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TEST DRIVE # 17

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.
2: Act like your character is established enough in the setting to allow your thread to go places.
3: Take on any god/shinki of your choosing, as long as they're not already in the game!
4: Comment around to the other people on the meme.
5: Have lots of fun!

To get you started, here are some ideas for thread-starters! Feel free to come up with your own ideas if these don't strike your fancy, though.

Courtly Cadavers

Several dead bodies have very suddenly returned to life. Not only that, but they seem to be possessed by very courteous and polite spirits. So there are reports of half-rotten beings bowing down to young ladies and kissing their hands or holding open doors for other passersby. It's really nice, sure, but also really disturbing.

Dark Deeds

In the middle of the night, there is a spirit that keeps turning off all of the street lamps. Fortunately, there aren't many cars on the roads at this time. Unfortunately, the spirit is also putting out all of the cars' headlights as well. And no cell phone lights or flashlights work during that time either and it's starting to cause a lot of accidents.

Endless Eight

There are eight blocks in downtown Tokyo that have taken to repeating endlessly. As you reach the end of the eight block, you find yourself stepping onto the first block again. No amount of turning or redirecting yourself will allow you to leave the eight blocks - until you stop by a cafe with a couple of bunny girls out front and make a purchase, that is.

Further Forward

Many in Tokyo want nothing more than to be on the cutting edge of technology! And there are some wealthy people who want to be even further ahead than everyone else. That's why they've sent out a general call for new types of technology to be brought to them. And if what you bring is impressive enough, you might get yourself a nice reward~

Giant Goats

Several farms on the outskirts of the city have reported a very sudden and tremendous growth in their goats. That's right, there are two-story tall goats hanging out with the other farm animals. Other than being very large, they seem mostly the same. But since goats will eat anything, well... Let's just say a couple of farmers are going to need new barns soon.

If you're uncertain about anything, feel free to check out the Premise, Rules, and FAQ posts. And don't hesitate to ask any questions you might have on the FAQ!
When and if you're ready to join the game, check out the Taken Characters before throwing in a Reserve and starting on your Application
Have fun!

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This wasn't a normal outage. How long ago did it happen?

[Not to discount abilities that can be activated while far away, but if it isn't one of those, then she might have an idea where to start searching for the culprit.]

[Speaking of...she finally realizes she hadn't explained herself.] I'm looking for what caused it.

[He sighs.]

It goes around in a loop.

[And isn't that irritating.]

There doesn't seem to be an exact exit.

So it appears.

[ End of the street. Moment of truth. Hibiki doesn't even flinch, but instead walks right through.

When her foot lands on pavement, real, new pavement, her mouth curls up in a silent, impossibly self-satisfied smirk.

Perfect. ]

[Once free, Makoto sighs happily and turns to Hibiki, straight backed and poised despite the cardboard tray in her hand.]

That's that, then. Thanks.

[A beat.]

My name's Makoto, by the way.

Hibiki.

[ Who finishes her cup of tea before replacing it on the tray, the better to have a hand free to offer Makoto. She may have figured out the solution to the puzzle on her own, but you implemented it. A handshake is the least she can do. ] May our next meeting be under more delightful circumstances.

[ As fan and celebrity, perhaps. Since there's no way you'll be satisfied now that you've witnessed Shikyoin Hibiki in the flesh. ]

Naturally.

[He carries a bow around with him. If he missed such a worthless target, what kind of man would he be? Worthless.]

I am specialized in death, of course.

[Eww. Thankfully the corpse seems to have gotten a grip on the rest of himself as he goes wandering off to find someone a bit more receptive of his graces.]

I'm sure they'll manage somehow.

Not that I'm aware of.

[Maybe she'd visited similar places when she was alive. It wasn't as if Riza could remember it though. And if this was the first time? Well, that was acceptable as well as long as they finally figured out what was going on.

The girls outside the cafe start to wave at the women as the approach. Welcome to the Hippity Hop Cafe!]

Didn't that get in people's way?

[A long string trailing across the city, either laying on the ground or just so high off the ground could be dangerous.]

I'm not sure. It's the first time I remember seeing anything like it, personally.

[As far as Riza knows she might have dressed like that when she was alive. Or wore something else really stupid like tiny miniskirts.]

At least it's summer, so it's warm enough for it. Still, it looks really embarrassing.

Maybe we could all read them if we found a way to turn the lights back on?

[Just a suggestion, but what else are they going to do, stand around in the dark all night?]

[ Trucy's right there with you, Junko. No... really. She's suddenly next to the blond. How? When? These are all very good questions that no one cares about and they're going to go unanswered anyways. She's got her hands behind her back, rocking back and forth on the balls of her feet as she observes the large animals. ]

You can say that again. Gotta say, though, they're pretty cool to look at.

[And now she's being roped into humanitarian efforts. Could this night get any worse? With a sense of overwhelming despair, she knows it can. Her useless sister or her stupid classmates could be here. That would be the beary worst. Unbearable too.

