Test Drive #34

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TEST DRIVE # 34



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.



Jingle Jeans
The fresh new spring fashion trend is accessorized denim. Super-accessorized! Bells, chains, beads, zippers, belts and more drip from every inch of this season's hot styles, and the stores need someone to model their new stock -- and bring in the buyers. It's your job to convince the fashion-savvy residents of Tokyo that these new jeans are exactly what their wardrobe needs, without getting your five chain belts tangled.


Kitty Kibble
A huge, panther-shaped ayakashi is haunting the streets of Asakusa, and the pigeons at the local pigeon shrine have disappeared! Take care of this feline predator so the surviving sacred birds won't end up as dinner on the wing.


Lagging Laundry
The residents of an Ikebukuro high-rise have an unusual problem: no matter how sunny the day or how long it's been hanging, their laundry just won't dry! Do they have a moist microclimate? An ayakashi of mold and despair? Or do they just need someone to get all that wet laundry to the nearest laundromat with a dryer until the weather warms up?


Melon Mania
A gardener in Ueno has planted a brand-new strain of muskmelon in his window boxes, and this plant is going wild! Vines have taken over the exterior of his apartment building, and beach-ball-sized fruit are popping up all over. He needs help bringing in the harvest… but his neighbors are begging for this plant to wind up in the compost heap so their lives can go back to normal. Whose side will you take?


Nice & Neat
A community art project is being hosted at the Tokyo Art Museum! Jigsaw-shaped pieces of wood about the size of a hand have been handed out to artists and crafters throughout Japan, and the pieces have just been shipped back. Now, they have to be assembled into one giant jigsaw puzzle for display. There's just one problem: someone forgot to number the pieces before they were shipped! Now they've got a 20,000 piece puzzle whose pieces don't match, and it has to be finished this weekend for the grand opening. Help!



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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Irisviel von Einzbern | Fate/Zero | Shinki

[holygrailed]

Text Adventure
A crepe shop opened up!!!
Want to go?

[Accompanying the text message is a slightly blurry photo of a crepe stand with a significant crowd in front of it. There's also a finger slightly covering the bottom of the photo. Did the message recieve the intended recipient? Mistext? You decide!]

Jingle Jeans
[Irisviel's eyes are wide as she stares at the mannequin, giggling as she reaches out and runs her hand across the string of bells dangling off the belt. The overall look is a little bit busy, but how exciting all the same! She looks to her companion - her god? A fellow shinki? A friend? Someone dragged in for their opinion? - and smiles beautifully.]

What do you think?

Get in the Car!
[Perhaps getting in the car was a mistake. It's not that Irisviel is a bad driver, but her propensity toward speed and disregard of all traffic laws and signage makes her reckless. Thankfully, the roads she's currently driving on are empty, slightly winding roads in the countryside.]

The trains are very nice, but I see why people like driving! How close are we to our desti--oh! Hold on!

[The tires screech as she hits a hard curve, not quite drifting the car, but thankfully not rolling it either.]

Get in the Car!

[frenchfried]

[ it was absolutely a mistake. ignoring any circumstances that led Avenger here, it is both a wonder that they haven't crashed yet, or that her grip hasn't caved in the dashboard and door handle that she's using to brace herself from flying around the... cabin? caboose? what was this part of an automobile called again? she can't focus on it when her eyes are locked on the road before them and the way it swayed as the vehicle (somehow) managed to stay within the lines. ]

How close we are doesn't matter, just watch the roooooooh God... [ can Shinki throw up? does Irisviel plan to test such a thing? ]

[holygrailed]

[The squeal of laughter Irisviel gives matches the screech of rubber on the road. The car swerves into the wrong lane for a moment and in the process of correcting, Irisviel over-corrects and nearly bumps into the guard rail. It's fine! Everything is fine!

Maybe not for Avenger though.]

I am! Isn't the scenery nice? It's so peaceful out here! Look at the rice fields around us!

