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

Sara Lance | Arrow/Legends of Tomorrow { Current }

[strongerthanyouknow]

2 { if you're still within the sound of my voice

"--the hell, Gideon?!"

It's hard to say if that's actively an actual question, while the face of a young woman with blonde hair, in the middle of what looks like hitting the side of her wall screen suddenly appears. She steps back barely, and her crossed arms don't look any safer than the earlier hitting.

"Legends, if you can hear my voice, report in! Is anyone out there?"

1 { now we're sober in this light

Sara does like this, but it's not the first time she's beens tranded in time. Not even a time that is as obviously broken as this one is. She's still not certain The Legends aren't at some kind of fault. They've been in this kind of fault for a little while now.

Still there's booze time over, and Sara has a penchant for finding it, and being stuck in this -- that requires at least one drink. It's always one if only one is in front of you at a time, right?

[bringstheheat]

"'m here boss." Mick's head hurts like hell.

After the jungles of Vietnam he'd gone back to his quarters and gotten good and drunk. Or at least he thinks so. Things got kind of hazy after the first or second round.

"The hell happened?"

[strongerthanyouknow]

Relief at Mick's voice break like a wave, and Sara's whole expression skips for a second, bright in her eyes, as she looks up, to be sure, and it is. It is Mick. She swallows that down (one of her accounted for; six to go) and goes back to what she was at before he answered.

"Working on that," Sara says, still doing exactly. Not entirely fully on screen anymore. Trying to figure out what in the hell actually just happened. To the world, to the Waverider, to her crew. "We seem to be back in Los Angeles, 2017 again."

Sara's shaking her head, even as she looks up.

"Unfixed Los Angeles, 2017." To be precise.

[bringstheheat]

"Unfixed. So you mean before Hunter and his team of suits show up and make matters worse? Perfect."

Don't mind him, he'll just take a second and duck the passing pack of raptors before answering again.

"Where the hell are you anyway? Where's the ship?"

1

[youbroketime]

Rip blinked and groped for his device. "Captain Lance," he asked carefully because he isn't sure he heard Sara or Gideon for that matter. "I'm here thought I'm not quite sure as of yet when or where here is."

[strongerthanyouknow]

He doesn't say his name, but he'll never have to. Sara is certain that Rip's voice is another of the ones locked in her memory for the rest of her life: for good, and for bad. Story of her life, and all of those that stuck, wasn't it?

"Los Angeles, 2017." It's cool. Cooler after the freeze of her body at realizing it was Rip. "Again, somehow." That's frustrating, but even more frustrating is catching that slipped comment, familiar and confidential, only as it's coming out of her mouth. Like he didn't just kill his people, and she didn't just turn him in.

Which is probably why what comes next is: "Aren't you supposed to be in a dark, dank hole somewhere still?"

[youbroketime]

Rip winches even though he knows most likely Sarah can't see him do it...at least he hopes she can't see him. He wouldn't put it past her to exploit any moment of weakness from him. "I was," he admits quietly, "not that cells at the Time Bureau are dark dank holes. But then I heard Gideon calling for me and how could I not answer that call." He sits up and looks around him slightly horrified at the amount of aberrations he sees. He then looks at himself and realizes for some reason he's back in his Time Master outfit, long coat and all. It feels like a comfortable costume that he didn't realize he was missing.

"It's like time is resetting itself somehow.....the city looks like the Bureau never cleaned it up."

Re: Sara Lance | Arrow/Legends of Tomorrow { Current }

[steeledhistorian]

Yeah, I'm here too. I think.... [she gets a slight smile. ]

We figure out what happened yet?

[strongerthanyouknow]

"How 'bout we skip think, and go with know for now--" Sara drawls, coming back into view of the screen, and if her immediate relief isn't as apparent as her first voice that checked back, it's still there inside of her. (Two of six now; four more to go. They're okay, and if they aren't, they'll find the rest of the crew and make it okay.)

