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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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[Action]

[jolie_aile]

Just a minute—[was that French she heard? It sounded like it. Or at least an accent of it]—un moment!

[There's the sound of something rattling and ringing about, like whoever was inside was wrestling with some kind of giant windchime. Eventually there's just a mutter, the windchime noises stop, the door opens, and—

—oh. Someone she actually had to look up to see all the way. At 5'10'', Flandre tended to make family gatherings awkward whenever her (shorter) older sister was involved. And his face, goodness.

So distracted was she by the scars that she didn't pick up much.]

—your dog...?

[Flandre assumed it was this strange fellow's dog. Or maybe a relative's, or a friend's.]

( Action )

[mindwiped]

[ Abel always hunches, both to give people an easier time and not to smack his forehead on the top of doors. But the way she's staring at his face—the way everyone does—makes him, as always, uncomfortable, so he straightens up, falling into polite but distant tones. ] My dog. [ In French, he still has an accent, but the Provençal accent that marks him as a Southerner, not a foreigner. ] She's white. Fluffy. Great Pyrenees Mix.

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[jolie_aile]

[Was that a circumflex mark? No, maybe she was looking at that one wrong, and—oh, dear. She was being quite rude.

Flandre replies in the same language, after a moment of startled blinking.]

Lost? I thought I saw something white out of the window earlier, but I thought it was my roommate going by. She has some white on the end of her tails.

[...Flan try to stay on topic here.]

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[mindwiped]

[ Okay, this is too much. Abel turns, faces the wall, sighing. Like the freak of nature he is, people won't stop staring at him, but that doesn't mean he has to take it. ] Thanks for your help. I'll go look for her now. [ He starts to walk away, a single stride covering about a meter. ]

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[jolie_aile]

[—oh dammit now look what you did, Flandre. She half lurches out of the doorway after him, stopping only awkwardly. That weird windchime noise rattles again, as one of those funny wings she wore on her back extended to catch herself on the doorway like a rather strange looking hand. A few of the crystals even seem to behave like fingers still attached to a proper bat wing.

But there's only one poking out of her dress; the second wing was currently detached and what she was fiddling with to begin with.]

Wait—I'm sorry! That was rude, and—I didn't get your name. I'll help you; I didn't mean to stare so. I'm sorry!

[Flandre's words all tumbled out in a somewhat awkward jumble. Her mother made sure to teach her good manners, but she tended to fumble the actual application of them sometimes. More than sometimes. Isolation tended to upend things.]