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( the test drive meme )

This is for anyone wanting to test out their characters in the setting before the applications open, see what clicks. Multiples will be allowed for this post, and you can generally assume any threads are a self-contained continuity unless you feel like getting creative.

Just post a thread with your CHARACTER NAME and CANON NAME in the title with a prompt and others will reply. Prompts and threads can be action spam or prose or whatever. These threads can be used on the sample section of your application, as well. Go out and have fun! Feel free to consult the institute tour and dorm guide for setting info. We also encourage you to check out the "!!event" tag on the IC comms to brush up on the story so far.

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[osmanthian]

...Oh.

[Well, she does know that word at least. Its a book. She could do that.]

[osmanthian]

The city. I lived in the city.

[impersonal_space]

Nothing and no one remarkable or unremarkable. Some complain I move along too swiftly. [ It hurts, not having a sense of progression with this stuff. ]

Archer - Fate/stay night

[drownyourideals]

[A - Network: Video]
Alright, out with it. Which one of you keeps sticking gum to the bathroom ceiling? It's not as much work to fix as a blown up classroom, but at least I can accept something like that is an accident. You'd have to be willfully doing something like this.

[S'up, it's the janitor. He's doing a pretty good job of looking exasperated and resigned all at once, because seriously? Does someone really think it's that funny to make his job harder?]

[Sigh.]

I know a janitor can't exactly do as much to make your life a living hell as a teacher can, but I wouldn't underestimate me because of it. [If nothing else, he helps in the kitchen sometimes. Who knows what might happen to your food?] But, who knows? Maybe I'll be merciful if you turn yourself in now. If it keeps happening and I catch you...

[He trails off and shrugs. He'll figure something out.]


[B - Prose]
Archer is, for all his sarcastic quips and general cynicism, a hard worker. Mop the floors. Put a couple of chairs back together after some power-related mishap in one of the classrooms. Oh, and the groundskeeper needs help? Okay, sure, it's not like he has anything better to do right now. And that's just before lunch.

But now it is lunchtime, and goddammit, he is going to enjoy his break. No one is going to bug him about how this-or-that suddenly came up and he needs to take care of it. None of the students are going to give him a hard time just because, as near as he can tell, they can. And no one—no one—is going to wheedle some of the lunch he has prepared for himself out of his hands (and into their mouth, presumably).

...Hahaha, yeah right. He isn't actually that optimistic, but maybe he'll be proven wrong for once. In any case, he'll at least try to enjoy his break while it lasts—outside, where it's quiet.

A and I'm just trolling/helping you get samples

[puppy_lancer]

[Hi, sup. It's the other janitor who won't stop slacking off.]

What flavor was it? Because if it's pineapple, then it's probably me.

w h y

[drownyourideals]

[...You know, calling Lancer his nemesis is probably overstating things, but times like this make it really tempting. He does more harm than good, that's for sure. Just... Just give him a few seconds to figure out how to respond everything wrong with what Lancer just said.]

[... ... ...]

Why would you be leaving it on the ceiling? And— No, even putting that aside, why would I have checked what flavor it is?

Re: w h y

[puppy_lancer]

Well, I couldn't stick it on the walls or on the floor, because then I'd have to clean it off before someone comes checking. Second, you don't need to put it in your mouth to check the flavor. Just look at the color and then sniff it.

[There, perfect logic.]

[drownyourideals]

[slowly...unfolds...arms...]

...You are aware of what you're being paid to do, aren't you? If you're going to make more work for us, at least have the decency to clean it up yourself.

[He was going to say that he didn't think to care what flavor of gum it was, but that's probably the least important issue here.]

[puppy_lancer]

I do. Sometimes. When it's my shift.

[And then he puts more gum there next shift.]

Besides, if it's not pineapple, it's not mine. So you clean it because it's you shift.

text

[princesspowerful]

uhuh we dfeated the bad guy then ppl came n took us cuz were kids n the lady found out i was a mutant and took me from my friends n made me come here n i wanna go home

video;

[valleycat]

Oh my god, you too? It's like oh you're Jewish well here's some gelt, uh hello there is so much more to Hanukkah. I'm totally waiting for the first person to give me a dreidel and like ask what all the symbols mean.

[princesstenko]

"Consider it a gift from Inari herself," the fox giggled, settling in beside the other woman, tails fanning out a bit before curling back around for warmth. She let out a long sigh, taking in the sight of the night sky. Beautiful...

"I think I've given up on telling you what a nasty habit that is."

[princesstenko]

Well... -A defeated sigh.-

Regardless, I'll see you in class, Katt-san.

[everyone_wants_to_be_a]

When you catch me!!

[princesstenko]

Well. Of all the people to come bug him, he could have drawn worse. A familiar whoosh of flame, and so appeared the local foxy math teacher. Literally foxy. And she seemed to be in the mood to share, snatching up a bit of his food with a quick stab of a chopstick, happily chewing on it by the time he would realize what happened.

"Not feeling social today, Archer-san?"

[princesstenko]

Well whoever taught you that was acceptable public language was very VERY wrong.

[princesstenko]

That's not the difficult part.

[princesstenko]

Sounds familiar. I'm pretty sure I whined a lot, too.

[osmanthian]

Wrong...?! What is wrong about it?

[hipsterbane]

"First time a god's ever given me anything they didn't want interest on..." She said under her breath, almost inaudibly.

"Aww, c'mon..." She stubbed out her hand-rolled anyway. "These are pure American Spirits...which is weird I guess, neither of us are American. I think." She had, of course, no way to be certain. And so frequently the motherer of all her lost boys and girls, she was unused to anyone else showing even momentary concern for her, accounting for her momentarily losing her smoothness.

Later!

[osmanthian]

Kakyuu doesn't even bother with the machinery. She uses the knife, mallet and awl to carve a relief picture. Her time spent in the temple had allowed her to see how palm reliefs were made by the priests and their carvers, so she was attempting her own. It is supposed to be what her people called wiawe lōklōk. The prickly green skink.

...It looks like a giant rectangle with an antennae sticking out of it towards an imperfect circle. The script she tried to put on the bottom is lopsided and not at all at even height, like it was on the temple floors. She frowned. That didn't look right at all.

[princesstenko]

It's a foul term. Especially unfit for young women such as yourself.

[princesstenko]

"So it's a fancier way of dirtying up your mouth, then? Well, I suppose there's no accounting for taste." A barb, but a well-meaning one, if Ran's expression was any indication. "I suppose I should ask how things are going with your students so far. Any interesting projects?"

[prose]

[vaudevil]

Like Archer, Lee had enough of being stuck inside doing the technical work. It was what he was best at and he didn't mind working alone. The problem was he couldn't be around any of the students so lunchtime was pretty much an endeavor to find that space without being around them.

He had his bento prepared for him by his housekeeper, Combot was following closely behind. He kept his dog Caesar at home with the housekeeper now since it was pretty clear that he wouldn't be able to keep the dog away from the students as social as the bulldog was.

He picked a place that was close by but not too close to cause any discomfort and sat at the bench. The chilly weather was fitting for his distant behavior as he unpacked his lunch. He glanced at the new janitor.

"They can grate on your nerves after a while."

He used to love to teach but now he can't find it in him to continue without any discomfort and uneasiness between himself and the students. It was almost depressing just being this close. He slid open the box and grimaced.

"I specifically asked for no ham. Nobody listens to simple instructions any more." The technician sighed.

[everyone_wants_to_be_a]

Nuh-uh!