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originally done by asea.

Test Drive MemeExactly 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 on the 22nd!

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

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[ Arty isn't entirely sure if this guy is coherent or even making sense. How can a storm be dildos? They're duckies. ]

Uh... [ Think, Arty, think! ] I'm just a figment of your imagination!

No, I'm not alls right, I's in the lady clothes and the kinkys underwears and I don't know how it happened.

[Just what he needs, someone to bear witness to this event. He turns to face the guy, and stops, his current predicament somewhat forgotten in the face of, well, an alien. Not that he recognizes the Sufferer as such, oh no. Body modification is a pretty common thing in the metal scene.]

I don't suppose you've got a pairs of pant I could borrows maybe?

[You haven't even begun to hear incoherent.]

Pft. Immagations. What is dat. Just fake made up things whats is only in your head. I don't believes in immagations.

[If he thinks Sufferer's horns are metal, he should see Summoner's.]

Of course, no trouble at all.

[WIth a flash of his sylladex, Sufferer gets out a pair of righteous leggings and offers them to the human.]

They might not fit all that well, though. It looks like you're taller than me.

[ oh dear god where did this man learn to speak? And where was this conversation going anyway? ]

Well perhaps you just don't believe because you've never seen one before.

[Sweden.]

Then prooves it! Shows me the miracle what shows you is emmadge-inary.

[Aaand he's removing his skirt. And the underwear. Hope you don't mind, Sufferer, he's freeballing in your pants. (There's a sentence I never expected to write, wow.) Once he gets the leggings on, he removes the shirt too. The pants don't actually fit all that poorly, though the crotch is quite low.]

Thanksa- uh. Whomsever you are. Those are... some pretty awesomes horns you got. By the way. Ja.

[How often does a mutantblood get that for a compliment?]

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[Sufferer politely averts his eyes while the human changes, but yeah, he won't be needing those tights back. You can keep them, new friend. His eyes light up at the comment about his horns, though.]

Really? Wow, thank you!

[Beaming with happiness.]

My name is Sufferer. And you are?

Sufferer? Oh, dat's a good name. Brutal.

I'm Skwisgaar Squigelf? Fastest Guitarist ins the world?

[Seriously, how can anybody not know of him? Thats just unpossibles.]

[Sufferer has never had his name described as brutal before, nor has he ever quite had this reaction to it either. It's not often that anyone expresses any kind of appreciation for the name... most just call him Signless regardless. He perks up at the mention of the guitar.]

Oh, I play guitar too! Maybe we can play together sometime!

[Never mind that he's still a beginner and that his musical tastes run more towards stupid, useless hippie music.]

[It probably wasn't intended to happen but, Allen is dancing out of the way of a strike by the squid monster when he hears the sound of...]

...is that a chicken?!

[He turns his head and takes a flailing squid limb right into the chest. He's sent sailing by Jasdero ~~with the greatest of ease like a man on a trapeze~~ and that is indeed a chicken in a...Noah's hand.

He smashes into the wall and sinks down to press a hand to his chest. With a wheeze he manages to find his voice.] Why do...you have a chicken??

[NO NO NO THIS IS A BAD IDEA.]

Uhm, Ja, you knows what maybe sometime we can does that.

[He hasn't had anybody to play with since he got here, so might as well. If this place doesn't have metal, then he'll just have to make it metal. Although... despite this guy's cool horns, brutal teeth, and wicked cool name, something about him doesn't seem quite... right. Like he plays the grandpas guitars or something.]

[ Jasdero is just thoroughly amused by Allen getting thrown through the wall and simply leaps out of the way of the follow-up attack by the giant squid, still carrying the chicken. It b'gawks but doesn't do much else. ]

Smashed Exorcist, heee~~ [ yes, very funny. that was a very elegant sailing he did there. ]

Dero likes chickens. Got it from the petting zoo, heee~~

[ arty has never been to sweden D: ]

[ well crap, this wasn't exactly how he planned it to go, not that he really planned much for this. ]

Isn't seeing such a handsome cat talking like a person enough?

[By which you mean BEST IDEA EVER.]

Great! That will be a lot of fun.

[Sufferer totally plays the grandpa guitars, don't even let him fool you.]

