Test Drive #27

[godsoffortune]

TEST DRIVE # 27



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.

Apparition Apparent

Following the ups and downs of their business after the whole Zodiac affair, the fortune tellers of Ginza have searched for another fad to bring in the customers. The old and cheesy is making a revival, and so the fortune tellers have latched onto seances as the next big thing. Trembling tables, knocks on the wall, creepy voices from beyond the grave- all performance art that people will pay big yen for. Or… is it all performance?

Bead Bustle

At the perpetually bustling intersection of Shibuya, someone’s precious bead bracelet has fallen apart. Answer this sudden but intense prayer to recover all the beads and return them to their owner.
Hope you have a bird-like affinity for small, shiny objects, because they’re certain to be thoroughly scattered under the feet of hundreds of pedestrians.

Cattle Cull

It is part of the cycle of commerce: cattle are bred to become beef. One farmer has been struck with melancholy for the fate of the poor beasts, and has asked for divine intervention in choosing which cattle are to die. Be a cattle whisperer and try to divine which beasts are accepting of their fate? Maybe, if it’s all the same to you, at least try to choose the fatty-looking ones.


Delivery Dash

For some reason, a singing telegram business is getting more orders than their small staff can handle! Good for business, so long as the messages can be delivered on time! Button up into your bellhop uniform of choice and head out in pairs on this urgent task to sing messages of all kinds, from silly to serious, to their unwitting recipients. (Just don’t get shot, ok? That’d be unfortunate.)


Epicurean Epidemic

There has been a rash of ayakashi activity in an affluent region of Tokyo. The victims will, out of envy of those around them, start spending money way above their means in order to enjoy grade-A epicurean delights- everything from entertainment to food. Then once the victim starts getting frustrated with their “sudden” lack of money to keep enjoying said delights, the small worm-like ayakashi feeds off that discontent, copies itself, and splits off onto another human.
On the plus side, the copies seem to like staying near each other. On the negative side, over a dozen people have been infected already. Hope you can find and exterminate them all.




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!

Comments

Qrow Branwen | Shinki

[corvidiocy]

A: Beads

...I'm feeling somewhat insulted,

[Qrow muttered to himself around the flask of.... something that he had brought to his lips as he took a brief break in procuring the many, many beads that had been lost in the streets. Of all prayers-- of all people-- it had to be this one.

And him.

Drawing a deep breath, he overlooked the intersection once again for any sign of any more beads. Some appeared to be caught between the bricks in the walkway. Others still looked like they had fallen down into the sewers.

Just his luck.]

B: Deliveries

[He was half washed out to sea, and it was far too late to try to stop him. Between the requests and the outfit he had been given, the laughter was uncontrollable.

As was his humor. Pity, he smelled worse than a dive bar.]

Hold on, [he said to whomever looked like they'd make a good audience.] I think I have a good one. You see, there once was this plumber from Lee...

[It was a limerick that he had started, but by god was he going to sing.]

A

[revolutionfalcon]

The only reason anyone needs to be insulted is that this person could've just as easily done this themselves.

[As someone also named after a bird, but one not known for its propensity towards shiny objects so much as its ability to catch things very quickly, Shun is somewhat less offended by this. But then again, he doesn't know Qrow to get the name issue there.

He also can't imagine being drunk is going to help, because he sure is making an educated guess at what's in a flask that looks like that.]

Though seeing double isn't going to help you either.

[corvidiocy]

[Being drunk helped plenty with certain things. Coping with chicks who were too sassy for the nest was one of them. Qrow stopped mid-draw at the commentary and pulled back, casting a questioning look between the teen and the flask before shrugging nonchalantly.]

I have no idea what you're talking about.

[He capped the flask and put it aside before withdrawing the small bag he had been collecting the beads in.]

Plenty's been found already, [he explained, shaking the bag so the beads clacked against eachother as he spoke.] That was just a break.

[revolutionfalcon]

Of course you don't. [Shun puts that rather dryly, as if he doesn't think it's worth arguing, though at least the flask is getting put aside. And at least someone else has made some progress, because Shun inclines his head slightly before taking out an impromptu bag of his own, which is actually just a cloth with the corners twisted together, but still has a few beads in it.]

You'd think they'd be more careful with something that's supposed to be this important to them. Did they even specify how many beads were in it?

[If the prayer went to multiple people, he'd assume not, but he can hope someone else got more details than just "collect these beads".]

[corvidiocy]

N o p e.

[Qrow shrugged, wholeheartedly agreeding with the kid's sentiments even if he wasn't going to verbalize that much. Cherished possessions usually did receive better treatment than this one did-- at least, Qrow suspected as much. His own memory didn't supply him with anything, but he understood this on a viceral level.

Instead he angled his head and waited for the stop light to change, and once more his gaze flickered toward the storm drain.]

...I think some went down there. How do you wanna get them?

[revolutionfalcon]

[The passing look of faintly disgusted exasperation that crosses Shun's face from that answer probably says plenty enough about what he thinks of this person's lack of forethought. Shun has a rather strong idea of how treasured possessions should be handled, and this doesn't line up with it.

When Qrow looks towards the storm drain, Shun follows his gaze before sighing quietly and heading over to take a look.]

Depends how deep it is. [Storm drains aren't usually shallow, but the sizes can vary widely. He crouches down by it, checking it out a bit more closely.]

It's not that big a drain. [That's said somewhat musingly, since it's a good thing and a bad thing - neither of them is likely to fit down it, but they might be able to reach down it.]

[corvidiocy]

[Qrow joined him, crouching down casually as if he had simply lost his keys.]

