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The Xavier Institute Mod Journal ([personal profile] uncanny_xmods) wrote in [community profile] institutesamples2013-02-03 03:07 pm
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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.
economically: (They have a slave too)

Ylva Thorsdóttir | Vinland Saga

[personal profile] economically 2013-02-03 11:23 pm (UTC)(link)
The door to the hallway is open while Ylva is cleaning the room, lifting up furniture with one hand to reach under it with the vacuumer with the other. A little project for chemistry went over board just a bit and left a fine film of silver on everything. Wonderful. She's singing what she works, and for those not familiar with Icelandic it will sound beautiful. For those who understand the language it will be clear that the words tell a story of war and bloodshed, some re-imagined Viking tale.
markedviolin: (♪ 01)

Marie | Rhythm Thief

[personal profile] markedviolin 2013-02-03 11:46 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Network ]
[Marie's become a pretty frequent user of the network in the very short time she's been here, and today as she pops up on video, it's with the biggest smile on her face.]

Good morning, everyone! I was just wondering, what plans do you all have for Valentine's Day? It'll be here quicker than you expect, after all!

[ Action ]
[Getting settled into a new room is difficult. Marie's been moving things about in her new room but... she's just given up at this point. She's taking a break for the time being. Anyone wandering the third floor of the girl's dorms will hear violin music coming from one of the rooms. The door's open... so maybe it wouldn't hurt to take a peek?]
switchly: (soaw2)

Liir Thropp | The Wicked Years

[personal profile] switchly 2013-02-03 11:56 pm (UTC)(link)
1: The new boy came in a right mess. Cornered by pursuers, they say, he'd flung himself off a building to the bricks below rather than be taken alive. Or perhaps he'd been pushed. Anyway, thin and pale, he's as much scarecrow as teenager. Only a last minute transformation to imitate the physiology of a cat he'd seen on the way down had saved him from a messy, if dramatic death. He's sitting up now, awake in the infirmary. Tufts of catlike fur still mingle with his wavy black hair. His eyes are still slitted, ears still a little pointed. He has the wary, resigned look of an old stray too.

2: Liir hadn't counted on his secondary mutation manifesting so suddenly. Whatever he touched, deliberately or accidentally, just showed a vision of its history to him and he blushes a bright green, trying to conceal what he just saw. Was it the blanket you made love on? The photo of someone you cared for? The plate you threw in a rage then shamefacedly glued together? Whatever it was, he didn't mean to, but now he knows.

[Whether your character knows that's his secondary mutation or not is up to you, as are the circumstances which caused him to touch the object.]

3: It's been time enough to heal for him and now he's taken to the gym to resume certain habits he developed in JROTC. First he can be found at the heavy bag, hitting it over and over again: double leg takedown, jab-cross, thai roundhouse, the outer sweep. Then to the weights. For all, he mouths the number of each rep silently.
moimin_papa: (<3)

[personal profile] moimin_papa 2013-02-04 11:28 am (UTC)(link)
Timo leans on the door, listening. He knows the language, if not the words, but he can still enjoy the song. When there's a break in it, he'll step forward, forgetting that she probably didn't hear him approach over the hoover. "Is that Icelandic?" He asks, smiling.
economically: (stop mourning or you'll get hungry)

sorry for the two rotating icons I will get more once I have my laptop back

[personal profile] economically 2013-02-04 05:22 pm (UTC)(link)
The look that she gives him is caught somewhere between skeptic and surprised, but then she nods. "Yeah. I wouldn't have thought that an American would recognize it." Implied is that she doesn't expect Timo to understand - implied is also that she cannot tell one English accent from the other yet. Her skills with the language are mostly from English class, occasional movies (she's rarely had the time to just sit down and watch them, and her town has no cinema so that was never something to do with friends, either) and some foreigners from all over the world that sometimes spoke worse English than her. So she can answer without problems, but intricacies of accent or slang will be lost on her.

