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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.
Receive comments.
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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," his smile is something small and fond as he watches the emotions flicker across her face. They might not be lovers in her time, they might never have that easy and sweet contact that they used, but she will always be a part of his life and hold a place in his heart.

He will always reach out.
Which is what he does.
Reaching out to draw her in and plant a kiss on her forehead.

"You're family. You're.." a small huff because damned if he can find the right word. "You're everything. I don't care how tight it gets in there. If you need it, if your team needs it, the doors are open."

"Always."

Sara isn't expecting it. Oliver to reach out. Oliver to pull her in towards him.
Oliver's lips to end up brushing her forehead in that old familiar way.

What she isn't expecting, even more, is the sudden swell of emotion that rises in her chest, prickling at her eyes.

A confused rush that is everything about Oliver being away and silent these days and preparing herself for his distance or anger when she showed up; that is the stupidty of how they met here and the fact she knows he was seeing another her when he looked at her that whole first night; that her Oliver isn't here and she's afraid for his time and she can't stop wanting to help the man sliding his arms around her just as much as she ever has in every world and every time;

that is Martin's body in the medbay chair and his coffin in the ground; that is the time they fixed is now the time that is broken more than it ever was; that is her ship is half impaled in the ground, and something wrong with Gideon, and half her people here, but half her people missing, right after she swore, she swore she would be nothing like Rip.

Her lips trembled even as she strives to keep them straight, even though he can't see her face anymore, and it's impossible not to give in. Even if he knows almost none of it, and probably won't understand it in the slightest, Sara slips in closer just leaning her forehead against his chest, and then her cheek, raising her arms to hug him, pushing up on her toes into his arms even more, fingers digging in slightly hard on his back. Maybe like she's never quite had any real purchase in the last few days --

-- and that was exactly why she couldn't ever let anyone see it, know it, stop being The Captain.
Like she might not be able to stop it at all if she started stopping at all.

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Oliver doesn't understand. He doesn't know what Sara's life has been because he's so far behind everyone and it's frustrating beyond measure. But in any time, in any world, if Sara needs him Oliver will always be there. Always reach out to hold her.

He might not understand the reasons in her past that drive her to cling, that drive her fingers to dig in a little tighter, but Oliver doesn't have to. He simply has to be there because she needs it.

A Captain, a leader, they can't fall apart in front of the team and it's a lesson they both know too well.

Sara couldn't grieve when Martin had fallen in battle. Oliver couldn't grieve when Sara had fallen. Because the people that looked up to them, the people that counted on and depended on them needed them to remain steady and strong.

But alone, in this sterile little apartment that doesn't feel like home, he can wrap his arms around her. He can breathe a little easier. Because Sara will always be home to him.

Bart didn't want to be in the way, but he also didn't want to be too far out of the loop. And, well, something told him talking to the captain of the timeship that may be possible for him being here seemed like a good idea.

"I'm Bart Allen. Dr. Palmer suggested that I should probably meet you. And someone named Cisco, but I thought the captain of a rather obvious landmark would be easier to find in this mess," he said, smiling sheepishly.

He really wasn't sure what to do, besides get information and get the Tower up and running.

She turns her hand to lace her fingers in his. She doesn't even realize that she's done it, but the callouses and heft have, and will always be a comfort all their own for her. This is what she's used to, togetherness, the support they give to one another, the way he holds her soul, always. All she wants is for him to feel as grounded and stable as she can accommodate.

"Always. I mean, it's kinda our thing." The smile stays bright, just for him. They'll figure it out, they're kinda great at figuring things out keeping things safe for others. "Oh! On a good note, I found the lair. It's exactly the same as at home." That should help ground him, at least a little.

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"Okay." It's mumbled into his shoulder, or maybe it's more his collarbone under his shirt, where her face had been buried. Just for a few seconds. Only a few. Only. Only enough breathe and get too close to the part where her eyes might do more than sting and start swimming. She can't cry here. She can't cry now. It's still. She just can't. And even if he has no reason to offer it to her now, her mind hooks on those words.

You're family. You're everything.
if you need it. Always.