Not that big, but looks like the bottom is just outta reach.

[He scratched his chin thoughtfully as he peered down, eyes lighting on the shiny beads that stood out in the grime at the bottom of the drain.]

Damn. This is gonna be awkward.

[revolutionfalcon]

Probably. [Shun, while not impressed with the prospect, isn't naive enough to say it isn't going to be awkward.] If they were bigger, we'd have a shot at being able to pick them up with something else, but beads aren't going to going to work for that.

[If they had a long bottle or something, they could possibly get them into there - Shun has a metal canteen on his belt, but it's not really the right shape for chasing beads around.]

[corvidiocy]

And they don't seem like they're metal, either...

[He mused aloud, scratching his chin as he thought of the other beads they had collected. If the beads had been metal, then all they would need to do was go purchase a magnet of some kind to grab them.

No. This was going to take a different kind if ingenuity.]

b

[chibisu]

[Sir. Sir stop. Sir it is a small child you are attempting to limerick at. SIR.]

[Still, the boy is listening carefully regardless. He was here checking out something else entirely but, well, he can't help but be curious in what kind of business could possibly be sending its workers out three sheets to the wind.]

[corvidiocy]

[A business that throws a man in a kilt because he has damn good legs.

Still, a tiny person wasn't a proper audience for a bawdy (and dirty) limerick, and upon seeing this Qrow quickly changed his tune.]

Wait. I've got something better.

♫ There was an Old Man in a boat,
Who said, 'I'm afloat, I'm afloat!'
When they said, 'No! you ain't!'
He was ready to faint,
That unhappy Old Man in a boat. ♫

[chibisu]

[Slick, Qrow. Especially since Ebisu is being accompanied by one of his shinki, who would definitely not approve of a dirty limerick.]

[As the much more sanitized one is played out, Ebisu gives a polite clap of his hands and smiles.]

That was really good! I've never heard that kind of poetry before.

[He is, technically, a very old god.... and people who worship to old gods tend to be very traditional, as it is.]

[corvidiocy]

[Grinning, Qrow bent down on a knee to properly look the kid in the eyes. Godling or not, this kid was still a good one and deserved all the good things in the world.]

It's called a limerick, [He explained,] And it's from.... somewhere.

Not here.

[A chuckle. A shrug. He didn't know and he didn't care-- at least he had gotten a kid to smile.]

[chibisu]

Somewhere?

[Definitely a vague answer. Then again, it seems like he might be one of the newer shinki or reincarnations to the Far Shore, and there are a lot of strange things they seem to know.]

[Well, he's willing to let it go. He's still not sure if this is a shinki, in which case it'd be bad to pry, or if this is a god, in which case it'd be rude to not know his name beforehand.]

Does the business it's from do limericks a lot, or did you add that on your own?

[corvidiocy]

[He was new-- not that he was going to go and say so. Some business just wasn't important for first meetings-- especially ones between a drunk and a tiny person.]

I added it myself [He said, raking a hand through his shorn hair as he spoke.] Not quite part of the job description, but there's a little something called Being Creative that always makes people happy.

[chibisu]

I agree! That sort of innovation is what allows competition to flourish between businesses, and allows people to have a wider variety of services to choose from.

[You totally wanted to talk business with a small child, right, Qrow...? While wasted?]

Besides, I think a lot can be learned from foreign markets! So adding things unique to other places can be really smart.

[corvidiocy]

[Oho. The kid was a smart one! Another chuckle rumbled up from his chest as he watched on with drunken amusement.

Yes, he did want to talk economics while wasted.]

You've got a big brain for someone so tiny. [He said, reaching out to ruffle the kid's hair despite the severe looking man that stood by his side.]

My only advice? Don't make Kilts part of the uniform. They're cold in the winter!

[chibisu]

[Said severe looking man seems to raise his hands a bit in protest, but there's none coming from Ebisu himself. Rather, he just looks bemused. Hair ruffles are not things which particularly happen to him often.]

So what would you recommend that would be just as eye-catching during colder weather?

[corvidiocy]

[Kids should be treated like kids. It was a natural law that even this man with his muddled memory knew. Offering a fond smile, Qrow scratched his chin and made a show of thinking the question over.]

Maybe you could try something with a cool hat instead of a kilt?

[chibisu]

[Mimicking the gesture, Ebisu considers the proposal with all the due carefulness it deserves.]

That would mean coming up with something that would be able to compete with the other winter holidays...

[corvidiocy]

['Christmas' his brain provided. 'New Year's.'

Qrow let out a considering hum as he mulled this over, thinking of the various different kinds of hats that the different holidays could have. There were too many-- and, that was fine.]

Okay, scrap the hat idea. Maybe a vest, or a coat. Anything but a kilt.

[chibisu]

[Seeing the idea get scrapped so immediately has Ebisu laugh a little bit, although not unkindly. He's not that kind of kid.]

It's not easy, is it?

[corvidiocy]

[Such a good kid. Qrow chuckled as well, glad to have at least made the kid smile.]

Most things worth a damn aren't easy, kid. At least, that's what I keep hearing.

[chibisu]

Yeah.... but that makes it more satisfying when you manage to do it. At least, that's what I keep hearing.

[If nothing else, Ebisu seems to be cheerfully enjoying himself and, despite the amount of alcohol in the air, the shinki by him seems to be slowly relaxing as well. Whatever makes the young master happy.]

[corvidiocy]

[And the severe looking man next to the kid shook his head in obvious disapproval when Qrow settled in and pulled out this flask. The alcohol was heavy in the air, but the smile on the his face was nothing but sincere.]

It does, kiddo. It really does.