farsickooc | 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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There had been plenty of times when Ygritte could have died but didn't and once when she actually did. His face is the first thing the Wildling remembers when she comes to in the tall grass under the sign sticking out of the ground with the name of a place that isn't at all familiar to her. After sitting up and pulling away the leathers to see a healed mark on her skin where there was once an arrow, memories of the battle began to come back.

That was three days ago.

No one had been able to explain what had happened. None of the locations people told her were anywhere she had ever heard of. And any other question was simply shrugged at. So, Ygritte, now dressed in more common clothing to that of her surroundings, is meandering around the town, learning what she can and slowly getting used to people looking at her because her hair, now seemingly more red than ever, catches their attention.

But, in this case, it's her that notices Jon first and all she can do is stand there and stare.

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He doesn't have eyes in the back of his head, but he doesn't have to to know that he's being stared at. Maybe it's instinct from so much time on the battlefield, or a survival tactic after being stabbed by his men. Or maybe it's some sort of connection that still exists between them.

He doesn't have his fur-trimmed cloak; he hadn't been wearing it when he arrived. Armor is not comfortable for everyday wear, so he's left that at home. He's wearing some clothes he got in town, and still has his sword at his waist.

And when he turns to see who's giving him the feeling of being stared at, all he can do is find himself staring in return at a face he'd never expected to see again.

The man didn't look the same as Ygritte remembers or he did but only enough for her to recognize his face. The way he turns, the look in his eyes when he finally notices her is the same as it was back at Castle Black. She didn't want it to be him and had to blink several times to make sure it was before forcing back the feelings of anger and resentment over betraying her. Then there was the grief of never knowing what could have been if he didn't.

Ygritte watches him, frozen where she is for a long moment before her feet beginning carrying her forward; his face looking much the same way as it did when her arrow was trained on him. She has no weapon now, no dagger or bow, both left behind at the Wall. Likely stolen.

Slowing to a stop some feet away, the Wildling stares into his eyes.

"Why do you look so different?" she asks slowly, her accent still as thick as it was back then. Jon's answer will tell her with certainty whether it's really him or simply someone who looks exactly like him.

He hasn't paid much attention to his own appearance over the years; mirrors and other reflective surfaces are scarce at Castle Black, and he never felt a need to pay much attention to it otherwise. It was enough to know that he looks like a Stark. But it's not a surprise to him to hear that his appearance has changed over the years.

Hers hasn't, of course. She looks like she did the last time he saw her, and clearly she hasn't been able to move on from it like he has.

"It's been..." Even before he says it, he knows it's not a good explanation. "Much has happened since Castle Black."

For her, it's only been days. For her, the pain in her chest is still there, even despite the wound completely healed. That's magic she can't explain and no one else seems to be able to either. Him? Ygritte remembers the bird attacking him the day Jon betrayed her and the rest of the Wildlings and the scar it left behind. But his face is older, hair longer even though it's pulled back. His eyes look tired.

So many feelings sweep through her, words that somehow seem like a dream now still echo through her head.

You're mine, as I am yours. If we die, we die. But first, we'll live.

In an effort to chase the words away, Ygritte looks down, brow pinching deeply to try and chase back the intense desire to strike him for all that he's done to her and the Free Folk. Yet, he seems to want to tell her something. Or maybe that's her own fool's wish. Maybe he wants to hurt her again.

"Yeah, I guess there would be," she answers, nodding. "You were right, weren't ya. We lost, just like you said we would. An' after that? You go back to your castles an' your towers?"

Just because he had done those things doesn't mean they had been easy. It had been a simple plan at first, get some information the Watch could use in their defense of Castle Black, or even confirm that an attack was coming, or (which had been too much to hope for) find a way to stop the attack before it happened. That had been the plan. He hadn't counted on her upending it like she did. Even as he wanted to stay, he knew he couldn't.

"It took a bigger army than yours to defeat Castle Black." He'd come here from the midst of dealing with that threat, and he'll be on edge until he knows what came of it.

"The castles and the towers aren't the same anymore."

Test Drive Meme #1

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