Test Drive; December

[webroketime]

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

[strongerthanyouknow]

Caitlin's short circuit is ever cuter. That shouldn't be so amusing, but it's damnably good to find something normal, and adorable, in the middle of this epically terrible. Sara can't help the absolutely shit eating arrogance that is the smirk, when she says, "Maybe."

Like that still might not quite enough. Even if Caitlin is totally right to stare. Sara is about the same height and at least at the slightly blush of a glance something like the same build. Though Sara's training, both in the past and daily would be that difference easily in super close comparison or action.

But. Also. There were jobs to do -- even if Sara doesn't entirely lose her amused look. "How is out there from where you came?"

[strongerthanyouknow]

"If you don't mind pulling in with the rest of the team," Sara nodded.

It was a curious thing, and a trying one. One almost better left to the job she was doing, rather than the person it always felt like was facing her. Him being along with them, and know he didn't plan to be along long. But that, also, put him trapped here with the team, and if he might be a bit cumbersome for several reasons, it was still all very hands on deck with the current circumstances.

[strongerthanyouknow]

It's probably questionable how much of it he catches.

There's a movement of Sara's fingers, down and inward, to a dagger lying inside her jacket sleeve, along the bottom of her wrist, and her fingers go there, almost nye instantly when the shadow on the floor moves toward her. Pads of fingers on the bottom of a flat, razor sharp, throwing dagger, when the darkness tugs on her shoe and she stands a little fast.

But the patch moves and he reappears on the pinball machine, only to nearly knock the thing over. Seeming just like the kid he is, even the hairs on the back of her neck as a little raised all the same. One set of fingers holding a drink. The other still with two fingertips pressed to metal. Relaxed, but unreleased. Her head tilted slightly considering him.

It brings the question back she'd avoided only half the minute earlier. "So, you're a meta."

[strongerthanyouknow]

She's not too surprised about the first. That seem to be a lot of people's story already. Sara's eyes moved back to the skyline, darting back over the ones she couldn't label earlier and were probably on Felicity's maps, if she had those going yet.

"Which ones?"

[kid_flash_found]

Bart gestures, pointing out the rough area he'd known as the future he'd originally been born to, and the Tower.

"Given the choice, since it seems like the locks recognized me, I'll probably take Titans Tower. The defenses were at least partially online, and I wouldn't want anyone to get hurt who didn't have to. But it's like a ghost town in there. Not a hint of green fur on any of the furniture or anything."

[strongerthanyouknow]

[ That doesn't make it better -- in fact, in at least two different points of fact, both of which Ray knows about entirely, it could make it even worse; being outside of time; where time isn't -- but it's probably not a conversation for comms. It's a conversation that can wait. For gathered people, and moved civilians, and more of the ground canvased for threats and safe spaces. ]

Yeah. We'll have to work something out. Probably not over the comms.

[ If she switches, without a pause, she makes no bones about the back she's doing it. ] Felicity, do you have any kind of ETA on how long you need my Net Support?



[ Ray. She means Ray. ]

[orions_shadow]

"As opposed to..." Trailing off, as he couldn't really think of a better term to use. With an amused snort, he drops off the game onto the floor. His green eyes fall on her and her body language. Did he scare her? Really? Her stance reads like she's ready to defend herself, and that he was a threat. He probably should be proud that he can get that kind of reaction out of her, instead he frowns. "Meta is basically the only way to put it. Doesn't exactly explain how you get your powers but that could be anything. Aliens, science, mutations... Magic." The way he phrases it, leaving Magic at the end and adding emphasis, that's his origin. "Are you a meta?"

[strongerthanyouknow]

"Take it--" Sara's eyes narrow a little, her head tilting. She's up to scouting safe zones, and collecting civilians, and cordoning off some kind of watch on keeping the greater threats from this center of the city, the people being herded up for their own good, and those trying to get their hands around the situation.

"--like you're going to move into your ghost town? That someone just decided to place here for you?"

Does it sound like Captain Lance has opinions about anachronistic Trojan gift horses? Because it totally should.

[kid_flash_found]

"I've already been over the place as thoroughly as I know how, even sticking my head through walls and crawlspaces looking for secret rooms and stuff," Bart said, shrugging. "The place was built for the Teen Titans, and I'm a Titan. Besides, it's one of the few places I know here that can survive just about anything. And it's home. More than any other place I've had since..."

He trails off, looking off into the distance towards the giant T-shaped skyscraper that was in some ways more familiar than anything else. "Any other Titan who shows up will head there, too. What Nightwing and Arsenal and the others began is the definition of who we are. Titans Together."

[justanitgirl]

That would be a problem.

[kid_flash_found]

It's only a problem if you know that it's different than how it's supposed to be.

[justanitgirl]

Didn't you think it was a problem?

[kid_flash_found]

I'd spent my whole life in a glorified video game. That was all I'd known.

