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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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"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.

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?

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."

"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?

"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, 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."

"Dude, it's cooler than Iron Man." She looks intense for a moment-- before breathing out and kind of looking disappointed. "I think, anyway. I haven't read Iron Man or anything, but I promise, Steel Samurai's really cool."

Before she continues, though, Maya slips her hands into her sleeves as though looking for something-- and then into pockets no one probably realised were on that uniform. Seriously, where did they come from?

"I have something of yours," she mumbles, obviously distracted. "Well, you didn't come here with it, but you said it was interesting so I made you one-- and I made one for Ishimaru, too."

Having gotten a little comfortable with simple conversation, Hanna gets thrown for a loop again when Maya starts rummaging in her...sleeves? He supposes that solves the problem of pockets...like those weird pocket dresses that you don't even realize have pockets until a girls hand just disappears into the fabric of her dress. Just, not like that. Yanno. The other way.

"Oh...Uh, have you been carrying it around, like. This entire time?" Entire time being an indeterminate amount of time seeing as he has no idea how long it's been since she last saw him, but...still. It's weird talking to a girl like this. And she hasn't given him one of those looks that says 'you don't know how to talk to women' yet either...

Funky.

It's to Hanna's advantage, then, that Maya doesn't really have much a clue of how boys are supposed to talk to women. Being raised in a village where all the men leave will do that to you. Conversationally, everyone's as good as talking to a girl in Maya's eyes.

"Yeah-- I mean, it's like my magatama, but smaller," she tells him. Just as quickly as she says it, she realises she's still got the damn thing on her wrist-- an omamori she made a few months ago. "Ishimaru's is on his scarf, since he likes to go running and stuff."

She hands it to him nonchalantly; for all Maya knows (or cares), they've been friends for ages, and Hanna's just an awkward person around everybody. The charm's charged with as much spiritual energy as the small beads can hold, which isn't nearly as much as her magatama can, but enough that Maya trusted her gifts to keep Ishimaru and Hanna safe in the first place.

Any other time she might think it's strange, but she also knows how much of a giant nerd Hanna is. It's technically a magical artefact. This? This is pure nerd-ass fun right here.

Well it's great that the bar is set so low, really. Usually he doesn't excel at this. Or talking to most people really. The rush of words when he gets really into a conversation can be...well. Somewhat alarming at times. In any case, while the word Magatama isn't quite so familiar in his vocabulary, he can figure it out that her cool necklace is exactly that.

The gifting has him staring at it a moment, wondering perhaps what he could have done to warrent something like this. Payment, sure. But, she's been holding onto this for quite a while it seems, and he can tell it's special. He can feel it, really. And...gifts huh. From a girl. A real live girl.

Before slipping it on, he gives it a good look, holding it up to his glasses and smiling at the work she's done. It's cool, and he's seen something in passing kind of like it, but...it very obviously wasn't his, and he didn't think something like it ever would be.

lowering the beads he almost fumbles them as he tries to casually put it on with his shaking hands. This was no big deal right? Obviously not. See, he's trying to not make it awkward, but... "Geez, thanks I mean, You sure? I...I figure it's pretty sturdy what with all that it gives off but, what if I break it? I swear, I'm the best at that. You...haha, you probably already know..."

He swallows hard, unable to really stop touching it, fiddling with it while it rested on it's new home of his skinny wrist. "Did I say thank you? I can't remember. Thank you. Really, um...thanks."

"Look, I know sometimes people have to remind you, but you are Hanna Cross," Maya replies, grinning just as brightly as usual. "It was yours already. You just forgot."

Hands on her hips, Maya shakes her head, feigning a sigh of exasperation. "I get that you don't remember how it works. That's cool. But we're friends, whether you remember or not. And we're gonna be friends, and if I ever come back and forget all this stuff, you're kinda totally obligated to make friends with me again."

...She adds, then, as if suddenly remembering-- "Oh, and you're not gonna break it. Trust me. If I can't break mine, you can't break that. The cord's that kind that gets stronger the more you wear it, see?" She even tugs on hers to demonstrate.

