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Whether you're trying to figure out how your character would fare in this setting, trying to get some samples together, or just dipping your toes in the water, you've come to the right place! The Test Drive is here to make your life easy by letting you see what the game is like without actually joining it first. So here is how it works:
1: Post a starter with your character, including whether they are a god or shinki in the subject line.
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3: Take on any god/shinki of your choosing, as long as they're not already in the game!
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5: Have lots of fun!

Old Officials
There's a business that is desperately wishing the older members of their workforce would bow out. They've been sitting on death's door for so long and are doing little to help the company. The younger managers only want to step up and take their place! Help convince these ancient businessmen to step down.
A celebration for peanuts is sweeping through the city. Peanut butter, peanut cookies, even just plain peanuts are being sold, thrown, and praised all over. It's your job to help spread the peanut love, either by helping to make the tasty treats or by buying more peanuts from the next town over.
Oddly enough, a request has come in from a quail, of all creatures. It thinks very highly of itself and knows that it's super mega important, but it has such a hard time being anything but quiet. Your job, should you choose to accept it, is to draw attention to this quail - make it stand out like not other quail has done before.
A rowdy motorcycle gang has been plaguing the streets for a few weeks. Every night, at midnight, they make their engines roar out in unison, waking everybody in town. The riders themselves are good guys, they just have this one nasty habit that they refuse to give up because it pays tribute to their patron god. Do you have the heart to get them to quiet down?
The newest tourist stop is a large casino. It's said that everyone who enters the casino has their luck stolen from them at the door. That might just be silly superstitions and bad gamblers talking, but there is definitely an ayakashi there who seems to feed on people's luck. Maybe that's what's causing everyone to lose so much.

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Aya Fujimiya | Weiss Kreuz | God (of Cookies, Apparently)
[Peanut festival? Peanut festival. Why peanuts, of all things? Sure, they're nice and everything, but isn't it a little bit like having a festival for... oh, chocolate chips, maybe. Coconut flakes. Glacé cherries. Open the kitchen cupboard, run your finger along the shelves, declare a festival of nonpareils. Put like that, it actually sounds kind of fun.
[Any excuse for a party is, for Aya, an excuse to hole herself up in the kitchen and bake things. She'd meant to make just peanut butter cookies, really! Except she'd made two batches and the chocolate chips were right there, so she'd done the next lot with chocolate as well - milk and white - and then experimented with coconut cinnamon. She'd found a recipe that said that was okay as a combination so it couldn't be too bad, right? And then she'd found the raisins and found another recipe with them and people liked variety, didn't they? Wait, weren't some people allergic to peanuts? And wouldn't they be feeling left out?
[The upshot of it all: Aya standing behind a stall in the square surrounded by far too many trays and plates of biscuits, and the definition of 'peanut butter cookie' stretched well beyond breaking point. Is there a God of Peanuts? If there is, Aya hopes he's very close to the God of Chocolate Chips, or this could get a little awkward.
[So... does anyone here actually want a cookie? They're free. Really!
[Maybe this is what daddy meant by 'supply and demand'.]
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Though, he's got lots of favorites, really. But peanut butter and chocolate has that funky sweet and salty mix that he likes in sweet things. Because if something is overloaded with sugar, you have to have something to balance it out. Kind of like ... a carefully crafted bomb. Any idiot can blow stuff up, but what Naru does is a work of art. (Shh, all explosives experts think so).
He finds the source of the wafting aromas and stops right in front of the booth. ]
Wow! Did you make those?
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[Oh, yeah. People, Aya. A thing that can happen when you stand in the street offering free stuff! Okay, now put on your best smile and cute boy oh my gosh.
[Eep. Cute boy. Wasn't expecting that! Hang on, I was doing something, wasn't I?
[Cookies. He likes cookies. Think cookies, Aya. She's only blushing a little as she catches herself and manages to get her best smile back into place.]
Yeah, kind of... I just really like baking, so I thought - well, everyone likes cookies, right?
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What kinds do you have? I think I smell peanut butter...
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[Wait, what if he doesn't? Because it's in pretty much everything.]
I mean, I've got some without it if you don't, I know it's a peanut festival but it's lonely being left out.
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[ He grins and skims through to spot the ones with milk chocolate. He thinks they match better, because they remind him of Reese's peanut butter cups. ]
I'll take one of those! How much do I owe you?
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[That makes things easier. Aya grins back as she slips the cookie into a paper bag. He's awfully nice, too...
[Actually you get an extra cookie for that, Naru.]
And you don't, actually. They're free. For the festival.
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[ He gets an extra cookie, too. Score! Naru grins widely and takes one out to start nibbling on immediately. ]
So uh, how come you're involved in this ... festival? [ Festival for what? As far as he knows, it's not a holiday.... ]
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[She says obviously, surrounded by a metric tonne of home-baked cookies.]
It seemed a good reason to get involved, and since it's something I like to do it really wasn't any hardship. Besides, it's always fun being at these things. Oh, uh... is it okay?
