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A new Month, a new Test drive! Happy Early April.

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!

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Out of curiousity, or perhaps to occupy time with something other than asking way too many questions that all seemed to have the same boring answers, Hanna found himself in the library. Maybe he'd catch some Dresden files or stumble upon a book of runes he could actually use? He had no idea, but regardless a little monotony might calm his brain down from the mile a minute that he was so used too but wasn't quite welcoming at the moment.

Still, he couldn't help but get sidetracked in his search for something relevant and interesting and had picked up something that really shouldn't have caught his interest.

Rampant lust was of course one of those god awful romance novels he sometimes saw ladies and gents reading in the book section of target on his way from picking through returns to bring back to the electronics section. Sometimes he wondered why anyone would want to read them, but in the stupid grin he was wearing now, he knew quite well one reason. He snorted as the line 'Here at last was a body with potentialities... that knew to the last degree what it had been designed to perform.' because apparently the chick he was having relations with was clearly designed for just that. Further down the page he described her as a cat with a python strength, which made him pause for a moment but, the more he read the more he thought of a certain friend reading something like this with a poker face.

A more subdued smile replaced his grin as he turned the page, surprisingly still reading after the initial novelty wore off. Perhaps just to count how many euphemisms for a dick the author could come up with. In any case, he's rather enraptured and won't be looking up unless stumbled upon.

Getting around in the daylight often meant resorting to bat-form, something Conrad could (luckily) do now, and mostly of his own free will.

It wasn't that he was following Hanna. Nor was it that he was checking up on him, even if it would be completely justified considering the stupid kid's gotten into fifty billion different close-to-death situations since the moment they met.

No, this meeting was honestly coincidental, and when Conrad, seated ~~like a bean-bag~~ on a nearby library table, noticed the title of the book Hanna was reading, he could give no other reaction than the most unamused face he could muster and a matching tone of voice.

"Really. Access to hundreds of books from other fucking dimensions and you pick up that two-bit Target sale-shelf piece of crap."

And be stumbled upon Hanna shall-- by one unforgivingly teasing medium. He might not be quite the Hanna she remembered (or rather, that remembered her), but Hanna was Hanna-- and that meant they were totally BFFs already, right?

Yeah, sure.

Frayed logic aside, the sneaky little medium wasted no time upon seeing Hanna to approach and lean curiously over his shoulder.

"So, you're into that kind of book, huh?" She asked, near-trademark smirk already slapped on her face. "Never thought you'd be the type."

If she were the math-y sort, she'd be calculating down the milliseconds to what she was sure would be a perfect freakout.

The tone kind of kills the jump that might have come had it been anyone else. The voice, forever labeled under 'just Conrad', wasn't about to scare him much, or surprise. In fact, at times he found it so easy to ignore, though really he didn't do it on purpose. He just had that voice, yanno? That was so easy to not hear because the constant whine and grown that was just waiting around the corner. He doesn't even glance up, because he's sure that with a comment like that, some bratty behavior is warrented, to which he's going to return with, "But Conrad, 'She was a jungle cat -- a writhing, steel-muscled leopard -- whose ability to love was almost frightening!' I mean, doesn't that speak to you?"

His smile returns to that grin he'd been wearing earlier and lets his head raise, except he hadn't really been expecting a pudgy bat. To which he kind of snorts and grins some more. "You know, you're too cute like that."

Bats were easy peasy to deal with. In the presence of friends a sheepish grin and a little rambling would easily explain the reason why he had chosen this for a bit of light reading. Though, girls didn't really fit into that category though and the sudden appearance of one, close enough to touch and talking to him, brought out probably the reaction she was waiting for.

"H-HOLY!" went Hanna, and his book kind of sailed away in a beautiful arc. Where it fell, he wasn't exactly sure, whirling around turning into tripping over himself and practically knocking over the bookshelf he'd found Rampant Lust on, leaning back against it dangerously. The wide eyes and stiff shoulders, arms lowering slowly and perhaps shakily, was the picture of both shock and confusion.

