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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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It's OK, he's only got about five

[switchly]

"Hello." He says, in a voice a little scratched up from a ravaged throat. And since Your singing was beautiful and the fine silver dust and early evening sunlight made you look so ethereal I wasn't sure if i'd just been given another dose of painkillers is the kind of thing a creepy weirdo would say (and he's only the latter), Liir follows up with: "Do you want help?" Pause. "And what...does the song mean?" He regretted making her self conscious with that second question but he had to know.

[economically]

It doesn't make her self-conscious, but rather excited - she's not overeager to share, but since she asked she more than happily will do it. Only after instructing him to take the vacuumer and clean under the things that she is lifting up for him, though.

But when that is said, she continues: "And about the song, the first verses are about a band of men who travel the seas and fight many battles, raiding rich villages, pillaging and finally bringing home very fine booty. It's a bit like a Hollywood movie, just without the love story." Okay, much more graphic and detailed, which a translation would reveal, but the description still stands, inaccurate as it is.

[switchly]

Liir takes the long arm of the vacuum with one hand. With the other, he concentrates, and long feathers grow over his forearm, making a good block to keep dust from escaping.

"A...saga then? Something traditional?" A person connected to their heritage, he thinks, adrift, stateless.

[economically]

"Yeah, though it is a modern re-imagination - language changes and nobody knows anymore what the original way of canting was, things like that." She shrugs, though only lightly to not make the bed that she is currently holding up move and if worst came to worst slip from her fingers and crash down. "You'd have to ask old fool Leif about those things. Though with him you never know where truth ends and fiction starts, and the other way round.

Why are you asking?"

[switchly]

"I'm just curious. It gets boring in the infirmary." He says. Whatever tales his 'siblings' had gotten told them before sleep, he'd been excluded from. Perhaps to make up for that, he found that kind of thing fascinating.

Liir might be thin but he's mroe than strong enough to hold up some furniture. However as she's moving it, some of the dust moves as well and settles on his hand.

Abruptly he can see the accident that led to it being everywhere and there's a sound of halted breath as he stops himself from laughing.

[economically]

She raises her head and looks at him, one eyebrow raised, head slightly cocked. What was that amused reaction for? Or at least she assumes that it was that.

[switchly]

He tries to look serious, and succeeds in plastering his normal, lineface expression back on.

"Ah, how did this happen?"