May 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

Princess Medea Clytemnestra Strong-in-the-Arm Lindenshield || Icemark Chronicles

[giventodarkness]

[Train Station - Arriving]

[Gasping, vision blurry, Medea stumbles off the train. She'd been using her Sight, watching Sharley's progress as he left the Icemark as Prince Regent of the Exiles. She sneers at the thought. Charlemagne, the weak-legged runt of the family, left in charge of the exiled people. Charlemagne, the favorite child because of his near-death.

And now, just as she'd been so close to sinking the ships he and the exiles traveled on, she'd been pulled away by some Power she couldn't recognize. An enraged cry escapes her and her own Power stretches out around the station, grabbing up dust and dirt particles, moisture in the air being make dry and then suddenly there's a burst of fire all around her.

Benches and walls get singed but not her. Medea remains unscathed, dark hair and clothes unmarred but she's breathing heavily. More out of anger than anything else.

And then suddenly she's calm. Eerily calm.]

[The Black Stallion - bad weather]

[It's been storming all day, heavy drops of rain falling and leaving traveling soaked in a matter of minutes, thunder rumbling in the distance and lightning arcing across the sky.

Medea enters the saloon with little care for its patronage and she's dry. Not even an umbrella could have protected her so fully as she seems to have been. She doesn't even bat an eyelash at that though. Instead, she walks up to the bar and sits down.]

Wine. Two-thirds water and one-third wine. Red.

Black Stallion

[magicsprice]

[Gold notices the new arrival, or rather more aptly, he notices the state of dryness she comes in with. He finishes the scotch in his glass, setting it down on the bar before leaving his seat to walk over toward the woman and lean against the bar beside her.

Once her drink was brought, he ordered another finger of scotch whiskey before turning his attention to the lady before him.]

You know, it's a shame to water down good wine.

[giventodarkness]

[Dark eyes turn to the source of the voice before glancing toward her own glass. It's how Thirrin and Oskan always insisted their children have wine, it's how it had always been served to her.]

I'm a bit young, aren't I, to drink undiluted wine?

[Her parents aren't here though, enforcing their rules on her and looking judgmentally as her lack of social skills. She's simply never inclined to socialize.] And are you sure that this is good wine?

[magicsprice]

[Gold gives the girl a silent once-over before giving a shrug of one shoulder at her questions. He's not sure how aging worked in other worlds, but the lady looked to him to be a little older than his son had been when he'd first lost him. Old enough to begin diluting the wine less than what she ordered at least, he thinks.]

I wouldn't know, my dear. I don't drink the wine here.

[He gives her an almost mischievous smile as he says that last. His drink arrives about then and he gives the tender a nod of thanks before picking it up to take a drink of it while watching her over the rim of the glass.]

[giventodarkness]

['My dear.' She makes a face, clearly not happy with the familiarity. Most people would shrink away from being near her, talk to her more out of necessity. Even the hunting dogs whined and kept their tails between their legs when she was in the room.]

Then there's little harm in watering it down.

[Still. Her eyes moved back to her glass and she focused on it, drawing moisture from the air to compensate while she changed part of the water mixed in to wine. Wine she knew was good, wine that would have been found in the palace kitchens for affairs of state.

And then she looks back to him, raising her glass almost politely before taking a sip. He's different. Something about him reminds her of Oskan Witchfather.]

[magicsprice]

[He notes the displeasure with the 'dear' and idly wonders how much more sour it would have been if he'd called her 'dearie' instead. He doesn't reply to the statement, his attention currently more on what she's doing to liquid in the glass she's holding.

The smile has shifted to something perhaps more amused, maybe a bit curious. He shifts from leaning against the bar to actually sit in the seat beside her now, leaning the cane he'd held in his left hand up against the side of the bar beside him.]

A nice trick that.

[He gestured lightly toward her glass with his own as he spoke.]

[giventodarkness]

[Much more sour. That Medea allowed her father such familiarity anymore is surprising, let alone a stranger.

She sets her glass back down on the table at his comment, a faint smirk pulling at her lips. A trick he calls it? Really? Her eyes glance towards his glass and she works her magic, changing its contents to water.]

