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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Stiles | Teen Wolf

[spasmodic]

[ Wishes, huh? Maybe it wasn't a good thing to be testing this whole system and process, but there were just so many things he wanted to test, just to check out the limits of this whole -- unlimited wish thing. ]

[ It means his room being a clutter-mess of objects, a cacophony of ideas and whims, and it means Stiles is prowling the halls right now with a pump-action water gun, peeking around corners and fully outfitted in all black, war stripes under his eyes. As if it's going to help him blend in. With a castle. ]

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OPTION A

[ Suddenly, Stiles jumps out from behind the corner with a sharp 'HA' and ends up spraying you squarely in the chest, touting his gun over his shoulder confidently. ] That's point one to: Lieutenant Stilinski.

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OPTION B

[ He's got another gun hanging off his belt loop haphazardly, similar to the one he has for himself, one that he's handing off to you right now with the most serious of serious expressions on his face. Take the gun if you want, but he's going to deepen his voice and try the whole Schwarzenegger accent thing. ]

Come with me if you want to rampage.

a!

[nadezda]

[ If there's anything you shouldn't do to a K.G.B. agent already on high alert after finding herself suddenly abducted to an improbably beautiful and exceedingly suspicious castle-- It's got to be spraying her with a water gun and then bragging about it.

It crosses Elizabeth's mind once, just once, that he's just a stupid kid who probably knew no better but while her husband would laugh and play along, she is too tightly wound to let it go. So here she comes, first swinging her leg impossibly high to deliver a solid kick to his head while holding both her fists in front of her, ready for retaliation. Bad idea, Lieutenant Stilinski. ]

[spasmodic]

[ Maybe it's a lifetime of seeing that look on people's faces, that doesn't want to fuck around with his sarcasm and his practical jokes and whatever else he might be throwing out at the world, but he very nearly dodges that foot. Her heel catches him right on the cheek and he goes stumbling, clutching at his face and dropping the gun on the ground. ]

Whoa, whoa! Whoa! [ His other hand throws itself out, waving emphatically and placating as he can manage. ] Tae kwon do? 'Nam flashbacks? What? Lady!

[nadezda]

[ Did he just ask her about Vietnam? Damn Americans. She does lower her guard, though still frowning deeply at him. Not a fighter, from the way he waves his arm about, but that's easy enough to fake. ]

I want to speak with your commander.

[ Her words are clearly articulated, a certain sneer forming on her lips as she utters commander. Whoever it was that thought it would be a good idea to abduct her and take her away from her family. ]

[spasmodic]

Uhhh.

[ So this chick is intense. Opens right with kicks to the head and the fists, at least the fists are away, because he was pretty sure they were going to start aiming for the same place. Stiles mouths an 'ow', opens his jaw wide and adjusts it as though he has to set it back in place. His commander? ]

No hablo Inglés?

[ Wow, yeah, that's going to work now. ]

It's a Super Soaker, did you really have to open with the roundhouse?

option b obvs

[tartanisstylish]

[There are no English words for the face Aziraphale is currently making. Once there were probably some words in a language, but it's lost to time now, and that's probably for the best. It wouldn't be a nice word at all.]

I'm sorry?

[He is not sorry. He's just baffled.]

together we will go on an adventure

[spasmodic]

Uh huh.

[ He wiggles the gun importantly, even thrusting it at Aziraphale's chest just to punctuate his point. ] Here, here. Not, like, 'woo!', 'hurrah!', 'hear, hear!', but take this gun, is what I mean.

AND WHAT AN ADVENTURE IT SHALL BE

[tartanisstylish]

No!

[--he says hastily and then realizes that's probably rude, and he should be worried about that, shouldn't he? Probably. He bats the gun away ineffectually nevertheless.]

No. Thank you. No woos or hurrahs or guns. [Why would there be any of the above, even? Why would there ever.]

WELL NOT IF YOU'RE GONNA BE A BUTT ABOUT IT, ANGELFACE

[spasmodic]

Sir -

[ Look, he's bored, okay, and he needs to find something to occupy his time. He has no idea who this guy is, but it's, for some reason, of the utmost importance to convince him over to Stiles' side. Call him a sucker for a challenge. ]

I'm afraid I can't take 'no' for an answer. No hurrahs, but there's trouble afoot.

A, obviously

[threadtheneedle]

[Sure, kidnapped to a magic castle, it's weird. You adjust though, after awhile. And wishing for anything ever, that's pretty much a good trade and, you know, she's pretty fine with murderous monsters only being a thing like once a month instead of once a week or more.

Sometimes, though, she gets Stiles'd. Out he comes with his big dumb fake gun and he sprays her, right in the chest.

That shirt he just soaked? Yeah, it was a brand new wished up from the castle white shirt with all these great ruffles and now it's ruined. She just stands there, hands out and her mouth dropped open and there is water dripping off her before-]

Stiles!

[So shrill.]

