W.E.: Test Drive Prompts

[bjornwilde]

 So I got to sleep in but the Weekend Edition still needs to happen!

Since it is app time, how about folks tag in for prompts and fill them with any pup they are thinking of app'ing or wish they could app. If that is too structured, just tag in with the pup and see if anyone wants to try out a thread.

ETA: Tag in with your approved pups for prompts as well or tag new pups. Far be it from me to exclude folks. =]

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[galactic_prez]

A rumpled flyer lands on the bar in front of her, pressed under the palm of one dubiously-ornamented hand.

The second hand holds a drink. (It is smoking. It is not, actually, a hot drink.)


The third one pushes back wild blonde hair from one forehead, clearing the way for one set of eyes to wink lasciviously.

(The other pair is staring contemplatively off into the middle distance. Or, they would be, were they not covered in pitch-black sunglasses.)

Both smiles are dazzling. The flyer says "Guided tours! Sail the Horsehead Nebula! Consult the gurus of Aberjonian IV? Marvel at the ice-planet of Forthinsia! A once in a lifetime experience! (Third trip half off)."

It's possible Zaphod doesn't precisely understand the subtleties of marketing.

"Hey, hey, hey," he says, sloping onto the bar in a jumble of limbs that someone manages to look casually, thoughtlessly, choreographed. "You like a girl who knows where her towel is."

[27yrsandwelldoitallagain]

That's.

That's. Uh. Interesting.

Audrey and her martini glass might be staring a little.

Eyebrows pulling toward an obvious crinkle, as she said, "In my bathroom?"

[galactic_prez]

Four eyebrows lift back at her.

"Not great planning for when you decide to run away to see the ends of the universe on a moment's notice," he informs her, sliding gracefully off a bar stool, before regaining his composure.

"Or is that innuendo? I can never tell with Earth girls. You're all so literal."

[27yrsandwelldoitallagain]

And unnerving. Audrey wants to add unnerving. That's what. Unerving and creepy. And she hasn't like missed out on the last hour and had like five of these drinks, right? She's not really one for drinking to excess in public. But one has to question oneself when faced with this kind of thing.


Or just blurt out -- "You have two heads."

And an extra arm. Like somehow he hasn't noticed that before now. Smooth.

[galactic_prez]

"I find it's handy to have an extra around."

The shrug he gives, what with the two heads and three arms, is a complicated sort of affair, but he manages it with aplomb and knocks back the rest of his drink.

The set of ears on that head turn blue and start smoking gently -- coincidentally, much like the drink itself.

"What happens if you run afoul of an assassination plot and you only have one head? Well..." He considers, for a moment. "I guess it does give them an extra target."

[27yrsandwelldoitallagain]

Okay. Um. That could have been put better. Okay. Uh. At least he doesn't look in the slightest bit offended, even if Audrey's still not sure which of these faces she should be looking at it, or if she should stop looking at him like she can't look away. Except looking away might be just as rude since he did sit down and start talking to her.

And you know? The best answer to all of this is to drink a lot more martini with a flat, uncertain smile. Gulping it down and before she notes the thing his head is doing, and she can't help it. It's out of her mouth really fast and baffled, too. "Is that supposed to be happening? Your head is smoking."

Even though he looks entirely unruffled. Which might be the only reason she isn't panicking. Yet. Sort of.