"Uh...." Well. He closed his mouth, staring. Girl. Cute girl? Cute girl, yes.

"Do I...Do you?" Excuse him while he clears his throat, shaking his head, "I mean, have we met?"

"Don't. Don't even. Just stop right there."

Conrad just ain't in the mood for that. He's not a cute bat. This is shitty, having to be a bat is shitty, this entire thing is shitty.

"And don't think I won't fucking risk it to shift and kick your ass in the sunlight. I'll do it," he mutters, crossing his batty arms. "And no, no it doesn't speak to me."

Oh, yes it does. Fuck, he wants to laugh at it too but he just made a big deal about it being stupid damnit.

Hanna isn't so sure he would. And, even if he'd feel guilty if there were a few severe sunburns gained in his ass kicking, being an ass hole kind of one ups the guilt. "I love how your little mouth is moving, and words are coming out." Talking bats, man. How come all his paranormal friends have to have the most precious fucking forms...

"I bet you're really cuddly. I mean, look at how pudgy you are!" Totally scooting closer, probably just to put him on edge. Probably.

Oh no. Seriously, she can't pass this up. The opportunity to troll him is far too perfect, and that reaction? That was one for the history books. That was one she'd go home and cry laughing about.

For now, though, a bit of harassment is in the cards. It's fated. The stars are aligned.

Putting on a false pout, Maya crosses her arms. "You mean you don't remember me?" Push out the pouty lip, hands on the hips, and--

Nope. She can't do it. Not even Maya is good enough a prankster to keep herself from bursting out laughing (starting with, of course, an entirely unattractive snort), arms around her middle and kneeling a bit to keep from falling over.

"I'm-- I'm sorry!" She manages between near-cackles. "I know-- I mean-- Snnrrrrk!"

...You'll get an explanation in a few moments, Hanna, but at present, Maya's a bit busy.

"I will rip off one of your skinny little chicken arms you piece of shit," Conrad hissed, making a swatting motion of his wing and hopping backward.

Look, it's hard to stand upright when your body is made to hang upside down.

"Seriously, what the fuck, Hanna?" He makes an attempt to pout even harder, damn near sneering.

The reaction is what he wanted, and he starts laughing because okay, dude. Your voice coming out of that body is gold, he swears. "You just Hahahaha-hopped...Oh my god..." And perhaps annoying the shit out of Conrad in other ways besides asking questions is just what he needed, because he can't stop, holding his sides when they start to hurt.

That frown on a pudgy bat with glasses. How do they shrink down to size anyways? Magic? He's too busy snorting to care. "I can't even take you seriously. Wait, wait. Say fuck again. Please"

"Well, I guess I..." He tries for a lie, but the sudden devolution of her pout into laughter has him stopping and raising a hand to try and question, but drops it again. What was so damn funny?

The snort was a little infectious though, grinning despite himself. He'll just...wait for her to be done before his mouth runs away with him. In any case, he doubts she would be able to hear him over the laughter but god is this awkward. Like, usually he's the butt of the joke sure, though he is sure this is a lot deeper than his squealing and practically falling over in an attempt to regain his composure.

Conrad glares with as much intensity as his little bat body and tiny eyes can summon, absolutely infuriated (and embarrassed) by Hanna's response.

"No. Hell no. The f--" wait. "The hell is your problem?! Would you cut it out already? I can't switch forms right now, alright!?"

After a moment, Maya rubs at her face, biting her lip and trying to calm down.

"Sorry, sorry," she mumbles-- not for freaking him out, of course, but for laughing so hard she couldn't explain herself. Maya straightens up, dusts off her clothes, and flashes Hanna a grin.

Hand out for a handshake, she... attempts to start over.

