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Test Drive; December

Test Drive

Welcome to the test drive for Time Trapped. This is an open forum to test out your characters to see how they would fit into the game and if you might be interested in apping them here. We want you to feel comfortable and, of course, test drive threads can be used as samples on your application to join.

First, a few housekeeping things before we start:

∞Apps will be open as of Dec 10th at 12 AM, and will reopen on the first of every month. They will remain open until the 10th of each month before closing.

∞Both first and third person prompts are allowed in the test drive. We encourage both. We also encourage making multiple prompt options in your post.

∞Finally, you will be allowed to transfer your test drive threads over into the game canon should you apply and be accepted.

∞If you have any other questions please feel free to refer to the FAQ or contact the mods directly.

Aside from that, happy test driving.

Instructions:
Post with Character you'd like to test drive using Name and canon in the subject line.
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Prompts

1. Acclimating to the environment
While Gideon has a part of the area sectioned off for now based on her calculations of where the time anomalies are going to occur the area is still large and confusing. It’s easy for a person to get lost or overwhelmed in this big mish-mosh of a world. Perhaps you are lost, or maybe you are just settling in.

2. Reach out and touch someone
Gideon has been kind enough to provide you with a way to communicate. Whether that be a device or a simple SIM card. Why not try it out by sending a public message. Of course, you could also be sending it by accident.

3. Make peace, not war
While LA has become a hodgepodge of different times it has also become a hodgepodge of different areas as well. Exploring the downtown LA brings you to a section of Greenwich Village in New York. Unfortunately what was once a peaceful protest has grown into a fight between Mogul hordes and peace loving hippies who just want to protest. Local enforcement is, of course, trying to sort out this mess but it seems they might need a bit of outside help.

4. What's this strange building?
The 'Hall of Justice' stands in a sorry state as nature is trying to overtake it. Vines are crawling up the walls and there is Dimetrodon sunbathing in the courtyard, or what's left of it. Inside, any technology seems to have been destroyed and there is no sign of life. Still, it is a ruin left to be explored and the local archaeological society is willing to pay good money for relics from inside. Be warned that there may still be some rather nasty traps active inside and around the hall. If you happen to be a from the DC world you might see a few familiar faces among the broken statues that once adorned this building.

5. Let’s dance
The Verdant. A rousing nightclub in 'bad neighborhood' of what was once Starling City circa 2013. There seems to be a wide variety of patrons here tonight, anything from Greek Scholars to some Greasers. What a great place to grab something to drink or maybe cause a little trouble.

6. Dressing in style
Perhaps you arrived in less than ideal clothing. You may have arrived in no clothing at all. It might just be about time to look through some clothing stores and find what is right for you. Of course, it’s never that easy though. There are pickpockets and thieves all over the streets. You may just become their next victim.

7. Home for the Holidays
Little old London town is high in festivities right now. It's Christmas and the area surrounding Big Ben is snowy, though it's a bit melty due to the climate in LA. Festive decor and foods for sale circa 1885 in england and emotions are cheery and positive. Take a horse and buggy or attend a christmas party.

Just hope the mongols don't show up. Or Amazons.

8. Wild Card. Go nuts.

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Sara can't miss the weight of the look Oliver shoots her, but she doesn't cow under it either. They've never really backed down from throwing words or looks that could kill at each other in the past. The present-past. Home. They hadn't even when he, this Oliver, came from where he came from. They hadn't really ever after she came back from Nanda Parbat the first time.

In a move that would stand out to her team, but probably doesn't stand out to either of the men there, because they aren't one of the Legends, Sara actually doesn't touch her drink first. One of her hands settles on a hip, and her weight on that foot, and there's something frustratedly called out and, possibly even just frustrated in general at the circumstance, in her expression.

"It's not exactly that easy." She almost says Ollie, but the familiarity, and what might have been a pleae to understand if they'd been alone, gut checks from John over there, and the way he's just putting it out there that they should ruin time without thinking about the actual repercussions for, you know, all of time and 2017, and everything after that.

Edited 2017-12-03 15:43 (UTC)

[ Sara lets the silence roll. She knows Felicity, trusts Felicity even, to get what she meant and knows that if anyone else here was going to, Felicity would be right there with her feeling the weight of that truth. Sara continues to talk to other people, assigning areas to look through, waiting on Felicity. Who deserves the time to have her own reaction that isn't easy.

