ]

That depends. How's your cooking?

SUMMER ROOM B)

[assassino]

[Ezio came to the summer room for a swim, which is what he is preparing to do right now... in a change room, fortunately. He steps out in his swimming trunks and laughs when he sees Anne wading in with her pants pulled up.]

We should get you one of those bikinis, Anne! We'd all have a little more fun!

Desmond Miles | Assassin's Creed | Asgard CRAU herp

[familyissues]

Castle - anywhere!

Oh fuck me.

[ This is a stupid curse, it has to be. Maybe reparations had to be made for drinking himself into a stupor last night and needing Ezio's steady presence to stagger back to Sigyn. Desmond recalls getting to the welcome house, sobering up slowly, talking into the small hours with nonno and then. Sleep?

Now though, this. This is something insane. This is way beyond genderswapping or reliving childhood, this is a whole world apart of what he knows. Even the castle isn't the same as Asgard's, and he can certainly tell, having climbed all the way up onto the roof for a bird's eye view.

No districts radiating out from the castle like spokes in a wheel, nothing of the Holy City, just the town that spreads out below, offensive in its completely inoffensive appearance. This isn't Asgard, this isn't home.

What the holy fuck is going on. ]

This isn't funny anymore!

[ Because shouting at the ceiling helps, right? ]


City

[ More roof-running, though every so often he climbs down to disappear among the natives with practiced ease, looking in at everyone and everything. Though he has a little more in the way of answers, the knowledge has settled like a cold lump of iron deep in his belly. Desmond recognizes not a single person among the residents, and for all that the town itself is clearly full of people, the Assassin feels very lost and wholly alone.

It's getting dark soon, he should probably head back. He accidentally jostles a passerby, and automatically reaches to steady them by the arm, offering a muted ]

Sorry.

City

[givetheslip]

It's all right.

[Maria answers automatically, not bothered by a little jostle. Paradisa has become more or less familiar by now, but the lack of purpose is still strange. So she roams the surrounding land, looking for one. She hasn't found it. She barely even glances at the stranger as she seeks to move past him. ]

castle

[unmanned]

[James Kidd is getting familiar with all of the signs of new residents. The confused wandering, the lost expressions, and yes--sometimes they're fucking loud.]

Don't think the city heard you, mate.

hey kid of the future B)

[assassino]

[Ezio doesn't even look up from his book –– something he picked up off of Lana's shelf, something 50 Shades of Grey or worse –– and eyes Desmond from across the lobby's lounge. He's just one dude in a sea of armchairs and couches, and he's probably nursing a hangover or something. What else would drive him to pluck books from his girlfriend's long-neglected bookshelf?]

Lower your voice, Desmond.

[And then he does look up, almost surprised with himself. Wait. Desmond is back?

There's Ezio in all his usual glory, thirty-something and wide-eyed and sporting something between a 5 o'clock shadow and a proper beard. (He hasn't decided whether to grow it out again, between Molotov and Stephanie's opposing opinions.) He's staring at Desmond with a bemused look.]

When did you get here?

garrett // thief

[blackhand]

[a. the roof

Leave it to Garrett to avoid everyone as much as possible during the day, choosing instead to climb the stairs to the highest point in the castle and look over what supposedly is the city of this "Paradisa." He's anything but a believer of magic, of things that could or should not happen, yet somehow he can't recall how he's gotten here, or how he can get back. It unsettles him despite the blank demeanor he wears, mask covering half his face, a man in black leather staring out into the city as a whole, trying to understand where he is. In a way, it reminds him of the clocktower, but it is still too open, still too vulnerable for others to just casually invade his space. Paradisa is far too cheerful and lively for his liking.

b. hallways

The next time he's seen, it's when it's dark, at night. While the hallway may be lit well, Garrett manages to find the shadows and stick to them with ease, dousing candles with his fingers or whisking out bunches of them in a single swipe of his arm. It's not enough to completely darken the hallways (seeing as there's lights and all too), but it gives him more shadow to disappear into and move along rather easily.

Right now, he's on the prowl. Prowl for what, you may ask. Well, he is a thief.

Those pretty baubles or valuables you've got with you in your rooms while you're sleeping? He'll just try to sneak into that darkened room and take those, thank you very much. Even if this is a new place, the Master Thief won't forget his habits, or what may come of them if things go sideways.]

