Test Drive Meme

[darstone]

Comment here with your characters that you're thinking of bringing into LR, and tag around with other people to see how suitable they'd be for the game! As a note, these threads may be used for application samples, which are opening August 11th. So get your samples ready ahead of time with this meme! However, even if all participants are accepted with those characters, these threads will not be game canon. This meme is taking place in the setting of Darstone, so while you may leave your comment blank, I'd like to recommend you set up a scene or two in your initial comment. Some suggested settings are provided below, but make up whatever you'd like based off the setting pages! ⑴ Marketplace. There's a lot to do in the market-- not just buying goods and window shopping, but sitting down for a cup of coffee at an outdoor table, or getting a drink at a bar. ⑵ Housing. You've just gotten here and finally made it to your assigned apartment, but it turns out you have roommates, and they're one of them. ⑶ Adventuring. Whether out into the surrounding caves or taking a boat onto the lake, you're adventuring, maybe on a quest. Whoever's with you might be a member of your party-- or they might be trying to beat you to the reward. ⑷ Snow. What's snow doing in a cave? Isn't this weird? Well, Darstone is situated under a frosty mountain peak, and from time to time the local mages like to simulate the weather that's going on up above. That means there's some very light, fluffy snow falling from the cave ceiling right now.

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John Lalonde | Homestuck | Doomed Timeline Meteorswap AU

[grislytragedian]

[Ah snow, this is something John is more than familiar with. You get lots of snow in New York. Snow inside of a cave on the other hand...now that's a little strange. But you know what? He's not going to question it.]

[Instead, he and Cheryl the salamander are going to make snow-phantoms and snow-salamanders instead. Well, okay. John's going to make them and Cheryl's just going to attempt to eat the snow. And roll around in it a little too.]

START OF AN OTP CLEARLY.

[temperamentalcultist]

[Snow is nothing odd to Gamzee. He had grown up high in the mountains, and snow was a common visitor each dark season. And lets not even mention the high peaks the ol' goat had dragged him up on. There had been loads of snow there.

So yes. It has been established that Gamzee Knows The Snow.

What he doesn't know is this weird, odd, pale-pink, hornless... something that is rolling around in it along with its... was that its lusus? Man, this was a fuckin' weird ass day.

And to be honest, Gamzee has gotten so caught up in staring, he's doing no attempt to either hide himself or initiate conversation with John. Nope, for now. Just staring.]

CLEARLY.

[grislytragedian]

[John looks up from a particularly lopsided snow-ghost (he's trying his best, okay?) and quirks a brow at the...man, what is that some kind of demon? Cheryl, on the other hand, doesn't seem to notice Gamzee and just keeps rolling around. She's never seen snow before but she has decided that it is pretty awesome but not really all that tasty. Maybe she should go look for some bugs...]

[But back to John and the mutual stare-fest that is going on right now between him and Gamzee. He has no idea what a troll is and honestly he's kind of wondering if Gamzee is one of the natives. They're all pretty strange creatures too, right?]

Can I help you with something?

[temperamentalcultist]

[That snaps Gamzee out of his trance, and he gives John a small grin.]

Naw. Where just all getting my wonder on for what miracle a brother is up and bein' presented with. Ain't ever seen a motherfucker what like you.

[grislytragedian]

Er...same here, really.

[He's kind of distracted by the eyes now that he's gotten past the horns. Can this kid see in like...6D or something, holy crap.]

So does that mean you are from around here then? Since it doesn't seem like humans are particularly commonplace around here.

[temperamentalcultist]

[Six Ds? That'd be way too many dimensions for Gamzee to handle. No, he's just stuck with the same three dimensions as the rest of them. He's even got normal colour vision, which is something that does come as a surprise to some people.]

Naw. I ain't even fuckin' get how I all got to being in this motherfuckin' hood. Shit like, a brother closes his ganderbulbs one moment and then next he all be in some wonderland. Fuckin' blows your motherfuckin' pan, yeah?

[A pause and then-]

You look real fuckin' weird.

[Yeaaah. Tact. He had that. Somewhere.]

[grislytragedian]

[That's English, right? John swears that's supposed to be English. Fortunately he's spared looking like a slack jawed idiot since Gamzee's utter lack of tact is much easier to respond to.]

Wow, right back at you there, 3D!

[temperamentalcultist]

[It might be english. Maybe. Vaguely. In the same way that badminton is like tennis.

He laughs softly though, not bothered by being called weird.]

Haha, now that ain't any sort of name a motherfucker responds to. I'm Gamzee. You?

I NEED THIS EARLY.

[majyyksandstuff]

[You and a lot of other people aren't going to, John! Especially this girl. This one who finally invested in a couple of pairs of pants at least. This is snow and she's loving it. YEAH.

While out and about, she spots the pair, initially curious at John since wow, it's a guy. But then as she draws closer, she catches glimpse of Cheryl and... Oh no SALAMANDER. SALAMANDER LOOKING CUTE AND Oh no sorry John she's completely distracted by Cheryl.]

8D!!!

[grislytragedian]

[Cheryl stops rolling around and sits up, looking straight at Roxy. Isn't she adorable. I mean just look at this little fucker, all wrapped up in John's blue-and-cyan striped scarf that's just way too big for her.]

[She just...staaaaares.]