"We're grounded in Los Angeles, 2017. Before we appeared the first time." And then, just a touch trite and the edge of her mouth crooking almost up, as if it spite of her own declaration. "I think."

2

[chosenbylightning]

Okay so it's not like drinks are going to impact Barry at all. Even a little. But he can at least pretend to have a drink while taking in the sights. Cowboys drinking with.. wait. Astronauts?

There's a familiar flip of blonde hair and a profile he recognizes, sending Barry in her direction. "Sara?"

[strongerthanyouknow]

She turns at her name, quizzical blase curiosity of being called only. Only until she spots the person in question, and her distance turns into a smile. "Barry."

Sara stood up from her stool, easily, taking a few steps in his direction, drink in hand.
"I thought someone mentioned you were around here somewhere."

2

[pocket_sized]

[His voice is slightly dampened, as if he's further away from his comm. Mostly because he is.]

I'm here. Working out a technical issue but I'm here.

[strongerthanyouknow]

"Ray!" There's an exclamation that's part-relief, and even more triumph. Someone she can finally sic on the ship, who will have a better go of it than anything she's tried at this point. Except his comm sounds weird and it stops her, looking toward the space where the comm is. "Things alright on your end? You're -- not breaking up. But it sounds -- weird?"




(Three. Three of Six. That was half now.)

Martin Stein | Flash/Legends of Tomorrow { Current } 2

[alittlehelpfrommyfriends]

"Captain, is that you? Reception's not good where I am, but I'm here. Martin Stein, reporting in."

He was sitting atop a small rock formation, staring at a giant structure he knew, and wondering if he was mad. He felt stiff, and old, and bruised, but alive, and he was wondering about that. How had this happened? Why?

"Are you alright? Where are you?"

[strongerthanyouknow]

Epicenter of all the aberrations. Where the Waverider crashed the first time.

[ Sara gets back, feeling something in her heart-easing even when the tension of the moment.

(Four of six, four of six, four of six)
She has to, and she has to hope. ]

Is Jax with you?

Ronnie Raymond | Flash/Legends of Tomorrow {AU Current }

[letmedomything]

The bar is a little wrecked, but there is alcohol, and Ronnie can really use some, right now. What with the lack of any idea why he is alive. Just that. Even if it is mostly deserted at this hour.

Since he had to break in.

OOps?

Spotting a face that looks vaguely familiar, if only from old news, Ronnie raises his drink to Sara as she comes in. "Welcome to the party!" he might already be a tad drunk.

[strongerthanyouknow]

"Hey," Sara beams a bright, laughing kind of easy smile, that rolls just as fluidly into my posture and her gait as she's striding in. "That's totally my kind of greeting for a bar."

It's just far too easy to go from the one to the other. "What are we drinking tonight?"

[orions_shadow]

This particular bar was a dive, but it was quiet enough. A few good patrons scattered around the room, sports on the TV that looked like it was made in the 80s. They didn't mind the kid at the bar with his hood up either, who was snacking on some cheap bar food, a couple of burgers mostly, letting his tail sway gently back and forth behind him. As for payment, he had already traded one of the weapons he'd collected off one of the other inhabitants of this world to get some money and it should at least pay for a meal. When Sara walks in he glances over his shoulder at her. Damn, that woman has presence. Way she holds herself he can tel she's dangerous.

[strongerthanyouknow]

It's been a long day. All of the days feel long. She's doing time triage with less at her disposal than gauze and scotch tape. people to houses. People away from aberrations that want to eat, maim, and kill them. People into houses. All the information down. Trying to 'politely' argue with her own AI about letting her back into her own ship, or even to giving her more information than the ceaseless introduction speech.

Days have to end though, and ends of the day, especially long, hard work days (especially the kind where your phone doesn't even get to be off, because you might have to run out at any minute still), call for drinks. Which has Sara walking into the bar with an easy care than anything the day's events and choices lend to her. Catching the attention of the bartender while she's headed up.

