TEST DRIVE

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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!

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Marceline Abadeer | Adventure Time | Junior Camper

[nomorals]

[There's a particular fourteen year old sitting on one of the benches around camp, strumming lazily at a guitar.]

[thekinged]

[ When things have finally wound down, and he's spent some time with Gumball-- okay so most of the day with Gumball-- Marshall tracks down his sister, his own guitar slung over his shoulder. ]

[nomorals]

[If she wasn't used to the way he spent the first day at camp, she'd be accusing him of leaving her she's not a possessive little sister, not at all. When she hears footsteps along the path, Marceline looks up, giving her brother a wave.]

How's your boyfriend?

[thekinged]

Still not my boyfriend.

[ The first summer that Marceline spent with them, he felt a little bad about most of the first day revolving around waiting on Gumball and then hanging out with him. But he's glad that she's gotten used to it and accepted that it's just... a thing. Whatever it is. ]

How's your day goin'?

[nomorals]

Still gay for each other.

[It's a thing, whatever it is. Hell she's not fussed. Gumball's a nice enough guy.]

Eh, pretty okay I guess. All my things are in the cabin so I'm just chilling now.

[thekinged]

Yeah yeah.

[ At this point he doesn't even bother arguing with Marceline about it. Anybody else? They'd get the full spiel. He just takes a seat next to her and slips his guitar off his shoulder to tuen it. ]

Good night for chilling, before the campfire. You figured out what your next badge's gonna be?

[nomorals]

I'm thinking Marksmanship. Maybe Telepathy. I'm undecided.

[She gives a small shrug and waits for him to tune his guitar, fingers drumming against her own to an imaginary beat.]

[thekinged]

Could use Marksmanship to shoot at dad's ass whenever he gets annoying.

[ Not that Marshall's ever actually considered it. Then again, he hasn't been in much of a hurry to get his badges. He needs to pick up the pace in the next three years. ]

Might work. [ He finishes tuning as he starts laughing. ] Maybe.

[nomorals]

It's not like I've never threatened to set fire to everything he loves.

[God they are the worst children ever, but that happens when you have a father like Hunson Abadeer. She leans against him a little, idly plucking at her guitar strings.]

[thekinged]

To be fair, I did set his shoe on fire once just to see if he'd notice.

[ They kind of are. Hunson used to have his good moments more often-- occasionally still does?-- but he's reached the point where he's just fed up with their father. Right now, at least, he and his sister are away from him for a couple months.

He mimics her plucking, shifting to let her lean comfortably. ]

[nomorals]

Did he?

[They're both a little fed up with him, so thank god for summer camp. She curls her legs up, resting her guitar against her knees. She couldn't recall the incident, then again maybe she'd been too young.]

[thekinged]

Not until it got to his sock.

[ Praise the gods of summer camp. He tries to think about how long ago that was, thinking it was probably back when his psychic abilities first manifested. She'd been pretty young and easy to distract then. Bringing his legs up, he crosses them Indian style, strumming. ]

[nomorals]

Figures.

[She's not all that surprised really. If it had been around that time, she'd probably been five or six, so no wonder she didn't remember it. She gets herself comfortable, a nameless tune starting to thrum in her throat.]

[thekinged]

You know him.

[ Unfortunately. But at least after the whole psychic thing, and his first summer, they managed to talk the head counselors into letting Marceline come along with Marshall. Plenty of better things to remember. Picking up on the tune, he adjusts his strumming to her melody. ]

[nomorals]

Unfortunately I do.

[As much as she hated to, she remembered clinging to Marshall when he got home after that summer. She hopes you know she's moving out with you when you move out, bro. Marcie waits a few beats before strumming her own guitar, fingers nimble.]

[thekinged]

We'll get out.

[ Technically, he could file for emancipation and leave now. But he won't, because he wouldn't be able to take Marceline with him. So, yeah. He knows, sis. Marsh can't help but smile a little as they play, at ease. ]

[nomorals]

[If he left her there she would piss on everything that he loved. Or at least set it on fire. Even though she's facing the other way and can't see it, she smiles at the same time, starting to relax now that everything is in place. The next three months will be worth it, and then next spring she turns fifteen - one step closer to moving out.]

[thekinged]

[ Please don't, he kind of likes all the things that he loves, y'know? Also that would kind of involve setting herself on fire, and that's not exactly conducive to anything at all. Tipping his head a little, he rests it on the top of Marceline's, content to just sit and absently play and harmonize with her. Another summer, and another year closer to being able to move on and out. ]

[princeblowpop]

[Late to camp as always, and late to a greeting, too. But hey, can't get around without greeting Marsh's sometimes adorable baby sister, okay.]

Hey, Marcy! Getting started early on filling the camp with music, I see.

[nomorals]

[She lifts her head when she hears his voice, giving a small wave before letting her hand drop to her guitar.]

Hey, Gumbo. I guess you could say that.

[princeblowpop]

I don't suppose you've come up with anything new during the year?

[nomorals]

A couple of things, but nothing really exciting.

[She shifts in her seat, crossing one foot over the other as she leaned back.]

How about you? Anything exciting happening in the royal court?

[princeblowpop]

Oh, you know. Same old same old, fighting monsters and the wrath of poseidon with the power of science.

[ With a grin, Gumball crosses his arms. ]

You'll have to play one of them for me!

[bonni]

[ Oh, is that a Marceline?

Yes. Yes, it is.

Time to nope on out of here before she notices. ]