[EYES ON THE ROAD NOT ON THE RICE FIELDS IRI]

[frenchfried]

[ now the leather and plastic definitely feel the strain of her strong grasp. Irisviel should be fortunate they have no hearts that can seize up under pressure like this. ]

M-maybe I could enjoy it more if you would slow down! [ if she only knew which pedal is "fast" and which is "less fast" she would just reach over and stomp on it herself but as such she's stuck in her seat by inertia. who needs seatbelts? ]

[holygrailed]

Mm? But we'll get there sooner this way.

[Irisviel is not emotionally heartless though. She releases the gas pedal and nudges on the breaks, thankfully not stomping on it like she did fairly frequently earlier in the drive. The car gradually slows down, the next turn coming much smoother.]

Avenger, are you all right? You look pale? [Beat.] Paler than usual.

Get in the Car!

[faithstaynight]

[Many might call Jeanne d'Arc fearless. In the first life she can no longer remember, she charged at the head of her armies into battle and was the last to leave the field, even in her disastrous final battle. She faced down the corrupted shadow of herself who wanted nothing more than to kill her. She's a brave, stubborn soul, so to see her as pale as a sheet, clutching hard with one hand at her seatbelt and the other at the door handle is... probably kind of amusing.]

T-Th-This certainly is a faster way to travel! [BUT ARE CARS REALLY SUPPOSED TO GO AS FAST AS TRAINS???] But, ah- we should be careful, if there are other people on the road?

[holygrailed]

We're fine! There's no one around!

[The benefit of driving through the countryside is there are generally less people on the roads. This also means with how fast Irisviel is driving, hitting someone would be a true disaster.]

Oh, look! Is that sheep over there?

[There are indeed sheep in a pasture to the right of them, but Irisviel, keep your eyes on the road!]

Get in the Car!

[trustheart]

[Chris doesn't exactly know Irisviel well at all, but they were heading to the same place, and it's too hot for Chris to walk as she's accustomed. But if she'd known about this... she'd have decided to endure the heat. In any case, her eyes are wide and her knuckles are white as she clings to the door and sides of her seat for dear life.] I don't... I don't know how close... AAAAH! [Chris screams, her eyes nearly bugging out as they make the turn.]

[holygrailed]

[Everything is under control! Irisviel has control of the car! She giggles as they settle back on a long stretch of road, yellow signs indicating another upcoming turn and to slow down passing by in a blur.]

Oh well, I'm sure we'll get there soon enough! Thank you for accompanying me, driving is so much fun with company!

[trustheart]

[Chris whines... that flash of yellow tells her there's more trouble for her in the future.]

S-sure... I mean, I don't know you that well, but we've both got business out here, so...

[Stomach, stay strong. Don't get carsick until you're outside the car!]

[holygrailed]

We should get to know each other then! Are you also new here?

[Irisviel looks over and gives a warm, genuine smile, eyes back on the road as the next turn comes up. There's another giggle as she rounds the corner, only veering slightly into the other lane for a few seconds.]

Text Adventure

[futhark]

[ A crepe shop, huh? Who in the world is Irisviel..? Why not head out and check ]

Name the time and I will be there.

[holygrailed]

[Who in the world is Cú Chulainn? Irisviel stares at the unfamiliar name returning, realizing her mistake. Her cheeks redden slightly, but no worry! If they want crepes too, then they're probably fine.]

How about now?

[futhark]

Address? Oh, and should we meet there, or do you wanna me to pick you up?

[ Cuz, he can try and warp to the person on the other side of the phone ]

[holygrailed]

I'm already at the shop.
Let me find the address.

[A minute or two later, there's a semi-blurry photo of a sign on the front window of the shop with the phone number and address.]

Text

[thetopofthefoodchain]

[It doesn't matter that Da Qing doesn't know who this text is from. It is an invitation for food and one he won't turn down.

There sure are a lot of people here though. Da Qing tries to look past the crowd, for a way into the shop as well as his mysterious inviter.] Maybe I should have asked who it was from. [He frowns at his phone.]

