TEST DRIVE

[campmods]

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!

Comments

four months of feels

[hypercompetent]

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.

so much heart pain.

[wasloved]

[ 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.

and agony

[hypercompetent]

[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]