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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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. ]

WEH

[familyissues]

[ Hold up, he knows that voice. Desmond double-takes at her, flooded with sudden relief. ]

Maria? Maria! Christ, I thought I was the only one.

I'M ALREADY SAD

[givetheslip]

[She halts at the sound of her name, confused that anyone nearby knows it.]

The only one what?

[And then she blinks in surprise, because damn if this man doesn't look eerily familiar. Yet she's certain they've never met. ]

sobbing into hands

[familyissues]

[ Don't mind him, he's just going to barrel right on ahead because this is Maria and she gets it and thank god she's here at least. ]

How long have you been here? Have you seen anyone else?

He'll wake up in the shop tomorrow with the weirdest hangover

[givetheslip]

Some weeks now--I'm sorry, who are you?

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.

[familyissues]

Well, the gods clearly haven't, because I'm still here.

[ DUH, bro. Duh. ]

[unmanned]

[No bro, no. James' eyebrow lifts, ever so slightly. Not the first time anyone had thought about gods here, but that was Connor and if it helped the boy come to terms with the magic in this place, then so be it. This was a grown man, however.]

No gods in this place. Just the castle. [The closest thing to a god here, giving and taking as it pleases.]

[familyissues]

[ Look, the gods where he's from live in a castle you are so unhelpful, none for you, buddy. ]

Yes. We're in the castle. Therefore- oh fuck it- THOR! It's way too soon for this kind of shit, man, I had shit to do today!

[unmanned]

[Aaaaand this is why James had been hesitant to start helping people out left and right. They could be touched in the head. Explaining Paradisa is much more of a personal sacrifice than getting your hands bloody to save some lives.]

Hell, man! Quiet down. There ain't no Thor here. You're on your own.

[Deity wise. Maybe explanation wise, if he keeps making a ruckus.]

[familyissues]

[ Something in the other man's tone gives him pause. Reels Desmond in and buttons his lip. ]

What's the significance of the castle then? I saw the journal, I've read the liner notes, what's next? What do I have to do to get back home?

[unmanned]

You wait. Live as you can. The castle don't seem to have rhyme or reason with the way it sends folk back or pulls 'em in.

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?