This work for B?

[upjacobsladder]

[For all the places Shinobu could be magically -- yes, for real, no shitting around with that -- transported to, this Paradisa wasn't all that bad. The castle already had a room set up for her, outfitted with closet and dresser space, a table, a window to enjoy the view, and a plush bed.

Which she rustled in side to side, huffing when she couldn't get comfortable enough to actually well. Sleep. Because as nice and comfy as these medieval accommodations were, being warped into a completely different world and time didn't exactly settle her mind.

At least along the way, she hadn't lost Jacob's Ladder. The katana, along with the black scabbard it's sheathed in, bear silver accents. The hilt is wrapped in red grip. The blade was an heirloom from her father, passed down by her father too soon after his untimely death. Whether assassination mission or a simple jaunt in the park, Shinobu never went without her sword. And in case some creep had any ideas sneaking around her room, it was behind her nightstand for easy access.]


((OOC: Sword in the pic's from the first game in the series. The one described looks exactly the same minus the cutesy feather/figurines.))

Jenny Scott | Assassin's Creed

[toyboat]

[In the Summer Room, there is a little girl in a heavy dress, which she holds up above her ankles as she runs barefoot through the shallowest part of the waves. Her red hair shines in the sun as she chases the little fish and the crabs that the waves bring in, and she laughs as she occasionally bends to lift up a starfish and throw it back into the deeper water.

Jenny Scott is alone but not afraid. She's crossed the ocean by herself, she's steered a ship (not a boat, a ship) a little, and she's got her dolly. Besides that, she'd met her father on a beach, and thus is sure he's somewhere about, watching her and keeping her safe from afar.

He'd been so earnest about it on the Jackdaw.

And that means she's fine to keep playing in the surf.]

omg

[ohrot]

[There's something familiar about this girl running about through the water, kicking it up and soaking that pretty dress of hers. She's a cute little thing and Anne can't help but smile as she watches her play, can't help but make her way on over to say hello.

It's on one of those chases that Anne sicks a foot out in front of the crab Jenny's after, stopping the thing in its tracks and watching as it tries to climb up over her boot. Unharmed, just impeded now.]

There, you've got it now!

oooomg

[unmanned]

[James doesn't care much for children.

However, seeing one in familiar dress and playing about so carefree is enough reason to give pause.]

You left one behind, there. [Kidd nods over at a large starfish, half hidden in the wet sand.]

............................ baby girl :'(

[ex_pissoff757]

[ There are a number of things that catch Edward's eye as he approaches the shore line. Strawberry blonde hair catching in the sun, a gown of blues and white, childish laughter. Someone splashing about.

Jenny--?

Edward watches the young girl from a distance, watches as she bends to lift something up and throw it as far as she can, her laughter carrying. Watching her and keeping her safe from afar is one way of putting it, while he's afraid that should he approach her, she might disappear.

Not a day's gone by since his arrival in this Paradisa where Jenny was but a distant memory. No, she's always been at the forefront of his mind, the possibility that a day such as this might come about.

With his boots in hand and barefoot, Edward moves towards her. She's clearly uninjured and enjoying herself. Seeing her is like a weight lifted off of his shoulders; Caroline can finally rest in peace, their daughter has, yet again, found her way to him.

She's obviously his daughter, her love and enjoyment of the sea and the beach is more than clear to him. ]

Have you come across any treasure yet?

[lurkerwolf]

[Ever since his arrival Derek has made his best to find his bearings. But it's like no other place he has been too before. It smells different and looks different. He had explored the first floor already and found his way to the kitchen. He memorizes the location before heading outside to take a look around the grounds. And that's where he can be found, sneaking around and trying to not draw any attention to himself.]

Peter Parker | Ultimate Marvel Comics | With Paradisa memories

[webbing]

[ Here's Spider-manboy perched up on top of the wall right above the castle's front doors, staring out across the castle lawn. Is that a forlorn look on his face?

God only knows, because this loser still has his mask on. He does give an exaggerated sigh though, so there's so indication of his mood right now. Also speaking in a loud voice like he's actually trying to get the attention of anyone that might be walking through the door under him right now. ]

What's the chances I'll wake up if I pinch myself hard enough, and this will all turn out to be some terrible dream. Sure I've been beaten black and blue here several times before and it didn't do anything to wake me up, but hope springs eternal, am I right?

