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aefenglom's test drive! All threads can be considered game canon, should you choose to do so; regardless of if you pick specific threads to remain canon to the game, the prompts and test drive itself will be. This will be touched on later in-game, so it's fairly important to note! Aside from that, here are some quick reminders:• Reserves Open Today! If you're interested in securing a spot, put one in! We accept applications without reserves too, of course. Reserves will expire three days before the end of the application period, on the 28th.With that taken care of...
• Applications Open The 24th! These will last until the end of the month, the 30th, with the game formally beginning on May 1st. The application page can be found here.
• If you have any questions about the game or the world, please refer to the FAQ page; if you still have questions, feel free to ask them! For questions specific to the test drive, please ask them on the appropriate thread.
• For the purposes of the test drive, your character will have access to all magics taught by the Coven if they're a Witch, and as much of their shifted form as you'd like if they're a Monster. Feel free to play around and experiment with each!
• Test drive threads can be used as samples for your applications!
You feel like you're floating. Around you, colors and sounds and smells swirl as if trapped in a whirlpool, vibrancy and hue ever shifting. The more you watch them, the less solid they are; they only become clear out of the corner of your eye. The area around you begins to feel more solid as well, until your feet are on the ground, the wind brushes playfully against your face -
and you know one thing, and one thing alone: this is a dream, and an incredibly realistic one at that.
The Tea Party
The air turns a sweeter smell, almost like a bakery; the gentle laughter and chatter of living creatures filters in through leaves that brush against you, hanging from winding vines that hang from above. Flowers in shades of orange and red glow faintly among the greenery, their petals curling in shyly once they're paid attention to. As the area comes more into focus, the shadows of insect-winged forms become clearer, flitting about - talking about some kind of party, about a Queen, about the Courts meeting on neutral ground for the first time in a thousand years.
You're not entirely sure what's going on, and it doesn't seem as if anyone's noticed you've arrived - but three different paths unfurl in your mind's eye, vague in shape and meaning.
 A Taste of Faeryland... Following the voices, you find them: smaller-than-average humanoids with thin limbs, a variety of wings (prismatic butterfly, fuzzy moth, delicate bee - all of it), large, glittering compound eyes, antennas fitting their winged insect-type... Those familiar with the tales of the fae might recognize these Monsters as something similar. They greet you as if you were an old friend regardless of your appearance, inviting you to sit down at the table - which seems to go on forever in the large dining hall-esque canopy of nature they have set up, lined with elegant porcelain tableware and shimmering orbs of magic. The food is similarly endless, ranging from the familiar to the unusual, and careful observation (or just plain digging in) shows the following effects: breakfast foods make you glow and emit colorful sparks, brunch foods get you floating as if filled with bubbles, lunch foods will make you feel as if you've taken part in happy hour, dinner foods will make you insatiably hungry, and dessert will make you feel as if you should simply stay in Faeryland forever... It's possible to mix and match these with effects, but do be careful. The creatures present speak in high, lilting voices about nothing in particular at all - if asked anything serious, they merely give the character a curious if disproving look and say it's impolite to speak of politics over a meal. Ask something a little more lighthearted though, and they laugh and still... don't quite answer, patting your hand and asking if you'd like an extra slice of buttered bread and jam. The tables aren't exactly the best place for eavesdropping and learning what's going on, it seems - but there are plenty of exits out of the dining hall. Large, beetle-like Fae stand guard at the entrances of various hallways outside of the hall in the castle though, preventing anyone from entering them. When asked, they simply reply these are to private quarters that ordinary guests aren't allowed into and refuse to budge on the matter. |
 A Coalition of Interests... The Seelie and the Unseelie Courts of the Fae - whether you know them or not, evidently it's a big deal that they're meeting tonight. Or over several days and nights; the Fae themselves seem to be in a bit of an argument over how long they actually want to stay in the same company as their counterparts, neutral ground of the Dewaint Forest. Regardless, there are no marked differences between the two physically, and they all speak of a singular Queen heading them; behaviorally, though, that's another thing entirely. Those of the Seelie Court are quicker to engage in conversation and prefer it one-on-one, hardly allowing a word in edgewise and getting irritated when interrupted; their pranks are usually mildly malicious, with spells causing uncontrollable laughter, color changes, and charms to make the charmee fall in love at first sight with whomever they see first peppering their repertoire. Returning to their good graces is fairly easy - the gift of something pretty as an apology tends to work, but each Fae has their own very particular gift they like. If it's messed up even a little bit, they won't accept it, and will merely play another trick upon the giftee. Those of the Unseelie Court, meanwhile, are a little harder to talk to; they prefer to prank and trick first to test those they might be interested in as a group, not unlike children trying to get the attention of someone they like by pulling their hair. Their pranks usually range from genuine hurt (such as pulling hair, stinging nettles, or simply beating them with bound vines) to curses (losing one's voice, the head of an ass, or full-scale animal transformations). Withstanding these, or standing up to these Fae, earns as much of their ire as it does their respect - the truly respectful human will be subjected to headpats and collars, like a pet. |