Even if it's probably a world easier than having it two feet from Oliver's face.
Still, Sara can't help the grimace that forms at Felicity's words when they come. ]

That's not exactly how the whole time travel displaced thing works, Felicity.

[ It's not an easy thing to say, but it's easier to say it to Felicity, flat and honest, than it was just asking Oliver to trust her. Based on nothing more than who she was. If anything Sara would love to pretend to be as naive as Felicity's first comment, but she's fucked up enough of time too recently to let herself get away with such an emotional answer to a complicated question. Especially one that was as personal as Oliver Queen. ]

For as much as Sara tells people, she might be all but heartless, it's moments like this her own heart reminds her, violently, that it really still is in there. For herself, just as much as it more loudly and oftener turns up for her people. When it gives a twisted whine of sympathy and understanding, guilt and responsibility over Oliver's hand catching her arm and squeezing it gently.

Out of the norm. Not something he did a week ago. Because a week ago, on both their Earth and another Earth Oliver knew what this Oliver doesn't, hasn't, except for less than three minutes: that she's alive, and not dead. It makes her want to explain, and even more torn in two about why she knows, deep in her bones, she shouldn't.

The words threaten at her mouth, despite logic, almost making her lips quiver, and she just gives him, a nod.

Keeping it and herself at only, "I'll be here."

John groans and thunks his head against the bar, sighs, and strips off his shirt and jacket, his multitude of scars and tattoos suddenly visible. As he places his hands on the counter and swears in several languages, he stares at them both. The air crackles and above the bar lights zap into being, lines crossing and recrossing each other, with dates attached to points along those lines, and not in order.

"I hate time travel," he mutters, and then speaks to it, "time is never simple, never easy, but this is an extraordinary circumstance. I'm from your future, Oliver and so, I suspect, is Miss Lance. And yes, I've been to Star City since the meeting you recall. But the occurrence is... complicated and could be made more so."

He stops there, eyes on Sara's. There is compassion there, but also a certain amount of determination. Sorry, Sara. John's not stopping.

"Let me guess. Either bloody Braniac 5 or Rip fucking Hunter."

Then his eyes flick back to Oliver's. "Trust." One word, heavy, and not asking. But hoping. "Otherwise, this is all fucked."

John took one look at her, a look she has probably gotten before, the flat look of someone who is just facepalming internally. "No, its not." And he grinned at her and started forward.

He was ready with a paraphrase. "As a wise man once said, 'There are worlds out there where the sky is burning, where the sea is asleep and the rivers dream; people made of smoke and cities made of song. Somewhere there's danger, somewhere there's injustice, and somewhere else the tea is getting cold. Come on, Felicity, we've got work to do.'"

he smirked and nodded. That had been a fun enough bloke, if a bit touched in the head.

With a thunk, a box lands at his side, with a whole pizza, fresh, still, if cooling in the air.

"Eat up, kid. Watching's never fun." John settled to a rock nearby, letting down a backpack and pulling a beer from it, then holding out a bottle of some soda pop or other toward the kid.

"Dinner's here." He's got a hoagie for himself, London style and is quite happy with it.

Edited 2017-12-03 16:24 (UTC)

An ear had turned, listening for John's movement before he turns his head just as the pizza is dropped near him and his eyes fall on it. Oh? Morphing fluidly back to his humanoid form from his being fully leoine at that particular moment, he glances up at the brit and accepts the soda. There's a moment of hesitation before he actually reaches into the pizza to investigate the food as the kid was still getting used to the idea that he could trust someone like John even if he was new.

"Thanks." He says, studying John for a moment before he takes a bite off the pizza. Guy has good sense, as there's plenty of meat on this pizza and this pleases the kid.

"Guess you figured out who I was from me talkin' about my paws, yeah?" His accent has faded, but where he's from there were plenty of brittish and europeans to learn how to talk from. Mostly being as it was a penal colony from the time of the pirates and he likes to think he's rather swashbuckling himself.

"What's your deal then? Are you a cape like all of them?" A pause as he sniffs the air a bit, whiskers shifting forward.

"Oh. Magic?"

Edited 2017-12-04 21:34 (UTC)

[The ten minutes has given her time, but not really enough to fully digest the facts. Logically, she understands perfectly. Between her conversation with Ray regarding this place and her conversation with Sara she understands, but there's never really enough time to fully digest that the man you've loved for six years, the man you just married, is from three years before the point you married him.