"Hey, you think I would say no to being friends with someone? I mean, do you even know me at all?" He shoots back, tapping the toe of his vans on the carpet. It was distracting enough so that he didn't really think about how his hands were sweating. "But I promise, alright? If I'm still here, I suppose. I guess I can go through the hassle. Even if you think I'm bat shit, I'd do it."

The added comment kind of makes him feel a little more relieved though, giving the cord his own demonstrative tug and sighs, "Okay good, like. Cause I was just imagining all the beads just falling to the floor and then I'd be pretty fucked. I mean, First thing a girls ever given me, I'd probably just, yanno. Start crying and be useless for weeks." Because admitting that isn't already pathetic enough, Hanna.

Lucky for Hanna, Maya doesn't take that last comment seriously. He has to be joking, after all; she's known way worse dudes with plenty of friends.

"But you still better take care of it," she said, putting that smirk back on. "The handiwork of cute girls is always super valuable. It's got like, collector's value or something."

"And just so you know, I'm totally cool enough to be worth the hassle. I know where all the best places in the city are."

"Collectors value? More like, This thing is priceless and I won't be getting rid of it anytime soon. Scouts honor." He doesn't really remember what scouts are supposed to do when they say that, but saying it's good enough right?

"Naw, I mean. Hassle for you. And then you'd think I'm crazy and we'd get off on the wrong foot and tell everyone I'm a maniac." He sighs, as if it's already happened. "And then I'd have to skip town and learn to live with dragons and unicorns."

A roll of her eyes, and Maya gives Hanna a light punch to the shoulder. "Hassle? You really have a lot to learn. Aaaagain." Seriously. She's just as crazy as he is, if not more. "Besides, there's a unicorn here already anyway."

"And aren't you supposed to salute when you say 'scout's honor'? Like, something like--" she makes some sort of salute, but it certainly isn't correct.

"Well that's good. The unicorn would probably invite me right in. They like pure maidens, right? I'm halfway there." He grins back at her, though the little punch makes him stumble a little, into the shelf. He plays it cool though, leaning back against it.

Though her salute makes him snort, unsure if it's okay to laugh, but. He can't help it. It was a joke right? He can laugh at girls jokes. It's fiiiine, right?

Because okay, maybe that's more than a snort. "I think It's a little something not like that."

So pure, Hanna, reading and laughing at 'rampant lust'.

Almost pouting-- seeing as how it's hard to pout when you're laughing-- Maya shoots right back, "Then how do you do it? I bet you don't know either."

You're too scrawny to have been a boy scout, Hanna.

Doesn't mean he wasn't in Webelos until he was like fourteen.

"Wait, wait I think I got this..." And he straightens up real serious, looking just about ready to do something, before he kind of explodes in a laugh and a grin again. "Nope, I lied."

As if the laughter is infectious, Maya bursts out laughing, too. "See?" she exclaims, trying to smirk and point, but still consumed by giggles. "You don't know it either. I could totally have been close!"

"Well, there is probably a book here. Or something. With a diagram." A pause. Conrad would probably know. He knows some weird shit.

"Directions maybe, but I don't think it's so important. The words are what matters, anyways. Not some silly salute."

"But you're not a boyscout," Maya says, quite sure of herself. She taps a finger to her chin, trying to come up with a fitting comparison. "So if the words are what matters, why're you gonna say 'Scout's honor'? That's like me swearing testimony when I'm not even a witness."

She's got him there...

"But, you figure everyone in the court room should swear right, I mean. You won't want anyone lying there. But I suppose, if you'd rather I could just cross my heart or something."

That gets another honest giggle out of her.

"You sure your heart isn't always crossed?" Because Maya'd be damned if that wasn't a killer pun. (A million times better than Luke Atmey, anyway.)

His heart was actually crisscrossed, but. Old friend or not, it wasn't really something he liked to mention in polite conversation. Or at all.

"Well if my heart isn't, my foot is." He promises, not sure if she was aware of his scar on his foot either, but. well, he thought it was clever.

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