TEST DRIVE MEME -- SEPTEMBER

[terminalmods]

TEST DRIVE MEME Interested in joining Terminal Tokyo? Well, before you apply feel free to testdrive any character you're interested in playing here! This is a good way to see how your character will work in the environment or even the potential CR. For the sake of this meme you are allowed to choose your own partners but it will not count as game canon. Nothing that happens here will, it's just for practice! That said we've decided to give you a bit of what you will see if you join the game. Keep in mind once a month we'll put up sets of missions your characters can join for bit, which is what some of these are! Others are mini-events. So here we go: MINI-EVENTS 1) IT'S A FILM NOIR, SEE?!: Why's the whole world in black-and-white? Why are you wearing 20's outfits? Why is there dramatic music, the urge to get a pack of smokes, and seedy looking detectives everywhere?! Watch out, everyone, the gangsters are about...and the internal monologue. 2) BATTLE MUSIC: One of the shifts causes music to follow your character around for a maximum of two days. Are they upset? Rocking out? Whatever they're doing we hope they're enjoying their new battle theme! 3) ROCK PAPER SCISSORS--DUCK!: Sometimes the most juvenile of games becomes the most perfect way to relax. Why not enjoy a few rounds of everyone's favorite game "Rock Paper Scissors"? Just be careful. It seems a fewDracmon have decided to take this game quite literally and won't stop until you have beaten them at their own game. Just...beware of falling rocks, flying paper cranes, and sniping scissors... MISSIONS 1) BABYSITTER ANYONE?: 300 BIT Petermon’s a jerk. He’s used his abilities to brainwash some baby Digimon into causing havoc around the city! Stop them from wrecking everything, again, but don’t hurt them too bad! 2) MON-DO EXPLORATION: 500 BIT A new continent is open! Server is vast and here is no map, so Chosen should get to exploring that! Watch out for weird pyramids, wild Digimon, bizarre invisible cities, and random out of place landmarks. And whatever you do, don’t get lost in the desert, okay? 3) I'VE BEEN WORKING ON THE TRAILMON: 300 BIT Though they live in what's called a "graveyard", the Trailmon who live there are still Digimon and need love too. Give them a bath. Sing them a song. Treat them nicely, and they might give you a reward for keeping them company. 4) GOT FISH?: 300 BIT PER FISH The Damemon need a little help with preparing the latest meals. Time for you and your partner to go out and get some fish. Just make sure you don't hook a Digimon by mistake, okay? They get a little angry about that. 5) TRAINING WITH CHOSEN: 100 BIT With some of the recent Chosen adjusting to their roles, some of the newer Chosen might be looking to them for help, which includes fighting experience. In the spirit of promoting such camaraderie, an observing or participating NPC will give those actively training a few bits for their effort. And, as always, you're also allowed to do this in a free form! These are just ideas to get your gears rolling and see what to expect. (NOTE: All missions and events are more light-hearted here, but will not always be in game).

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Film Noir

[byanyother_name]

It was a dark and stormy night. Cliche, but sometimes they happened. Kurama was old enough that he'd seen it all before, weather-wise. He was a little more disconcerted by the change in his clothes. It wasn't that they didn't, ahem, 'suit' him, but the three-piece and fedora had replaced his usual clothes out of nowhere. It seemed harmless enough, so he just opened his umbrella and stepped out onto the street.

His partner was a cute little thing, and Kurama smiled slightly as she ignored the umbrella and danced in the rain instead. He had a feeling his adorable little Lalamon would grow up into a real femme fatale someday. The kind of girl nobody could ignore. He shook his head as his thoughts kept wandering, turning his attention back to his destination.

"Should we take the long way, Lalamon?"

"Yes!" came the enthusiastic response from the little plant Digimon.

[elasmobranchii]

Rin was a little freaked out by the sudden change in setting, but once he thought for a bit it was really actually pretty exciting. Like an old movie! And if he was going to be in an old movie he was going to play his part to the best of his ability.

Such was the case when he spotted the young man with the extra fluffy hair dressed in a very nice suit. Nice suit equaled money, or so he assumed. Normally he would never consider stealing like this, but again, it was just a game. A role. Gomamon was a ways ahead, splashing and giggling in a forming puddle- plenty of noise to cover him when the storm didn't. And oh so casually he strolled up behind Kurama- careful of the floating plant digimon near by- and attempted to slip a small hand in his pocket.

Rin Matsuoka- High Speed/Free!

[elasmobranchii]

[There's a kid in the Reverse River, swimming back and forth. He can't really do much training in it- there's no wall to do turns off of, and the current throws him off. But like hell he's not going to try! Running can only do so much.