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[ It takes him a few seconds to answer, because he's stuffing his face. Crumbs are on his cheeks, which he haphazardly wipes off with the back of his hand. ]
Yum! They're amazing! You should like, open a bakery or something.
I'm Naru, by the way. Uhyou Naru.
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He walks up nice and slow, and waves politely.]
Yo! What's this I hear about a free cookie?
[The devil walks in with a smile.]
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Mm-hm. For the festival. There's peanut butter, peanut butter and chocolate, coconut cinnamon peanut butter, peanut butter and raisin... they've pretty much all got peanut butter in, actually. But these ones are plain, if you'd rather.
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For now, letting a little sheep roam in the pen wasn't going to hurt him.]
What a shame for those who are allergic to the stuff. Lucky for me I'm not.
[And because he's greedy...]
One each is an option, isn't it?
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[Just let her find a bag.
[Okay, two bags.
[Still, Aya's going to frown just a little bit, and just in confusion, really! because that's - let's see. One, two, three-- okay, yeah, that is quite a lot of cookies, enough that she'd probably feel slightly ill. On the other hand, this man is very tall. He can probably eat a lot more than she can.]
Do you want one each of the plain ones, too?
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One plain one is more than enough.
[ He isn't shopping for a 4-person household anymore, after all. And cookies are never as sweet as people's thoughts anyway, like how this girl is tittering on like an old maid already. ]
I'll be slowly enjoying this wide range of flavors, after all. I take my time with pleasant tastes.
[ Not creepy at all. ]
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They're... just cookies. Most of them have peanut in...
[Yes, cookies are pleasant, but if you want something to linger over, wouldn't you just buy a parfait? Aya enjoys cookies as much as the next girl and a lot more if the next girl is busy pretending she really likes salad, but true indulgence came with fresh fruit and ganache, and proper whipped cream.
[Please have your cookies. Please don't make this weird.]
Well, next time I'll make something more interesting.
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I'll look forward to what you can offer me.
[He places his bills on the table and retrieves the first cookie from his bag to start eating. As he walks away, he calls out over his shoulder.]
Until next time, Aya-chan.
[A wink and then he teleports away.]
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[John Adams accepts a cookie.]
This is the kind of ingenuity we need from our patriots. I might send this home to my wife.
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Thank you very much! I hope you enjoy it.
[She bows, just a little, because it sort of feels like The Right Thing To Do.]
I've got the recipe, if you do.
[Well, okay, so maybe she's not handing out printouts to passers-by, but she remembers it. After that many cookies, of course she does.]
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[He takes a step back, lifts his cane, and also bows. He's a little confused by her, because shouldn't a lady curtsy? But heathen country, heathen traditions... Abby would want him to be diplomatic, and he's representing Massachusetts.]
I would like it very much. Tell me, did your mother teach it to you? Or was it your own invention? I don't wish to make Mrs. Adams jealous of your talent, but she will undoubtedly be interested in the history of these cookies.
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[It's probably something like that. She smiles again,because that seems natural, and clearly the politest thing, too.]
Um... well, yes. My mother taught me how to bake.
[Hold the smile, Aya. He means nothing by it, and your problems are not his concern.]
I don't think we ever made these specifically, but she did show me how to make cookies and the recipe's basically the same. Hers were a lot better, though. And I'm sure your wife's would be, too. Experience really helps, and I don't have that much yet, really.
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Well, commitment is the only way to gain experience. [Takes another bite of the cookie.]
So you have made your own innovations, splendid, splendid. If I could convince the army to be this clever, maybe we'd be winning...
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[Aya blinks. Wait, what--
[Well, of course people here have come from all over, and not in the way that people come from all over back home, either. Still - a war? That... well, that rather puts her own problems into perspective, and she's very glad she kept smiling.
[Oh lord, now what on earth should she say? Aya could write everything she knows about wars that didn't come from TV on a postage stamp.]
I'm so sorry, I didn't mean-- well, I suppose things must be very different where I come from. We, um... it hasn't happened for a while.
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There's nothing for you to be sorry about. I forget, you know... my wife has such a taste for politics and men's business, I forget it's not to everyone's taste.
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[On the other, she doesn't understand much about war or politics this side of The-Prime-Minister-is-a-Liberal-Democrat and economics - I'm sorry, papa - is, from what she's heard from Ran and her father and from their increasingly earnest and incomprehensible discussions on the matter, legitimately the most boring subject on the face of the earth. Apart from sport, she can't really think of any other men's business and, since she stopped going to baton-twirling classes when she hit middle school, Aya's not really been interested in that either.
[On the other other hand, Aya really doesn't want this gentleman thinking that she's, well... silly or something by going right on back to talk about something that's very definitely women's business. Okay, so let's try another tack.]
Well, by the time we go back we'll all have seen lots of different things here. Maybe there'll be something here that will make all the difference back home.