originally done by asea.

[pendragon]

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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Wayward Vagabond - Homestuck

[cantown_raiser]

[ It is massive. Surely, when you went to bed last night it wasn't there but it is MASSIVE. Even more massive than its first incarnation. That was cantown. This, oh this, my friends is a can KINGDOM. It is a sprawling can metropolis that stretches the entire length of the plaza around the coral.

There are buildings made of turned over boxes and strips of cloth piled up two or three boxes high, the highest being one that involves five boxes stacked into a pyramid shape with an open can on the top. There are also scribbles in chalk of what look to be roads and highways, appropriately named CAN STREET and CAN BLVD and CAN ROUTE 33 just to name a few. It seems to be an entire play town constructed of boxes and cloth and junk and chalk scribbles.

And cans.

So

many

cans.

They're mostly canned tuna and canned sardine but they're strewn about. Some cans can be seen coming out of buildings, some walking down the "streets" and driving down the "roads".

Why, there even seems to be a parade of cans being set up by this little creature.

What do? ]

akjfsklj oh my god

[stridercentric]

[What do? Join in, of course! While unfamiliar with the concept of Cantown, Bro gets the general gist of it almost immediately.

He crouches down by the side of the can parade and starts folding little paper hats for all the cans. If there's going to be a celebration, it needs to be done in style.]

[shippingmath]

[Can Cantown stand against the assault of an enormous monster?

At least the enormous monster isn't Dirk. Dirk, in fact, isn't anywhere close to the city limits of Cantown. What there is, however, is a little four-eyed robot kitten that seems determined to knock over and play with every can in the entire city.]

Piper McLean | Percy Jackson & the Olympians

[nice_pipes]

[At the moment, Piper is wishing that she wasn't so nice and moral about her Charmspeak. If she wasn't, she probably wouldn't be wearing this. "This" being a French maid uniform.

Not. Happy. What if one of her friends sees her in this thing? Gods, she'll be so mortified. Piper gives the sky (?) above a somewhat ugly look. She's fairly sure that this is somehow her mom's fault. The look doesn't last for long, since she's trying to find a place she can duck into to change into normal clothes.

Godssss, what did she do to deserve this?!]

[fundemetal]

[Leo was pretty sure that was Piper, but when did she get here and why is she wearing a maid dress? Well, whatever the reason, he's not gonna pass up this opportunity.

He readies his SFC to take a picture so that when she turns around he can snap it before she can react.] Hey, Pipes! [He knows she doesn't like it when he calls her that, so he's of course expecting the most glorious glare.]

[nice_pipes]

[It works!

Piper turns around to glare knives, daggers, and other sharp things at the offender.]

Leo, for the last time--

[fundemetal]

[He snaps the picture and shoves his SFC into his tool belt so she can't grab it from him.]

I know, I know. Don't call you Pipes. [Big shit eating grin.]

[ex_knowledge575]

[ Annabeth turns up for work as a bouncer at the Maid Cafe in a sleek black suit, crisp white shirt, black tie and pumps. If nothing else, this outfit was worth being seen in. But the maid outfit? Hell to the no.

...which is of course how she ended up in one ten minutes later. Why in Hades did I agree to help out if they were short? she thinks furiously as she makes her way over to another maid fussing with her own outfit. Because you wanted the money, dope. This was bound to happen sooner or later and you know it.

It's then that Annabeth realises she knows the other maid. The emotions "relieved" and "horrified" at being caught dressed like this war inside her as she speaks. ] P-piper?

[nice_pipes]

[Piper wants to find a hole, curl up in it, and just die there when she turns to look at the speaker.

On the plus side, she's not the only one miserable!]

Hi, Annabeth. [...Wait. Wait.] A-annabeth? Oh my gods, this isn't Tartarus, is it? Are you alright?! Is Percy here, too?

[shippingmath]

[What's worse than a random guy seeing Piper in a maid dress? A random guy commenting on Piper in a maid dress, of course. At least he doesn't whistle. Or stare at any part of her but her face- not that it's easy to tell, with him wearing his shades.]

Maid Cafe?

[nice_pipes]

[Why. Why does her life have to be like this. Piper is certainly happy he doesn't do any catcalling.]

