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

[violent_bambi]

[Apacci wasn't the most likely choice for Jr. Counselor but she seems to handle the responsibility well enough. The main thing the hot-tempered teen needs to work on is her pottymouth. She came from a rough area, and sometimes it shows in her language. Especially when people call her by her first name, Emilou, as opposed to by her last name, as is her preference.

She offers her fellow Jr. Counselor a casual wave.]

Hey.

[pooka]

[Bun's response time is a little slower than usual- jet lag bites.]

Mm? Oi, 'Pacci.

[At least Apacci wasn't alone in being ill-tempered, though it'd take quite a bit for Bunny not to use nicknames.]

[violent_bambi]

[Apacci can handle nicknames as long as they're not offensive. And he manages to not annoy her most of the time.]

How was the flight in, Bun?

[She doesn't envy him that commute. Hers isn't that bad comparatively.]

[pooka]

[ Why does everyone always ask about the flight? Jeez. One of these days they were gonna build a teleporter and-

...he'd still not take it, hell no.]

...Long.

[There, that seemed like an answer.]

Yours?

[violent_bambi]

...almost missed it getting into an argument with my foster sisters.

[In Apacci's current family, not a single one of them was related by blood. There were three orphan girls taken in by an exceptionally calm foster mother.]

So about the usual.

[They cared about one another, but she and her foster sisters were almost constantly arguing.]

[pooka]

Well, at leas' we both got 'ere in one piece.

[Well, not without freaking out, but hey.]

And don't 'ave ta deal with it for three months.

[violent_bambi]

Yeah, here we're just dealing with kids who could burn the camp down with their minds.

[But she doesn't sound like she's complaining at all about that.]

Piece of cake, right?

[pooka]

Easy as pie, 'Pacci.

[ He snorts, crossing his arms. ]

[violent_bambi]

[Big grin.]

Easy enough that you'd wager on it?

[pooka]

I'm not much a gambler myself.

Just a winner.

[violent_bambi]

Well, if you're so confident, guess that means you won't mind betting on who helps the most kids get their badges.

[Competitive? Yeah, just a bit. But she's pretty sure he'll be game for a little friendly competition.]

[pooka]

'Pacci, dear, y' shouldn' make bets ya can't win.

[Ohhhhh, he's game.]

[violent_bambi]

That's why I'm making this one and not a bet on getting my Telepathy badge.

[She won't admit to sucking at too many things, but there's no denying that it's easily her worst psychic skill.]

So, what do you wanna use for the wager? Cash, chores, or slaps?

[Slap bets were the nastiest of the three, but oh so satisfying to win.]

[pooka]

Ya know I can't hit ya.

[Snorting, Bun crosses his arms and nods.]

Chores. Definitely.

[violent_bambi]

[On one hand, her pride's at stake. She's not afraid of a little pain. Even though she's only 5'1", Apacci is a scrapper, through and through. On the other hand...]

Sure you could. I can take it and I'm not some whiny little sissy-baby who'd run off and whine to the Counselors.

[She pauses and mumbles quietly.]

...I 'preciate that you don't want to, though, Buns. So chores it is.

I apologise if the keywords of my icons appear in your notifs omfg

[pooka]

You bein' able ta take it doesn't mean I'm able ta dish it, mate.

[With a grin, he gives her shoulder a playful nudge, though.]

Hope ya enjoy sweepin' the lounge.

They aren't, but your keywords are awesome

[violent_bambi]

[It's nice to hear that he doesn't want to hit her...and yet not sappy and awkward. She doesn't dwell too long on that thought, though, because she needs to decide on the chore he'll do if, no, when he loses their bet.]

I won't have to worry about it. I hope nobody cooks anything really sticky and nasty when you wash all the dishes.