Welcome to the Test Drive! In this post, you'll be able to interact with others to get a feeling for your character. All threads below will be considered non-canon unless otherwise stated. Multiple different scenarios are available, you are welcome to post multiple comments with different scenarios each or post one single comment containing different scenarios.
i n s t r u c t i o n s • Post with your character (note character name in the subject).
• Other people reply to you by picking a number from the scenarios in the subject line.
• Have fun!
o p t i o n s 01 • AWAKENING. Your character has just woken up, or turned a corner, or blinked and now their animal companion has joined them. How do they react? What were they doing beforehand? How are they going to handle the news that they're a knight now? For this thread, you'll be threading with your animal companion. (You must provide the thread-start for this option)
02 • ON THE PLANE. You were promised a seat on a plane out to the island but it looks like you and another Knight (or the Princess) were double-booked! Chat it up with your fellow fighter, commentary from your animal companions is optional.
03 • THE ISLAND. You've just landed and you're somewhere on the island. One of your fellow companions is nearby and they sure do look like they've just landed with all their luggage still in tow. Or they're already wearing an Island tourism shirt. Or who even knows, but you're both here!
04 • COFFEE SHOP. All you wanted was a Latte, or a Frappuccino, to consider why you're here on the island and what you were going to do until the first monster showed up... Instead the barista called for "Drink for the Knight" or "Drink for the Princess" oh shit, but this isn't your drink! Or maybe it is your drink but someone else is there! Why would two knights have gone for coffee at the same time? Or did you get confused for or with the Princess? Come on, man, there are only so many unicorn frappes in the world.
05 • DISCOMFORT. Your room is an oven. Either that or a freezer. Or maybe this bed is just really uncomfortable? Who knows why you can't get to sleep, it feels like it could be anything. Why even bother trying? Maybe someone else can preoccupy you until you feel tired enough to ignore your discomfort. Go for a walk, go outside, looks like you're not alone in your discomfort. New island housing is wild!
06 • PENSIVE. Something's on your mind, and no matter how hard you try to focus elsewhere, it's just not going to work. Your body may be tired, but your mind is incredibly busy and it's virtually impossible to get to sleep. First night on the island is rough. Surely, talking it out with someone else will help?
07 • BEACH EPISODE. You're on an island!! There's beaches everywhere, there are pools on every street. Endless water opportunities, chances to fool around and relax before things get serious. You're not the only good guy to have had this thought! What are you both up to?
08 • LOCAL FOOD. You've been dying to eat X, a dish that you've seen numerous other knights eat on TV. Now YOU'RE a knight (or the princess) and you're eating it yourself, there are kids at home that'll be excited to eat this food because they saw you eating it! You might even get a commercial spot to advertise this food when you get home. Awesome! Except someone else is here, what if they get the commercial spot? Huh.
09 • DENNY'S. It's 3am and you've arrived at a Denny's. You're almost certain that there's not a Denny's on the island and you're not even sure you walked in here? But it is what it is and the server is already bringing you a menu and taking your drink order as one of your fellow allies slips into the booth across from you. Have you met them before, or are they new to you? Your animal companion is here, too, and they're ordering something as well.
10 • WILDCARD. Choose one of the options above, or make up your own scenario. |
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pajamabox2019-01-05 11:12 pm
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But it's just a phone. And Seth frantically typing on it. He's baffled, watching him hit the keys like he's shoving all his anger into them, and all that comes out is that deep monotone. Sure, it's a high enough volume that Gyre tips his head back slightly, but with no passion or tone in it, it loses all effect for him. He's completely out of his depth and every second that passes makes him realize it more and more.
He waits a few moments after the rant has passed to make sure that Seth doesn't have any more to type, before he returns, signing, "I don't know anything about you. Do whatever you want." He makes this utterly dismissive gesture, turning away from him. "Good night." And he's going to walk away from all this, assuming Seth doesn't stop him.
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In his shock the anger slowly disappears and leaves Seth staring blankly after Gyre, confused.
Did...did he drive him away? That seems like the most logical explanations, and the realization makes sorrow take hold of Seth, easily overtaking what remained of his anger, starting to think more clearly now that the anger wasn't clouding his thinking and he could keep believing his puppets were real friends.
He balls the hand not holding the phone into a fist, at which point he realizes he's still holding the key.
He had only been trying to help. Even though he had seen him interacting with Mary and found it weird just like everyone else, he'd still just been trying to help.
And suddenly Seth feels horrible for blowing up on Gyre like he did, even if it purely instinctual and the anger born from his need to deny the truth about how real his puppets were, though he didn't even consider the last part.
Clutching the key he puts his phone away before starting to carry Mary with him to check out the room Gyre had given him a key to. And in the end after locking the room from inside he ended up actually falling asleep on the plush bed, curled up around some of the pillows.
He would apologize tomorrow.
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Still, he knows he should stick close to them. He has no idea when the monsters will start showing up, and those are the only reason he's here after all.