She tries to put some fear into her voice as she turns to where her "companion" is. Maybe she can get her to do all the work.]

Maybe, but I don't know anything about electrical work. Where would we even start?

[Look, this place? It's weird. No, seriously, it's fucking weird as fuck and this is from a girl where her world is pretty fucked up. (Mostly due to her machinations, but that's neither here nor there, okay.) She's learned to... just nod and go along with the chaos. It's despair-inducing, sure, but at least she's not quite so bored anymore.]

I don't know. I've seen better. They're no twenty foot killer mechanical bear rampaging down streets.

[ Trucy considers herself lucky that the world she hails from is... it's weird and sometimes crazy, but not... fucked up. Mostly. Now that the Dark Age of the Law™ is over. But there are more pressing issues to deal with right now.

...Like goats of the goliath variety. ]

Twenty foot killer mechanical bears...? [ She blinks and turns her attention to the other girl, tipping her head slightly in question. ] Those are really a thing where you're from?

[That voice.

Komaeda doesn't really remember Junko's voice. He may be a god, but his memories of Junko Enoshima were erased prior to his death. He knows of her, thanks to the file Monokuma gave him, but it's not like the Future Foundation had included a voice clip in the file.

But when he's grabbed, and he hears that voice...his body reacts. It's like lightning down his spine, a feeling that doesn't seem to be either disgust or ecstasy but something weirdly both. And when he turns to look at her - well, he recognizes her face from the file, at least, and that explains the reaction he's having.

The Ultimate Despair. She's standing right in front of him. It occurs to him, briefly, that she's supposed to be dead...but he realizes quite quickly that, then again, so is he.

He smiles at her. He's honestly not sure how he feels - if he wants to stab her, or if he's outright breathless to be in her presence. Eventually, he decides it's both; they needn't be mutually exclusive feelings.

There's a quiet, viciously pleased feeling looking at her, however. With his death, he'd sown the seeds of destruction for the remnants of Ultimate Despair. It's true, he doesn't know how it all went off...and he has enough lingering respect for Chiaki and Hajime to think that they might actually pull his friends through. (Does he want that or not? Ultimate Despair as a whole is a source of conflicting feelings.) But there's every chance that he succeeded...and that he brought an end to Ultimate Despair. That he is, in fact, the Ultimate Hope, confronting his counterpart.

That's a giddy little thought. Not one he can take complete confidence in, but enough to not feel at a complete disadvantage.

His concern for the people around him has been completely overwhelmed by this new development. There's way too much to deal with here for him to split his attention that much.]

I didn't expect to see you here, Junko. To think that someone like me could end up in the same afterlife as someone like you... [He readjusts the neck of his hoodie where she'd tugged on it.] Vending machines don't interest me that much, though...I always wind up with too many snacks or drinks.

Edited 2017-06-08 06:03 (UTC)

[Honestly, it just depends on what you want out of life. Junko is fucked up so her world reflects her heart: black, cold and chaotic. And, well, she went through a lot of trouble to make it that way too, despite all the good intentions of the Mirai Foundation.

Besides, there's nothing as despair-worthy disappointment as seeing some innocent crushed at the ludicrousness of her world being exposed.]

Doesn't everyone have those? [It's not like Souda's talent is unusual, after all. He's just the best.] I thought they were pretty common place.

[ That just sounds lovely. Fortunately for Trucy's world, she just wants to be the best magician to ever live. No despair to be found there! ...Mostly. ]

I'm afraid not. [ There's a thoughtful pause, before she brightens. ] We have giant mechanical badgers, though!

[She watches as love and hate, hope and despair, war in her senpai's eyes. It's an interesting experience. Breaking him, twisting him, molding his hope into her despair was better than sex. Watching the future of Hope's Peak break to her will, both in the 77th and 78th classes, was better than anything else.

A small, satisfied smile crosses her lips. Of course he thinks he's won. But she's smarter than him. Smarter than Hinata/Kamakura. Smarter than Munakata. Smarter than Naegi, dammit. The Despair-filled wasteland they called home was proof of that. Nothing would change her rise to the top, not even her death at her own hands.

She takes her left hand, the one not holding onto his hoodie, and places it on his arm in an intimate, purposeful gesture. To anyone else, it might seem that they're lovers that've been reunited. And, in a way, it's true. She loves and hates him as much as he does her, but not to the same extent.]

Where else would we both wind up, Komaeda-senpai? After everything we've done, there's no way we'd be parted, now is there?

And I despair at the thought of all the waste that would come with you getting seven coffees again. Perhaps if Souda-senpai were here, we could share some of your bounty with him too.

[Give it time. Junko's great at ferreting things out to further her own cause. Part and parcel of being the Ultimate Analyst, after all. However, it doesn't take her that long to figure out the other girl and it's so decidedly boring that Junko sort of wilts into the very embodiment of Ultimate Disappointment.