"...You're pretty short for a guy, you know?" It's a practical assessment - she would have asked him to hold a few things up for her, but he's hardly tall enough for that.
moimin_papa: (Derp)

[personal profile] moimin_papa 2013-02-04 05:31 pm (UTC)(link)
"I'm Finnish." Oh, come on now, he knows that his accent isn't that good. Not that he would be necessarily able to pin her down that easily if he hadn't heard her singing, but at least he would have known that she wasn't American!

"And I'll probably grow while I'm here! Mom says she grew when she was my age." ...Although she's pretty short so many he shouldn't hope too much.
switchly: (soaw2)

[personal profile] switchly 2013-02-04 05:31 pm (UTC)(link)
Poor Liir is a sucker for music. He doesn't understand the words, but the lilting melody tugs him up from his infirmary bed towards the source. There he can see a beautiful (girl? boy?) fellow teenager singing while they sweep, covered in a fine dust of silver that dances in the late afternoon light.

So, like an idiot, he's staring there, still wearing his infirmary gown (though over his regular clothes, as he'd stubbornly insisted). And when he's noticed, he'll blush a bright green.
economically: (stop mourning or you'll get hungry)

[personal profile] economically 2013-02-04 05:58 pm (UTC)(link)
"Finnish or just Finnish American?" She's already met her first cases of people like that. 'Hey, you're Icelandic, that is cool! I'm Icelandic too my grandfather's dad was from there' - she really has no sense for that. Americans are weird anyway, and so very impractical - yeah, someone has a strong case of culture shock (it being her first time abroad, that is not particularely suprising). And has no patience for it, being on edge with the new situation and the worry about leaving her mother back home. She always wanted to become a hero and travel around, but being in an unfamiliar enviroment where she knows nobody is more stressful than she expected, and she also never dreamed of going on adventures while her mother sits sick at home...

There are a lot of factors playing into all of this that make her even brasher than she would normally be.

And that comment about still growing gains Timo raised eyebrows and then a shrug. "Boys can still grow quite lately, I guess." And at that she halts for just a split moment, wondering how tall her brother would be now if he was still alive. Their father was very tall, after all, and their mother not short, either... But then the moment is over and she shrugs and gets back to work. It took her a while to let go and leave room for mourning in herself, and even then it was only the bare minimum. She's still eager to push it aside.
economically: (They have a slave too)

sorry for the two rotating icons, I'll get more once my laptop is back form repairs.

[personal profile] economically 2013-02-04 06:02 pm (UTC)(link)
For a few moments, Ylva will just stand there, still and staring. Sure, she knew that there would be other mutants here, that is kind of the point of this school, but she did not expect there to be... Well. People who didn't look human. Or she expected it but when she sees the green upon his cheeks she realizes that she wasn't prepared for it.

"Hello." The surprise shows in her eyes, though she isn't staring too openly.
moimin_papa: (Eager)

[personal profile] moimin_papa 2013-02-04 06:04 pm (UTC)(link)
"Finnish! Honestly, don't count me in as one of them, I wouldn't say it if I wasn't." He flicks languages easily, one hand on his hip now, but then changes back to English. "There's a few international people here. I suppose that's not too surprising... Ah, but you should meet Ari and Sigurd! They both grew up there. And I think Ari was born there, but really they've all moved around so much it's hard to keep track sometimes!" He pauses to take a breath, and then hums, stepping into the room. "Do you want help? What happened, anyway?"
switchly: (Default)

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

[personal profile] switchly 2013-02-04 06:19 pm (UTC)(link)
"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: (They have a slave too)

[personal profile] economically 2013-02-04 06:23 pm (UTC)(link)
Okay, she understood not a word of that, except for that it sounded Finnish, but she can guess what his point was. The next thing surprises her though, and she nods - she won't necessarily become friends with those boys, but it is good to know that there are others who speak her language just in case that something would make it necessary to find native speakers. Whatever that would be.

Homesickness is irrational and impractical so it doesn't happen, okay?