But Oliver is still Oliver. She'll always know that always accept that, and always love him. No matter the point in time he's from.

It had however, given her time to hide the ring. She'll have to figure out a more permanent solution later. Probably wearing it around her neck with a chain long enough to hide it no matter what she wears, but it's at least not going to be a questioning point for now.]

I'll be here, figuring out how to make sure everyone's tracked and accounted for ... like I do.

[Ramble, don't go quiet. She knows he knows all her tells. He knows everything about her the way she knows everything about him. She has to try and alter herself and it's making her feel sick. Sick that this is happening, again, that's it's worse than before. But until they figure out exactly how to deal with this she has to.

She doubt's this is going to work.]

[Felicity expected that. She expected that immediately. Except that she also knows how this will play out if they give him nothing. She knows Oliver, knows his anger and his feelings of betrayal. Knows how quick he is to swallow it down when it's those closest to him when there's a job that needs to be done. How he'll compartmentalize his feelings so as not to jeopardize the team and how it'll be eating away at him the whole time.]

I know.

[The response is immediate. Even with just Thea, things were going to be complicated. Easier, but still complicated.

It would be easier to just leave it there, but Sara needs to know why. Felicity knows she's protecting her team, protecting time. But there's also the here and now that needs to be protected too.]

How is it going to help things if he's at odds with most of the Legends? I can tell you for a fact that he probably wants to at least punch Ray. They did not have the best of relationships for most of that year.

[At least the 'Sara's alive' can of worms is out of the bag. She also knows that part of the reason Oliver didn't like Ray was that of the fact that she was dating him, the because she was dating him and he was the ATOM. But that doesn't change the fact that Ray stole Oliver's company, like, that day.]

Sara, We're going to figure this out, but it's not going to help anyone if Oliver is constantly being blindsided with important details.

Edited 2017-12-03 22:58 (UTC)

So, a pocket dimension outside of all our timelines.

[She knows she's finishing his thought for him. It's something they've always been able to do with one another. She does it with Curtis and Cisco too. Basically the curse of being a genius in a room full of them.]

So basically this could be 'The end of Time' but, you know, real. Which means we'd have to find the original anomaly. Which, so far, are none of us, unless someone altered a fixed point in time. What time is it?

That's the thing - whatever he and Sara have been to each other, whatever they might be to one another - there will always be that sense of trust and compatibiity. They know one another, they understand one another.

Oliver's focus sharpens as John strips off his shirt and the lines and lights begin intersecting before them. Potential lives and lives changed.

He doesn't recognize the names, either Brainiac or Rip Hunter, but they are absolutely filed away for future reference.

Trust.
A tightness to his expression that's almost, almost a smile. "If I didn't trust the two of you I wouldn't be here."

[There's an easy familiarity there. Oliver can listen to Felicity and her excited rambling about technical things that are hell and gone over his head but she never hesitates to stop and bring things back down to the level of the average college dropout.]

Good. I've heard from Sara and Thea so far.

I'll be there in a minute or two. As long as I lose the Mongols tracking me..

That was totally what she just said, but then again John doesn't speak Felicity ... not yet at least, and she's okay with that.

"As always, ready, willing and able." Maybe not always that second part, but willing or not, she'd always do it. The question was, what first. If they were doing this with tech she would be all on what to do, but magic was still completely foreign to her.

[So he's heard from Thea. She already assumed that and she knew the state the other girl was in, mentally and physically. There were probably questions and answers that Sara isn't going to like. It's exactly what she expected of the situation, just like she expects that Oliver will put two and two together and get the truth no matter what he's told.

Still, his last comment brings a bright smile to her face. Trust Oliver to get tracked by Mongols.]

Mongols are really good at tracking. I mean not as good as you are, but good. So, basically, see ya soon.

[A beat before.]

Oh, should I order you a coffee?

Sara, who doesn't startle for a whole lot, not even in this days' insanity, has to blink away disbelieving confusion at what begins to happen around Constantine. That was not any kind of light show she remembered ever taking place anywhere around the happenstances of returning her soul to her. Not that she remember much of anything, ever, about that time. But it wasn't anything like that.

