Weekend Entertainment Part 2: May Test Drive Meme!

[havetubawilltravel]

Happy summer! It's an app_this_plz weekend, and you know you've got characters you want to try out.


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[havetubawilltravel]

Pinkie has made the biggest sundae in the world.

Okay, maybe not, but it LOOKS like it is.

...She'd be happy to share, but you'd better hurry - she looks ready to pop it right into her mouth.

Sebastian Blood, post-season 2, Arrow

[mm_delmonte]

The late mayor of Starling City is staring out the window. As he has since arriving. He's got a lot to think about.

Oh sure, why not

[notapilot]

[OOC: Slow though.]

Sam can't decide which is weirder about this place; the trilobites, the fish in the fireplace, or the TV show which might be a soap opera about squid. Catch him at either place.

[runningred]

{ooc:Slow is fine!}

Jay chuckles, watching the new comer from his table by the fire. "The fish seem to like marshmallows if you feel like feeding them."

[notapilot]

"That so?" Sam replies with a grin. "Do they prefer the big, s'mores sized ones or the little, hot chocolate ones?"

sorry I ain't sorry for making Sam deal with another teenager who has Issues.

[beenherebefore]

Alex, on the other hand, is... probably pretty familiar, in a way. He's picked a seat up against the wall, where he has a good view of the bar and exits, and has a tendency to look at people like he's trying to work out if they're threats or not. When he stands up and heads to the bar for a bowl of potato chips and a soda, his movements are careful and controlled in a way that whispers military. Not unlike one of the people he'd see at the VA, honestly.

Well, except for the part where he's fifteen. Though Sam would be forgiven for assuming he's older; the kind of experiences he's had have a tendency to prematurely age people.

Re: sorry I ain't sorry for making Sam deal with another teenager who has Issues.

[notapilot]

Sam's weather eye is pretty acute, sometimes more acute than he'd wish; but that's another story. He's been aware of the guy and curious. Thing is, in this place, that "kid" could be in an immortal for all he knows.

Still, he can't help worrying and so when he catches an eye, he'll nod a greeting. Maybe even gesture at the trilobites as if to say, "Can you believe these guys?"

Lafayette, True Blood

[a_little_cocoa]

It's just one of them nights when the cooking grease spatters a little too hot, Arlene is getting her bitch on, and Sam is being a joyless grumpy pants. Honestly, Sookie being her perky Miss Thing self despite the fucked-up-ness that is the state of Bon Temps these days (and nights...mostly nights...) is the only bright spot for him, but even that ain't helping him this evening.

So with a fragrant cigarette that he intends to enjoy thoroughly and in silence and solitude, he heads out the back door of Merlotte's--

--and right into Milliways.





"Oh, what the muhfuckin' shit happenin' now."

All he wants is a little break from the fucked-up-ness. Is that too much to ask?

Re: Lafayette, True Blood

[onceaviking]

Why is Milliways suddenly sounding like home?
Or what passes for it these days at least. The humid nights will never truly feel like home, not the way the sunless days and nights of winter in the high North do. Did.

Ah. There.

Cool blue eyes flicker up from the glowing screen of the phone in his hands.
The tight, black jeans makes his legs, stretched out in front of him, seem even longer.

Re: Lafayette, True Blood

[a_little_cocoa]

He casts his gaze around the bar.

Damn. If he's hallucinating this shit, at least it is a bar, 'cause his subconsciousness needs a drink.

As he warily makes his way across the room, he senses a familiar presence. Ain't nothing pleasant or comforting about this particular presence; it's one that scares the everlovin' fuck outta you.

It's the long legs that he sees first.

Then the cold blue eyes staring into him from that deathly pale face.

"Holy shit."

Lafayette stumbles back against a table and some chairs, fear gripping him.

He don't need this shit all up in his hallucinations.

[runningred]

{ooc: I so want to throw Jay at Lafayette but am happy to wait till he come onto the board if that works better for you}

[a_little_cocoa]

[OOC:I might not actually app him, just wanted to see if I could write him, so you can throw Jay in anytime! I'm also aware that they've already met in one of Eric's OOMs, but you can play it however you like.]

Morticia Addams

[cara_tish]

All Morticia wanted to do this morning was wake up, unchain the kids, and go take care of her flytap Cleopatra, but no. No, she winds up here.

"Hmm. I thought I'd boarded up this part of the house. Much too chipper, really."

Re: Morticia Addams

[inspector_blueeyes]

"Too bright for your tastes?" David asks politely, looking up from his paperwork.

Re: Morticia Addams

[cara_tish]

"How can anybody be expected to decay appropriately in such glaring brightness? If I wanted to burn, I would go back to the Vatican."

Re: Morticia Addams

[i_am_your_host]

"Oh, I agree, darling," comes a response in a purring German accent.

The Emcee is lounging on a nearby bar stool, clad in a black leather trench coat, in a haze of cigarette smoke.

"I always thought the place could use a few more deeper, darker shadows. Just to spruce it up."

Re: Morticia Addams

[cara_tish]

"People tend to underestimate how valuable shades of gray."

Morticia floats her way towards the German (maybe a distant cousin?), no feet visible under the tentacles of her dress.

"But I must ask - what are you doing in my house?"

[hey35andholding]

"Think this is bright? you should see the john." This is from the blonde dressed in a policeman's uniform.

[cara_tish]

"Ugh. How distasteful." Morticia looks around the room - neon, with cocktails.

"Why is there a party in my home without pitchforks?"

Speed Racer's Minx

[myshootingstar]

Minx is leaning on the bar in a stunning designer dress, rubbing her foot. Six inch stiletto heels dangle from her other hand. "How can anyone be expected to wear these for more than an hour?"

Re: Speed Racer's Minx

[52_dropoff]

"Last I checked, there wasn't any law to make anyone wear heels." Though who knows what's changed while he's been gone?

Re: Speed Racer's Minx

[myshootingstar]

She chuckles wearily. "Tell that to Anatol! I know it shows his designs off and everything and that's fine on the catwalk but expecting me to wear them for the whole party is pushing it."

She looks him over and blinks. "I'm sorry, I don't think we've met." She usually has a good memory for faces but she doesn't know this one.

Rikki Barnes | Marvel

[girlwithout]

There's a redhead wearing clothing that's a little too big and too worn to not be hand-me-downs, at least, sitting at one of the tables while she tries to do math. Tries to being the key word, because at some point she just sort of devolved into messily sketching a certain shield.

Re: Rikki Barnes | Marvel

[notapilot]

Sam has a sort of sense for troubled or, at least, thoughtful people and the redhead over there keeps catching his attention. He can't decide if she's a runaway or poor or whatever but he knows there's a story there. Girls that age don't dress is clothes that old by choice.

When he catches sight of her sketching he can't help saying, "The man has a way of getting inside of you don't he?"

[girlwithout]

Rikki looks up at him, startled, before realizing what he's talking about. There's something hurt in her face before she forces her expression into something more neutral. "Oh. Yeah. You could say that."