Test Drive Meme!

[nosotros]

THE VERY FIRST EL SERA TESTDRIVE MEME!

ONE: Post with your character! Blank comments and pre-written prompts are both okay!
TWO: Tag other players in the meme while you wait for them to tag you!
THREE: Have fun!

If you need some prompts to help you get things going, you can use the following:

1 - Roommates: You just got to El Sera and you're settling in to your new dorm or apartment. Now would be a good time to get to know your new roommate. Maybe the two of you can go out shopping for clothes and food with the allowance from Xochipilli...?

2 - Battle: You were just minding your own business when a monster suddenly attacked! Or is that another magical boy...? Either way, it's time to transform and take care of this mess.

3 - Romance: A confession, a first date, maybe even an engagement proposal. El Sera is an oceanfront city and a riverside city, so there are plenty of romantic spots to choose from.

4 - The Power of Friendship: Your friends are there for you. Whether you're in a desperate struggle or just feeling down, they're here to pick you up and help you out.

5 - Rivals: You're minding your own business when you see... him. Be it at school, while your out shopping, or waiting for the bus, things just got a lot more tense.

6 - Other: Choose your own!

In the meantime, if you'd like to get to know your fellow players OOCly, head over to the meet and greet meme!

Comments

[hrairoo]

Fiver. [ He supplies, accepting the help with a muttered thanks. ]

It's no less ridiculous than anything else around here, really. So it must be fitting. [ He gives an actual smile this time—a bitter one, but a smile nonetheless. Worn out as his legs are, he's a little slow-going, but his pace is steady and he's at least not limping. ]

I've never used a weapon before now anyway. [ Looking down at his hands, he almost looks surprised at himself. Muttering with snort: ] Rabbits hunting elil... ridiculous.

[warmgun]

[There was that strange... whatever it was he was speaking again. Code? A foreign language? John he'd bothered to question Fiver screaming something random on the battlefield. He'd heard just about every variation possible of swears and battle cries in Afghanistan. He'd chalked it up to another, but this is just asking for a question. Not to mention the lad's name.

Fiver? Had to be a nickname unless his parents weren't feeling particularly creative after the fourth kid.]

What have rabbits got to do with anything? And... sorry, but what's an elil? Is that some kind of snake?

[hrairoo]

[ Fiver almost shoots another confused look up at the man before he realizes: of course John wouldn't be able to tell what he is. He looks like a man. Well, if the man didn't think Fiver mad before, this should help convince him. ]

Elil are the thousand. The enemies. [ He starts off with the easy question, gaze fixed on the ground as he thinks. ] Soat, fox, hawk... man. Anything that would kill and eat a rabbit.

[warmgun]

Right.

[So, some sort of religious nut. Were there religions about rabbits? Where was Fiver even from? Or 'when' might be more pertinent given the sheer variety of men and boys he'd heard about when he'd woken up in El Sera. John smiles at Fiver, hoping this won't devolve into some bizarre conversion attempt. He knew how to deal with religious extremists, but he didn't like the idea of lumping this young man with the Taliban, Al-Qaeda, God's Liberation Army, and all the other crackpots.

He smiles politely.]

So, you're a vegetarian, I take it? Hmm! I don't think I've ever heard of all that. Is there some sort of... rabbit god, then? [Perhaps he was part Native American?]

[hrairoo]

[ He raises an eyebrow at that smile, almost as if he thinks John is the strange one. And, in a way, he does.

The humans around him keep giving him that slightly insincere sort of look and it's incredibly unsettling. Perhaps he should watch what he says around them. ]

Frith is the only god, of course. [ He says like it's the most obvious thing in the world, raising a single finger up to sun. ] What's a vegetarian?

[warmgun]

Of course.

[Not a religion, then. A cult. Brilliant. John had heard about America being ripe with them, but he hadn't expected to run into one straight out. Perhaps Fiver has been dragged here from whatever closed commune he'd been trapped on. He seems decently well-adjusted, at least.

The smile remains plastered on his face. Fiver's beginning to eye him suspiciously, but what do you even say to something like that? John settles for addressing the easily-answered question.]

It's a diet - vegetarianism. Blokes who've decided they'd rather eat rabbit-food than the rabbits themselves. Very healthy provided you're getting your protein somewhere.

[He feels like a nutritionist pitching something and stops that. John's a carnivore. It probably wouldn't be polite to mention, though... especially not that he rather fancies the rabbit stew his gran used to make. Time to change topics.]

Are you at the Academy, then?

[hrairoo]

Oh. Then, yes, of course I'm a vegetarian. [ He doesn't know what protein is, but he certainly is someone who eats rabbit-food. He knows men eat meat, and has in fact found that this body requires more than he'd usually eat, but he can't stomach even the idea of eating anything other than plants. ]

Yes, but I'm not from here. [ He gets the feeling discussing a different subject would be agreeable. ] I was brought here not long ago.
Were you taken from your home as well?

[warmgun]

Yeah, I'm from London, which shouldn't be hard to get back to given everyone here sounds like Americans, but I haven't been able to reach anyone from home.

[He pulls out his mobile, the one he's been issued as a Xochipilli employee, and shows it to Fiver for emphasis.] I'm rubbish with numbers, but I know I've got my sister's right. Her line isn't in service, even though I texted her the day before I came here. Harry's a flake, but she's... I can't even find my flatmate's website. Or mine, for that matter.

[John shoves the phone back in his pocket and sighs. He's fine being on his own and the regular monster attacks are providing more than enough stimulation, but there's a sense of something missing. He doesn't like it.]

Anyway, if you're properly from Earth, we're not on the one you're from, I'd wager. All this string theory, multiverse nonsense goes over my head. Very space age.