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]

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?