Gomamon is swimming near by, not having nearly these issues]

((ooc: High Speed spoilers very likely due to being 12. Note if you want me to avoid them!))

[acceptedburden]

[Voices can be heard approaching the water.]

Kal! Come on! I want to swim after all that running you made me do.

Very well.

[They are at the water's edge now. An older teenager and a Gizamon. The Gizamon doesn't even bother with looking before hoping straight into the water. Kaldur steps in but doesn't wade in far before noticing the boy swimming laps.]

[hellboundslayer]

[ if there is one person that is not pleased about this situation, it's going to be this guy right here. no powers. no way back. one annoying creature following in his wake that he does not want. it's weak.

Vergil doesn't bother meeting anyone's eye. he's making a beeline for Shinjuku Gyoen, Salamon at his heels desperately trying to keep up. ]

[hellspawnedhero]

*Dante just happened to be out and about when Vergil was in transit. He was moving fast by human standards and facing away from him, but there was no mistaking that coat and blade.*

Hey, isn't that-

*Before Coronamon can finish, Dante takes off, trying to catch up with the blue clad former half demon.*

[betrayalcutsdeep]

*Shinjuku Gyoen is one of Jin's favorite places in the city. Sitting there in the peace and quiet with nothing but the trees and water to keep him company is relaxing, the connection to his ancestors' home comforting. But it seems today he's not quite so alone. Glancing up from the water as he hears a pair of humanoid sounding footsteps, he turns with a neutral, difficult to read expression.*

Hello. May I help you?

Merida → Brave

[notyetlegend]

[Dealing with her brothers running riot around the castle Merida could stand. Heck, it wasn't her job to babysit them anyway, it was Maudie's, bless the poor lady's heart, she just watched them run around and cause havoc. This takes the cake as far as havoc goes. She's nearly tearing her hair out trying to figure out what to do while Bearmon is just herding a few baby Digimon out of the area.]

"Merida, c'mon, it's not that hard!"

[She lets out a groan.]

Y'got t' be kiddin' me. "It's not that hard". It's not even me fault they're like this, why am I th' one that's supposed t' clean up?

4.

[oracledrive]

[Fishing is a very interesting activity for Yeul. As the last reincarnation of the Seeress, Yeul is from 700 AF, a time in which children are lucky to survive infancy, and fishing isn't even an option, as who knows what sorts of dangerous monsters lurk in the water, or toxins, for that matter?

Still, it's interesting, and Yeul sits by the water, a Kudamon accompanying her. They haven't managed to catch anything yet, but Yeul perseveres. It's... fun, almost.]

Laguna Loire | Final Fantasy VIII

[bewarethefaeries]

[Yes, Laguna had expressed an interest in going out and seeing the world to find new and interesting things to write about...but when he had said that, he meant HIS world. This was just completely unreasonable as far as he was concerned, being thrown into this new land with no warning, rhyme, or immediately discernible reason. He huffed slightly as he continued walking along an unfamiliar road with his hands shoved into his pockets and his trademark machine gun lightly bouncing against the small of his back. At the very least though he had been fortunate enough to land a partner that seemed to be following him...a cute little...fire...lion...thing; called itself Leormon or something to that effect]

"Hey Vice Assistant Leo, not for nothing but...do you actually know anything about this place?"

"Nope, not a clue!"

[Laguna sighed deeply and let his head hang as he continued walking; at the very least the little creature had a good amount of pep to its step, made it hard to be all that down even if he wanted to be. All he could do now was hope there was a town at the end of this road where he could get his bearings properly...or maybe he'd even meet someone out here if he was lucky enough]

My hero.

[knightfan]

[ Seifer, as luck would have it, was going the opposite direction: away from the city. In particular, away from that amazonian woman who had done nothing but pester him and make his moods swing from annoyed to only mildly amused since he met her. Impmon was at his heels, though just barely. ]

Will ya slow down?

[ Seifer didn't answer. The more talking that went on, the less walking that happened. He thought perhaps he might find somewhere to train. Even if the little pixie following him was weak, he'd make a good punching bag at the very least. And, worst case scenario, he could just go through the motions.

As he walked, he caught sight of two figures in the distance and he frowned. Great—and here he'd thought this was a less frequently traveled road. He folded his arms over his chest while Impmon, panting, struggled to keep up. It wasn't long before he, too, saw the figures. Unlike Seifer, Impmon waved his arms to get their attention. ]

Heeeey! Travelers don't normally come this way!