 A Treacherous Adventure... As beautiful as it is outside of the main dining hall and newly-grown castle (just for the momentous occasion itself, going by the rumors!), Faeryland as a whole is mired in danger. The wrong step sends one tumbling down a rabbit hole full of interesting sights, landing in a wide field of drooping flowers that snore softly and scream bloodcurdling loud when awoken. No matter how long one walks, discovering both familiar and unfamiliar sights, never ends in finding the castle again. In fact, it's much easier to find yourself accidentally going deeper into the woods. The exceptionally tall trees of the Dewaint Forest show hints of decay and rot, the smell of the dead barely covered by the flowers desperately growing across the blackened bodies of Fae and other animals that wandered too close to the growing infection in the area. What look like corpses will tremble and rise when they sense someone is close by - their eyes and mouth are pure white, contrasting with the darkness around them, and throughout the shell are cracks of a similarly pulsing whiteness; it smells magical, it feels incredibly heavy and overpowering, and it might just be too powerful for those most sensitive to the corruption and to magic. The shadowy creatures' wings are larger than normal and monstrous, with their bodies held up by the dew-crying flowers that simultaneously hold them back yet sneak their roots closer to grab those who awakened them and drag them closer. Where the monster begins and ends with the corrupted nature it's made its bed in isn't completely clear, but one thing is: it's very, very hungry. Thankfully, it's a good thing some of you have new abilities at hand, and some of you have a few neat changes to help. Teaming up makes things go quicker, and once defeated, these creatures bleed white magic and disappear in ashy smoke, shell breaking off in bits to reveal a dried-up corpse of a Fae. Nothing else remains, not even a hint to their identity, and the more of these monstrously-turned Monsters characters meet, the bigger and more terrifying they get. |
ochako uraraka | mha | witch!
[Free food? Free! Food! Ochako doesn't immediately dig in; she has both the manners and the good sense to just observe the (strangely cute??) people around her for the first, like, ten minutes or so, but when it's obvious that everything on the table is up for grabs? Hmm. She can't help it—she just has to try some of these tasty snacks.]
a. brunch, aka not this shit again
[Nibbling on a waffle was all it took to send Ochako drifting right up into the air, a sensation that's familiar... and nauseating. So incredibly nauseating, which is why she's curled into a little ball in midair, hand clamped over her mouth as she rotates around and around. Blech!!
Anyway, maybe you look up at her to tell her to float away from you and your food? Maybe you're mildly concerned? Maybe you're mildly amused! Who knows! No matter how you want to play it, once Ochako catches your eye, she's desperate enough to stretch a hand down to you and ask:]
Can you— [HicCUP!] C-Can you please pull me down?
b. lunch, aka tipsychako
[Even the sandwiches are enchanted? Dang! But at least feeling oddly relaxed is better than feeling sick as a dog; she really can't help but to giggle quietly to herself as she takes bite after bite, content to watch the people around her glow and float and do all manner of hilarious things. Did she look that silly when she was bobbing along like a bubble a short time ago... hmm...
But eventually her eyes drift over to the person closest to her, and she can't resist leaning in to bump her shoulder against theirs. Hello, new friend!]
Have you ever seen this much food in one place? It's like... like... [She pauses, struggling to make this Very Obvious Connection, before she throws both of her hands up into the air. Yes, including the hand holding the sandwich. Sorry if some lettuce, like, lands on anyone's head.] One of those super expensive buffets, but this one is free! Isn't that amazing? We're so, so, so lucky!
[FREE! FOOD! If she reaches out to give that shoulder a quick shake, just for emphasis, well... don't mind her...]
ii. a treacherous (mis)adventure
[Ochako didn't mean to wander so far from the castle. Really, she didn't, but there are just too many new things to see and to touch; it's honestly easy for her to lose track of where, exactly, she's going, and when a single misstep sends her tumbling right down into what seems like an impossibly deep hole—ah. Well. At least the landing is a soft one? ...Relatively, anyway, but as she stands in the middle of this strange field, looking around at her new surrounding as she gingerly stretches her back (ouch!), she's confident that she can find her way back to... wherever she's supposed to be. The castle? Definitely the castle. It's time to trudge right along and look for that unmistakable building.
The problem, however, is that the castle is... nowhere in sight. Odd! Worrying! Spooky, but just when Ochako begins to feel actual fear set in, is that... a person she spots? Another person hurrying across this empty space? It is indeed, and she immediately stretches a hand into the air, waving it around frantically as she calls—]
Hey! Wait!