She nods, again, try to square her shoulders as she lets her heels touch back to the ground and her fingers release from pressing fingertips and nails and the side of her coffee cup into his back. Making a scene of herself. She shouldn't be doing that. To him. This wasn't why she came. This wasn't anything she'd prepared herself for. (And yet, there's a tiny voice saying she should have. Reminding her of him in the hallway. The hand on her arm;

How are you?
I'll cry at the funeral.

Hey.
I ... 'm fine.)

She takes a deep breath, and half a step back. She's not sure her face is collected in the slightest, and she's resisting the urge to reach up and rub her face. She's won't give it that much. She can do this. Even if she looks up at his face and back down, most of her face framed by the fall of her hair around it as she does.

"There's three others right now. Mick Rory, and Martin Stein, and, uh--" This with a faint pause as she realizes she detailing things she's not sure she should, and that will come out here anyway as they work; that it's all running into her incapability not to tell Oliver, any and every Oliver, the truth, and what Felicity told her happened after she died. "--Ray Palmer."

Because if they are opening boxes they shouldn't, maybe they start there.

"And," because it bears adding, too. "And Leo and his Ray."
"Who aren't exactly Legends, but they're ours while they are here, too."

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The compliment made Caitlin's brain short circuit for a second before mentally trying to shake it off.

"Uh-um...thank you."

Though it came out as more of a question than anything else. No, Snow, focus, she reminded herself.

"So, two dinosaurs?" She takes a closer look at Sara, wondering if the woman was a meta and she hadn't known about it.

Hunting...metas.

[Oh that makes her nervous.]

Sorry, my mind is still reeling from Uncle Jay Garrick--you must be from a different Earth?

So it seems. Trust me, I'm in the same boat. Everything is almost the same, but then there are some big differences.

It's very, very strange admittedly. But then so's the fact he looks like a kid, even if he looks a lot like a large cat.

Like a high school mascot, is actually the thought that creeps in, while the burn of her drink simmers in her throat and warms the top of her chest. It's not hard as usual, but she's not exactly looking for hard right now either, and it wasn't like most people looked at her and saw the girl who drank people twice her size under the table from her early twenties forward.

"Ouroboros?" Like the snake?

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Yeah, he was used to bars, considering he spends way more time than a kid ought to in a trans dimensional superhero dance club and mostly because it was safe, for the most part. Couldn't use your powers and most people left you alone unless they were fixing for trouble. He doesn't bat an eye at her or her drinking.

Yes, like the snake, but also less like the snake than you'd think.

"It's another dimension, I think it's outside of time. You're supposed to be able to travel along your personal timeline there." He replies and munches on a fry.

"I thought that might be it but this is a different reality altogether.'

Sara's demeanor doesn't change in the slightest. She takes another sip of her drink. But internally everything tightens just a little more. She's been outside of time. Her whole team has been outside of time. They paid one of their earliest and heaviest prices outside of time. It didn't make things better. The whole concept might worry her even more than the possibilities that already were.

"Huh." Is really all that comes, as she nods, putting it in the catalog of today's strange facts.

"I've never been a fan of the assumption anyone need to look bigger to be more dangerous." Case in point.

"Didn't think it was an assumption. It's a trick. It's for weak people who need a symbol to give themselves a boost. But Cape is just what we call folks who play the game straight." Which might imply he didn't.

There wasn't much in the way of facial tells, but his body language said a lot. He never turned fully to Sara, guarding his vulnerable belly from a possible attack, though removing the hood was a gesture of good will. It was his way of saying he'd give her the benefit of the doubt, that she wouldn't attack him.

Definitely not a Cape then.

There's not guilt, chagrin, or arrogance in the thought.

This is just a stone cold, hard fact, about who Sara is. What she does.
Sara Lance is a guardian of time, but that doesn't change her darkness.

"What do you call people on the other side? Or somewhere in the middle of both?"

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A pause, there's usually not a word like that for the other categories of morality. Atleast not one that carries a negative connotation. For a kid who was raised among villains and criminals he had a bias, and mostly thought heroes weren't what they appeared to be.

"Rogues, vigilantes, and if they're really bad you just call em what they are. Y'know, villains, crooks and monsters. I mean you don't look at one of Vazhilok's creations and think, 'gee, that guy sure seems swell." That last bit has all the sarcasm the kid was capable of. He was sure the lady had no idea who Vazhilok was but then, would you really want to? Frankenzombies, man.

