Test Drive; December

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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.
Profit

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.

Comments

[orions_shadow]

Within a minute he's able to atleast get on all fours, but he can't seem to be able to navigate well, and his eyes still clenched shut from the light. "She really doesn't want us in there." He mutters.

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[orions_shadow]

I don't really know who that is. Must be a cape if she's got a name like that. [Hi Alex. Have a lion boy.]

[humansister]

[Alex has seen a lot of weird things - alien kind of weird but a talking lion is kind of Disney-esque and new. And she'd be a whole lot more interested and surprised if she weren't trying not to panic.]

She's... she is. Blond, humanoid, red cape, has a yellow symbol on her chest. She was in a fight and was seriously injured so I have to find her.

[orions_shadow]

Seen some human blonds, but not with any costumes yet. Everyone is keeping their secret ID's close to the vest.

[humansister]

Yeah, they tend to do that. Makes it harder for the bad guys to come after their loved ones.

[Even as they're talking (and it's a good distraction), Alex can't stay still so she's on the move.]

[orions_shadow]

So they say. Badguys'll do it anyway. If you won't be telling me who she is out of the cape, should I tell you about the blondes I've seen?

[humansister]

Doesn't mean we should make it easier for them by revealing secret identities.

[Alex is protective of Supergirl because that is her little sister.]

I'd appreciate it if you did.

[orions_shadow]

Over by the Big Ben I saw someone in glasses who had her hair tied back and dressed nice, all smiles. There's Sara and she's like... Uh. Hm. I dunno. She's kinda wild. And Felicity is also blond and she's got glasses and also wears nice clothes.

[humansister]

[As much as it's a relief to hear two familiar names, they aren't the blond girl she's looking for. That unnamed girl, though - that could be Kara.]

Thanks, that helps. [She'll go to Big Ben and see if Kara is there still.]

What's your name?

[orions_shadow]

Yeah, sure. [He sounds a bit like he moved to america from a place where they had a more British dialect, but his accent is fading.] It's Shadow. You?

[strongerthanyouknow]

Sara pauses, for the first time since the one that went from ordering a drink to waiting and filling it with whoever the warm body next to her happened to be for two or three minutes, and her expression focuses slightly more. Familiarity in every bit of his last words.

Powers, and this -- well, whatever exactly this whole look going on all over him is.

"What powers?" She almost asks whether he is a metahuman, but the second half of that word seems out of place.

[strongerthanyouknow]

Where anyone else might say hello or that it was a pleasure, Sara listens with something a nod that might have been a stand-in for it, for him, or it might have just been the slightest nod in trying to commit this newest unknown kids' name to her memory. It's really hard to tell, even though her focus never waivers in the slightest from his face while he's talking.

"Cisco is probably with Felicity," And Ray by this point. Possibly Caitlin.
"Trying to work on seeing how usable the tech here is."

There were a lot of people with a lot of different skills trying pinhole their own niches into helping gather as much information on what was going on as possible. All hands on deck, everyone doing what they did best. Which was why for the moment the Legends were ground zero. Around their ship, and spread through the city collecting civilians and getting a mock up on the threats present.

"You come in alone? Or are there more people with you?"

[orions_shadow]

"Easier to show you." Really, it is. He doesn't always have the words to describe what goes on in umbral space or how it really works. Even if he doesn't look human, he started that way, at least in part, but then even he didn't quite know everything except what Orion said. He wasn't a Peacebringer, but similar. He drops off he chair, twisting and dropping down front end first into and through his own shadow, disappearing into he ground as if there was a hole down there. The Shadow moves towards Sara and he reaches out to tug her foot briefly, then shifts towards he other side of the room where he drops out on top of he pinball machine. It wobbles under him, and he hos off. Whoops. "See? I can do more, but..."

[kid_flash_found]

Bart isn't sure why, but he can tell she's focused on him. Her intensity reminds him of Red Robin, or Batman. He does his best not to draw in a little under it, forcing his shoulders back.

"I haven't seen anyone else I actually recognize," Bart said, wishing things weren't quite so close. "Honestly, the closest thing to familiar is an empty tower and that piece of the 31st century."

[havingprecision]

Sara needs a moment to ground herself, so that's what Oliver gives her.
He doesn't protest when she draws away and takes a moment to breathe. To pull herself back in. Oliver only just resists the urge to gently move her fair from her face, to tuck it behind her ear.

Blink. Mick Rory. Heatwave? Ray Palmer?
There's a moment of surprise, but he schools it away quickly enough.

"I don't know Leo or Ray but.. okay. If they're your team, the door is open." Even to a criminal pyromaniac and the rich egomaniac that took over his company. If Sara says they are hers, that's enough for Oliver.

[strongerthanyouknow]

She doesn't have to look up to catch the surprised pause between her words and his. Slight and small. Any number of people might miss it. Even his own people. But Sara's known him too long. She's known every shade of him for over a decade, and she knows what that is, even when it's pent in. It makes her have to look up.

There's a bit of uncertainty that lays there, clear on her face, because he says nothing to it, except the repeat of his open acceptance, and nothing is never expressly good. She's not looking to kick gift horses in the mouth, especially not when she needs it, they all do, but she's not looking to create a bigger later explosion than the one she and all of them are already likely brewing in the shape of Oliver from too many years behind, thrust outside of it with too many of them who weren't.