She's taking a page out of Mukuro's book for a minute.]

Oh, well, that sounds boring. Badgers aren't anywhere near as cool as Monokuma and his friends. They spread their love to everyone they meet, after all.

[With blood and explosions, but that's neither here nor there.]

[Komaeda's expressions have always had the potential to be unsettling, especially when his mental state is in utter chaos. (Not that Junko's likely to be intimidated by anything, but she'll at least take note of the somewhat twisted quality of his smile.) And then Komaeda reaches out and rests a hand on her outstretched arm. Her left hand as well, incidentally, attached to his wrist. His body, after his death, seems to be in the state he left it in the real world, not the virtual one.

Is he trying to raise the stakes in whatever back-and-forth game they've immediately launched into, or is he just showing off his devotion to her, fawning over her without the need for words? Komaeda himself has no idea. Again, it might be both.

Whatever he feels about Junko, there's no denying he's excited - whether it's from ultimate love, ultimate hate, or even just ultimate anticipation. Hope has beaten despair at least once, his (her) hand is proof of that, so Junko's not as complete in her Ultimate status as she'd like to think...but in one area she remains absolutely unsurpassed. Junko is the Ultimate Catalyst. She's almost similar to Komaeda, if people such as them could possibly be compared; when Junko is around, whether it's good or bad, something dramatic is guaranteed to happen.]

We were parted once, though...I just hadn't expected it to be temporary. I might have saved myself some painful surgery if I'd known I'd see you in the flesh again someday! [His laugh is entirely too cheerful for the subject matter, but that's Komaeda all over.]

And who knows, maybe Souda and the others will show up. [This smile is rather more unhinged. As far as Komaeda knows, Junko has no idea about the events on Jabberwock Island - not the actual Junko, anyway. It's enough to give even him a touch of an air even when faced with such an overwhelming Ultimate student.

Of course, Komaeda having that kind of hope and confidence just gives Junko something shiny to crush.]

That seems like a bit of an arbitrary order, doesn't it? [Komaeda had been wandering bemusedly among the corpses when he'd heard the stranger - another god, he senses - speak. It's enough to make him stop for at least a passing conversation.] Most shinki are just as dead as them. And I died before coming here as well. They're certainly less...well-preserved, but I don't know if we're in any position to tell the dead to stop wandering around...

[What troublesome streets.]

[She knows of a spell on a doorway that can send anyone going through it back inside...but she doubts the same principle applies here. Because...of course it doesn't, but, looked at a different way...]

Can you tell where the loop is weakest? Strongest would work, too.

[Rekka's so used to splitting up at times like these that she nearly suggests it, but those times were always with people from her organization. In a place that she hasn't fully gotten used to yet, sticking together might be the best course of action...]

Do you think we should split up? ...I don't know what I'd be looking for. It might be better for us both to look over the entire thing.

[There's another thing, too, but questioning the people doesn't even occur to her.]

[ Eric had been wandering around when the lights had gone out. That didn't much bother him, in fact, it was a good excuse to practice his fire to help light things up.

So, his hand glows as fir erupts from it, and he decided to walk around, maybe seeing if anyone had any idea why there was a blackout. He hears the screeching of tires and jogs ahead to find a revving veered off car and faintly, the outline of a girl that might have been hit. ]

You alright?

[Junko's intimidated by nothing. That's her problem. She's looked into the abyss and it ran off scared of the even bigger abyss inside of her. If anything, she appreciates it when she can see a similar sort of lacking in someone else. This, this is why Komaeda with all his quirky luck and obsession with hope has been her greatest and fondest pet.

He's never boring. Never predictable. Well, under certain circumstances he is. Every move he makes in the game between them are incredibly obvious, but that doesn't mean she doesn't enjoy them. In fact, he's the only one outside of Matsuda and Muruko and that bitch Chiaki that's gotten the same sort of mixture of love and hatred that she's capable of having. Her classmates, well, she loved them too, but on a much smaller level than those four.

And Kamakura, well... for Izuru, it was amazement, but never love and he never could inspire hate either.

She twines their left hands, her left hands, together and leans over to put her head on his shoulder.]

Your devotion to me is so wonderful to see again, Komaeda-senpai. [She doesn't even mind his creepy laugh. She has her own.] It's nice to know that I was missed this much.

I wonder if the others will show as much as you have.

[Komaeda doesn't know that she and Kamakura had contingencies for the contingencies for the contingencies. She's planned everything out to the last molecule, and she knows about Jabberwock. In fact, she wants it. Because that means she'll be with her senpai forever. They'll always carry a part of her with them. Always and forever.

She drags the nails of her right hand down his face, leaving red tracks down the soft skin.]

But you, Nagito, you're my favorite.

Edited (wrong icon) 2017-06-09 00:24 (UTC)

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