Monday DE: Test Drive or play whomever

[bjornwilde]

Eh, it’s late enough and this way the EU folks get a crack.

Post in with a pup you’d love to play and see if you got their voice. Please give us a clue if they’re fresh through the door or not though. 

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[splash_of_blue]

OOOOH!

And, speaking of test drive...

There are some unusual noises - beeping, crashing, the growl of an untuned radio, the too-loud humming of misworking components - to be heard in the garage.

Anyone investigating will find that the noises stop abruptly, leaving behind only an incredibly battered (quite possibly written-off) yellow VW Beetle.

[makes_the_toys]

Cisco is in his workshop down in the garage trying to put together a drone. It's delicate work, and all the racket is driving him up the wall.

When a particularly shrill sound causes him to flinch and fry a circuit with his soldering iron he's had enough.

"Okay, that's it," he announces.

With GP the porg on his shoulder, who has also not been enjoying all the raucous, Cisco exits his workshop and starts trying to track down the noise.

Closing in on it, Cisco jumps into the aisle of cars he's sure it's coming from and shouts, "HEY! Would you knock it-- "

Suddenly there's no noise, and there's nobody around.

"... off?" he finishes timidly. He glances around, suddenly uneasy. "Okay, that's spooky."

[splash_of_blue]

The completely inanimate little sunshine-and-rust-yellow car in front of him radiates innocence.

Also silence.

It is, in fact, so conspicuously innocent as to be suspicious, for those with the right suspicious turn of mind.

[makes_the_toys]

"Hello?" Cisco calls out nervously while looking around, his eyes skimming right over the busted up bug.

GP hops off Cisco's shoulder, fluttering awkwardly through the air and landing on the hood of the yellow car.

[childofrebellion]

Cassian's down in the garage looking over the various vehicles and considering what might be useful. The noises are distracting and he slowly makes his way to try and figure out where they're coming from, when he spots the car, he walks all around it. It seems to be still running but barely, he's flown speeders like this and starts to look inside it.

[splash_of_blue]

The little yellow car is resolutely immobile, notwithstanding the rust.

Or the various small components threatening to fall off it at any moment.

[childofrebellion]

He gives it a tap, it seems well made and rust and components falling off doesn't mean a vehicle won't run.

The hood's not obvious to him, different design than he's used to and he doesn't want to damage the vehicle anymore, so he mutters to himself, "How do I see your engine?"

[splash_of_blue]

Meanwhile, there are some equally odd, though significantly less mechanical, noises coming from the library, as the books are finding themselves subject to a comprehensive recategorisation, and are objecting strenuously to this unexpected disturbance.

It turns out, the... person... doing the reshelving prefers 'Dewey Decimal' to 'Wherever the borrower decided to put it'.

Anyone entering may find either a banana skin or, if very unlucky, a particularly intransigent tome dropping on or around them.

[hedge_bitch]

Kady pauses--far enough away, she thinks, from any flung books or fruit peels--when she sees the Librarian. She had come up to check out what magical books there might be, since that pamphlet promised them, but there was no mention of a...what ever this was.

(She knew it looked like an orangutan, but she also knows looks are deceiving.)

Surely they can't be worse than a Neitherlands librarian...can it?

[splash_of_blue]

He is, specifically, a Librarian having the time of his life, the books in his own library having long since learnt the benefits of compliance.*

But he definitely is worse than any other kind of Librarian - at least, he is if the m-word is used or books are not returned by the last date shown.

A particularly flighty volume of Adventures in Eight-Dimensional Q-Space, Vol. III makes a bid for freedom in the direction of her head, only to be firmly restrained by a long, hairy arm.

The book is neatly reshelved next to Volumes I and II and the ape pauses in his work to grin at her amiably, displaying a slightly disconcerting quantity of large yellow teeth.

"Ooook!"

*For, at any rate, a given value thereof.

[hedge_bitch]

She's no stranger to teeth, both the obvious monstrous kind and the ones that hide behind smiles, but something about those large, blunt teeth are creepy. Still she smiles, and steps forward, whether it's bravery or idiocy that motivates is up to wiser individuals.

"So do you need a library card to read the books or what?"

[bluehairhavingdemidoctor]

So, you know that noise, right. The noise seals make where they kind of sound like a human screaming. That noise. The seal scream noise.

There's a medical student making that noise right now as he sees the window.