[ A pause. ]

I have no idea if I used that quote correctly.

[fearbringer]

It was correct enough.

[Hey, Peter. Have a creepy shadowy guy walking towards you.]

Do you know where you are?

Hecate | Hellboy/BPRD

[gorgoneyes]

[[note that for purposes of threads not just being WHOA WHAT ARE YOU, hecate is in the form of heca-emem-ra -- essentially an impossibly beautiful, racially ambiguous woman who seems to be allergic to shirts.]]

[It's morning, and Hecate is reveling in the fact that she can touch the sun.

She's out on the grounds, exploring the courtyard, touching leaves and other flora with such awe that one may guess she hasn't ever seen these things before. And if one were to guess such a thing, they'd be close, but not quite right -- she's seen them, but not in the sunlight for years and years. Centuries and eons. Before the current race of Man, longer than anyone could remember.

Of course, Hecate is a creature of the night. Born out of the shadow of the moon and living in caves. But she still remembers the Golden People -- the Golden People and their temples and the sun. This castle isn't the same, it's a poor imitation, but a starving man will eat filth to survive.

She's dressed in little but an elaborate headdress and a shift that doesn't leave very much to the imagination, her breasts bare and her eyes squinting under the centuries-unfamiliar glare of the sun.]

ye

[purpled]

[Well, here's a purple people. I mean person. What do you think about those people? If you've seen any. This one has a gigantic gem stuck to the middle of her chest. Isn't that neat?

And she's just crossing paths with you. Whoa. What a stone cold betty.]

Pretty sure staring into the sun is kind of a bad thing!

Varvara | Hellboy/BPRD

[varvara]

[There is a small blonde child in the kitchen. She's wearing a very fancy white dress, her hair is in ringlets, and there's a similarly-dressed and coiffed doll next to her on the counter. The girl is short -- no older than eight -- and so she has to stand on a stool in order to reach the counter.

What is she doing by the counter? She's pounding back vodka.]

Katiya. [This seems to be the doll's name, as she's now addressing it, pointing at its painted-on face.] Is magic world which grants magic wishes. But I am doubting is very good magic wishes, if vodka wished for all comes out Italian.

Amelia Peabody Emerson | Amelia Peabody

[anothershirtruined]

[Amelia was a very practical woman. Upon finding herself in a lobby that she didn't recognize, and that she was quite certain belonged to no establishment in Egypt, Amelia refuses to react in the way expected of females. No, instead she draws her parasol, and immediately uses it to prod at the nearest person.

She was going to get some answers.]

[toobravehearted]

[Is that a blunt pokey thing in his back?] Ouch!

[He spins around quickly, one hand ready to hopefully deflect the - what it is it? - a parasol from another poke to his front.]

Madam. Is there really a call for that?

Klarion Bleak | DC comics

[beneathbluerafters]

[Appearing in the middle of a strange castle doesn't faze Klarion in the least. As far as he's concerned, it's just another place to explore as he likes, and he'll teleport away once he starts to get bored. Of course, he won't be so enthusiastic once he finds out he can't leave, but in the meantime, he's discovered the kitchen and oh sweet heaven...!

The kitchen itself looks like it's been ransacked. Snacks, candy, and open boxes of every sugary, unhealthy cereal known to man litter the counters, and Klarion is going from cupboard to cupboard, raiding each one. He's carrying an open box of Fruit Loops under one arm, and is happily snacking away on the cereal as if he were eating a bag of potato chips. Every now and then, he reaches up and obligingly gives a kernel to the large cat that's wrapped around his shoulders like a mink stole.]

Such delicious extravagancies, Teekl! A castle this grand is fit for the very finest of kings! Do you think they have the small marshmallow ducks?

[secondchances]

[It's just another day in Paradisa, one of those lulls after a few deaths and castle tricks. Stephanie doesn't bother changing out of her pajamas, because how many people can she run into on a short trip to raid the kitchen herself? She's got her nose in the journal as her slippers slide across the threshold of the room, and she glances up to see a mess, Klarion, and that furball of his.

Stephanie stops, reassessing the situation. Klarion. Cat. Mess. Klarion.

Klarion. Klarion.

Of all the people to see from home...]

Sooooo this is unexpected...