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

[johnsluck]

John starts to talk as Oliver asks that, but then there is Sara, and speaking sense, and he swears in Babylonian and Etruscan and pours three drinks instead.

"Sara- You--" His words almost cross her second ones and he chuckles. "November 2017. Or so. Just got back from Hell a second time in recent years." He made a face. He hated that place. He gestures to the drinks and them.

He starts in. To Oliver first, he speaks. "There are tales to tell and perhaps time to tell them." Then to Sara. "You want me to tell what I know, or do you want to do the honors?" It's her tale more than his, but he could imagine it was hard to tell.

Yes, he could be considerate, okay?

[havingprecision]

The almost-warning in Sara's voice has him barely checking a glare in her direction. He may be outside of his own time but there is only so long he's going to be okay with taking things on faith. He's earned some answers.

Then John is pouring drinks and he picks one up. "I don't care who tells them at this point. As long as they're told."

[strongerthanyouknow]

Sara can't miss the weight of the look Oliver shoots her, but she doesn't cow under it either. They've never really backed down from throwing words or looks that could kill at each other in the past. The present-past. Home. They hadn't even when he, this Oliver, came from where he came from. They hadn't really ever after she came back from Nanda Parbat the first time.

In a move that would stand out to her team, but probably doesn't stand out to either of the men there, because they aren't one of the Legends, Sara actually doesn't touch her drink first. One of her hands settles on a hip, and her weight on that foot, and there's something frustratedly called out and, possibly even just frustrated in general at the circumstance, in her expression.

"It's not exactly that easy." She almost says Ollie, but the familiarity, and what might have been a pleae to understand if they'd been alone, gut checks from John over there, and the way he's just putting it out there that they should ruin time without thinking about the actual repercussions for, you know, all of time and 2017, and everything after that.

[johnsluck]

John groans and thunks his head against the bar, sighs, and strips off his shirt and jacket, his multitude of scars and tattoos suddenly visible. As he places his hands on the counter and swears in several languages, he stares at them both. The air crackles and above the bar lights zap into being, lines crossing and recrossing each other, with dates attached to points along those lines, and not in order.

"I hate time travel," he mutters, and then speaks to it, "time is never simple, never easy, but this is an extraordinary circumstance. I'm from your future, Oliver and so, I suspect, is Miss Lance. And yes, I've been to Star City since the meeting you recall. But the occurrence is... complicated and could be made more so."

He stops there, eyes on Sara's. There is compassion there, but also a certain amount of determination. Sorry, Sara. John's not stopping.

"Let me guess. Either bloody Braniac 5 or Rip fucking Hunter."

Then his eyes flick back to Oliver's. "Trust." One word, heavy, and not asking. But hoping. "Otherwise, this is all fucked."

[havingprecision]

That's the thing - whatever he and Sara have been to each other, whatever they might be to one another - there will always be that sense of trust and compatibiity. They know one another, they understand one another.

Oliver's focus sharpens as John strips off his shirt and the lines and lights begin intersecting before them. Potential lives and lives changed.

He doesn't recognize the names, either Brainiac or Rip Hunter, but they are absolutely filed away for future reference.

Trust.
A tightness to his expression that's almost, almost a smile. "If I didn't trust the two of you I wouldn't be here."

[strongerthanyouknow]

Sara, who doesn't startle for a whole lot, not even in this days' insanity, has to blink away disbelieving confusion at what begins to happen around Constantine. That was not any kind of light show she remembered ever taking place anywhere around the happenstances of returning her soul to her. Not that she remember much of anything, ever, about that time. But it wasn't anything like that.

"Once upon a time," Sara says to John, without the flicker of an eyebrow, and if that answer is as elusive to which specific name as it is trite, maybe it's personal, too. Maybe she doesn't well damn want to say she 'belongs' to the man who just got his own people killed, who she had to turn on and turn in. Not even if he happens to be in this place with them. Not even if he's the reasons she is who she is today.

He doesn't deserve any of that right now. Any of her. Not after she trusted him, again, and he drenched it in blood.
Sara does finally pick up her drink, because, hell, if they are doing this, on top of today, she deserves her drink first.