"Maya Fey, Ace Spirit Medium, kinda-sorta-paralegal, and temporary junior detective," she declares proudly. "You and me? We're friends already, but, you know. This place is pretty weird, and sometimes people don't remember they were here"

Sure, part of Maya is a bit sad about it... but this is no time to be sad. Why focus on what's gone when they can have fun now?

He takes a few more moments to laugh, definitely not his library voice, but manages to press his lips together tightly, putting a stop to the bubbles of laughter. He raises a finger in pause, trying to regain his usual amount of composure which to be honest isn't much, but it's enough.

"Okay, Okay. I'm good. I'm good. I'll save the rest for later. Promise." Which isn't that great of a promise, but it's something, and he moves forward without the threat of pinching little bat cheeks.

"I didn't know you could go around like that. That's kinda cool." Even if your street cred has forever been destroyed, Conrad.

The automatic, "No, no." Comes out, not super bothered, though...scratching his cheek and tilting his head, he is waiting for an explanation. Perhaps it's a little more than he bargained for, blinking at her hand before shaking it.

"Spirit me-" Well. How can he top that? Like, how many super cool professions do you need? Though paralegal wasn't necessary cool, but think of all the info you get. "Geez. Uh, that's some introduction. I'm Hanna? Though, I guess you already got that." Kind of takes the wind out of his greeting he supposes, though...What the hell? He can do this properly right?

"Hanna Cross. Paranormal investigator and part-time cashier. Doesn't quite have the same feel to it, but. Nice to meet you, really. Again. Sorta."

"It's a recent thing," Conrad grumbles. It's a good thing bats can't blush, because seriously. Seriously? Come on, Hanna, you're the worst.

"I punched Casimiro in the face once, too." Just in case Hanna was wondering his vampire-growing-up milestones. Look, it was important, okay?

Regardless of ruffling, though, Conrad manages to at least look like he's calmed down. It's been a while since he's seen Hanna around... he can deal with a little teasing. ~~Sort of.~~

"Hanna Falk Cross," Maya corrects him a bit snarkily-- she knows your name, kid. And the working-at-target thing. Shaking his hand, Maya continues on a bit of her own Hanna introduction. "You like ghosts and markers annnnnd weird-shape-magic, get embarrassed really easily, don't like waking up really early in the morning and apparently like reading Rampant Lust."

Can you feel the intensity of that smirk, Hanna? Can you?

The absolute worst, really. He knows. "I would have paid to see that. I mean, you got pictures, right?" Because how could you not? That'd be a tragedy and a half. In any case, he'll be settling on one of the library lounge chairs, unable to figure out if they were comfy or too stiff, leaning forward to rest his elbows on his knees.

"What made you do it anyways?"

"Yes, Hanna. I got a picture with my third stretchy arm and a regularly-available disposable."

Unamused, Conrad rolls his eyes and continues. "And he told me to." Moreso that he wouldn't stop beating the crap out of Conrad until he punched him, but, you know. Conrad's not gonna mention that.

"He... and Seras. They kind of helped me." Or tried to, anyway.

"Eww, gross." He makes a face, forever reminded of the way Ms. Blaney says his middle name when it's mentioned. He's pretty sure there is a reason only mothers should throw that middle name in there, and well. There isn't much of a reason to any more. "And waking up early is okay if there is food to go with it, but the feet on the cold floor kind of kills any sort of want to go get it. Also, Rampant Lust is obviously a classic where I come from, geez."

Still, she was making it quite obvious that she knew far more about him than he knew about her. "Anyways, how is this fair? I mean, obviously I missed out on my own sharing hour, so you should, well. Share some too. Make it even." He means, if you want. How old are you again? Did you say? ~~Wanna catch dinner?~~

"Hey, a girl should always have the upper hand, you know." That wasn't a rule or anything. In fact, she's just made it up. That said, Maya actually thinks his name is pretty cool-- but when the people around you have names like Redd White and Luke Atmey, you tend to be easily impressed. Seriously.