[Some nights are worse than others.

Some nights are the worst.

Latula's willing to qualify the previous night in the latter category, because - as she's coming to realize - none of the clothes she's wearing actually belong to her. They are, in fact, the property of someone else entirely, and she's not a hundred percent she's ever seen whoever these clothes belong to. They're frilly, for a start: there's more lace and ruffles in the dress that has found its' way on to Latula Pyrope's body than the standard wedding party requires between all members.

There's even a pair of silk gloves with peach ribbon covering her fingers.

A bit dazed, she sits up, adjusting her shades (at least she's still got those.)]

'Tuna? [Of course the first person she calls for is her misguided matesprit.] Whose dress is this? If this is your idea of a joke, I gotta tell you there's some fox somewhere who's gonna be pret-ty mad that you stole her favorite fluffy frills.

[Huffing, she smooths her fingers over the skirts, looking to see if there's anyone else within a fifteen foot radius of her. Maybe she can escape this without any serious mental scarring.]

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[Mituna is sound asleep, in one of those positions where you can't be sure if he deliberately nodded off like that or simply fell over and decided that he might as well go with it, not far from where Latula is sitting. She isn't the only one in peculiar attire.

His awkwardly gangly frame has been clothed in suit, which he panics at the moment he wakes, batting his hands at it as if doing so might change it to something more recognisable.

Then, he sees Latula, and any thought to his own appearance goes out of the proverbial window. The corners of his lips twitch upwards, a grin spreading - crooked and pointy-toothed - across his face as he looks her up and down.]

What the fh-fuck are you wearing?

[As Latula's eyes come into focus, she realizes that her flushlove looks almost as ridiculous as she does. She bursts into laughter, one knee drawn up to her chest as she does her best to 'flounce', or whatever it is that girls do when draped in lots of fabric that's the wrong color.]

Me? Have you seen yourself, bumblebee? I mean, you look awesome, but unless we're going strutting down to some weird dance-a-thon where we can jazz it up, this ain't what I'd count as 'fashionable'.

[She mirrors his grin, one hand hooking over the rim of her glasses, pulling them down so she can peer at him, brows arching.]

You gonna tell me that you don't have some grand master plan to get me in a dress? You coulda just asked.

[The flouncing looks ridiculous, let's face it, and it prompts Mituna into letting out a stuttering, hissing laugh. He scoots over to her, picking up one of the ruffled edges of fabric and rubbing it between his thumb and forefinger.]

Thith wathn't my idea. [As if he has the coordination to pull something like this off. His expression turns coy as he leers at her.]

But I can help you out of yourth if you help me out of mine.

Maybe. I mean I am literals-ly the greatest guitarists what picked ups a guitar. Do you think you could keep up that with?

[Well, Skwisgaar has never been to the moon, so he's never seen somebody like Artemis. But with everything that's going on...]

I don't thinks the kitty cats are supposed to talk, but we've got the rubber duckies what come from sky falling, sos dere's you go.

[Checkmate, cat. I think. Who knows what he's saying, really.]

[ um. sure? ]

We do have strange weather right now. It could all be magic.

[ he's not entirely sure if this counts as a conversation anymore. ]

[That laugh is half the reason she does anything, and it prompts a brief but brilliant smile, flashing over blackened lips and shining in his direction.]

Careful, 'Tuna. I bet this cost more boonbucks than a night in Las Trollgas with all the trimmings, and I'm not looking to have to knock some sense into some finicky female just because one a' her friends saw fit to put me in her lacy fittings.

[She echoes his leer with one of her own, brows arching over those red glasses. Leaning forward, she wiggles her upper body just a bit. Is she intentionally making her cleavage more obvious? Probably.]

[She affects the best Southern accent she can manage.] Why, Mistah Captah, if'n ah din' know any bettah, I'd say you were comin' on ta me.

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Oh, probably not. I'm still a bit of a beginner, although I'm learning fast. I'd really like to hear someone really good play, though!

[If that's what she's doing, it's working. Mituna's attention strays downwards, and he blinks a few times.

Nothing will ever convince him that his matesprit isn't the finest piece of ass, anywhere, ever.]

You can take the dreth off first, then we can talk about that.

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