"A project exploded." She gestures at the silver shimmer that covers everything. "I completely forgot that the water here has a different chemistry than the one back home, and that should have changed everything." The temperature had been different, too. "So I'm cleaning up and starting over. What grade are you in?"
economically: (They have a slave too)

[personal profile] economically 2013-02-04 06:29 pm (UTC)(link)
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.
moimin_papa: (hand on chin)

[personal profile] moimin_papa 2013-02-04 06:33 pm (UTC)(link)
He glances around for a moment, and then picks off a cloth to start wiping off the surfaces for her. "Eleven. It's harder studying in English then I thought it'd be, though. What about you?" He can understand the mistake she made all too easily. There's too many things to think about that simple things get forgotten.
economically: (stop mourning or you'll get hungry)

[personal profile] economically 2013-02-04 06:41 pm (UTC)(link)
"Ten. Some things are a lot easier here, like math, but others are just... too different." She frowns as she picks up some larger shards of glass. "I wanted to go on adventures, but I'd rather have gone to a place that was unknown to mankind, or at least reasonably wild. And not run-over by tourists." There might be a bit snark at this, because the middle part of her description is how she's often heard others describe her home.
switchly: (Default)

[personal profile] switchly 2013-02-04 06:49 pm (UTC)(link)
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.
moimin_papa: (Bright smile)

[personal profile] moimin_papa 2013-02-04 06:56 pm (UTC)(link)
"I don't know if there's anywhere like that still really." Timo says, frowning a little as well. "One time Nalle and I ended up biking back to Finland, and even then when we spent a lot of time camping out I don't think we were ever completely isolated.

But you know, there'll still be time for adventures after we finish school! And there has to be somewhere left unexplored."
economically: (stop mourning or you'll get hungry)

[personal profile] economically 2013-02-04 10:18 pm (UTC)(link)
"Back to Finland? From where?" She sits up into a crouching position, eyes judging how much of the silver she has managed to make go away so far.

"If everything fails I'm sure space programs should advance a lot with mutant powers aiding in them... eventually. When the higher ups get their shit together and stop being babies about people who are different." She sighs. This is not going anywhere. She needs a different method of cleaning... "Not that I can really talk, it was never a problem back home. But I guess that's partly because my father was just popular with the people. Always a helping ear and arm and all that, way too nice for his own good."
economically: (They have a slave too)

[personal profile] economically 2013-02-04 10:22 pm (UTC)(link)
"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: (fucking finally he smiles)

[personal profile] switchly 2013-02-04 11:15 pm (UTC)(link)
"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.
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Edward Midford ♦ Kuroshitsuji

[personal profile] fullrespect 2013-02-05 03:18 am (UTC)(link)
Edward can be found, as he often is, in the dormitory rec room, watching a movie on the big screen with a bowl of popcorn on his lap. It was some old Bruce Lee movie, he's been steadily making his way through a stack of them lately.

It's not like he's some sort kung-fu fanatic though (maybe just a bit, they're fun!), watching these are mostly part of his own personal training. His mutation allowed him to perfectly replicate the movements of anyone he saw after having only seen it once. It was an incredibly mundane power, or at least that was the British teen's firm opinion. However... being able to master kung-fu in a couple weeks by marathoning movies was pretty fun.
mosttalented: (*scratches her butt*)

3 heehee

[personal profile] mosttalented 2013-02-05 05:50 pm (UTC)(link)
"Not bad!"

And leaning on the doorframe is a girl who was watching.

"Not bad at all."
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Ib | Ib

[personal profile] braveredrose 2013-02-05 05:56 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Network ]

... Excuse me, but... does anyone have the notes from math yesterday...? I got sick, so I missed the class... [She fidgets a little, looking a tad uncomfortable.] Would someone be so kind as to loan them to me? I'll return them as soon as I can...

[ Action ]
[Ib was lost. Very, very lost. This school was huge and unlike anything she'd ever seen before. Anyone looking at the girl could probably tell she was lost, too--she was just standing in the courtyard, with her suitcase, staring up at the school.

Intimidating? Juuuuust a bit.]
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[network because hes lame]

[personal profile] whythistho 2013-02-05 06:35 pm (UTC)(link)
Sick? Are you alright?
Were you taken care of properly?
braveredrose: (01)

[personal profile] braveredrose 2013-02-05 06:37 pm (UTC)(link)
I was. It wasn't anything too bad, just a stomach bug.

[Still kind of gross though.]

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