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Test Drive Meme #1

Welcome to Fernweh's Test Drive Meme! Do you have an interest in joining the game? Need to make sure the setting works for you and your character first? Or have you made the decision to join the game and need fresh samples for your application? Whatever the reason, feel free to use the scenarios however you wish.

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How To Play:

→ Comment with the character you would like to test drive (duplicates are allowed)
→ Choose a scenario or start your own
→ Tag around
→ Have fun!

SCENARIOS

01. Arrival

You have been sitting and staring at the sign above you for some time now, lost in a blur of swirling questions that seems to start with how you ended up there; in a place (and time, maybe) that you know you weren't an hour earlier. Or maybe you're an old hand at this by now and you've figured out that this is simply another stop that the multiverse bus has made. So why not get off and look around a little?

At any rate, the sign points you towards the direction of a place called "Gazin", which looks like a decent-sized town from where you stand. There has to be someone who can explain.

02. Around Town

So, you've settled in. Well, mostly. At least you know where things are without taking too many wrong turns and ending up in the less desirable areas of town. But now you can go about your day. Visit the market, check out the local shops or have a drink with a new friend at one of several inns.

03. Exploring

You've heard people talk about some pretty interesting places and now you're itching to get out and find them. Be careful though, there are creatures and monsters out there that will be pretty interested in meeting you and may wish to have you for its next meal. Better take someone along. And maybe some weapons, too. Make sure one is made of silver.

04. Monsters

So, you managed to find that location you were looking for. Good for you! Only.. it seems you've also found one of the native creatures to the area and you now face to face with it. Um. Good luck! We'll see you when you get back!

Hopefully.

05. Celebration

It won't take long for you to figure out that people of Gazin are, all in all, pretty happy people. It shows, too, when a seemingly quiet evening suddenly bursts into a random, impromptu party to celebrate whatever good fortune has touched a person. Name Days, good harvests, betrothals, weddings, or just life in general.

Sing, dance, drink and be happy, too!

06. Wild Card!

Want something else? Feel free to choose your own adventure or mix and match to create something completely different!

NAVIGATION

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She gets out her pouch, looking at the coins inside, fighting with herself. Needles or a sword...

You are no proper cultivator without a proper weapon but nobody in these lands knows or cares what is proper elsewhere, do they?

She throws the small bag at him, filled with her meager savings, and rattles off the specifications she will need for her needles, the different materials and sizes. And then, finally, "as many as that will get me... and you can take your time." Her lips are pressed together into a thin, bitter line. "I'm not going anywhere."

He eyes the bag of money before he sets it back down within her reach. Keep your money. We'll work something out for payment later." Because he's not taking everything someone else has, at least not from her. Because this isn't their home and as much as he hates her sect, she hasn't done him any personal harm.

But he does make notes on the needles so he can work on the molds and then tucks it into a pocket.

"...Are you here alone?"

She looks at the bag, eyeing it, then him again, torn between sheer necessity and self-respect.

In the end, she chooses to ignore it and the offer that came with it for the moment, turning away from it slightly to focus on his other question.

"Yes," she says curtly, "I'm here alone." She swallows audibly. Her posture straightens, becoming all the more perfect and ladylike, as he might remember her from Gusu, where she had needed so hard to hold on to her composure. "My brother is still imprisoned." A moment of silence. "We paid a high price for saving you. Higher than you can ever repay."

"....Is Wen Chao still alive?" Because if he's imprisoned, they're from different points in time given the last thing he'd heard about Wen Ning was that he was with Wei Wuxian along with the other remnants of the Wen Clan.

Not that he's going to bring that up, yet, but he can at least find out what she does know.

There's a spiteful part of her that wants to blurt out I hope not and at any other point of time, she might have trusted him enough to let down her walls enough to do so. But these long weeks in the dungeon, cradling her bleeding brother to her, still linger fresh in her mind, and today, trust is a currency too dear.