Yeah. Unfortunately. She was talking so fast that I couldn't get a refusal in edgewise, and by the time I could, it was a little late.

[She sighs.]

This is not what I like or even usually wear.

Artemis | Sailor Moon

[suchahandsomecat]

[ there's a handsome white cat wandering around here, but oh wait! What is that up in the sky?! Rubber ducks, of course! ]

Rubber duckies? This smells of the enemy.

[skwisklok]

All I knows is this rubber duckies is not metal.

[Nope, no problem with talking cats. Combined with the duckstorm he's pretty sure this is one of those acid flashback things. Or Something.]

Skwisgaar /o/

[suchahandsomecat]

[ wait a second. did that person just hear him talk and not freak out? ]

Definitely not metal. They are called rubber duckies for a reason.

Allen Walker | D.Gray-man

[odetothefallen]

[It's amazing how fast one can go from a dead sleep to battling it out on the city streets with giant sea creatures. Allen had spent a few days getting used to the quiet city that seemed very peaceful. After days weeks of being on the run, the difference is shocking and almost unnerving.

Here, he is just another foreigner. He could finally rest. But the whole point of running was to find the answers to his questions.

He leaps up onto a light fixture as a creature charges at him. His cloak becomes a vicious white blade dealing damage as it passed. As much as he doesn't like the idea of battling living creatures no matter what it took, he can't ignore these people. He hops from the street light and comes down in a burst of sea green light on the back of another. Power snaps together in the form of a circle as he bounds clear.

He can think about it later, he has to get to the worse of the fighting where buildings are actually being damaged.]

Re: Allen Walker | D.Gray-man

[bondummy]

[ a giant squid monster was hardly the least of his worries. There was a particular Noah nearby, holding a chicken. He liked chickens. He had stolen one from the petting zoo and surprisingly no one had said a thing to him. The locals simply smiled and let him take it. Weird humans.

The last thing Jasdero expected to see in the bubble was a jumping exorcist, that white-haired one nonetheless. Last time Dero had seen Allen was in the library and that didn't turn out particularly well.

And right now Dero was alone, with a chicken. Hiding was hardly in his nature despite the odds. Besides he had a chicken to help him! Logic at its finest! ]

Exorcist, heee!!

[ though alone, Dero was more of a nuisance than a threat. ]

[odetothefallen]

[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??

[skwisklok]

[Somehow Skwisgaar's clothing changes instantaneously. Probably a curse or something. A flowing circle skirt and blouse? Certainly not what he would ever chose to wear.]

Ah! This ams lady clothes! What the hells ands- Wait. Why's is I am not freeballing?

[Just going to take a peek real quick, pull open the waistline of the skirt and]

NOOOOOOOOOOO!

[onlyasign]

[The sound of someone shrieking in agony is like the Sufferer signal.]

Are you all right, friend?

[skwisklok]

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?

Latula Pyrope - Homestuck

[r4d1c4l_kn1ght]

[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.]

[helmetdoesnothing]

[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?

[r4d1c4l_kn1ght]

[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.

[zipperlips]

[The only thing more awkward than being stuck in silly fancy clothes around other people is being stuck in silly fancy clothes when everyone around you is dressed normally.

Or maybe that's just because the closest person is Kurloz. At least he doesn't just stand there like a creep, though. He actually bothers to approach and give a little wave of greeting. And then, because he is kind of a dick, give a bow.]

[r4d1c4l_kn1ght]

[Latula cranes her head back, peering up at Kurloz.]

Hey, Stitches. I don't remember seein' you last night. [There's a pause, and then she snickers, mostly to herself. Scratching at the back of her head, she shrugs sheepishly.] Though to be honest, I don't remember much from last night.

[His bow makes her grin. Maybe it's sort of a dickish move, but it's amusing to the Knight.]

If I'd known all it takes to get some respect is to put on lots of frills, I woulda done this sweeps ago! [It's not even a good lie, but that doesn't stop her from playing it up, and she leans back on her hands, feet splayed out in front of her.]

So, don't suppose you've got any idea what got me here, or whose this is? [Pause.] Is it yours? This lace is just your style.