Test-Drive Meme!

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TEST-DRIVE MEME

Maybe you've considered appping a new character but you're not sure how well they would adjust to the in-game scenario? Well, here's a chance to give it a try!

• Post with a character journal you'd like to voicetest or you've considered apping to Ruby City. Feel free to play them as newcomers or as if they've been here for a while - the setting is your own choice.

•Respond to other threads with new characters or with characters who are already in the game.

• Explore different interactions, find castmates, develop possible CR - anything you want, as long as you have fun!

Comments

[keephersafe]

[He gives a slow, jerky shake of his head to the question, keeping his eyes steadily on Stiles. His mind is racing, but as ever, his lips and tongue and limited language are failing his cognitive abilities. If he could, he'd explain to Stiles what he is, what he was doing, he'd have so many questions, but he the words flutter like delicate insects just out of his grasp, dissolving to nothing when he manages to touch them.

R draws in a quick breath through his nose so he can speak.]

Not going.. to hurt. Won't.. eat.

[There's the tiniest ghost of a smile.]

Just talk.

[hypercompetent]

[He takes out the trusty baseball bat and points it at him, but--he's not really looking like he's going to attack. Stiles is scared, hell yes he's scared, but he's also got a good head on his shoulders and as much as he'd like to kill it with fire (not literally, unfortunately), he's not about to miss out on this chance. It could not be homicidal. Maybe.

Besides how often do you get to say you've talked to a zombie?] Weee can totally talk from right here. Me here, and you...you, far over there.

[keephersafe]

.. Okay.

[Sure. Sure, he can do that. R looks around. The posters might tell him something, if he could read them, but the letters swim and refuse to form into words.

It's about a minute before he realises he's been staring at one of the posters for long enough that it might be assumed he's zoned out, and he glances back over at Stiles.]

Me over here. You.. there. [Pause.] Where.. is this?

[hypercompetent]

[Thank the Lord he's not coming to eat him. A little suspiciously, Stiles shifts backwards in the bush, lowering his baseball bat. He's talking to a zombie and it's like.

Talking back.

This is the weirdest/coolest/most terrifying thing he's ever done, and Stiles Stilinski has done some weird/cool/terrifying things in his life.

It makes sense that he can't read, he figures out, and responds to him a little slowly, trying to wrap his head around everything without having another freakout.] It's...called Ruby City. It's basically like if A Tale of Two Cities and Thriller had a baby, minus the zombies. Well, until now.

[keephersafe]

[R has always been talkative.

For a Dead person.

He nods slowly as he absorbs the new information, one thumb rubbing against two fingertips in a small, nervous gesture. He's not sure what to make of this. He'd been resting, and then..]

How.. do I leave?

[hypercompetent]

[Yeah, well, Stiles has always been talkative for a living person. So who knows, maybe they'll get along great. Once he can get over the whole zombie thing.

Drawing his mouth in a line, he gestures with the bat, leaning against it and definitely feeling marginally less freaked out. Marginally.]

Here's the thing, Night of the Living Dead. You can't. At least as far as me and my buddies with sharp teeth know.

[keephersafe]

[There's the lightest twitch of a frown, and he looks back over his shoulder, along the now empty tracks. He doesn't look too sure of things.]

... Sharp teeth?

[Yes, that's what he took out of that bit of exposition.]