Test Drive Meme!

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Test Drive Meme

That's right! A test drive meme! This meme serves several purpsoes!

- Test drive a new muse! -- If you are considering apping a new character to Ruby City, you can comment with them here to try their voice out. Others (currently played characters and other potential characters) can respond. The same deal as usual. Post ICly. Your character can be newly arrived, or you can treat the thread as though they've been in the city for a long while. It's up to you!

- Test drive DreamWidth! -- We realize DreamWidth is new, so feel free to jump in, even with your current RC characters to start a thread and get accustomed to how DreamWidth feels to RP on. But please remember, any interaction from this meme will not count towards in-game CR. What happens in memes stays in memes.

- Stop the withdrawal! -- We anticipate that the move will slow down posting between our announcement of moving and the opening of the DreamWidth communities. So if you need your fix of your RC characters, toss 'em here for fun and games.

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[ex_nohero520]

[It was only his hands moving out to catch the nearest thing that keeps Caleb from falling as he exits the train (or, rather, is forcefully ejected). He glowers after it as it chugs its way slowly away.

Laboriously the man straightens, rubbing a stubbly jaw and grumbling softly. His eyes rake the area around him as his eyebrows draw together in consternation. Where--is this...?] What now, [he sighs, more statement than question. As though that little 'seer' kid before with his ridiculous statements wasn't bad enough, here he winds up kidnapped.

Well, he wouldn't call this kidnapped. No kidnappers are in sight. But nevertheless. Caleb regards the station severely and wishes at once for a glass of scotch.]

I apologize in advance for this. |D;;

[in_italia]

[That nearest thing? That was a person. A now very annoyed person.]

Che! Watch where you're going, damnit! [Lovino happens to hate scotch, but he does have a nice bottle of wine on him. Good luck convincing him to share, though.]

XD

[ex_nohero520]

[Oh. It's some young punk, is Caleb's first thought. His eyebrows shoot right up. And a thoroughly unimpressed look settles on his face. He even rolls his eyes.]

Sorry, I'll be sure to watch my step the next time I end up being knocked out of a train by persons unknown.

[in_italia]

[Fucking citizens are so stupid. Lovino grumbles and glares at him, completely unimpressed as well.]

Any shithead can figure out how to keep his balance without pulling on my shirt. [He dusts said shirt off quite melodramatically. There are non-Italian germs on it now!] This is an expensive one, ya jerk.

[ex_nohero520]

Your shirt, of all things. [Caleb uplifts his hands once he's gotten himself sorted together. One hand is peculiarly gloved while the other isn't.] How ever will you make it now.

[Not a smile crosses his face; his expression remains flat.]

[in_italia]

Fuck you. [Lovino watches the hands cautiously for a second, but decides not to pry. Asking leads to discussion and discussion leads to dealing with other people, other people from other countries. Definitely do not want.] I worked hard for the money I bought this fucking shirt with, I don't need you fucking it up now.

[ex_nohero520]

[Caleb snorts quietly. And at last he remarks,] It's just clothes. If you're so worried about it, better not even to wear it out and around.

[in_italia]

You'd think that, wouldn't you!? [He pauses to chug from his wine bottle.] If I have to starve myself for a week to get something, like hell am I leaving it at home! But jerks like you wouldn't get that shit, would you? Bastard! [Trust Lovino to gain a grudge against someone he barely knows, over a topic he doubts is really that important.]]

[ex_nohero520]

[Caleb watches him, vaguely wondering if this kid is even old enough to drink that wine. Is he trying to get himself drunk?] If you have to starve yourself for a week to get a shirt, of all things, I'd question your life choices.

[Caleb's no good at trying to make nice with strangers either. Nor giving in on a rather silly topic. Stubborn as anything.]

[in_italia]

[Oh, he's fine. Aside from being roughly 22 by appearance and the drinking age in Italy being nonexistant, nations can do whatever the hell they want.] No one talks to you if you look like a homeless person, I think a shirt's a pretty fair thing to get. I know a shit-ton of people who would buy drugs and wine with that money.

[One would think Lovino would learn to talk to citizens after 150 years of nationhood and several centuries more of kingdomhood, but... apparently not.]

[ex_nohero520]

And you're not one of them, of course. [Caleb idly gestures to the bottle of wine as though to say that's just a one-time thing, of course.]

[in_italia]

[He glances at the bottle, takes an idle sip from it, and shakes his head.] Fuck you, this was a gift. It's jerks like you that give me reason to need it, damnit.]

[ex_nohero520]

There are a lot of jerks like me. [Said without any humour. His face is like this: :| So serious right now.] So you must need to drink your weight in wine every day.

[in_italia]

Fuck you, stupid citizen! Fuck, aren't you English or American or something? You're just too stupid to get it! Stupid fucking bastard! [All shall gaze in wonder upon his maturity. He is clearly not being affected by the wine, not at all.]

[ex_nohero520]

[Caleb frowns--this time in brief puzzlement. Then he snorts softly, lightly shaking his head.] Yeah, yeah, calm down already and stop knocking back that wine. You can't drink it like water.

[in_italia]

I'm a fucking nation, wine doesn't matter. [Because that's going to win your case, Lovino.] Stupid fucking mortals don't fucking understand this shit, damnit! [Chugging a few mouthfuls of wine, BRB.]

[ex_nohero520]

Sure you are. [Nation? Really? That's a new one, at least, Caleb's never heard that one before. But he doesn't believe it, nope.] And you're the authority, I see.

[in_italia]

Si! Any shithead would know South Italy, damnit, that's who I am! [Surely anyone would believe a drunken 22-year-old acting half his age anyway to be a century-and-a-half-old country.] I'm smarter than you 't least, damnit!

[ex_nohero520]

Sure you are. [Here Caleb's voice takes on a kind of dry, appeasing quality-- Sorry, Lovino, he's put you under the category of 'may be crazy'.]

Now, smarter? I highly doubt that.

[legendary_silver]

[Sorry but the nearest thing, or person rather, to him as he's forced off the train is a fifteen year old girl. And she screams as he's forced out and goes falling to the ground.]

[ex_nohero520]

[Agh-- What is it with kids and screaming. Caleb stumbles away, falling back ungracefully himself. He catches himself in a half-crouch and looks at the girl he managed to startle the hell out of.]

Damn it... [A grunt as he goes about gathering himself to his feet.] Y'alright, kid? [His hand without a glove is offered.]

[legendary_silver]

[She HAD been wearing a cozy red hoody, jeans and hiking boots but when he helped her up, there was shiny silver chainmail covering most of her body. A moment of panic like that made her aura flare around her protectively.

Sophie gladly took his hand though, nodding.]

Yeah, I'm okay. I've gone through worse than getting tackled.

[ex_nohero520]

[Caleb does a double-take-- His gloved hand jerks violently, instinctively, but he clenches it into a fist, scolding himself internally.

He hauls her to her feet, frowning and releasing her hand once he does.] Worse, huh. [He grumbles it; more echoing than questioning.] What's with... [He gestures at her sudden armour acquisition.]

[legendary_silver]

Yeah, like zombies on Ojai. OH! But they weren't really zombies! Some movie company didn't give notice that they were filming so it freaked everyone out!

[They were zombies though, very real zombies raised by Dee.]

It's... kind of a self defense thing. I panicked.

[ex_nohero520]

...Pardon?

[Caleb...didn't exactly follow that sentence. Probably the 'zombie' thing.]

So you grow armour when you...panic?