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

[ofwovenstone]

Once the toothless woman who had had her sights set on him has left to seek out other targets Cassandra turns her attention to the man seated across from her. White-haired, amber-eyed, and terribly striking (handsome, the word is handsome). And looking at her as though he’s wondering why she’d done it. Which only makes sense. She is a stranger, after all.

She exhales softly and gives him a small smile. “My apologies for intruding. But it seemed the best way to try and keep your... ‘admirers’ at bay. They didn’t seem to be getting the hint.” Her gaze shifts to one of the men who had been trying his damndest to proposition her. “And I hoped that it would help keep mine at bay as well.” If she’d had to avoid one more hand trying to touch her without invitation she was going to be driven to punching someone.

[evil_isevil]

Cassandra's plan had worked well enough, redirecting both groups of wooers that were trying so hard to be the ones to leave with them that evening. Geralt's eyes follow her's to the male standing at the bar and who was now pursuing the toothless woman. He can't help but think that they should have found each other first, but perhaps this was fate's doing.

His expression softens in understanding, though there's an uncertainty of where to go from there. Talking isn't his strong suit, yet, Geralt doesn't want to be rude and get up and go like he had been planning to do almost as soon as he arrived. This woman, however, seems to have him momentarily forgetting those plans.

"Seems it's working," he replies, picking up the pitcher of ale to pour another half glass and then taking a large swallow before continuing. "Are you among the recently arrived, too?"

Once again, small talk was not one of his strengths.

[ofwovenstone]

Once Cassandra is sure that it’s worked, and sees that both their admirers have been utterly distracted (and with each other, which would have saved them both a great deal of trouble if they’d just done that from the beginning), she relaxes just a little, truly so, not the air of relaxation she’d been wearing as part of her ploy, settling more comfortably in her chair.

That he’s not leaving immediately is... unexpected, and she finds she’s perhaps a touch more pleased by that fact than she should be.

“For the moment anyway,” she responds with an amused, wry smile. “And I will gladly take the reprieve. However long it lasts.” Sometimes that’s all you can do. She takes a large swallow of her drink before answering his question. “I am, yes.” She’d thought he was similar; perhaps it’s just her having become accustomed to travelling between worlds, or perhaps it’s something about him, but she’d had a feeling. “It seems we’re in the same boat, then.”

Introductions are in order, of course. More so given her ploy. It will be easier to pick up again in the future should they need to if they actually know each other’s names. And they may be here for quite some time. It might be... nice, to have a friend. “I’m Cassandra.”

[evil_isevil]

The expression on his face is one of agreement, eyes quickly darting back towards the two at the bar who seemed to be getting cozier as the seconds wore on. Geralt didn't plan on giving them another look after that, choosing to focus on the drink in front of him and the same-boat company who was now introducing herself.

Not much of a people person, the Witcher was mindful of good manners, more so with someone who is treating him pleasantly like Cassandra is, even if his tone suggests otherwise.

"Geralt," he answers, leaving out where he's from because it doesn't exactly matter if she doesn't know where Rivia is.

There are a few moments of awkward silence and somehow he feels Jaskier is shaking his head in pure utter embarrassment, though the bard could be laughing, too.

[ofwovenstone]

Her evening has vastly improved already, between the company and not having grasping hands and unwelcome propositions hounding her. “It’s a pleasure to meet you, Geralt,” she tells him, and it’s spoken honestly. She means every word of it.

The silence isn’t as awkward as he might think it is; conversation ebbs and flows and when with someone you’ve only just met... well, it happens. And sometimes it’s nice to sit in silence. Although she is curious. “What do you think?” she asks. “Of this place we’ve found ourselves in.”