Sara looked to the side, what he had of this sterile strange room, that looks nothing like anything the thought of Oliver and Oliver's rooms, and Oliver's house, and Lair ever brought to mind. But it's what there is, and she glances back for asking. "Can we sit down?"

[havingprecision]

Blink.
It's both a comfort and it's unsettling that whatever has happened drug in their base of operations. What else could potentially be pulled in? What threats?

"Good. That's good. At least we won't have to worry about our equipment." For however long they're there.

He can sink into the moment at least, draw some comfort with Felicity beside him and her hand in his. That, at least, has not changed and he can only hope that it never will.

[havingprecision]

Of course Sara would catch his hesitation.
In time, in the future there will likely be some explosion between them. Tension regarding her knowledge of his future and Oliver's uncertainty of it. Tension regarding why she's traveling with a known criminal and a rich industrialist.

It doesn't make sense.
None of it makes sense.

There are a few things Oliver can count on however. His faith in Sara. His faith in Felicity. Small but profound things that have kept him from retreating entirely.

"Yeah." He perches on the edge of the couch, too uneasy to relax into it. "I have questions. But I'm not sure how many of them you can answer."

[havingprecision]

A nod. He won't specifically mention Barry. There are too many unknowns and he wants to do what he can to protect the young man if he can.

"Dangerous immortal, time travel, it sounds like things started out weird and got weirder." It's not much, but it's a start.

"Time being broken. How? I thought time was something, a constant. Something that can't be damaged."

[havingprecision]

Jesus.
It's.. a kid.

The arrow is returned to the quiver at his back and the bow dropped to his side. "Sneaking up on people on rooftops at night is a dangerous habit to get into."

[strongerthanyouknow]

"I probably shouldn't answer any of them." Sara says it, sitting down sideways from the back, one arm brushing the back of the couch, one leg curled in front of her so she can stay facing him, stay nearish, without being too invasively close, even to say that. Not because she's goading, or even correcting, but because she doesn't know how to be anything but honest about that. There's a reason Rip picked her. So many. But she learned so well. But.

But.

And their lives have always had that but haven't they?
But she shouldn't have been sleeping with her sister's boyfriend.
But she shouldn't have let him catch her on the roof top in Star City.

Like she shouldn't say it, and she still does, look up from the coffee cup resting on the side of her calf, to look at him and only him, in a clear way that asks as many questions as always true and too true admissions it makes -- "Ask me anyway."

Because as much as she knows the first, she knows this, too. She has only once -- once in her whole life -- been able to tell Oliver Queen no. To turn away from him. And it wasn't about him, then. Just like she's not that girl now; not even in that same life.

Re: { you're so much more than a memory

[citizen_cold]

Leo smiles easily at Sara even though he knows when she looks at him she sees his doppleganger. It's just something he has to deal with even if it hurts. He holds his hands out. "I've had worse receptions," he admits. He gives her a quick once over. "You okay captain," he asks, "anyone else around or did we all get dumped in different places?"

[orions_shadow]

"Usually don't have a problem. It's just you archers all like to draw your bows and let em fly without looking at what you're aimin' at." He says, relaxing somewhat, but clearly still tense. That says plenty towards his attitude towards archers. "So long as you don't shoot me for no reason like Wyvern, I'm cool." He says then, drawing back into an uneasy sitting position, on his haunches like a cat.

[pocket_sized]

Yes, but Ray might. You know, mention Barry specifically...

"That's one way to put it." If their world was ever normal to begin with, Lazarus Pit anyone? Mystical totems? Metahumans are par for the course when you take those into consideration.

"Time is fluid, Oliver. Events which aren't set can be changed and that's what we do, the Legends. We protect time." Only sometimes mess it up even worse than it was before.

"Something tells me you're not well versed in multiverse theories." He muses, then thinks of a way to explain it quickly.

"Or science fiction." A quip, then thinking. "We perceive time linearly because that's the only way we can. Cause and effect. From a 4th dimensional perspective, and that's time, that linear time we take for granted is basically meaningless. And it gets worse when you start getting into quantum theory."

Savitar | The Flash

[vivifier]

1.

At first, he thinks it's some sort of trick or trap from Team Flash. Being shoved out of his own armor by his temporal original, but when he lands on the ground he's nowhere near a park at night. Point of fact, it's broad daylight and he's...near Big Ben?

The thought occurs to him that he's somehow been shoved headfirst back into the Speed Force, but it was never like this in there. Inside, it was a living Hell. This...well. This is just a place. A place with a lot of other confused people around, some confused about his sudden appearance and some confused about...well, about something else. Their own appearance in this place if their panicking is any indication.

This...is going to take him more than a minute to wrap his head around. Dammit.

2.

[ A scarred looking 'Barry Allen', or Savitar to those 'in the know', and he looks like he's about to ask for someone. Anyone he knows to check in.

But then he says nothing, just yet, because well...who would he even look for? ]

You shouldn't have brought me here. [ He's still, apparently, operating under the impression that this is somehow an elaborate trap. ]