[ Seifer glared down at Impmon and briefly considered knocking him upside the head. All he wanted to do was walk past them, not get their attention. Oh well. He could always try ditching Impmon with... just one person and their partner, it looked like. ]

hiii :'>

[innermonologues]

[ It seems that Squall had been walking around as well around that time. His digimon made it a rule that he had to get out of his apartment at least once a day that wasn't because of him going to work. Kudamon was wrapped around his neck like usually, and it was too warm of a day so Squall had left his jacket back at his place. He wasn't even paying attention to the people around him.

His hands were shoved into his pockets and he just stared forward. He was probably lost in thought again.]

Battle Music

[hot_dawg]

[This was easily the best thing that has happened to him so far. Milo can be found dancing in the street with his vibrant Muchomon, both of them bobbing along to the upbeat music that seems to emanate from around them. They switch up their dance moves, slowing down the music by moving at half speed and suddenly speeding it up by doing a jig.]

Waiwaiwait- hold on. I've got an idea!

Yeah?

[The music pauses for a moment. He bobs his head and the beat starts coming in.. Milo cackles with delight.]

OOHOHO, yeah~! Ok, ok, follow my lead, little dude. Ok!

To the right! To the left! Take it back now, y'all~

One hop this time! [BEAT]
One hop this time! [BEAT]

Right foot, two stomps! [BEAT, BEAT] Left foot, two stomps! [BEAT, BEAT]
Sliiide to the left~ [BEAT] Sliiide to the right~! [BEAT]

FREEZE! Ev-ry-bo-dy clap your hands!

[clap clap clap clap clap clap clap clap clap clap clap clap clap clap clap clap clap clap clap clap clap clap clap clap clap clap clap clap
...Someone's gonna need to stop them, because they're not gonna do it by themselves.]

[robotfightclub]

[WHAT IS WRONG WITH EVERY CHILD EVER? It's bad enough there's music EVERYWHERE, now she can't even drive down the street without almost hitting someone. This must be natural selection in motion, she refuses to believe otherwise.

Anyway, long story short, the best thing Arcee could come up with when it came to dealing with this...event...is riding her sweet bike to drown out the noise. Nothing screams "I can't hear you" more than a motorcycle engine. Sure would be nice if she could go without almost hitting children.

The bike swerves to a stop in front of Milo and pal, causing the Tapirmon riding with her to fling off into the distance. Erm, she's sure he's fine... She's too angry right now to care about his well-being at the moment. The helmet is thrown off in a fit of rage as she smacks the kick stand into place, storming off the bike like she's ready to strangle somebody.]

Sidewalk. Now.

[Dun dun duuuun!]

Training with Chosen

[oneeyedterror]

[Whirl would not call what he's doing now as training, as that implies there is a thought out plan and ideas for what is being done. And really he wasn't the type to do that which is earning the Autobot turned human loud complaints from the poor unfortunate Candlemon that was doing it's best to keep up with Whirl as he's running down one of Terminal Tokyo's streets.]

Every... day! Whirl this is nuts, slow down!

If you can't frikkin' keep up with this pace then I don't know why you keep following me every time!

[He cackles as he picks up the pace, it's not like flying which Whirl could do with his optics closed, but it's a way to get out and figure out his limits.

And hey, sometimes he'll do something stupid too. Like not pay one lick of attention so pity for anyone in Whirl's path, because if he doesn't just plow right into people?

Candlemon will.]

Re: Training with Chosen

[howamanlives]

Hey you!

[Masaru walks out in front of Whirl, arms crossed]

I don't like intimidating little girls, but what's the big deal trying to leave your partner in the dust?

[paladienne]

[Yulie has a lot of trouble keeping the baby Digimon in line, to be honest. Although DORUmon does his best to help, both he and Yulie are quickly being run ragged by the tots, who take advantage of this to take off in opposite directions.]

Please, wait up! You'll get hurt if you aren't careful!

Film Noir

[vivacalaca]

The rain falls hard, like a hail of bullets into a crowed of bystanders. Though it doesn't matter much the the short, sallow Hispanic man in the expensive suit, standing alone and unprotected as the heat and the weather conspire to ruin his wardrobe. The cheap sunglasses did little to conceal his mounting frustration. So many things slipping away from him, like grains of sand. His job, his clients, Meche. And even when eternal rest seemed right within his grasp, it'd been yanked away from him like a bartender telling the local wino he'd had just one too many.

And to cap it all off he would not. Stop. Monologuing.

