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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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"It was 2015 before I woke up here." An aborted hand gesture and he takes another breath. "Sara it was no more than two days after you died." Two days. A vicious bombing, toxic drugs, John becoming a father, walking away from Felicity and now he's been throwin into the future?
"And what do you mean, the first time?"
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Sara takes a step back. Not away. There is no retreat in her movement. Jut one-foot steps back, and her weight shifts with it, settling in that foot, a rock back to it as her shoulders go leaning that way, and her expression changes as instantly as she watches his close, all too familiarly, on her.
No more than two days after you died.
She hasn't. No one's said that since. He doesn't.
There's so much. Time. Has happened. He isn't.
"Oh. This is not good." This is not. No.
Oliver is an abberation.
Not good. Not good. Not -- Hell. Did that mean everyone here was a possible aberration from everyone else here? Did they need to start figuring out what years everyone came in from? Was her team even from the same time at her? She wouldn't have questioned that normally. But they all came in separated.
Was it just in space, across the city ... or was it time now, too?
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He may not have the training that the League of Assassins gave him but Oliver still has his laser-like focus when he needs it and he sees it in the way her stance shifts. In the way she reacts like him being from her past is somehow meaningful and not in a good way.
"Sara. What. Happened? Laurel brought you to us because she had nowhere else to turn and I had to promise her that I was going to hunt down whoever had done that to you."
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(She still wakes up, sometimes, feeling those arrows lodge home.)
He says her name and something tenses.
Tenses. Answers. Gives. Rebels. All of it.
What happened? Thea killed her.
What happened? Laurel resurrected her.
What happened? She became a Legend. Then, their Captain.
"A lot." Any other time, Sara could say that tritely, or teasingly. A lilt to it even. But it comes out too soft. It comes out torn, even tight mouthed. It's too small. It's too big. "A lot happened, Oliver, and--" -- she shouldn't tell him any of it. She shouldn't disrupt the timeline. Where he's from. Where he'll have to go back to.
"-- we don't have time for this. Not right now. Not with all of this." Not with time broken at her feet, and The Waverider punched into the ground, and the Boys in Blue missing, and the people they know might all be aberrations now. But it's Oliver, too. She can't, can't give absolutely nothing. He'd never let her, anymore than she would let him.
"But. Yeah." She nods, slow, uncertain of her own actions, thinking too much, saying too little, and it makes it seem feeble to just piece mouth, when can't help stepping back in, trying to calm that stoniness in his eyes that so easily turns blade sharp. More dangerous the more it matters. "I'm alive. I'm ... me. You're just going to have to trust me on that for now."
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Oliver had thrown himself into the investigation, into hunting down her assassin because it was the only thing he could do. He couldn't grieve because others needed to. He had to be their rock, their sense of stability in this even when his own heart and mind were in goddamn freefall.
He wants to demand more, to demand to know how and why and more importantly who.
He wants to demand more because even though she left him, Oliver still loved her. Wanted to see her happy.
She never got enough of that.
But just like then, there's a job to do. Something they have to face together and he can do this. He can compartmentalize and set it aside for now. Oliver will pay for it later, but he can do that in private. Alone.
So he breathes out. Traces the lines of her face with his eyes. Alive. "Okay. I trust you."
"So what's the plan?"
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In the admissions of her death right before that.
She has no right, and she has to do it anyway. Does. Has.
It's not even cold comfort that he does it, and he'd forgive it.
They're too alike in that. Sara gives a clipped nod, all business, trying not to let it evoke even more guilt when he says he trusts her (trusts her still, when she doesn't know if she can give him the truth later either). She pushes that back, too, like him, looking away, from him, and starts detailing in far simpler terms than earlier.
"The is the Waverider." Beat. "Timeship." Mine. Mine, her heart thunders.
"Obviously not supposed to be crashed into the ground. Or time splintered around it."
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Those desires, like so many before, are set aside. He has a responsibility. A job to protect people even when he isn't sure of the scope of the world surrounding him.
Timeship.
Broken time.
Well he's dealt with stranger.
(Although if he sees Constantine he's just going to say fuck it and get good and drunk)
A long moment of silence as he takes in the ship. As he takes her in, even when she doesn't look at him.
"Well. That would explain both the cowboys and the dinosaurs I saw on the way over here." His hand flexes on his bow. "So how do we fix it." Not 'you' and certainly not 'me'. Us. We. They were a team once and they will be again.
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Two days (and three, or more, years) dead and he's still at her side.
Not questionless. But willing to put the questions on hold.
For her. For this place. For the job, that's always first.
Don't think about it. Like him. She has to put that aside. Put that on the list. Make it The Arrow at her side, and Oliver's point of origin, disaplacement, the worst of the encroaching details another in the shit list she's got to work through, where it belonged, beneath everything else that needed to come before anything like a casual conversation. Detail the opposite end of it. The top. The worst. The must-be-now's.
"We need to figure out how to get any control over everything that keeps changing and coming in." Beat. "The number and severity of threats it already brought in." Beat. "The number of people it's all displayed here, with us-" She can't even stop herself, and she just pushes through it. "-and somewhere safe to get them. Once we even have a clue what actually is safe in this place."
That one, she tells herself, at least is a universal we.
Her team. Those from Star City, and Central City.
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To him.
"I'll start scouting to the north. Some of the buildings I saw looked secure enough. We can start with that." A safe place to operate out of.
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She doesn't tell him to be safe out there. That's not part of this compact. It's not part of who they are.
Sara's already trying to figure what to assign to who, and where she should head herself.
Who should stay here, and whether not to set that. With how open it is.
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She's changed.
There's a certainty to her, a confidence.
A light. But then Oliver's always seen that light in her, even when she couldn't.
"I'll check in if I see anyone else."
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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."