"Once upon a time," Sara says to John, without the flicker of an eyebrow, and if that answer is as elusive to which specific name as it is trite, maybe it's personal, too. Maybe she doesn't well damn want to say she 'belongs' to the man who just got his own people killed, who she had to turn on and turn in. Not even if he happens to be in this place with them. Not even if he's the reasons she is who she is today.

He doesn't deserve any of that right now. Any of her. Not after she trusted him, again, and he drenched it in blood.
Sara does finally pick up her drink, because, hell, if they are doing this, on top of today, she deserves her drink first.

[ Shortly after this ]

Sara isn't a hoverer and if she is a Legend, even when she’s stocking two thousand thread count sheets at a back end bed store in Timbuktu, she’s not time’s mother even then. She has to trust as much as she’s asked other people to, and maybe just hope that the world doesn’t implode. Or just accept the risk. Because it’s not just Thea, or Oliver, or John. It's every single person in this maelstrom now threatening it with each new word.

Which means at a given time, when it seemed right, she’d left Oliver and John to talk. She’d gotten herself another drink, and another after that, and she’d found a spot in the back with a dartboard: that she was currently throwing a trio of short daggers in a clockwise shift of triangle points around the outside of it.

Edited 2017-12-04 02:04 (UTC)

The Dr Who episode? Funny, even while here and spending all my time on a time ship I really didn't think we'd end up in a scenario out of a show I actually watch.

[He glances at his palmer tech watch which he put the sim chip in.]

8:30, I have. But that might be Waverider time.

Didn't you have that whole George Lucas thing?

[She feels like she remembers him telling her about something like that.]

It doesn't have to be my time, we just need to see if it resets. Of course, even if it doesn't, that doesn't mean the theory isn't still valid.

Is one person most now?
[ Sara doesn't count herself in that box.
Not the way Felicity is making it sound. ]

And I would assume the way we have to handle any other emergency: like adults who have to put their drama to the side until we figure out what's going on and how to stop it from breaking the Earth again, and all of time with it, this time. I can't think that Ray would do anything to exacerbate whatever was happening that year, and The Legends have dealt with Oliver from another time before.

[ But the rest is just as probable as it problematic. ] We'll have to tell him something about Ray. It's not like we're going to make it very long before he's going to see Ray in his suit. [ Or her in hers. It hasn't happened, but those are predictable. ] Or all of the Legends working in the field, for that matter. [ There's a frown. ] I'll work on that one.

That was more of a Back to the Future scenario. He quit trying to get a film degree which erased both mine and Nate's passions for History and Science respectively. I became a heart surgeon over a matter of three hours.

[He looks to his watch, counting in his mind. Right, he gets what she's saying. And now it's just a waiting game.

58, 59, 60, 61...]

It hasn't changed. Pretty sure this is functioning.

[Switching the setting so the milliseconds and seconds are shown. No change.]

That last part was more what I was thinking about. Ray was just an example. Plus Central City's team wasn't exactly a thing yet at that time, and what happens if any of the current team shows up and starts talking to him before we can get hold of them.

[She pauses, realizing something that's probably pretty important here.]

At odd was, probably not the right word. Too many variables for us to control properly would be the right thing.

I'm not saying to just start spouting off everything, but what he needs to know, he needs to know.

[She's been watching her laptop as well. Technically they'd need more clocks, but two will have to do.]

Mine's not moving either. Score one for the stopped time pocket dimension theory.

That gets a tiny hint of a smile out of him, though he might be hiding a slight tremor when she mentions working for the police. "At least you're putting your skills to good use, to a noble cause, helping those who...serve and protect."

The barkeep, polishing glass beer mugs behind the counter, has by now spotted them. "Don't moind yer comin' in, but are ye orderin' or meetin' oop?" he asks.

Herbert might dart a look between the barkeep and Kristin. "I guess I owe you a drink, at least, for getting me away from those ruffians out there."

One variable anyway. [He had a bad feeling in his gut. Maybe now was a good time to go try and get the waverider working?]

It occurs to me that we might want to employ the buddy system. Think you can get Sara on board with that for me?

I'll come back if you need help getting somewhere safer. [There might be a little guilt in his eyes, but also conviction. He's gotta at least try.]

[She raises a brow, knowing he's probably going to do something wholely not approved of.]

Ray, what are you planning to do?

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Oliver; Take Two { i woke up in tears; with you by my side

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Re: Herbert West / ReAnimator movies

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