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cordibus ([personal profile] cordibus) wrote in [community profile] skippedabeat2017-05-22 12:25 am
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Round 2: Test Drive

Welcome to the second test drive!

Please don't worry too much about using your Personas correctly or following the prompts exactly. They're meant to give you starting ideas, but by all means, go wild and add more options!

The objective here is to try out characters and see who you could have the most fun with in the game's setting. However, feel free to follow this link to request a Persona be generated for you as if you were part of the game. (Please try to limit this to only one of your test drive characters if you can as to not overwhelm us! Never mind generating Personas is a pretty fast process! Request for as many characters away as you like!)

If you have questions about the test drive itself, you can ask them here! If you want to play an AU don't forget this entire post can be used for you to get AU scenarios set up and see who your character might have been related too or know before Awakening.

Now then, let's begin...

Prompt 1 - Flower Festival

The Festival of Flowers is in full bloom in the city! As an inhabitant of Eddan, you're excited to go and attend some of the activities! But unknown to you, something else might be starting to beat in the deepest, darkest depths of your heart.

The festival log prompts can be found here. Please note that you can use these to post in the test drive, but not on the player log itself!

Additionally, if both test drive player and game players agree, the festival test drive threads can also become game canon! As long as the test drive character is played as being completely unaware of what has happened in the game up to this point. Keep in mind that they would NOT have had a message on their phones. Two Test drive players can also make these game canon if they get accepted (and they keep the same requirements as above).

Prompt 2 - From Dawn to Dusk

The city has been abuzz for the past few weeks. A new string of murders is making front page news and serving as a grim reminder why the nightly curfew is so important. As families, perhaps even someone close to you, mourn, pressure continues to rise at the many police stations and at city hall. The people are afraid and they’re demanding answers.

There's not much time for you to dwell on this.. Like everyone else in the city, you have a lot to do, and a tight schedule to do it in. You don't even notice the application that has appeared on your phone's screen. The headache that follows, however, is strange and disorienting, and it brings with it an odd sensation that something is wrong today. You’re just not sure why.

The day passes by and soon, it's close to midnight. Your body, if you're not in bed by now, is completely exhausted. Despite your best efforts, you'll find yourself closing your eyes. Too bad it's quickly interrupted by a strange noise, and movement like something pulsating softly.

It's your phone, or at least you think it's your phone, but it's never glowed this orange before. There’s mist rising above it almost like fire...something's definitely bizarre about this. Despite your fears, you forces yourself to open it, and click on that strange snake-like icon.


It opens revealing a single statement and blank box;

To begin, please write your name.

Your fingers move on their own. Before you have time to really think about it, and as the pain inside your head becomes so terrible you start breathing rapidly and sweating, you've entered a series of letters and pressed enter. Now you're in a large chatroom with many others...but your 'name' you've never even heard of it...have you? It almost feels like you have...

Prompt 3 - Awakening

The last rays of the sun disappeared over the horizon almost an hour ago, yet here you are, walking through the apple orchards located behind one of the campus wings. The strange app that's been sending you strange clues the past seven days now says you're ready to face the truth. It told you to come here tonight, but never to travel alone. Repeatedly, it warns you to make sure to have someone close by if you're to survive…but besides some friends, what else did you bring with you? Did you pack for this, or did you figure you'd make it up as you go? Are you in a position to be able to bring weapons with you that no one would suspect?

Something is out there, and it's getting closer.

Before you can think, you see it: a large, blackish mass, almost like slime, slithering along the ground resembling a vaguely humanoid shape with glowing yellow eyes. When it roars again, it reveals rows and rows of teeth. This was a mistake your brain warns. The strange name from the chatroom, the days leading up to this...you're fairly certain even if you are prepared that you're going to die.

And yet, something inside you stirs. Even as they move closer, you find yourself charging instead of running, as your heartbeat increases. A voice inside is guiding you, each movement bringing forth a surge of memories of a past that you had lost. You’re angry and confused, but your pain, your fears, your rage for all of this… all of that needs to be taken out on those creatures.

All you need to do now is to tear out your heart.

Prompt 4 - A new, old life

Now that you have your memories back, the strange veil of this world has been somewhat lifted. Things that seemed simple now seem strange. You have so many questions, but not enough answers. Then there's the new weapons you wield and the strange creature inside of you...your Heart Persona.

During the day, you are encouraged to continue to live as you did before, but with old and new memories together, sometimes it is difficult to keep acting like you did. Will it cause issues in your job or school life? Will it change your reactions to whatever life you had here? Do you notice others like you who have awakened?

Maybe it would be a good time to send a chatroom message, just to ask others what they are planning to do. Maybe you should set up a meeting to fight shadows at night. Maybe you’ll organize a plan of attack or set up a club to escape the strange looks others have been giving you. Maybe you just want someone's opinion on the best place to have pizza. Hey, no one said you had to use the AppleNET just for serious things, after all.

bulletbiter: (Default)

julius visconti | god eater 2 rage burst

[personal profile] bulletbiter 2017-05-22 04:59 am (UTC)(link)

flower festival
[ When he's not here on school business, Julius turns up in casual clothing - though whether his fashion sense can be considered casual is up for debate. He has a close-fitting black jacket over a white dress shirt, gold embroidery on the edges of both; plus a red ribbon threaded through the zip of his overcoat much like how one would wear a tie.

