TEST DRIVE

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OPEN TO ALL

TEST DRIVE MEME

[ 1. ] Comment with a character you'd like to test out in the game's setting. Put their name and series in the title! [ 2. ] Action posts, bulletin board spam, walkie-talkie exchanges, or network entries are all acceptable! [ 3. ] Tag around with one another! Figure out preexisting CR for characters returning to camp, and get an idea of what new CR you could get! [ 4. ] App all those characters. You can use your threads from this for one of your samples! [ 5. ] Have fun!

Comments

[thekinged]

You better not make a habit of this, G.

[ Marshall hops up easily, using a little levitation to get him up to his feet before stepping off his rock and moving to meet his friend halfway. ]

[princeblowpop]

I'm not planning on it, I promise!

[He even laughs as he shoves his crown into the arms of his attendant, along with his coat and top. Jeez, those things were always ridiculously heavy.]

Tea Ceremony, 's all. Miss me much, Abadeer?

[thekinged]

Yeah, sure you aren't.

[ There's no bite, though, and he drapes the change of pants over his shoulder so that he can gather the t-shirt and hold it out for Gumball to put his arms and head through. ]

Naaahhhh, 'course not. [ There's an eyeroll, there. ]

[princeblowpop]

[ Aw, how helpful. With another laugh, Gumball takes the assistance and hurries to shoo his attendant away. ]

Hey, as long as I make it to registry. And good, means the phone's working. And you say I'm not a genius.

[thekinged]

At least registry's open like, all day. You'd have until dinner, but I ain't gonna wait out here that long.

[ That is a bald-faced lie, Marshall Lee Abadeer. ]

I don't say you're not a genius, I just don't stroke your ego. Here. [ He lets him adjust the shirt as necessary, before pulling the pants off his shoulder and offering them. ]

[princeblowpop]

God mark the day I make Marshall Lee Abadeer wait.

I'm sure I'd deserve to walk into camp in something hot as hell for it, surely.

[With a snort, Gumball snags the pants and slips his own off (thank the humble church of glob for spandex shorts) and pulls on the change.]

[thekinged]

Make me wait 'nough as it is, Beegee.

[ Marshall spreads his hands wide and shrugs at him, before hooking his thumbs in his pockets and rocking onto the heels of his boots as he waits for him to finish changing clothes. ]

Surprised you don't melt in the stuff you already walk into camp with.

[princeblowpop]

Hey, not like the island's not hot.

[Once his pants are zipped, he gives his friend a big, shameless hug.]

Quit complaaaining.

[thekinged]

I'll visit eventually and be the judge of that myself.

[ Oh fine it's not like anyone else is really-- you know what screw it have a hug back he wouldn't care even if there were people to give them crap. ]

Yeah okay.

[princeblowpop]

You say that every year, Marsh.

[Gumball laughs again and gives him a squeeze before pulling away.]

Come on, I have a reputation for tardiness to reinstate.

[thekinged]

Maybe I'll mean it this year!

[ Marshall returns the squeeze before stepping back, hands returning to his pockets and head tipping in the direction of registration. ]

Yeah yeah, me 'n Marce are already registered. Just gotta get you checked in.

[princeblowpop]

You actually show up this year and I'll do all the cooking when you get there.

[ Grinning, Gumball gives a mock bow of thanks and strides ahead before checking out the T-shirt. ]

Kill Hannah, huh?

[thekinged]

Well then I'll definitely have to.

[ There's no questioning whether Marceline can still come with. Marshall knows that Gumball wouldn't take the invitation back, not when he knows how important his little sister is to him. ]

Yeah. I don't think I had them on my list of things to bring last year, so I shuffled stuff around.

[princeblowpop]

Then we'll listen to it later!

[And as if he knows just who Marshall's mind went to...]

How's Marcy, anyway? Both of you get here in one piece?

[thekinged]

Good, gotta get you caught up.

[ That isn't surprising. Gumball can read him pretty well, to be honest. ]

For the most part. Almost missed our ride over here 'cause a certain someone wouldn't pay attention long enough. [ Hunson. ]

[princeblowpop]

Mmm.

[Papa Abadeer's never seemed like a nice fellow.]

All the more reason she and you should be spending the ends of your springs with me.

[thekinged]

... yeah.

[ He kinda likes the sound of it more and more, really. Means less time with Hunson and more time with Gumball and his sister. Because after his first summer, he promised to never leave Marceline home alone again. ]

I dunno, I'll talk to Marce about it this summer.

[princeblowpop]

[Not that face.]

Hey.

[Gumball gives him a solid elbow to the arm.]

It's camp time. Cheer up. By order of the prince.

[thekinged]

[ What. What face, he's not-- ]

It's camp time. [ Marshall even goes so far as to mimic his tone, before foregoing the elbow and throwing his arm around Gumball's shoulders. ] Your orders as a prince have no power here, Bel.

[ It's worked, at least. ]

[princeblowpop]

And yet you do precisely as I ask.

[Grinning brightly, Gumball throws his arm around Marshall's shoulders, too.]

Maybe you oughta join the court instead!

[Yeah right, not when they get to fighting like it's the end of the world at least once a month.]

[thekinged]

Only 'cause otherwise you'd terrorize me until I did.

[ There's such a heavy rolling of eyes that it rivals that Stilinski guy's, though Marshall doesn't put his whole body into it. ]

Think we'd proooobably wind up accidentally causing your kingdom to stage a coup, man. Don't wanna be responsible for that.

[ Yeah, no. ]

[princeblowpop]

Terrorise the future Scream King? I must be getting pret-ty good at this.

[Gumball gives a smug smile before snorting.]

"Prince Belvedere, who is this horrible child you've hired?! He's set our pastries alight and keeps playing guitar in the kitchen!"

[thekinged]

Dude you've been terrorizing me for years.

[ A dry look, and then Marshall snorts back. ]

To be fair, I'd only play guitar in the kitchen if it meant I could bribe them into making me food.

[princeblowpop]

[Shoving his hands deep into his pockets and pulling away a little, Gumball takes a few steps forward to walk backward in front of Marshall.]

Trust me, if they had someone new to test recipes on, they'd freak.

[He loved the castle cooks, okay.]

They'd still oust me if I hired you.

[thekinged]

[ The hand that had been resting on Gumball's shoulder drops back to his pocket, and he thinks for only a second. Letting go of the rest of the year, thinking about the summer with Marceline and Gumball and the Pyro Cats, music weaving its way in, and it's no problem at all before a thought bubble forms and he can walk along on it. ]

Don't hire me, then. I'll just mooch off your kingdom for a while, let 'em freak out and feed me new stuff.