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

[strongerthanyouknow]

Sara's demeanor doesn't change in the slightest. She takes another sip of her drink. But internally everything tightens just a little more. She's been outside of time. Her whole team has been outside of time. They paid one of their earliest and heaviest prices outside of time. It didn't make things better. The whole concept might worry her even more than the possibilities that already were.

"Huh." Is really all that comes, as she nods, putting it in the catalog of today's strange facts.

"I've never been a fan of the assumption anyone need to look bigger to be more dangerous." Case in point.

[orions_shadow]

"Didn't think it was an assumption. It's a trick. It's for weak people who need a symbol to give themselves a boost. But Cape is just what we call folks who play the game straight." Which might imply he didn't. There wasn't much in the way of facial tells, but his body language said a lot. He never turned fully to Sara, guarding his vulnerable belly from a possible attack, though removing the hood was a gesture of good will. It was his way of saying he'd give her the benefit of the doubt, that she wouldn't attack him.

[strongerthanyouknow]

Definitely not a Cape then.

There's not guilt, chagrin, or arrogance in the thought.

This is just a stone cold, hard fact, about who Sara is. What she does.
Sara Lance is a guardian of time, but that doesn't change her darkness.

"What do you call people on the other side? Or somewhere in the middle of both?"

[orions_shadow]

A pause, there's usually not a word like that for the other categories of morality. Atleast not one that carries a negative connotation. For a kid who was raised among villains and criminals he had a bias, and mostly thought heroes weren't what they appeared to be. "Rogues, vigilantes, and if they're really bad you just call em what they are. Y'know, villains, crooks and monsters. I mean you don't look at one of Vazhilok's creations and think, 'gee, that guy sure seems swell." That last bit has all the sarcasm the kid was capable of. He was sure the lady had no idea who Vazhilok was but then, would you really want to? Frankenzombies, man.

[strongerthanyouknow]

"Hmm." Sara's first response in noncommital. The Legends are not black and white where it comes to what they do and who they are. They started out with people who were definitely capes, and people were definitely villians and killers, and and a good run of ambiguous in between.

This, and then a point-blank look at him over her drink. "And where do you see yourself?"

[orions_shadow]

Ears turn back slightly when he's asked the question and he chuffs softly. Well see, now she's sizing him up, and he should have expected that. Still, he rebounds and gives his answer. "Rogue." He says, thinking of a way to justify himself without really incriminating himself for past deeds. "I do hero work, but its not like I do it cos I gotta get justice or something like that." True, he mostly does it because he'd be bored otherwise.

[strongerthanyouknow]

He's defensive, isn't he?

She adds, no pause: "What kind of hero work?"

Sara doesn't react either way, except to tip her head slightly to one side, continuing to appraise the kid who seriously looked shocked that she'd asked him to actually place himself in his own categories. The features aren't getting all that easier fast to being able to just look at entirely. "And why do you do it, then?"

There's something of barely shifting, but telling assessment in the way her eyes narrow slightly.
The answer matters, even if all of the people on her own boat would answer different ways and reasons.

[orions_shadow]

Maybe a little. Adults he's learned to be wary of, but he's gotten better at socializing with them. His brows knit a little, but he was sure of his answer at least. "Cos' there's not a whole lotta other stuff to do." Really, there isn't. Not unless he really wanted to assimilate into the culture of normal people. "Someone once told me I was meant to do good things, and it didn't work out." Technically, he was that person, but neither of the individual people who made up the one person in front of Sara existed anymore.

[strongerthanyouknow]

He's young, too, and the young always do so much better with paranoid shoulder chips.

That part. The second one is almost interesting. "Why are you still doing it, then?"
If being good didn't work out, then why still stay at it?





Not that Sara had room to talk, that was basically the question she asked in the mirror a lot.
Terrified of her own darkness she'd tried to make anyone else take the Spear before she had to use it.

[orions_shadow]

Can't really exist in this world without a little bit of armor. He'd been shocked by now... nice people were to him here for the most part. Sara was all business though, he could tell. "I didn't get anywhere on the other side either." Shaking his head he glances away. "Wasn't like it was my fault but once you step foot in the darkness it's hard to find your way back. And with my powers it's even harder." Basically, shadow craft, you never get to leave the shadows. Even light, bright light, hurts him. In every way he's the embodiment the darkness taking hold of you and not letting go.

[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.

[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..."

[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."

[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?"