"Hmm." Sara's first response in noncommital. The Legends are not black and white where it comes to what they do and who they are. They started out with people who were definitely capes, and people were definitely villians and killers, and and a good run of ambiguous in between.

This, and then a point-blank look at him over her drink. "And where do you see yourself?"

Ears turn back slightly when he's asked the question and he chuffs softly. Well see, now she's sizing him up, and he should have expected that. Still, he rebounds and gives his answer.

"Rogue." He says, thinking of a way to justify himself without really incriminating himself for past deeds.

"I do hero work, but its not like I do it cos I gotta get justice or something like that." True, he mostly does it because he'd be bored otherwise.

He's defensive, isn't he?

She adds, no pause: "What kind of hero work?"

Sara doesn't react either way, except to tip her head slightly to one side, continuing to appraise the kid who seriously looked shocked that she'd asked him to actually place himself in his own categories. The features aren't getting all that easier fast to being able to just look at entirely. "And why do you do it, then?"

There's something of barely shifting, but telling assessment in the way her eyes narrow slightly.
The answer matters, even if all of the people on her own boat would answer different ways and reasons.

Maybe a little. Adults he's learned to be wary of, but he's gotten better at socializing with them. His brows knit a little, but he was sure of his answer at least.

"Cos' there's not a whole lotta other stuff to do." Really, there isn't. Not unless he really wanted to assimilate into the culture of normal people.

"Someone once told me I was meant to do good things, and it didn't work out." Technically, he was that person, but neither of the individual people who made up the one person in front of Sara existed anymore.

He's young, too, and the young always do so much better with paranoid shoulder chips.

That part. The second one is almost interesting. "Why are you still doing it, then?"
If being good didn't work out, then why still stay at it?

Not that Sara had room to talk, that was basically the question she asked in the mirror a lot.
Terrified of her own darkness she'd tried to make anyone else take the Spear before she had to use it.

Ray? Is that you?

[ Have a familiar voice, who really doesn't sound relieved so much as busy. People coming in left and right. She's still been trying to track down the other half of her team, and now people attached to people-who-aren't-her-team but happen to be with-her-team-currently are appearing, too? ]

Can't really exist in this world without a little bit of armor. He'd been shocked by now... nice people were to him here for the most part. Sara was all business though, he could tell.

"I didn't get anywhere on the other side either." Shaking his head he glances away. "Wasn't like it was my fault but once you step foot in the darkness it's hard to find your way back. And with my powers it's even harder." Basically, shadow craft, you never get to leave the shadows. Even light, bright light, hurts him. In every way he's the embodiment the darkness taking hold of you and not letting go.

"Graceful entrance."

That's Sara not far off. She was not expecting that, and there's a wariness of uncertainty.

Because she can't be certain whether to hope or whether to hold still in the easier assumption that's most of her thought. Not since Oliver said he came in from two days after she died. Hope is a painful thing and she doesn't even know if it's there, or just the academic recognition of how fucking complicated this all might be able to get. Only that she's standing here, and only that Leonard Snart is going about standing up, and she's still missing one Leo Snart from the count of her crew before suddenly being here.

2

This cannot be happening. It absolutely can't. She pulled the blue medical gloves off as fast as humanly possible and pulled out her phone. Thanks to Gideon her phone will now work on this planet and put her in contact with others like her, Alex has to call someone - anyone who could possibly get her back to her Earth.

Alex's voice can be heard across the network and it's on the verge of being hysterical to those who know her but she's also retained the slightest bit of calm. Panicking is not going to help her here.

"This is Alex Danvers, I need to find Supergirl immediately. If anyone's seen her let me know. It's a matter of life or death." There is so much she doesn't say, things she doesn't give away over an open network like this.

5

Without her usual go-to bar available, Alex has to make do with this one. It isn't filled with nothing but aliens but the crowd is just as interesting as people from various points in history are seen about. She's currently taking up space at one of the tables with a bottle of beer in her hand and is picking out individuals.

"Edward Jenner was the first person to create a successful vaccine for smallpox."

This is a new hobby for her - Name that Historical Figure. Alex won't get an opportunity like this a lot so she might as well make the most of it.

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