Test Drive Meme #1

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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.

You know what to do! If you don’t, just follow the instructions.

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

Comments

[fangoffenharel]

“Oh, they will. Have fun with that.” If they ever leave this place, anyway. (Not that Aella is in much of a fucking hurry for that.) “They’ve dealt with the elves and the wolves in Brecilian Forest, though, I’m assuming. The demon possessing a kid in Redcliffe?”

She turns with Morrigan as she walks around her, because like hell she’s going to let the stranger wearing her friend’s face behind her. She’s been stabbed in it enough for one year, thank you.

“From where I stand you’re the one from a twisted mirror image,” she retorts, before turning the tables. “Did you know your mother can turn into a dragon? That was quite the fucking surprise. Or maybe she IS a dragon. I don’t know. Didn’t really have time to ask her any questions about it.”

[bogwitched]

The undisguised display of distrust is noted and in a strange way, Morrigan even appreciates it. Aella Tabris won't turn her back on someone she doesn't know. That's real and honest, no games to it... and with the discovery she had made right before ending up in Gazin, she really doesn't think she can handle anymore games.

She narrows her teeth at the mention of Flemeth, and a dragon Flemethn at that, and swallows hard. She stops her attempts to circle Aella and just looks at her. "So then you have done it," she says, her voice flat, "you have gone and fought her. For... me." Her mirror self, the one Tabris would rather have here.

But she's done it, has done for Morrigan what she sees as a lost cause with her own Warden.

[fangoffenharel]

Aella doesn’t have the energy for games. Oh, she can play them, and can play them damn well; has fucking had to in her frantic dash around Ferelden to try and stop the Blight. But she doesn’t like it, and won’t if she has any fucking say in the matter. She much prefers shit to be straightforward. Fights are so much more simple.

She closes her eyes and just, exhales tiredly, before looking at Morrigan. “Murdered the woman who saved my life to protect you? Yeah. I did.” She’d asked it of her and Aella’d fucking done it. Had turned down Flemeth’s deal and fought her. Killed her. “She offered me an alternative, you know. Take the grimoire and some robes and let her live. And I didn’t fucking take it.”

Because Morrigan is her friend, and she couldn’t dare risk the chance that Flemeth would use that second chance to hurt her.

[bogwitched]

Her eyes widen momentarily before she looks away altogether, her expression glum, shoulders hunched.

"Then there is no way I can count on my Warden to do the same," is all she says. For even if Surana won't refuse her request outright, there is no way she can resist the opportunity of a loophole, of some clever bargain.

But this Warden had refused and Morrigan scrutinizes her all over again, once more trying to take the measure of her when that is something you really only can do once you are on the road. Words tell you little about people, it takes actions to see. But words are all she has for now.

"Why did you not take it? You could have returned and told me you had killed her."

[fangoffenharel]

Well THAT just stabs Aella right in the heart. What sort of woman was this Morrigan’s Warden to fold so easily when confronted with a fucking loophole? (She kind of hates her, not going to lie. This Surana. You don’t fucking do that.)

She bears her scrutiny without blinking; she supposes she’d do the same if she was having to deal with this shit. So she just looks back at her, watchful. Thoughtful. Until Morrigan’s question, anyway.

“Because it was fucking WRONG!” Her answer is immediate and just a touch on the vehement side. “If I did that, if I took that deal and she came back and used that second chance to hurt you? To take your body for her own vessel? I would never have forgiven myself. I couldn’t take that chance. No matter how much I fucking owed her for saving my life. You’re my friend.”

[bogwitched]

She just stares at the sudden outburst, just for once all out of sarcastic responses and blithe jabs. That is real. Real caring. For a mere stranger wearing a familiar face even. What an odd woman this Aella Tabris is. Odd, yet remarkable.

And then she goes even farther, calling Morrigan her friend and if she weren't already speechless that would certainly do it. How do you even react to someone telling you they are your friend? She's never been in the situation before, and sarcasm doesn't seem to be right response just this once.

"Your Morrigan is a lucky woman," is what she finally settles on. She regards Tabris cautiously still not quite certain how to react. It's disquieting to be talking to someone who knows you well while you don't know anything about them at all. "Loyalty like yours is rare." She lets a heartbeat pass. "How did she earn it?"

[fangoffenharel]

Aella is surprised that Morrigan’s surprised. Surprised that she surprised her. (And isn’t that a fucking mouthful.) If the way she’s being stared at is any indication, anyway. It’s what she deserves for her outburst, probably.

“I don’t know. You just did.” Fuck, this was going to get annoying. “She just did. We’ve fought together. Bled together. Nearly died together. You’re helping me save the fucking world, after all.” And you didn’t leave. You stayed. Alistair left and you didn’t. The thought goes unsaid because she’s said too damn much already. “Somewhere along the way... we became friends.” Now she can’t imagine doing this shit without her.

And even knowing that this isn’t her Morrigan, this isn’t the Morrigan she knows, the Morrigan who gives a damn about her... it doesn’t change the fact that she does. She cares a whole fucking lot for Morrigan, the Witch of the Wilds.

[bogwitched]

You... She... That is indeed going to get confusing and annoying, but Morrigan finds herself not being all too bothered by the mix-up. It's rare enough for a stranger to trust her more for knowing who she is.

Morrigan looks pensive at being called a friend, weight shifting from one leg to the other. "I don't remember the friendship you had with that other Morrigan," she says, still looking thoughtful, "but you seem like someone I wouldn't mind fighting side by side with." She arches a brow at her, faintly amused. "I'd say saving the world may just make you someone worth bothering with."

More like, this is a woman who must have already learned everything there is to know about Morrigan... and she still wants to be her friend.