["Are you lost, too?" That question is right there on the tip of her tongue, but as she takes a step toward this mysterious stranger—whoops! She treads right on one of those pesky little flowers, and it promptly lets out the loudest wail of all time... which causes all of the flowers around it to wake up and begin wailing, as well. Nice one, Ochako! Nice one!
Anyway, watch her bend down to try and comfort these... plants... before she decides that a) it's a lost cause and b) she should hurry toward this person instead. Here she comes, friend. Enjoy the sound of this entire field yelling for no real reason.]
I-I'm sorry! I didn't mean to!
[Meanwhile, is that something dark and decidedly larger than a flower stirring somewhere behind her? Mysterious...]
iii. wildcard
[y'all know the drill... throw something my way and i'll go with it! or feel free to hit me up over at
a. brunch, aka not this shit again
Oh, sure.
[He reaches out his newly paw-like hand for hers, standing on his tiptoes to reach. At the very least, she's pretty light ... in fact, he starts to realize just pulling her down may not be the solution.]
Um, maybe we should find something to tie you down.
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I-I don't think I'll make a very good balloon...
[A weak little laugh as she imagines, like, being tugged here and there... oh, her poor stomach...]
Can you just make sure that I don't go too high? I only had one bite, so it shouldn't last very long at all. [Well—] ...Two bites.
[Five, says the narrator. Half a waffle.]
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[He doesn't seem too panicked. Eating the colorful cake has left him fairly comfortable with his situation. All the same, he'd rather not be floating himself.]
What did you eat?
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[So how could she possibly resist?? That's her excuse and she's stickin' to it!]
And... thank you? For helping me. It's really nice of you! [She gives his hand a light squeeze, pushing past her nausea to offer him one of her bigger, brighter smiles.] I'm Ochako!
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I'm Shigeo. I'll try to avoid the waffles. I only had a piece of the rainbow cake so far, but I don't think it did anything.
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[Lesson: learned, even if something seems... odd about waffles being the cursed item here? Hmm. As #sick as she really, truly is, she looks back at him in order to carefully study that face. Buddy. Pal.]
But you don't feel weird at all? You're sure?
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b, because drunk ochako is adorable and hilarious.
Drunk? ]
Er, Uraraka-san, I think the sandwiches...
[ Might be liquor. Can you get sandwich hangovers?? Izuku is suddenly unsure, but he thinks they might find out. ]
she's a MESS
So it's with no hesitation at all that she excitedly finishes that sentence for him.]
—are delicious? They are! Have you tried one yet?
[She doesn't think so, which is why she shoves her half-eaten sandwich riiiiight up to his face. Hi. Hello. Eat this.]
Here, Deku-kun! Try mine!
she's doing fabulous anyway, signed deku, unbiased friend-author
And accidentally swallows.
He looks ridiculously over the top horrified. HE'S FAILED SOBER DRIVER DUTIES? Not like they can drive, but??? Iida would be so disappointed??? ]
I-I mean, it's good, but - ! I think the sandwiches are alcoholic!
[ Well. It didn't taste that way... ]
But if it's a soporific, does that mean a hangover is definitely going to happen? Or since it's magic, maybe it's like being drunk and then not having the fallout later...
[ Slightly tipsy Izuku: a rambling emotional idiot. ]
thanks for always having her back, deku... that's true! friendship!
No way! It just makes you really, really happy because it's really, really good.
[This is what rich people experience on the daily, she thinks. She's stoked to experience this taste of the high life, but—ah, there he goes! Overthinking things and mumbling!]
Don't worry about it! Just eat the rest, [she says oh-so brightly as she, you know, once again shoves the sandwich into his face. Does it wind up smushing into his cheek because her aim is, mmm, slightly off? Yes, but she quickly fixes THAT mistake with another laugh.] I'm not taking it away until you do!
[She will hold this sandwich here, against his face, until the end! Of! Time!!]
he will be her one-man hype squad (ง •̀_•́)ง
Deku, whose hypothetical Pokemon type weakness is his friends, is one-hit KO'd. He opens his mouth and starts to eat the sandwich. She's...is she still feeding him the sandwich?? He will grab it because that's embarrassing and flustering and finish it himself.
Maybe it does make him feel happy and good and sappy? So sappy. ]
Uraraka-san...all of your ideas are good ideas.
[ Let him start his hype man duties right now. Drunk Deku LOVES HIS FRIENDS. ]
they're each other's loudest cheerleader
They're not as good as yours. [And of course she can't resist shooting him a bright smile.] But are you ready for my best idea?
[A dramatic pause as she drags the platter of cake their way, probably knocking over a cup or two in the process. It's fine. Focus on these SWEETS.]
If we share every piece of cake here, then we can eat... twice as much cake!
