fireispretty | TEST DRIVE

Entry tags:

[open meme] test drive

TEST DRIVE

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! Camp position optional.
[ 2. ] Oh no! The power is out all across camp due to a nasty storm, and everyone's been brought to the lodge for safe keeping! There are candles, flashlights, lanterns, and the gas powered stove, but not much else besides one another.
[ 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!

Flat | Top-Level Comments Only

[Blackouts are a prime time for mediumship practice. So Stiles is currently in a deep conversation with one of the various ghosts that haunts the camp (as well as his mother, a constant opinion), completely absorbed in whatever he's doing. Even if it looks like he's talking to himself, he's not--but if you come over and talk to him, you'll probably scare him half to death.]

[Arya's wandering around the lodge in the blackout, holding a lantern to light the way. Nymeria's close by, as usual. She hasn't really gotten a chance to see who's all attending camp this summer, so she's doing a little investigating. She spots Stiles off by himself, looking like he's talking to himself again. He must be practicing. He's a funny guy - she wonders what he looks like caught off guard. She gets down to Nymeria's eye level, and looks her in the eye. Her command is firm, but not mean.]

Nymeria, stay.

[When it's clear that finally, the wolf is listening to her commands, she begins to creep quietly, quietly towards Stiles. Come on, Arya, she thinks, remember your dancing lessons. Swift as a deer. Quiet as a shadow. Slowly, she approaches Stiles...

...and places two hands on his shoulders.]

[So you want to see what he looks like caught off guard, well, that's.

That's going to be easy to achieve, because the minute she grabs onto him, Stiles jumps about a foot in the air.]

Jesus-- [And promptly tries to rearrange his limbs into what appears to be some form of turning around.] --Christ, do you have to do that?!

[Arya's behind Stiles, a shit-eating grin on her face, hands on her hips. Thankfully, she doesn't have her sword out right now, or that'd probably give Stiles even more reason to freak out. She turns around for a second to face her wolf.]

Nymeria, to me.

[When Nymeria's finally bounded over there, Arya sits down unceremoniously next to Stiles.]

Who're you talking with?

[Oh great, he got scared by a kid. Trying to calm his heart hammering in his chest and peering past her at Nymeria, he offers his hand out to pet her cautiously, then looks at Arya--but he turns away for a second when he answers the question.]

....My mom. Some people call home once a week, I slide into the plane of mediumship and psychically communicate with her.

[Nymeria accepts the pet, nuzzling Stiles's leg. For once, Arya's actually sitting, listening intently. She always thought Stiles was just talking to random people, but...his mom, wow. She didn't know that about him.]

...I want to do that, too.

[Tentatively, she asks:]

Is it hard?

Edited 2013-01-26 06:48 (UTC)

[Scratching Nymeria behind the ear, he tilts his head to face Arya again, thoughtfully.]

Yeah. [but then] It's hard at first, and it's really, really weird. But if you practice, and I guess, more than anything, if you go along with the strength of your own will and all that, you'll get the hang of it. After that it's just avoiding the bored ones that want to pull pranks on you and finding the people you want to talk to most.

[Stiles' mouth slides into a grin.] I'm one of the junior counselors for it.

[Arya does have a strong resolve, and she's brave - she's the first one that'll tell you that, loudly and often. She might be able to take it on, but...she's not exactly sure she'll be ready to talk to her parents just yet.]

I want to try for that badge this summer, then. I've decided. I promise I'll work hard at it, and if any ghosts try to bother me, I'll just slash them away with my sword.

[She's got this all figured out, of course.]

[Stiles' brows go up. He likes Arya--from what he's gotten to see, she's spunky and determined and reminds him a lot of a couple of friends from home. Grinning, he offers her his fist for a fist bump.]

I'm pretty sure that won't work, that whole corporeal thing really puts a damper on it. But if you wanna learn, I'm your man. This is like the one thing I'm good at, and I bet you'll be awesome at it too.

[ Said ghostly mother is sitting calmly with him, if you've got your medium abilities enabled. Selena watches the passing campers and counselors when she doesn't participate in conversation, keeping an eye on things before her attention returns to her son. ]

You were debating before we left. Did you decide on which badge you were going to try to get next, sweetheart?

[Sitting with his legs crossed, Stiles drums his fingers against his knees, regarding his mother's ghost in front of him. It's nice to have her around all the time during the summer--he likes to utilize his mediumship whenever possible.]

...pyrokinesis, maybe. It's the only one I can't frickin' get. Plus there's something about accidentally setting Raz's hair on fire that's really satisfying. [He huffs.]

Are you sure it's so accidental?

[ There's a knowing twist to her smile, but it's for more than how he delights in his odd relationship with the pyrokinesis counselor. Right off the bat, it'd been interesting.

But she knows just why it's the one he "can't frickin' get," whether he does our not, himself. ]

[He grins. Busted.]

No idea what you're talking about, mom. [The grin fades after a few minutes, though, and he sighs, lacing his fingers together and resting them across his knees.] I just...I don't know. Maybe in a past life I was a firefighter so I can't set fires because it hurts a very part of my actual soul or something.

Of course, angel. [ The sarcasm is heavy in her voice, and she rolls her eyes at him.

But she lets her expression soften again, and she reaches to brush her fingers over his. Touch takes concentration, energy, but it's always worth it with her baby. Close, Stiles. ]

You'll find the spark you need for it. I know you will.

You know me.

[Getting touched by most of the other ghosts around the camp generally gives Stiles the shivers, but his mom is different. It's not cold, it's familiar and warm and it makes his stomach churn and his heart seize up at the same time. It'll never be the same as having a bad day and having her hug him, but even a little bit is better than nothing, and he curls his fingers gently where hers were.]

Maybe in like ten years. Twenty years. When I'm old and gray and dead then I'll be able to set things on fire. [He sighs and gives his mom a sheepish smile. At least it's comforting, and he's just grousing.]

...thanks, mom.

[ Crinkling her nose, Selena gives him a dry look. It's amused, despite the flatness, so it's obvious she's just silently grousing back. But his difficulty with the badge won't be forever, she knows. So it's only a matter of time before he gets it right, and adds it to his list.

She leans forward, concentrating a second time to brush her lips across his forehead. Even at sixteen, he'll never stop being mama's little boy. ]

Your mom's always gonna be your number one cheerleader, sweetie.

[He looks down just in time for her to kiss his forehead, helping a little--he's a lot bigger than he was when he was fourteen. It brings a slightly bashful smile to his face, and he flicks his eyes up to look at her from under his brow.]

Yeah, too bad no one else can hear it. [It's just a joke, though, and he chuckles, lifting his head.] Maybe this year'll be it.

...And marksmanship. Eventually. [mental wince]

[Norman sees the ghosts just as well as anyone else who specializes in Mediumship. He knows not to bother anyone though and rather, he gives a small wave to whoever he's talking to before sitting down at another table to read.]

[You get the sup nod, Norman. You get his I See Dead People angle.]

[One of the newer arrivals has come out of hiding and approached someone!]

[Of course he's going and sitting by the one person that's being quiet and off in a dark corner, just watching, quietly. It's one thing to spend a lot of your childhood with people thinking you must be haunted or possessed when it's just you, and another to actually watch someone talking to ghosts.]

[Aaaaand he's not going to peep until Stiles notices him.]

Flat | Top-Level Comments Only

TEST DRIVE

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

MOM TAGS

c:

snow you always know how to break me into pieces

almost four months of practice

four months of feels

so much heart pain.

and agony

no subject

no subject

no subject