March Test Drive

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Thinking of apping a character but not sure they'll fit in the city walls?

Have no fear, a meme for you is here.


Directions:

Post with your character with their name and canon on top!

Choose a location and prompt or wait for someone else to tag.

If you'd like, leave contact info for people to get in contact for plotting and other such shenans.

Tag around! Make friends. Don't be afraid to chat OOC while tagging.



Locations:

1. Train Station: New arrival, or waiting to welcome people? Either way, the train comes in, but you still can't ride it out.

2. Cathedral: Looking for redemption? Just doing a little sight-seeing? Or just getting a little shelter?

3. The Clocktower: You can see the whole city from here!

4. The Black Stallion Saloon: You were told the burgers were great here-- but maybe you just came for the beer.

5. The Library: You came to do a little research, but it looks like all of the information's just out of your reach. Though, you can always find a way to pass the time here.

6. The Coffee Joint: A lovely place to have a chat and a bite to eat.

7. Le Cafe Anglais: A Parisian-British fusion that's as charming as it sounds and serves the best tea around.


Scenarios

1. Just walked in: You intended to get here, and you made your way in; but now someone's caught your eye and you'd like to have a chat.

2. Been here all day: You've been sitting around minding the time. Maybe you didn't notice them at first or maybe you were just working up the courage to talk-- either way, they know you're here and you know it too.

3. Bad weather: You're here because you've gotten rained in. This wasn't your choice, but at least it's dry-- right?

4. Wild card: Got something better in mind? Well screw these prompts, try it out yourself!


Have fun, guys!

Comments

[waywardbird]

What the fuck are you doing up here?

[ When Hood turns around, he is going to meet a rain soaked young man with a gun in his hand (pointed conveniently at him) and an angry, dangerous look on his face. This is Jason Todd.

I will explain.

Normal people don't look up all that often. Jason Todd does. It was bred into him at an early age that there are people up there who are either going to help him or hurt him and he needs to see it before it happens so he can run an appropriate distance away. Welcome to Gotham. So of course, on his way back to his apartment, he just so happened to look up. And what do you think he saw? Oh that's right. The guy wearing the Joker's first costume.

Well, needless to say, he had to come up and investigate, the good old fashioned way. With violence. ]

[sickjoke]

Sight... seeing?

[ It's a light answer, as the man called the Red Hood spreads his gloved hands in a placating gesture; he's tall, long legged and broad chested. ]

So, uh, if I'm trespassing, just say the word and I'll swing to another vantage point. Don't mean to disturb anything, promise.

[ Jason's own face stares back at him from the reflective, featureless helm, interrupted only by rivulets of rain. His rage, his fear, is shone clear as day. ]

[waywardbird]

[ Jason knows he's scared; but he's also angry and that's all it takes to really keep him going. Anger is the best fuel, right? It definitely won't fuck him over. ]

Bullshit, get over here. [ He points at the space in front of him, with the gun before directing it back at Hood. He likes to keep his enemies closer, what can he say? (He's a masochist that's what.) ] Now.

[sickjoke]

Look, uh. There seems to be something of a misunderstanding here. [ But he does advance as asked; his steps are cat quiet, measured and controlled. ]

[ He walks like a Bat, honestly. ]

Look. I'm called the Red Hood. I'm from Gotham.

[waywardbird]

[ Jason smiles, a little. It's nice a nice smile. It's actually a fairly nasty one, slick and shiny and sharp. ]

Wow. You're called the Red Hood. And you're from Gotham. What a goddamn coincidence.

[sickjoke]

I feel like I've given the wrong answer on a game show I didn't know I was playing on.

So, guess you're going to tell me you're from Gothm, huh? You know, ah, your world number? I'm from Earth Three.

[waywardbird]

What, you can't hear it?

[ He says this in his most sarcastic voice. Jason's never been able to fully wipe away the signature Gotham, New Jersey accent. It sticks like glue, like everything else with that city. There's just no getting rid of her once she's sunk her claws in you. ]

I don't give a shit what Earth you're from, jackass. You're the goddamn Joker.

[ Or his earlier state. Whatever. Details. ]

[sickjoke]

Well, yeah, that's sort of why I mentioned it.

[ ...the what? ]

Come again? I'm the who? The ...Joker?

[ There's no recognition. Not even a hint of 'ah-ha!'. It's like he really has no idea what Jason's talking about. But then again, the Joker is a notorious liar and this could be an incredibly weird ploy, right? ]

[waywardbird]

[ He doesn't even acknowledge all that confusion. Jason is so beyond that now. ]

You see, someday, you are going to be chased by a masked vigilante named Batman and then something bad is going to happen and you're going to become the most heinous, evil, piece of shit human being to ever exist. Technically, you're already him! He's just in there, hiding. Waiting.

[ Jason clicks off the safety. ]

I should just kill you and spare us all the trouble.

[sickjoke]

[ There's a brief confused squawk, and then a weak-- nervous, wrong, giggle that come out of that helm, before it cuts off in a strangled choke. ]

Kid, I met Batman. Nice guy. Real stoic. The heroic alternate to my world's Owlman, terror of the night. Cause things are a little different in my world. I'm the good guy... and I'm guessing what you're talking about? [ he laughs, and this time it's ... not very funny, flat and lacking humor. ] That happened a decade ago, kid.

[waywardbird]

Do not laugh or so help me god--

[ He's not panicking. He's not. His hands are shaking because he's cold. Cold.

--But of course, all of that just. Throws him right off balance. ]

You met Batman? What did he do?

[ Jason's eyes are sharp and the light in them is verging on mad. ]

[sickjoke]

I can't help it! I do it when I'm nervous, kid, and it doesn't matter how much stopping power my armor has, I get a little on edge when there's a bead on me. [ And he's trying not to, really, but he keeps with these weak, hiccupy giggles. ]

Batman? Went deep cover as Owlman, punched my lights out, but helped me free the Rogue's Gallery and stop the Injustice Syndicate. Saved Gotham, no big. He gave me a communicator. Kept me alive, but left me, ah, in the merciful care of the Society goons. Worked out in the end but it was kinda hairy there for a while.

[ Hood is moving glacially, barely perceptible; muscles are slowly bunching and tensing; the great thing about the tux is it's not a body suit. It doesn't telegraph every movement. ]

[ Which is the only reason he attempts the next move-- one foot comes up even as his torso rocks backward, one shiny shoe at the end of a long leg looking to catch Jason under his arm and allow the Hood to back flip mid-disarm. ]

[ He'll talk to the kid, but not with a gun on him. Not until he's not obviously PTSDing all over the place. ]