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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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.

110% a butt and a party pooper, it's in his job description

[tartanisstylish]

And your solution is to point a gun at it?

[This is the most skeptical eyebrow that's ever been raised at you, Stiles. Ever.]

Speaking from experience, that generally doesn't work. Or at best only works temporarily.

challenge thoroughly accepted

[spasmodic]

[ Really, dude, we're going to do the whole gun awareness speech thing here and now? With Super Soakers? Stiles hasn't given up his attempts, still holding the gun out towards Aziraphale, wiggling it just as tempting. ]

I have an idea, let's - let's pretend they're not real guns - [ A little patronizing, and hushed like it's a secret. ] - and instead they're just filled with water. Huh? Maybe we can try that.

ho HO

[tartanisstylish]

[He gives Stiles a Look™ and takes the Super Soaker between two fingers, as though he's handling a dead rat.]

You never know with these things. [A Dark Portentous Mutter, and also utterly true. He's seen things. He's seen things.]

[spasmodic]

You didn't really think it was - You know what, let's let that sleeping dog stay in its cozy little blanket bed.

[ At least he's taken the gun! Baby steps! It's going somewhere! ] Now. [ And he hefts his own gun up at the ready, giving Aziraphale a Serious Nod. ] The first step is a game plan. The mission? Survive.

[tartanisstylish]

. . . No.

[Sorry, Stiles, he's just going to give you a stern look and quite possibly a lecture if you don't interrupt him very quickly.]