[holygrailed]

[Life finds a way to bring people together. Irisviel is admiring the shop, the crowd, everything about the day, sashaying around and not quite watching where she's going. She bumps into Da Qing and startles, almost toppling over.]

Oh! I'm sorry! Are you okay?

[thetopofthefoodchain]

[Da Qing drops his phone when he is bumped into but he is more bothered by trying to catch her as she stumbles.] Are you? I'm not the one almost falling on the ground.

[He's smiling though and bends down to pick up his phone.]

[holygrailed]

I'm fine, don't worry!

[Heels are very fashionable, but it's easy falling while wearing them too. With his help, Irisviel steadies herself and smiles at him, hands clasping together.]

If you can see me, you must be from the Near Shore, right?

Get in the Car!

[towards_okeanos]

[Whatever made Iskandar resign the place at the wheel, for a example the simple fact it's not his car maybe? Not that it ever mattered. Whatever his reasons at that time: that was a splendid idea.
Even if some could call Iri's driving a little too aggressive, her joy is absolutely contagious. Iskandar, of all people, would be last to criticize anybody on their reckless driving. Especially not a lady who is having so much fun.]

Ha! Surely, you know how to drive!

[Whoa! That was a close call! But hey, she didn't loose control over the vehicle so all is fine! The only problem Iskandar has with the machine is that it's so damn small. Why they only make cars for the little people, huh ?! He can barely fit in his seat here.]

[holygrailed]

Thank you! The car handles well too!

[Rubber screeches as she rounds another curve, handling the car with ease and skill, the reckless speed offsetting her skill. It's fast, fun, and everything is fine!]

I'm sorry it's so small for you though, I do wish there was a way to provide more leg room.

[A kei car is a perfectly good vehicle, compact and perfect for getting around and transporting items. The chariot of many a household. But it does run on the small size and there's no denying Iskandar is in cramped quarters even with the seat pushed back as far as it can go.]

[towards_okeanos]

[Iskandar has bigger problem with hitting the roof with his head all the time that he has with aforementioned leg room. He can only hope there would be no permanent damage to the vehicle.]

It does! I'm surprised such a small car can move at such speed!

[hypomeneo]

[... ohgodohgodohgodohgodohgodohgodOHGODOHGODOHGODOHGODOHGODOHGOD!!!!!!!

Waver's teeth clench as he yelps as the car rockets through the turn. Why did he agree to this? What insanity possessed him to agree to this?!]

You mean our deaths!? [Time to see how E ranked Servant strength stacks against this car's interior because Waver has a death grip both on the center console and the door. He's pale and sweating and wanting to be anywhere other than this wreck waiting to happen.] We're approaching that final destination real quick!

[OKAY, THEY'RE ALREADY DEAD. But Waver would like to avoid making that death squared.]

Please, for the love of God, slow down! Befo--

[Honk, honk!!]

LORRY!

[holygrailed]

[Some people believe no one truly has free will but is instead guided by some cruel deity thrilled by the dance of the puppets they control. Certainly nothing like that guided Waver into his present circumstances, he must have come here on his own free will and decision, right?

The car swerves into the proper lane, narrowly avoiding the truck in the other lane. In contrast to her companion, Irisviel is completely calm despite the numerous close calls.]

Death? Oh, don't exaggerate so much! This car has some of the best safety features and is highly regarded! It was voted the safest car last year!

[Her smile might have a hint of smugness around the edges.]

[hypomeneo]

[Waver slams shut his eyes in the face of incoming headlights and begins to mutter frantically to himself. Perhaps it's a prayer of his own or more, more probable, an incantation for a barrier to shield themselves from what seems to be a certain crash.

Then he cracks open one eye. Breathes.]

Comforting. [So reassured. Really. Look--- no don't look at him, keep your eyes on the road, Iri.] When we wrap ourselves around a pole, or something, there will be nothing to fear.

[...]

You sure this thing has enough petrol to make it? [All this driving like a demon burns the gas, you know.] The place is in the middle of the sticks, and you've already used two thirds of the tank.