This is all to say, he finds a park bench sometime in the late afternoon and he sticks himself there, eating fast food chicken nuggets out of box with a sort of bored irritation on his face. He's lucky the store owner was willing to give him anything for free, even if the thing he got is uh genuinely disgusting. At least it's food, and at least he's sort of alone in the park here. Hopefully it stays that way.
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So when he finally, finally, manages to find Gyre sitting on a park bench he is absolutely exhausted both physically and mentally.
Aaand then he the nervousness from the fact he was the one who'd driven Gyre away last night even when he'd just been trying to help him out finally catches up with and he clutches the doll he's been carrying with him to his chest, fiddling with his hands, slowly and very hesitantly approaching Gyre. The doll was his oldest creation, which showed as he'd never bothered to upgrade it unlike Marion.
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It's not until Seth is quite close that he finally focuses up, gaze snapping to him. He looks immediately wary, looking Seth over, taking note of the old doll.
"I don't need the key back." Making assumptions about what he's here for, because he doesn't expect an apology at all.
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"I'm sorry. I, I wanted to apologize for blowing up on you last night...you were just trying to help. And I..."
He chewed his cheek as he held the doll to his chest even tighter. He had trouble making himself sign the next part, as it got a bit too close for comfort his mental stability to admitting his puppet friends weren't quite as real as he wanted to think.
"I got angry at you unjustly because I was upset over what you said about them..."
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This is to say, it takes him a good long while to turn Seth's words over and try to figure out what exactly he's looking for in this conversation. He's not really sure how to continue it, even as he raises his hands.
"Your emotions are your own. Bringing up the past now doesn't change what happened." He shrugs, not quite sure if that actually conveys his thoughts on the matter? He's trying, at least, and he definitely doesn't seem angry, but forgiveness is just not a concept that exists to him unfortunately.
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"I, I know but...you still deserved an apology...I'm pretty sure I made you uncomfortable the way I blew up on you...I don't want to make people uncomfortable..."
Though sadly his puppet hobby by nature seemed to have most people creeped out.
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"Yelling tends to make people uncomfortable." His eyebrow is quirked as he signs, clearly wondering if this is what Seth needs to hear? Did he just not know that yelling was bad? What even is this conversation?
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"I...I mean yeah... I guess...a-anyway I just...wanted to find you so I could apologize for blowing up on you when you were just trying to help me and...thank you...for letting me use the room."
There was even a small tint of red on his cheeks at the last part.
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He straightens his head back up, unable to stop himself smiling just slightly at the sight of those pink cheeks. This kid is a mess. He hopes he doesn't die during all this.
"I hope you feel better."
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All the anxiety and nervousness and fear due to being outside finally came crashing down on him.
He falls a bit clumsily on the edge of the bench Gyre's sitting on, though there's a bit of distance between them, holding his head against the back of the bench, sitting on his legs and holding tightly to the doll with one hand while signing a bit clumsily with the other in response.
"About what happened with you, yeah but... ughhhh....why did I have to come outside? There's people, and they keep staring and it's scary-"
And on he goes, doing his version of rambling again. Yep, you're 100% right Gyre. This kid was a huge mess.
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No. Not anytime soon anyway, appears to be the answer to that question. He squints a little before reaching out and just covering Seth's hands. Stop for a second, good lord. His sign is quick, simple.
"Who cares?" Why does it matter that people are staring?
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"I care. It's scary, it feels like everyone is judging me, laughing at me inside their heads, like they hate me just based on what they see and hear rather than what's actually true. I hate it. What they look like when they speak to me almost never matched what they say...I don't want to get hurt again..."
He's definitely feeling shy, but is willing to open up to Gyre a bit. He had helped him after all.
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"Does it matter if they don't like you? You're still you, no matter what anyone else thinks." He can just begin to understand that last sentiment at least, and he nods carefully, clearly thoughtful.
"I understand not wanting to be hurt, but you can only do your best if people speak dishonestly to you. You know?"
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"I know...I know I'm still me no matter what anyone thinks but...they don't like who I am and avoid me. I don't want them to avoid or hate me. It hurts. Being outside is scary. It's not safe."
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"You can't make people like you. If they won't give you a chance, they're not worth it." He signs it with utter confidence, like it's easy to just ignore what people think of you. It is, for him, and he's really struggling to understand Seth's perspective.
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"It still hurts though...and...it's...lonely."
Seth is very reluctant to admit this, but continuing soon enough.
"I don't have anyone except for my puppet friends. I like them of course but..."
And there was the main reason why he was so hellbently on his delusion with them. Because if he didn't he would be forced to confront the fact he'd been living all alone without any friends for years.
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"You're in a brand new place. You can make new friends here."
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But...
"I'd...like to get new friends here...but...but...what if they don't like me? What if they don't like my puppet friends? What if they insult them and then avoid me like everyone else, call them creepy and disgusting and, and, oh, oh god how do you even communicate again!? Ohhh god I can't remember...it's been ages since I've talked to anyone except my puppet friends- what kind of things weren't you supposed to do again? And what's expected of you? Oh god I can't remember...did I ever even learn that stuff?"
And there he goes, fretting again.