Weekend Entertainment #1 - September Test Drive Meme

[havetubawilltravel]

It's way too hot to be September right now where I am, but we're verging on October right now, and that means it's an app_this_plz weekend, and you know you've got characters you want to try out.


H O W T O P L A Y:

-->Reply to this post with any character, new or old, you wish to app into Milliways.
-->Scan the post and respond to any characters you'd like to interact with.
-->Milliways members: feel free to respond with your applied characters or post them
--> Have fun! Post is open until Monday's DE and/or until the next Test Drive Meme!

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[havetubawilltravel]

Pinkie Pie has apples.

Lots and lots of apples.

Perhaps too many apples!

Maybe she's planning on eating them all, maybe not - you'll have to ask her to find out!

[heatherandsteel]

Quentin's yawning, he needs to get the coffee going as without it, Toby grumbles all night.

His yawn stops as he notices that he's in a place with humans in it and with a smell of heather and steel, his vibrant blond hair and pointed ears disappear to make him look like a normal teenage boy.

[intoaman]

"You," Diaval mutters, looking down from his perch in the rafters, "stink like iron!"

[heatherandsteel]

(OOC: His magic smells of heather and steel not him, just as a note.)

He jumps at the voice from above and puts his hand on his waist where his sword isn't, "No, I don't."

Iron's death and cold, he doesn't smell like it.

[intoaman]

"Um, yeah. You do. And flowers. The pretty purple ones from the mountain valley. How come?"

{ooc: Diaval can smell the magics of the world a person comes from so it seemed to make sense that Quentin would smell strongest of his own magic. I can change it if you like? That and Diaval can't tell the difference between iron and steel. It's all poison to him.}

[isawit]

Selina is cold, which is why she snuck into the sky light of the nightclub. They are always warmer than they should be because of all the people dancing. Plus, they can be very entertaining, as each has their own theme to try and wrestle the money from their patrons.

Looking down from the rafters, she watches and even her young, jaded eyes have to admit this club has got to be the weirdest in Gotham.

[runningred]

Jay recognises the way that shadow moves. Not a specific person yet but the style - street survivor of the fast and light variety. He was never that light. His style was much heavier and tougher but to cover the fact he was fast when he needed to be.

He has a large plate of pasties on his tables, thanks to Rae and decides to share. He picks a spot under the rafters and holds the plate up almost absently. "Help yourself."

[isawit]

Her eyes dart down as he speaks and a good part of her is tempted to run—they can't put you back in foster care if they can't grab you—but her curiosity has a greater hold for now. No bouncers or security is moving near, nor plain clothes that she can spot. Why not?

"Oh, that's not suspicious," says the pot to the kettle. As she speaks she also plotting several escape routes, just in case. Can't be too careful.

[runningred]

"Would you rather I take a bite out of them first so you know you're know they're not laced?" Jay answers sardonically.

He balances the plate on a rafter and sits back down, giving her plenty of room. "If you're plotting exits, you want the door on the right, not the left. The left one leads out to the garden and down to the lake. Won't help you much if you need to get out of here."

[a_rare_benedictine]

An old man in monk's robes, carrying a bundle of herbs, steps through the door and stops, blue eyes wide and wary.

"...well, I'm quite sure Brother Jerome would not approve of this."

[intoaman]

Diaval is hiding in the rafters, watching people come and go. There a very tasty looking grub on the monks herbs so he leans down to pluck it off. "Hello."

[a_rare_benedictine]

Cadfael blinks up at him.

"Hello, there."

[intoaman]

He turns the grub between his fingers. "Did you want this? May I have it?"

[witchfinder_general]

"I'm afraid he wouldn't even believe about this," says a man sitting near the fireplace. He's wearing black clothes of a cut that will be unfamiliar to Cadfael, but there is something definitely clerical about his demeanour. On his table, there are books, and a cup of a hot drink.

[a_rare_benedictine]

"Probably not." He turns towards the man, studying him with shrewd eyes. "Can you explain what it is... Father?"

[halfemptyglasses]

The young lady nearby agrees completely, still trying to find a phone signal. She would voice this in another declaration of how unpleasant the situation is, but the bundle of herbs gets her attention.

"Those... Those aren't unpleasant," she comments about them. "Not unpleasant at all."

[a_rare_benedictine]

"I would hope not", he says, bemused. "They're meant for healing."

[change_my_story]

He probably wouldn't approve of a small girl there either, but Matilda's sitting at a table by herself nontheless, with a bunch of colored paper and an open book.

She's been able to go up several grades for school, but learning origami past the 'crane' is still a work in progress. The frog she's trying to work on looks like he's had one too many drinks.

[a_rare_benedictine]

Brother Jerome doesn't approve of women in general, really.

Cadfael pauses in passing, looking curiously at her work.

"Good afternoon, daughter."

[halfemptyglasses]

Seriously? She got this lost?

The petite girl by the door sighs in frustration through her scarf, digs through the pocket of her pink cardigan, and pulls out a smartphone. She's got GPS or whatever on this thing, right?

..........and there's no service.

"How unpleasant," Kuriyama Mirai mutters as she types a draft for her blog's next rant.

[herr_bookman]

Autor shuts his book, and pulls a folded, professionally printed brochure out of his pocket. She looks like the perfect person to test his new guide on. "Excuse me," he asks, after approaching. "Are you new?"

[halfemptyglasses]

Mirai glances up from her phone with a start.

"Ah?! Ah, yes..."

She holds her phone out at arm's length and moves it around.

"Is.... Is there phone service here?"

No idea if I'm even gonna make a journal for this guy let alone app him.

[leeshas_muses]

There is a dragon seated at Bar tonight.

A literal, eighteen-foot-tall, five-headed dragon, nursing four mugs of beer and one steaming cup of chamomile tea.

Even in Milliways, that's not something you see every day.

[pullsneedles]

Hey, another dragon!

Sort of!

There's a teenager-ish boy letting his nice cold ice cream soda get a little melty at the sight. He steps closer, wondering what would happen if he greeted the dragon with both voices. He'll go with human first.

"Hi," he says, very small and fleshy.

But the Dark Dragon curls and uncurls his presence, large and looming but kin.

[leeshas_muses]

Several of the dragon's heads turn toward the boy. "Well, hello there, future voter!" says its central head, which has gleaming gold scales. "Hiram McDaniels, former mayoral candidate and current five-headed dragon, at'cher service."