He gave a sigh. A defeated sigh, the sound of a man who was just about ready to pack up and go home. He reached into his jacket pocket, fumbling blindly like a drunkard in the dark before pulling out a pack of cigarettes (unfiltered), and a cheap lighter. It would, at least, ease his suffering. Not that he needed much to numb his pain now. Manny Calavera had been dead for years now. The grave, as far as he was concerned, was the ultimate painkiller.

He fumbled with the lighter for a bit before finally managing to ignite the smouldering tip of the smoke. He brought it up to his lips, savoring the sensation of it like a drowning man clinging to a life preserver, before taking a long, heavy drag. Upon which he suddenly doubled over, coughing and hacking like a sputtering engine. Well, if that didn't kill the mood, he was certain nothing else would. Damn. He'd never get used to having lungs again. The only response from the leathery winged beach ball perched on his shoulder was a high-pitched, scornful laugh.

Manny sighed again and gritted his teeth. They'd been together for all of an hour now and he was already starting to hate the little twerp.

Free Form

[pigdazzler]

[Everybody Mabel's met in this place so far has taken painstaking steps to inform her that this place is dangerous, and she WILL get hurt if she isn't careful. Not like she doesn't know that! She's been in more dangerous situations than most of these people could count on both hands, she reckons. Plus, her partner already stressed that he would protect her no matter what.

Right now the little girl and her Tapirmon partner are sitting on a bench together, sharing an ice cream cone. It's topped nicely with fudge and tons of sprinkles, and Mabel doesn't seem to mind sharing at all. In fact, ever since the two met they'd been inseparable. They definitely hit it off a lot better than most other Chosen around.]

You wanna get another one after we finish this one?

Took the words right out of my mouth!

[robotfightclub]

[Being a Tapirmon who usually works at the ice cream shoppe, seeing another Tapirmon snacking it out definitely grabs Sprocket's attention. Arcee never sits on benches with him... In fact, he's not allowed on benches. Something about her personal bubble.

Either way, he toddles on over, completely unaware that Arcee will probably be looking for him soon.]

That SUUUUUUUURE looks good.

[Help a tapir out.]

[hot_dawg]

[GAAAASSSP]

Whoah! Where did you get that? Can I come with?

[His Muchomon clears his throat behind him.]

Uh, sorry.. Can we come with?

rider (medusa) | fate/stay night (heaven's feel)

[kidemonas]

[Again, the dagger merely formed a dent into the bark before falling limply to the ground. With a hard pull on the chain, the dagger flew wildly backward, its owner catching it effortlessly in the palm of her hand.]

[It has struck the same point three times, and yet the result is the same. Has the blade has dulled so far that it cannot penetrate something so simple?]

[She looked down at the nail-like blade, her thumb caressing the tip, gentle enough that under any normal circumstances, it would have drawn blood.]

[Or, have I been rendered so weak?]

[Rider hasn't been in this world for even a half day, and already she had determined the limits that had been placed upon her exceeded anything she could have anticipated. The Servant had been completely cut off from Prana, its use, her sense. In fact, all of her senses have dulled, her strength had waned, all to that of a feeble human.]

[She was completely cut off from the world she knew.]

Master? What's wrong? [That small creature that had been at her side since she left that room. Wormmon, as it called itself, and he had pledged himself to her as though she were the magi.]

I will not instruct you again, do not call me by that title.

But M- [Wormmon couldn't see the look the Servant was giving him through that visor, nor did he want to.] 'Rider' sounds unnatural. Are you sure that's what you want me to call you?

Yes. [She answered in a single word. It was all that was necessary.] Let's go.

[With a pivot of the heel, Rider was already walking off before Wormmon realized what had just happened.]

Wait for me!

Francis York Morgan | Deadly Premonition | Freestyle

[callmeyork]

[Considering the... abruptness of everything, suffice to say that York is taking it well. You can probably find him strolling around the streets of Tokyo itself with no clear objective. Which his partner, a Kudamon, curled up on his shoulder, is quick to point out.]

Are you planning on going anywhere in particular, or...

Can't say that I am. I figure the best way to get acquainted with new territory is to just walk around until you get a feel for the place.

... I suppose that makes sense.

[hot_dawg]

Milo, don't stare..

[Milo jumps, not realizing that he'd had his eyes locked on the scar on York's temple. He hisses back a whisper to his Kamemon, shoving him with his elbow.]

Well, you just yelled that, so now he knows! YOU MADE IT WORSE!

I was just trying to help!

[robotfightclub]

[You know what's really not rude at all? Listening in on others conversations. It's totally a-okay in the world of Sprocket.]

If you wanna get acquainted with it, why don't you just talk to it?

[Yes, the city. Talk to the city.

It might talk back.]