"As far as I know, he is." She takes to pacing, small and measured steps, still the perfect lady. "QishanWen doesn't give free access of information to the dungeons."

Yet she wants to believe that if Wen Chao is dead, someone would take mercy on Ah Ning and her, that it is only fear of them which makes everyone keep them imprisoned.

He's quiet for a moment before turning to pull the tool out of the fire, his gaze drifting back to her before he speaks again.

"The Wen sect had already fallen by the time I arrived here. You...We found you in that dungeon and set you free before we even stepped foot into Nevernight." Not that he was going to detail everything but it might be enough for her to know she does get her freedom.

For a while.

The Wen sect had fallen...

He says it so casually as if it's a footnote to him but Wen Qing stands still, her belly full of icy dread. They have lost the war. The war they started and fought with nothing short of unnecessary cruelty. She takes a deep breath. Retribution will be terrible.

"Then it is even more urgent that I go back. I must protect Ah Ning and what remains of my family in the days to come."

"The last I saw of you, that was your intent as well. I assume you did find them after we parted ways." Jiang Cheng turned back to his work.

"...Things were returning to normal before I arrived here."

"That is good to hear," she says cautiously, hoping this means the thirst for vengeance faded quickly.

She looks down at her hands before looking towards him again. It's hard to believe now that seeing him and their little chats used to be the highlight of her days in Gusu. After all that bloodshed...

"I owe you thanks. For releasing me." Which feels strange, thanking someone for something they haven't done yet. But she would have never liked him if she doubted his honor, he wouldn't lie.

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"You don't owe me anything, Wen guniang. You helped us when we were running and paid the price for it." He pauses, gaze drifting back to her face."

If you need anything here that I can help with, you can ask." He offers, shifting his weight slightly.

"...I had offered you the same thing the last time we spoke although you never collected on it."

Oh. There it is. She feels herself softening a little, in spite of herself. He has always been so painfully earnest with her.

"Thank you," she says just as earnestly. Not that she's planning to collect. She doesn't want the scales of obligation to tip and find herself in debt to someone who has every reason to hate her. "A familiar face could become a comfort."

If he doesn't turn the town against her. But bringing that up right after his promise is impossible.

Granted, if he'd had a choice in companion in the city, she might not have been his first option, but she wasn't someone he'd seek to hurt on sight either. Given the fact that she was also the only familiar face he'd encountered since arrival, it made things far simpler. What had happened before wasn't the path he would have chosen but in a place like this, something familiar was a welcome sight.

"That was my thought as well." He responded after a moment, moving toward her.

"When I'm done for the day, would you consider joining me for a meal? We could discuss how to proceed if you would be willing to spend a little more time with me."

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And as she wends her way into the more dangerous areas, she might find a tall, older, and yet quite fit man who walks with a staff shining.

"Pardon me, miss, but do you head outward?" He waves a hand toward the woods, his voice warm and rich.

She halts and sizes up the man, taking in his physique and the staff he carries, trying to figure out how much of a threat he may be if he turns out to be one. It never hurts to be prepared.

"I do," she agrees, letting her eyes stray to the road ahead of her again. "I arrived only recently and I'm trying to learn as much as I can about this area."

This time when he approaches, she doesn't back away, just regards him with some curiosity, for as far as she can see their business is concluded.

At his offer, surprise shows openly in her face, brows arching. He must truly be from after the war, to be so changed.

"I wouldn't be averse to it," she says. Beyond doubt, it would be smarter to quit while she is ahead. Is there even anything to talk about that isn't a touchy topic of some sort or another? Her lips curl a little bit, head ducking. "I promise I'll be less... competitive than the last time we met in an inn."

"Given the situation we're in, and what you've done for my family in the past, it makes sense to find a common ground until we have a better idea of how to find a way to return home. You have your family to look for and I..." He had Wei Wuxian to deal with and that more than anything is something he's not looking forward to.

"We'll see if you can keep that promise." There's the faintest hint of a smile before he gestures to the bag.