Is it now?

[magicsprice]

[At the feel of the magic, he glanced down at his glass. One eyebrow rising slightly as he notes the change in color and nature of the liquid. He drank the water and set the glass down on the counter.]

Indeed it was. Nice to see you're capable of working it both ways.

[His trickster smile is back once again as he gestures once at her drink. The glass shifting its shape to match his own and the watered wine mixture turning from a faded red to a golden brown. Reaching over to pick the glass up, he split the scotch that was in it now between their glasses. Setting her glass back down before her after he'd finished.]

[giventodarkness]

[As soon as her glass starts shifting, it's set aside. The younger witch watches curiously, brows going up before she glances back at him. Clearly there's more to him than meets the eye. And she'd be keeping an eye on him in the future.]

What exactly is it?

[magicsprice]

[Keeping an eye on the man is always a good idea really. He picks his glass up to sip at the drink once before answering her question.]

Aged Scotch Whisky.

[giventodarkness]

[Medea watches everyone, to be honest. She may think just about everyone is beneath her but that doesn't mean they aren't a threat or of some vague interest to her.]

We don't have that in the Icemark.

Train

[magicsprice]

[There's other thing that doesn't get singed, the flames bending around the figure as if there was a wall or bubble surrounding him that deflected them off to either side. Once the fire dies out, the man makes his way closer, the cane hitting the pavement the other sound preceding him until he's just out of arm's reach.]

I can understand being displeased about getting pulled here, but did you have to display it in such a explosive manner?

[giventodarkness]

[She glares at him, clenching her hands tightly. She's allowed to be frustrated. Once again she was close to getting rid of Sharley and once again it was snatched from her reach. It was as if this were a game to someone and she was tired of being one of their pawns.]

And what would you suggest?

[magicsprice]

[If the glare phases him, he doesn't show it. Instead he merely gives the young lady a quiet once-over before meeting her eyes evenly, his stance confident and fearless despite the fiery display.]

Subtlety, dearie. Don't let them see that they have you flustered. Then they won't see it coming when you do get the chance to express your ire on those who have gained it.

[giventodarkness]

'Dearie?'

[Her tone darkens and it's very tempting to lash out but he's right. She hates when other people are right. And his display shows that he at least doesn't take her as so great a threat as she can be.

She straightens her back and stick out her chin proudly.]

I am Princess Medea Clytemnestra Strong-in-the-Arm Lindenshield. And that was only a small example of what I'm capable of.

[magicsprice]

[Her straightening and proud stance combined with her words only gained a subtly amused look from the man. Shifting his grip on his cane and moving it off to the side a bit, he gives the lady a bow that is chivalrous and yet somehow mocking.]

A pleasure to meet you, your highness. Rumpelstiltskin at your service.

[He straightened up, shifting his cane back to rest in front of him so he could rest both hands and his weight on it once more. He decides to take this particular introduction one step further than he has any of the others.

Perhaps he just wants to take that pride of her's down a peg, or perhaps let it be known that she isn't the only one here that is capable of great magic.]

Or as others know me back home, the Dark One.

[giventodarkness]

[Medea hates being mocked. That Eodred and Cerdic's constant teasing has gone unpunished is only because her father would know quickly that she was the one responsible. Even with all the precautions she's taken, he knew at least that it was a witch that was manipulating events but not who the witch was.

His introduction is different. Rumpelstiltskin means nothing to her but Dark One... Medea is unquestionably drawn to the Dark, like her grandfather had been. Like Cronus.]

And what, exactly, should I be calling you?

[magicsprice]

Whatever you wish, your majesty. Most here know me as Mr. Gold, if that suits you better than the two names I've given you.

[The subtle amusement is still there in his eyes, expression and body language and thus it's hard to tell if his use of the title for her is out of respect or a continued mockery of her station that she seems so proud of.]

[giventodarkness]

What I call you should be the name you prefer. Not what the people here like.

[She doesn't care what they like to call someone. Her brothers prefer to make up mocking names for her, for Cressida. More often for Cressida since she's inflicted on them more frequently.]