Ironically, the seal monster (white, purple-spotted, with an orange mohawk) draped over his shoulders appears actually quite calm about the whole thing. He already has a daiquiri clutched in one flipper. It's mango-flavoured.

[splash_of_blue]

"Oook!"

The Librarian at a table near the window has a daiquiri* of his own, which he's raising cheerily in the direction of the little seal.

"Ook ook ooooook," he adds, reassuringly.



*Banananananananana-flavoured, obviously.

[bluehairhavingdemidoctor]

"No," Jyou says, sharply, jabbing a finger at the Librarian. "No, we are not doing this -- this free-associative, fever dream thing right now. We're just not."

'There's a window to the end of the universe and also an orangutan is talking to me' is exactly the kind of dream Jyou quite frequently has.

[splash_of_blue]

The ape shrugs, a movement which appears to break nearly as many rules of physics as what's happening outside the window.

"Ooooook," he remarks, which from the tone can be interpreted to mean something along the lines of 'Please yourself, mate', and sips his drink with astonishingly prehensile lips.

Slurrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrp.

[childofrebellion]

That's a very high pitched sound, Cassian looks up from his datapad and considers the young man who seems to have a digimon. Then walks over to say, "You don't have to look it. I avoid it."

[bluehairhavingdemidoctor]

"It'll still be there even if I don't look," Jyou grouses, jabbing a finger accusingly at the window. "That cannot be safe."

[childofrebellion]

"No, its not but few things are," Safety's rare and a measure of it is found in Milliways, but its an odd variety.

[goth_magical_girl]

Nico is reading one of the welcome pamphlets, staff in hand though she's a little less freaked out than she was five minutes ago.

"Wait, so I can order food? Can I have a burrito bowl, vegetarian?"

[desired_tavar]

A stocky thirteen-year-old in a Roman-esque tunic shoves the door open awkwardly with his shoulder, not actually looking up as he walks into Milliways. The reason is patently obvious: he's got a book in one hand and his other arm is supporting a sleeping toddler who has his arms wrapped around his big brother's neck.

It isn't until he pauses to readjust the toddler's weight that the young teen gets enough input to realize that he's no longer at home, and he immediately changes direction for the nearest booth to wave down a wait-rat as he does.

"Hi, could we have a big plate of Bar's chocolate chip cookies, please?" Desiderius asks brightly. "And warm milk if Proc wakes up."

Soon enough he's in a booth reading, with his brother leaning against him, still dozing, and a huge pile of cookies at a rather accessible place on the table.

(Why yes, Desiderius has already been taught that free food is great conversational bait.)

[childofrebellion]

Cassian always notices when there are younger people in Milliways, they're more on his mind of late as he's working with a cell of young rebels.

The young man's outfit reminds him slightly of Tavi and he pauses with his caf to nod, "Comfortable there?"

[desired_tavar]

Now there's a familiar voice, and Derius looks up from his book with a smile. The green eyes may be a very different shape from Tavi's, but they're the exact same vibrant shade of green as both parents'.

"Well, he certainly is," Derius observes tolerantly as he glances down at his baby brother. Proc's somehow got the simultaneous abilities to be awake at all hours of the night (Derius has been trying to take some of that off his poor parents' shoulders) and fall asleep anywhere. "I think he's trying to steal the arm from me, though. That's really not supposed to happen until at least two years in the Legions."

His family is a terrible influence.

"Hello. How are you?"

[childofrebellion]

He stares for a moment at that familiar eye color then smiles at the toddler,

"You're obviously the best pillow. Good, and I know you're probably related to Tavi but I don't know if we've met."

[undrownedlight]

The young woman who walks through the door is surprised, to say the least, and more than a little wary--but all her training has prepared her, at least, for the possibility of other worlds. They're just supposed to be entered in a rather more controlled manner than behind a door that definitely lead to her bedroom five minutes before.

But apparently her presents for the boys will have to wait, and for now, Aqua makes the calmest, most assured walk she can manage.

She's still pretty obviously not really certain where she is, though, because a waitrat comes up to her before she even makes it to the Bar. "Oh!" she says, and then, somewhere between wary and tentative, "Hello?"

The rat hands her a welcome pamphlet, and soon Aqua is reading it thoroughly and thoughtfully scanning the room as she is. So she might be an obvious first-timer, but at least she's taking it well.

[arkadia]

"Those welcome pamphlets are so useful," Eden remarks from where he's sprawled languidly on the rafters, with one arm dangling down. "They save so much time that it'd take to explain things."