[Ochako, no. Ochako, that's not how math works. But hey, she looks so pleased with herself...]
that's what best friendship is all about
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Lucky? Yes, I suppose.
[She'd had her nose buried dutifully in a book, but the words finally began to sink in after she responded in that half-attentive way. She snaps it shut and looks up, worried. And as if sensing her mood...Salem jumps up onto the table, the little black cat making a Mrrowwwing sound.]
...Wait, you're eating it?
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Yeah! It's really, really good.
[But before she can, like, explain just how magical this sandwich really is—oh? Hello, new friend! As weak to adorable animals as ever, Ochako can't resist holding out a hand for Salem to sniff... even though the hand she holds out is the one with the sandwich. Oh, well!]
And you're really, really cute! Where did you come from?
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[it's from the freakin' Fae, and if there's one thing they are good at, it's enchantment. Now, what that means exactly is anyone's guess, but she's going to go out on a limb and say this girl has no freaking idea.
Salem, however, doesn't mind the reaching hand. He dutifully ignores the sandwich, nosing his head around to sniff her hand...and give her a kitty lick. All scratchy, and kitty-like]
This is Salem. My familiar. And if he's avoiding the food, you can bet it's not safe to eat.
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Salem, [she repeats, turning it over in her mind. A cute name for a cute cat, she decides.] I want a familiar, too...
[She kind of mutters that to herself as she makes a quick mental note: find a cute dream!cat of her own ASAP. But as adorable as Salem is, she still looks back over Sabrina's way soon enough. Enchanted food? Bah.]
But this is... it's a dream, right? You're supposed to eat whatever you want in a dream. That's the best part! [It definitely is, which is why she nods in agreement with... herself!] Maybe cats just don't like sandwiches, no matter where they are.
[Fae? Who? Never heard of her.]
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Even in a dream, if you're in the realm of the Fae, it's probably a bad idea.
[At least, it seemed that way to her, if everything she'd read in Ambrose's bestiaries and heard from her Aunties was true the Fae were dangerous things. Wicked and cunning, and prone to toying with humans.]
And yeah, also Salem doesn't like bread. He won't touch it. Even if it's slathered in tuna.
joining the b club
[Instead, she reaches up a hand to top of Ochako's head, ruffling her hair a little with a grin.]
Oh, Lady Luck's givin' us our due today alright. The hell is a buffet?
[What a nice kid. The hosts put Fang on edge, but turning down food was one great way to pick a fight, and she didn't know enough about them yet. 'Course, that kept slipping her mind once the lunch course was underway. Unbeknownst to her, Fang's pupils had narrowed into feline slits, her eyes periodically reflecting the light of the chandeliers.]
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You've never been to a buffet? Really? They're like... [She gestures toward the table with both hands, opening her arms in a dramatic sort of gesture.] Like this, but, um... smaller? Even the super expensive ones don't have this much food, and my dad says they cost as much as he makes in—
[Well, that will simply have to wait once she spots this person's eyes, like... reflect light like a deer;s eyes do? No, like a CAT's eyes do! She's seen stuff like this before, of course, but she still leans forward the slightest bit, her own eyes widening in obvious admiration.]
Oh, your eyes! They're cute! Like a cat...
[Tipsychako: a chatterbox with absolutely no filter.]
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My eye're cute like a cat? Ha—that's a first. You're a real space-case, you know that?
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A "space-case?" I don't think anyone's ever called me that before... [Hmm...] Or maybe they have? I don't remember, but it's okay! I like space.
[Space is where all of the stars are! But as she tilts her head yet again, she can't resist pulling a (mild) face.]
And it's way better than "Round Face."
[Is it, though? Is it??]
i. b
but the manner of speaking immediately reminds him of hajime (ah, his sweet, poor, cute, commoner friend,) and so tori is maybe half as bothered as normal, though he still jerks away from her shaking.... which is increasing the sparks that fly off him, like little fireworks.]
Stop that, I'm not a magic ball or whatever~! Ugh, seriously, do all commoners have an issue with personal space?
[fuuu.]
A-ny-way, gatherings like this are normal for nobility, you know~? So it's nothing special for someone like me, but I guess to a commoner it might just be a dream come true. ♪ Eat up and enjoy it while you still can. ♪
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...What's in it for me? Fufun, I've got a couple ideas if you need some suggestions...♪
II.
He looks up when he hears yelling. His first read is Ochako and his second read is her environment. Newt doesn't hesitate to start sprinting towards her and all but basically yank her backwards until they're both toppling backwards and onto the ground. Still, it was better than-]
You know, you really shouldn't yell. Best to try and get by quietly than to make yourself known. You make a few unwanted friends otherwise.
[Despite them toppled to the floor, Newt has his wand pointed outwards towards what looks to be some writhing and grotesque corpse of some kind. It had looked like it was aiming to swipe at the other.]
We should get moving.