[spasmodic]

[ Oh - Ohohohohohoho, and it's the stilted chuckle that he lets out after the initial moment of shock and maybe some mild regret. No, he's decided on no regret. Even if her shirt is very white. And very wet. And very see-through. At this moment in time. ]

[ Stiles' mouth breaks into a slow smile as he realizes who exactly he's dealing with - maybe assessing the degree to which she can thoroughly kick his ass, sure - but he's pretty confident she's not going to be doing anything. Yet. ]

Allison! [ He sounds jovial, and even drops his gun from the ready. ] Heyyyyy, buddy, how you doin'? Settling in? Gettin' comfy?

[threadtheneedle]

[Ooooh she's telling Scott on you, you little perv!]

Stiles! Eyes up!

[She covers up her chest with one arm and smacks at his shoulder with the other hand, because that's just the automatic reaction when you notice a teenage boy is staring at your boobs when he really probably shouldn't be.

But it's Stiles. She doesn't hit him that hard.]

[spasmodic]

Eyes!

[ He can't help himself, okay, there's vibrant hormones aflutter within his system at any given moment in time. Vibrant. His mouth agape, his gaze goes upward and he points a finger forward, twitching it between the two of them as if to punctuate that he is looking very directly there. ]

Very nice. Very brown.

a

[purpled]

[There's a squeal of laughter as the water just pours all over her chest and doesn't even muss the large gem embedded into her very flesh.]

Haha, you got me! [Is that a super soaker in her hands now?] But just you wait! You're gonna be sucking on so much water, people'll think you're a fish!

[spasmodic]

Holy God, you're purple.

[ Is all he seems to have to say at first - is that a jewel in her chest, he can't - but, hey, if she's game, he's game, and he automatically raises his gun at the ready again, not to be deterred. ]

I must warn you. I'm very skilled in the ways -- of the water cannon. [ Another small spritz quick, this time aimed for her forehead. ] Come at me, bro.

[purpled]

[She simply grins, laughter tickling her tone.] Yeah, and that's not going to wash off any time soon!

[And, hilariously enough, Amethyst makes no move to dodge the water straight at her head. She must like the whole getting wet part. Maybe.] Okay, all your free shots are over! This bro's coming atcha!

[HERE SHE COMES!]

[spasmodic]

[ SHIT ]

[ No time for, once again, revamping his definition of the word 'impossible', because there's a new purple chick coming at him with a water gun, with gusto, and, hey, it's what he was looking for: a good fight. He's not going to complain. ]

[ He does, however, trip and stumble and flail out his arms to catch his balance in his sudden attempt to get back and away from her. ] Gotta catch me first!

[ Confident, from someone who nearly just sprawled over right on his ass. ]

a

[teenagebadboy]

[Aaron defiantly doesn't enjoy getting soaked. He glares back at Stiles as his anger and temper rises.]

What the heck lad?

[spasmodic]

[ Instead both of Stiles' arms drop, the gun slapping by his side as they fall. ]

Why does no one here enjoy my whimsy and charm?

[teenagebadboy]

Kinda hard to get appreciation when you soak people, innit. You get what you deserve then.

[spasmodic]

[ Should he even ask? ]

And what do rapscallions deserve around these parts when they do?

A

[lurkerwolf]

[Derek didn't like this place at all. It was not where he was supposed to be. But he had gone exploring regardless. But as went down the hall, he barely caught a familiar smell before Stiles shot him in the chest, with a eater gun. Derek halts and looks down onto his soaked white shirt and then he looks back up at Stiles.]

Really, Lieutenant Stilinski? [Have the most unimpressed and flat look ever.]

[spasmodic]

Oh, like you can't wish up new clothes. [ Stiles jeers back a little, and sprays another spritz out at Derek, nearly missing - wow, there's a bad idea - before he's touting the gun back and onto his shoulder instead. ]

[ Heh heh heh. He'd shot Derek with a Super Soaker. ]

But look at how far we've come. I'm not laughing at your expense, [ yet, ] I'm still alive on account of you not eating my face off, that part's important.

[lurkerwolf]

[Another frown. He hadn't dared to wish for anything yet, mostly because it seems strange to get whatever you want for free. That never happens.]

And now we're abducted to a medieval castle. Yes we have certainly gone from awful to bad.

[Derek then eyes the Super Soaker and consider slicing it up as payback. But Stiles would probably just wish for a new one. Instead he focuses on Stiles.] Why are you dressed like that? Think you're Rambo or something?

[spasmodic]

You say medieval, I say I have a bed about the size of my entire room. So far as kidnapping goes, they're pretty cushy.

[ Plus free stuff. Like that's not worrying. ]

[ What is worrying - for Stiles, right now, apparently, because someone here doesn't want to really address how grave the situation at hand is, who might be missing him, all the problems that come with that; instead of worrying, Stiles has this water gun - is that Derek thinks he's Rambo of all people. ]

Me and all my rippling muscles. [ He beats a fist against his chest. ] Haha, ow. No, I was going for more of a Solid Snake sort of feel? Do I need a headband? Is it missing a headband? Give me your honest opinion.