"Anything. Surprise me." There's the flip of a smirk, as she sets a hand on the bar. "Make it worth my while."

There's a glance to her side, for someone in hoodie, and a, "Hey."

bring on the heartache.. 3x01 canon point is a go

[havingprecision]

Ollie.. Ollie we just got her back.
It's not fair..

.. all I want to do is find that stupid stuffed shark and put it in her arms..

Wrapping his arms around Laurel as she sobs, unable to take his eyes off the body on the table. Sara. Dead. Murdered.

And now here he is, hearing her voice and she's alive and well and Oliver is taking off at a dead run for the location he pinged off the device he woke up with. An arrow singing through the air, the tether tight and allowing him to swing down and land lightly in front of her.

Sara.
Alive. She's alive and Oliver can't breathe around the steel bands clamped around his chest.

There might even be tears in his eyes as he draws her into his arms.

[strongerthanyouknow]

Sara's only just off the phone, again -- more people, but not yet more of her people -- when a rush of air and a body, in that familiar dark, dark green and black, comes slamming through that air toward her. Landing heavy, but quieter than most his weight. There's really only enough time for the bare lift at one corner of her mouth, absent relief made present, before she's been hugged. Again.

Except not Barry Allan style this time. Oliver is not Barry, with his far too optimistic, unbroken smile. But Sara still gives a rough laugh all the same, raising one hand to awkwardly, from surprise, but all the same, lifetime familiarity, pat some part of his back, rolling off an arch, "Show off."

"I know a girl deserves an entrance every once in a while, but I'm still grading you down on it."
It's better than hello, right? They never did get those conventionally.
"Some of us were doing things over here already."

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

[strongerthanyouknow]

[ 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.

[havingprecision]

To say it's a lot to take in is a bit of a colossal understatement.
Time travel. Magic. More magic. Star City under threat again and again.
Oliver is going from nightly battles to all out war for the soul of his city and while he can simply nod and accept it, part of him is so very tired because this war will go on for a very long time.

But it's a battle worth fighting, and he'll do it beside both friends and allies every time.

He's more than a little warmed by the whiskey - because you don't have conversations regarding time travel and magic, or conversations with Constantine in general without some form of alcohol. It's just easier that way.

For a moment Oliver simply watches her.
He can't have anyone close to him. Not anyone that he loves. Every time he does it ends in pain or blood and sometimes both.

But oh if he could..

"Hi." He picks up one of the daggers, testing the weight of it before giving his own throw.

Sometime after meeting Ray?

[kid_flash_found]

Bart had been getting a feel for the city, but he did keep getting drawn back to the heart of things. He avoided the section of the 31st century Central City for personal reasons, and had started to move into Titans Tower, but the ship? That was something to think about, and since a lot of them seemed to just gather in the vicinity, he did the same.

It was better to be with the lost than alone with his head too much. And it reminded him to slow down. That was also why when he wasn't running too fast to be seen, he was in civvies.

The AI was no help, of course, but he expected a great deal of her processing was spent in analysis of what had happened, and might explain the shortness. She had a lot on her metaphorical hands, and being crashed couldn't help things.

He'd also wanted to learn more about the Legends, at least some of them. He had no desire to really meet this version of Mick Rory, but he didn't know the others. Even the names were unfamiliar. But one in particular was the captain. He didn't know a lot of people who inspired that kind of instinctive following, and he couldn't help being curious.

"Captain Lance, right?"

Sounds good to me.

[strongerthanyouknow]

Sara looked up from where she'd just finished talking with two of her teammates. Giving them a new part of this strange time-torn, time-broke city to start scouting for more civilians, as well as supplies, safe places, and threats. It was better if they didn't stop. If they had a tab on everything that was everywhere and everyone who could or couldn't do things.

There's a kid who doesn't in the slightest look familiar looking at her. "Yeah?"