[And staaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaares.]

[And then with a happy "glub!", she bounces a little on the spot and blows a giant spit bubble.]

[Cuuuuuuute.]

Cheryl is somethin-- [The look on John's face as he looks up in time to catch sight of Roxy suggests that he's just seen a real ghost instead of a shitty one made out of snow. Because wow does she ever look like his mom. Only a whoooooole lot younger. Maybe a couple of years older than him if he had to guess.]

[What is this even.]

8D!!!!!!!!!

[majyyksandstuff]

[Too. Too precious. She "awwwws" a bit, because god damn what a serious cutie, everything Cheryl's doing is just wicked adorable and GOSH SHE EVEN GLUBBED NO WAY OH MY G---

And then she hears John's voice again, snapping to attention to see that he's currently staring her down as if she were some kind of ghost. That's a little unsettling, to be honest.

So as eloquently as she can, she blinks a couple times and tries to assess if he's okay or not.]

... You okay?

8D!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

[grislytragedian]

[Sorry, Roxy. He didn't mean to unsettle you, you just look like his mom and he hasn't seen her in a while nor does he know where she went. He kinda misses her. ;;]

Huh oh...yeah. Yeah I'm fine.

[Sort of. Mostly.]

[kawiwii]

[Mind if he chomps on a snow-phantom, John?

... It looks really humanoid okay, he needs to figure out what it is --]

Ahh - it's cold!

[SPITTING OUT THE SNOW NOW]

[grislytragedian]

[John can't help but roll his eyes a little. What is your problem, kid don't you know anything? Of course snow is cold. He's pretty sure even Dave knows that snow is cold and that kid has live on a tropical island all his life.]

No shit, Sherlock. Hot snow is water, after all.

[kawiwii]

[Sputters?? How dare this child insult such a high Devil!?]

I've never seen your "snow" before - I needed to see what this was!

[... Wait.]

It used to be water? Really?

[grislytragedian]

[u mad, brosis?]

Uh...yeah. That's what snow is. Tiny frozen water particles that fall from the sky. Or cave in this case, I guess. Your guess is as good as mine as to why that's happening.

How do you not know what snow is though? I mean I can understand never having seen it but never having heard of it?

[kawiwii]

I used to live deep within the pits of Hell itself, human.
There is little water there in the first place!

[But now he's gutting the snow-phantom to check it all out. This is water? How...]

... If these were supposed to be golems, you failed miserably at animating them.

[grislytragedian]

Uh huh.

[Giving you a real skeptical look right now, Deasta. Sounds like somebody is a little too devoted to their D&D and/or online role-playing profile. I mean sure, your hair is crazy and all but he's not exactly buying the demon thing.]

Anyway, they're not golems, they're just plain old ordinary snow-phantoms. Because snowmen are boring.

[And he has some fucking imagination, tyvm.]

[kawiwii]

[His hair is perfectly fine tyvm -

He circles all of the little snow creatures though, frowning.]

They aren't very terrifying, for phantoms.
Why not sculpt something much more intimidating - like a Demon?

[countseadipshit]

[Snow inside a cave is definitely strange, but so is a lot of this place. At this point it's less the strangeness that bothers Eridan (though if asked, he'd complain still) than the chill of it. He's cool enough on his own without the weather helping him. That's why as he passes, cursing his need to even be out today, he clutches his cape close about himself.]

[Or maybe not passes, so much as halts entirely. He's seen humans before, and black hair, glasses, blue theme... that's gotta be one of 'em, right? One of the pair he didn't talk to?]

What the blind blisterin' fuck are you doin'?

[It never occurs to him to wonder why he didn't.]

[grislytragedian]

[Close but no cigar, Eridan. This is not the John you're...okay well you probably weren't looking for ANY John but we're going to make the reference anyway.]

[This is not the John you're looking for, move along.]

[John glances up. Oh hey it's another one of those weird grey kids. But this one has weird face growths instead of 3D eyes and dear god what is he even wearing.]

Making snow-phantoms, couple of snow salamanders. [Oh so that's what those shorter ones with the freakish oval heads are!] Problem?

[countseadipshit]

[The difference is lost on him for now. Educate him later; it won't help anything now. Or then either, probably, but that's not the issue.]

Yes, problem.

[All snoot, no class. He gestures to the snow sculptures, looking down his nose at them.]

This is sewen kinds a stupid a huge waste a time to boot.

[grislytragedian]

...Sewen?

[Do any of you weird grey kids know how to speak English? He's pretty sure that's not actually a word.]

[countseadipshit]

You know what I fuckin' meant!

[Though there may be a tinge of purple forming at the tip of his fins.]

fun fact: i had to stare at sewen for a minute or two before i figured out what it was. idek...

[grislytragedian]

Uhhh...

[Well the kid with the 3d eyes was going on about ganderbulbs and pans, so for all John knows, "sewen" may be a word in whatever their language is. But then again, going by the context of "sewen kinds of stupid"...]

[Shit. Did he just make fun of a kid with a speech impediment? Good job, John.]

Ah...well in any case, it's neither any kind of stupid nor a waste of time considering that one: I have nothing better to be doing right now and two: what else do you do with snow? By the way, you appear to be turning purple.

[Not entirely sure if that's normal or not. But hey, if it's a concern for humans...]