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

Comments

[helmetdoesnothing]

[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.

[r4d1c4l_kn1ght]

[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.

[helmetdoesnothing]

[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.

[r4d1c4l_kn1ght]

[She laughs, tapping his nose with one silk-covered finger.]

Here? Now? I dunno. Seems a little inappropriate, maybe. What if we're caught?

[There's another laugh, because the idea of Latula actually caring whether or not some poor wayward soul stumbles upon the two of them while they're messing around is...well. But it brings up another point, and she looks around, pushing her shades up on her forehead, almost losing them in her mane of dark hair.]

Where even are we?