Gather 'round, everyone, and have a candy.

[asea]

Test Drive Meme
Exactly what it says on the tin.
First brush up on some of the general rules outlined here first, then:

1) Labeling the subject with your character's name and canon is up to you, but would make recognition easier.
2) Do go ahead and tag out! The purpose of this mingle post is to get everyone cozy with the setting and the playerbase.
3) If you're up for it, make a reservation. Applications open next week!

Some prompts if you'd like a boost (the first chunk is lifted from the applications page, bless the mods):

A) A new curse has settled upon the city of Vatheon: Suddenly you character realizes they are unable to lie for the duration of a week.
B) What is this? Is that rain? How nice-- wait a minute, is it raining rubber duckies? Seriously?
C) Suddenly, by the force of Vatheon, an over zealous npc, or even your character's friends playing a joke, your character suddenly finds themselves wearing clothes they otherwise would never wear.
D) The city of Vatheon is under attack (again). Giant sea-creatures are wrecking the city (again). Time to prepare for battle.
E) A new plot development has happened and your character has decided to get some more information from one of the NPCs.

F) Whatever the heck your beautiful heart desires.

Comments

Cierra | Rivera: The Promised Land

[burntoashes]

[SQUEAK!

Cierra almost didn't feel the object bouncing off of her head with her hat obstructing her vision. She lifts the brim and looks up, eyes widening in surprise as she sees a veritable storm of duck-shaped objects raining down. She pulls her hat down tighter over her head and moves to seek shelter, worriedly leafing through her memories to see if she could recall a shield spell.

Then she finally stops, whipping her staff out and shouting something.]

Oh my, please stop raining!

[Silence.

Cierra lifts her hat up again, surveying the scene with some satisfaction.]

Thank goodness for magic.

[Never mind the sudden influx of new very yellow ducklings trip-tropping around the plaza, still quack-squeaking.]