[justanitgirl]

[She is. She is a cuddly person. She's a hugger, a toucher, a comforter. She'd never been good at being otherwise. His face, however, confuses her. Did she say something funny?] What?

[pocket_sized]

Just found that funny.

Anyway, I'm good down here.

Shinichi Okazaki || Nana

[bass_instincts]

8.
Shin has been following the instructions on his phone to try to find this Gideon with very little success. Despite his blue hair he's rather obviously of Japanese decent, but his accent is what gives him away. That, and how little English he speaks. He walks up to the next person that looks like they might be helpful, "ah... sumimasen..." He struggles over the words, trying to show the person the directions on his phone, "Do... know where Gideon?"

5.
Always the mistfit punk, Shin manages to find his way to a nightclub that would let him in as soon as he gets a translator. It's far less fun to get a drink and flirt when you don't share much of a language, or only share enough to risk insulting them.

He sits at the bar, a guitar case propped against the bar. He keeps a drink in one hand and a cigarette in another, keeping an eye out for a pretty lady... or gentlemen to pass the time with.

Alex Furest || OC

[afraid_of_my_shadow]

2.
Hello? Is there anyone that is receiving this? Is this some kind of close network? Who else is on here? I'm Alex. From 2003 Earth, seems to have a rather different history than I've seen here, but it's also similar.

3.
Alex never has had a taste for fighting. Perhaps that's why it made so much sense for so many of his abilities to be protective in nature. That isn't to say he's without fighting capability. If any of the Mongols thought that the tall but frail looking kid wasn't, they were regretting it now. Alex had created what seemed to any but another empath an invisible shield around some of the protesters. He wields something else that would be invisible to most, long tentacles that rip swords and trip horses that dare approach him. A few even start fleeing in terror as he keeps fighting them off, only to regain their senses once they've gotten far enough.

The older teen is still growing tired as he fights, blood pooling on his sweatshirt as their arrows and swords add to his already numerous scars. He keeps urging them to leave, that there's better ways to fight back then letting themselves be killed, but quite a few seem to have no interest in his warnings. "Wh-what th-the!? H-how high are you all!? Get outta here!" He still fights to protect the protesters despite how close he seems to falling to them himself.

7.
Among all the holiday cheer is a boy alone, sitting on his phone at a coffee shop. Everyone around him is full of Christmas cheer, but he seems like he's in a world apart. He pulls his hood up to hide his expression as a family comes in, each one getting some kind of tasty treat. He quickly gets up and leaves, walking out with his eyes on his shoes, watching as tears drop to the ground. He leaves in such a rush it would be easy for him to walk straight into someone.

3

[orions_shadow]

He sees that display, not exactly sure how all of those mongols are being torn asunder by invisible--- things. He can sense them, though his head is still throbbing from earlier, he rushes back into battle and reaches for the boy, trying to pull him down into umbral space so he can have a break from the chaos. Besides, all that blood loss can't be good for you.

[afraid_of_my_shadow]

Alex pulls away reflexively, though seeing a face that clearly was not Mongol, he lets himself get pulled away. He falls to his knees as the sounds of fighting fades to only an echo in his ears. He looks up to his rescuer, "W-was there any b-backup?"

[orions_shadow]

Now they're floating in a black void, the only light coming from above them. "Cops are coming. What's the matter with you, letting yourself get shot like that?" Shad says as he looks upon the boy with scorn, trying to see if he was really hurt or if he needed to get him medical attention.

[afraid_of_my_shadow]

Alex frowns, "I c-couldn't just let them g-get slaughtered!" He starts actually assessing himself for injury, moving things, wincing the whole way through. It seemed that only a few strikes actually cut into him, but one on his leg in particular was very nasty. It was hard to tell just how deep it was, only that the blood flow was slowed but not staunched by his jeans.

5

[bass_instincts]

Shin comes by just in time to hear Alex's comment. He might have gotten a translator, but he still didn't recognize the name. He did recognize a pretty girl and a reason to strike up a conversation. "Huh?" He takes the cigarette out of his mouth as looks around, trying to figure out what caused her to speak up. "Are you playing some kind of trivia game?" He looks for a phone, having now seen quite a few people using them more like mobile computers than, well, phones.

Re: VIII

[madefromlight]

Ray nearly sunk to the ground in relief, but stopped himself by arching an eyebrow and firing back. "And here I thought you loved me for my mama's buttermilk biscuits," He sassed right back.

Ray melted into Leo's arms effortlessly, not even worried about where they were or what they had just been through. Being in Leo's arms was like coming home. There was no place he would rather be.

Ray pulls back slightly, but not far though. He can still feel Leo's breath on his face. "I am not losing you again. Do you hear me?"

[madefromlight]

Are we in LA?

Re: video

[madefromlight]

A time bubble? How?