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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[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?

[nadezda]

[ They look like us, they speak better English than we do. But the slangs trip her up, Roundhouse, the way they wouldn't if Philip were here instead of her. He was always better at catching on to such things. She stretches her lips to a thin, thin smile so thin that there's only a single line of extreme unhappiness at all his jesting. ]

Super Soaker, huh? What-- is this a neighborhood party I never got invited to? Is that what passes as manners these days?

[spasmodic]

Man- [ Stiles cuts himself off to give her an incredulous expression. ] You kicked me in the face. Is that what passes as manners these days?

[ Honestly. ]

[ He should probably know better by now than to laugh in the face of potential danger, scrawny little human and all, armed with only a water gun and his own wits about him, but, well. His learning curve was surprisingly slumming in favor of his own curiosity. Incredulity definitely counts into it. ]

It's just, you know. [ And he snatches up his gun again in one fell swoop, indignantly. ] Fun. You know what that is, right? Fun?

[nadezda]

Fun, huh?

[ No. That's the problem really. Elizabeth doesn't know what fun is. Can you eat it? Can it kill? No? Then no, she doesn't know it. She doesn't even find ice cream olympics fun and that's got to be some kind of new low.

But that reminds her of Philip, Philip with his way of telling her to relax, to let loose, to be more like them, which has her feeling even angrier than if he had kept spraying her with a water gun. As swift as someone with 20 years of experience of needing to be fast, she reaches for his collar, intending to slam his back against the wall and pinning him there. Sheis slight with wiry limbs, the very picture of suburbia in her blue fuzzy sweater and soft sneakers. But she wields about the same strength as a well-built man nearly twice her size, relying on the velocity of her attack to try and knock the breath out of him with the impact. ]

Is this fun? Are we having fun now? Call your commander now.

[ It's not you, Stiles, it's her. ]

[spasmodic]

[ She's got not only the one-up on him but, well, Stiles doesn't weigh more than 150 pounds sopping wet, so all those wiry limbs go flailing as he's pushed backwards, suddenly and violently. ]

H-o-kay.

[ The wind gets knocked out of him with a whoosh, his back slammed up against the wall and his collar - and consequentially, defensively, his shoulders - up around his ears. Fun? Are they having fun? A little funny at first, sure, she's so not in the know, but now that she's continuing to not get the idea, there's irritation bleeding into his expression. A little vehemence. ]

[ One of his hands goes up again, fingers splayed, a sign of placation. ]

I'm enjoying our little talk, I really am? But, lady, if you're going to be wearing your britches this tight then I'm going to have to partake in something else. Somewhere. [ A beat. ] Do you get it? There's no commander! What are you gonna do, beat up a teenager about it?

[nadezda]

[ There's a point, usually, after which she can know for certain that anything that falls from a person's lips must be the truth because they've lost any and all intention for withholding it. The boy seems close to it, but not quite beyond it.

Elizabeth tries to jerk him back against the wall, leaning close enough that he would be able to feel her breath on his face. She's sneering with so much ferocity that none would blame him for thinking she wanted to basically eat him alive. It's her children's lives at stake if she doesn't figure this out and get back. It's Philip's life. It's the mission at stake. She has everything to lose. ]

You won't be partaking in anything, anywhere, until I get to the bottom of this. Who are you and where are we? Start talking. Now.

[spasmodic]

[ Intense. ]

[ Unfortunately, Stiles is doing the opposite of backing down, jaw squaring as she leans in closer to him and resisting the urge to just -- spray gun her into submission. Maybe he doesn't want to get kicked again. But if he's not going to let alpha werewolves boss him around? He's sure as hell not going to let this chick. ]

Gee, I don't know, a castle? A really fancy hotel with too many soaps that I could, quite frankly, never afford. [ The sarcasm isn't helping, Stiles. ] I don't know! Castle Paradisa, that's all everyone keeps saying! I don't know where it is, I don't even know who you are. Not exactly the way you wanna start your introductions.

[nadezda]

A castle.

[ Elizabeth scoffs, leaning in close enough that he could probably feel her breath against his cheek-- but then, she backs off quickly, putting three steps between them as soon as she lets him go. She runs one hand through her hair in exasperation, still glaring daggers at him.

He's right though. She hardly has reason to attack him. A water gun? How far you've fallen, Nadezhda. ]

Fine. What's your name?