"Take it back. You'll need that for your own supplies."

"I feel much the same. Will you allow this simple traveler to walk with you? It is perhaps true that there is greater safety in numbers."

He waits for her answer, coming no closer, and simply grins at her. Merlin is an odd man, and has a lot of patience.

She eyes the money pouch again. "I don't like owing people," she admits bluntly. "You give me your craft and your time, you deserve to earn your pay for it." She sighs, reluctantly picking up the bag. Fact is, she does need the money. "We will discuss this tonight. I insist you at least let me compensate you for the materials you need."

Still weighing the money bag in her hand, she sizes him up again. He is trying, this is him really trying. Maybe it's time she does the same.

"We could meet in the town's tavern. But the stew is disgusting and I'm still not sure it isn't some clever sort of slow-acting poison." Another moment of hesitation, a wide-eyed look. "Or I could cook."

"You'll pay me back if I ever need your services as a healer." Because he knows her skill level and everything else aside, she knows how to handle the kind of damage he'd be likely to take in a fight. And at least he knows she's versed in her own arts, which is more than he can say for the locals.

The suggestion of her cooking has him looking at her again, his expression flickering into a smile. "I can't argue that the food here leaves much to be desired, but if you'd rather cook, that could be payment for the needles." And food from home or something approaching that would be welcome.

"I could try to catch some fish."

She can't help herself, smiling a little in response to his smile. She averts her eyes, focusing on smoothing out the coarse dress she wears.

"Then it is decided," she says, voice growing firm again now that the decision is made. "Come to the apothecary tonight, I work there and have a room above the shop." Whether she actually invites him into her room is something she will still have to debate once it has sunk in she is doing this. It could send quite the wrong message, for sure. "And if you would bring fish, I would very much appreciate it." She thinks for a moment, rephrasing somewhat gentler, "I would like that, Jiang-zongzhu."

It's a very polite question and she can sense no threat, so after a moment she nods, her face still solemn in the face of his smile.

"I would enjoy your company, and the safety in numbers it provides." She feels for the small pouch at her belt, which holds her fighting needles. "How do you fight? Is the staff a weapon? You don't seem like a man who needs a walking stick."

The smile has his own widening in a way he hasn't smiled in a while, not with everything that's been happening. "I'll bring fish then and meet you there around nightfall, then Wen-guniang."

Which gives him time to fish, clean up and make a proper appearance for the meal.

"I look forward to it."

Merlin nods at her answer, and approaches, moving so he is even with her, and thus taking one half of the road to view, one half of the risk of the unknown. As she speaks, he smiles.

"I do use the staff, yes, but ion addition, I fight with hands, and with a few tricks I know."

He taps the staff on the ground, and the runes previously invisible light up a little, glowing with a soft blue light for a moment before fading.

Yes, victory is hers. Molly is plainly and clearly struck dumb by Beau's simple presence, more so than Beau is by Molly's aliveness. It doesn't matter that he recovers so quickly. It doesn't matter that she doesn't know exactly what is going through Molly's mind with that look. They both know she wins this round. (He better know; he better acknowledge it later when she gives him shit.)

There's a momentary flash of smugness in her eyes, but she lets it fade away as they continue to play this game. It's familiar and comforting in its way, but still strange. Weird. It's been ages.

"You, I think," she counters. "I mean, I'm not complaining, yet, but what is it about you and not staying dead?"

Thor, too, found this world strange. He had travelled to Midgard more than once and had seen such wonders in the universe he had never known before but other than his exile, he's never been someone he cannot truly leave. He'd tried, of course, but summoning a way back to Asgard or any other realm had not come to him. He was well and truly stuck here in this place in spite of all efforts not to be and it frustrated him.

Therefore, there was no option left to him other than to get a drink and once he realizes there's another man about to enter the tavern at nearly the same time, he tips his head toward him. "Shall we drown our sorrows and frustrations in ale, then, and hope tomorrow provides us new answers?"

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