"And I told you! Ace medium, all that." Still, she's not going to leave him hanging. She puts her hand to her chin, trying to think of what she can tell him. It's... weird, knowing he straight up doesn't know a thing.

"Well, I turned 20 here-- you and me and Ishimaru all made cake, since Ishimaru didn't tell us it was his birthday. And uh, I draw sometimes! And my favourite superhero is The Steel Samurai-- man, I still didn't get you to read it before you left last time! The library has it, it's the best comic ever. I've been arrested three times and acquitted of all charges thanks to my boss-- Phoenix Wright, I mean-- aaaand I channel spirits!"

It's a mouthful and she speaks pretty fast... but he can keep up, right?

"Well, I know. That's what I figured. Three rolls of film just full up of vampires. I mean, scenery." He grins, though, only for a moment. The way he's talking, he figures he can actually stop making a joke for a moment, take life a little more seriously.

Learning was important anyways and he taps his finger on the opposite knee, interested in getting more out of him. "Seras huh? So you've got your regular bat on, then? I mean, more comfortable now?" The thought that he is kind of makes Hanna feel a little better about life in general. Conrad's death had been a major fuck up on his part, and he felt bad about it despite how often he made fun of the guy.

It was good that he was getting his bearings, if not for him, for Hanna's conscience.

[ one second she's working maintenance in the Normandy's engineering, and the next she's... stepping off a shuttle? that's not like any shuttle she's seen before, for sure. it looks... ancient. oh, but more importantly - how the hell did she end up on a planet. this is very bad and very confusing. Tali pulls out her omni-tool and starts trying to establish a communications connection with the Normandy.

onlookers will see a young woman(???) with some kind of strange helmet - all you can see behind the opaque purple visor is a pair of glowing eyes - who seems to be typing into the yellow glowing thing her arm is sheathed in. when she speaks to it, her accent is some kind of unidentifiable Eastern European, with a metallic twang, and the metal attachment on her helmet flashes with every word. ]

Normandy, this is Tali'Zorah. Do you read me? Shepard, are you there? Joker? If anyone can hear me, I'm alright, but I'm on... a planet? It looks like some kind of human colony.

[ no response. no connection, even. crap. she shuts the omni-tool down, pulls out a pistol, and shakes her head. ]

Oh, Keelah. What kind of mess have I ended up in this time?

Regular bat on? Really? Conrad rolls his eyes behind his itty bitty glasses.

"Seras Victoria-- out of that one 90's comic. And yeah, I.... guess I'm doing better." Conrad... isn't going to mention the fiasco with Sephiroth's blood.

Hanna doesn't need to feel guilty about that. That, of all things, wasn't his fault.

"Been here long enough it'd be pathetic not to be a little better at this."

"Well, okay. I'll give you that." Because usually girls have the upper hand on him anyways, so it must be an actual thing. And Hanna could deal with the first and last, and in his own quiet corner he likes his middle name, just. People tend to put too much emphasis on it when they say it and that's so weird.

"Yeah, bu-" And before he even gets any sort of buts in, she's talking at him a mile a minute, and since it's Hanna of course he can keep up, but some of the little details blur a little. In any case her boss has a super cool name, kind of serious sounding and channeling spirits could totally come in handy sometime. Perhaps do good at keeping them at bay better than he could in most situations.

"Hopefully I didn't help too much with the cake." He doubts it would taste too well if he did, but it gets him to smile. That sounds like something regular friends would do...make shit for each other. Like how his Zombrochacho made pancakes sometimes in the morning for his opening shifts that really sucked after a night of looking for leads till way past his 'to stay healthy' rarely enforced bedtime. The cheap instant coffee helped on mornings like that too, but that was beside the pointe.e

"Maybe I can get you to read some Dresden if we can find it...But, Steel Samurai, huh? Kind of makes me think of Iron Man."

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A new Month, a new Test drive! Happy Early April.

Hanna Falk Cross || Hinabn

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Tali'Zorah vas Normandy nar Rayya | Mass Effect

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