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]

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.

[princeblowpop]

They'd love that, I'm sure.

[Gumball chuckles, then- until he observes that bubble and can't help but twitch his mouth to the side a bit in a half-frown.]

I'm gonna get that badge this year. I've been working since last summer.

[...Didn't have that much to show for it, but had more than when he left, at least.]

[thekinged]

You already get a kick out of it.

[ Marshall rolls along as Gumball walks in front of him, careful to keep his speed even and matched to the prince's. He only glances down, once, when the half-frown shows up on his face, before he's looking up again. ]

Yeah. Know you will, G. You'll have it in the bag, for sure.

[ Maybe their past summers he picked on him a little, but this one? He meant it. Gumball'd been aiming for the badge now for ages, and even he was getting swept up in the determination. ]

[princeblowpop]

You're a good taste tester.

[Gumball looks up, closing his eyes.]

I had it, for just a few minutes, once--

[And as he suggests, a bare-bones manifestation appears. When he steps to it, however, his foot slips right on through and he nearly falls backward, gaining back his balance with a well placed grip to Marshall's shirt.]

Aaand that happens.

[For the sake of the fact it's only the first day, he tries to keep himself from getting too mad- but it's seriously frustrating.]

[thekinged]

I am a very willing taste tester.

[ Marshall almost immediately goes on alert when Gumball gets this look on his face-- starting when he closes his eyes, mostly-- and isn't left hanging for it. One heel slows his roll the moment that Gumball grabs his shirt, while he reaches out to steady him by the elbow. It's... ]

You'll get the hang of it. I'll help.

[ It has to be frustrating, but he tries to keep his cheer up. ]

[princeblowpop]

I'll blame you if I don't get it. Terrible teacher.

[He doesn't mean a word of it, but joking means pretending it doesn't bother him, and pretending not to be bothered is aaalmost as good as not being bothered at all.

Finally letting go to twist back around, Gumball sighs as if it's nothing but a tiring formality.]

In any case, I'm sure it'll be easier this year.

[thekinged]

Please, I am the best teacher.

[ Slowing his roll even more, he comes up behind Gumball so that he can drop his chin onto the top of his head, arms draped over his shoulders as he lets him guide them along. Being a pest tends to help distract the prince he's perched himself on, and if anything he just missed doing this.

Maybe he will take him up on the offer of visiting his kingdom. ]

Most def. You got this.

[princeblowpop]

You're a lazy teacher.

[Regardless, Gumball doesn't bother making him move.]

I know. This year. Maybe I'll work on a few others, try to make Junior Counsellor in a few summers or something.