He'll be mostly spending time with the plants, neglecting any stall owners or that might call out to him and making beelines straight for the trees. If it's legal to do so, he'll probably sit down in between displays or at the foot of large ones and close his eyes. Is he meditating?



If it's time for the school's displays to be judged, he'll be by the side of the one that belongs to the gardening club, neatening flowers as needed. You're free to ask him questions about it; it's one of the times where he's fully conversational.

On some other days there might be a few girls noticeably following him, though he obviously pays them no heed until they step up and actually start talking to him. He's not having a lot of luck convincing them to leave him alone. Maybe he'd need some help with that. ]

in the school
[ Julius is a secretary for the Student Council, so he might be a familiar face for those who work in the same social circles. He has a reputation of always handing in work on time (sometimes several weeks in advance), of never forgetting a single late payment to be chased down, and of being horribly interested in Command Tower. And trees.

Look up there. Is he sitting in a tree? Is that even legal? ]

dusk
[ It's getting close to d, and curfew is closing up. The students have either all gone home or are hurrying towards their dorm rooms, and Julius is no exception. He's probably ahead of you at a brisk walk, or maybe you've crossed paths at a junction -

- and then he just sort of suddenly keels over onto the corridor walls, one hand to his temple without making as much as a single sound.

He's probably not going to make it back in time if he just stands there. ]

wildcard
[ Hit me with something and I'll reply to it! My plotting post is here for reference o7 ]
Edited 2017-05-22 05:38 (UTC)
twobee: (Default)

2B (BeBe) | Nier Automata

[personal profile] twobee 2017-05-22 02:23 pm (UTC)(link)
1.

@School

[2B could be found outside the school during lunch with a wooden sword going through a slashing motion over and over. Eventually, she stops, her head covered in sweat and sits down to eat a meal of rice and fish.]

2. Applenet

B2: Does anyone else feel like their entire body changes at night?

B2: Because when it happens to me, I feel like I'm not even human.
B2: Is this common?

3. open

[hit me up with anything, B2 a bit of an ice queen for now so go with that if it helps!]

Chuuni AU

3. [A girl with a mask covering her eyes is handing out fliers that reads as follows "Resist the Machine Empire! Come to the local pizza place at 5 PM.]

Here take one!

[She shoves the paper in your face whether you want it or no.]

4. [That meeting? it was really just an excuse to eat out, seeing as BeBe have few friends, and have someone to talk to at the same time. When she finishes her third piece, she drags out of her bag a huge roll of poster paper that has a complicated page on it connecting seemingly unconnected things. She then smiles, lacking her black mask for once, and smiles.]

Lets get down to it, but where to start...

Edited 2017-05-23 22:11 (UTC)
hachitaro: (suspicious.)

Taro Watanabe | OC

[personal profile] hachitaro 2017-05-22 10:19 pm (UTC)(link)
[Flower Festival]

[Kei is a troll. He knows it, and most of the members of his team know it. He isn't here at the Flower Festival for admiring the displays. No, he has a different plan in mind.]

[A plan that involves jumping around the corners in the hedge maze at what is hopefully his Command Tower teammates and pelting them with foam arrows.]


Gotcha!

[Except sometimes it isn't. Guess who forgot to send out a notice that the team would be using it right now?]

[Dusk]

['Enter your name.']

[Kei's fingers fly over the on-screen keyboard before he can think, and the name there makes him frown, even as the screen boots up into something different.]


Taro: okay
Taro: who the fuck is taro
Taro: cause its not me
hachitaro: (unsure.)

School

[personal profile] hachitaro 2017-05-22 10:21 pm (UTC)(link)
[Kei has his foam dart gun with him, because of course he is. He's a King. So when he spots another player in a tree, he pulls it out and fires a shot at him, hoping to disrupt his thoughts.]

Come on, you'll be late for practice!
Edited 2017-05-22 22:21 (UTC)
bulletbiter: (this one is still my fave though)

[personal profile] bulletbiter 2017-05-23 02:37 am (UTC)(link)
[ For all he seems to be meditating, Julius seems surprisingly alert, shifting out of the way of the foam dart. ]

Alright.

[ He could have ran there, but. The blond vaults off the tree branch in a single fluid motion, rolling a little to dissipate the impact. ]
hachitaro: (sly smile.)

[personal profile] hachitaro 2017-05-23 02:41 am (UTC)(link)
[Now that's what he likes to see! He grins, going over to pick up the fallen dart.]

Keep it up and we'll be beating every team in no time. You're really good!

[He knows some Kings aren't great to their teammates, but that's never seemed right to Kei.]
bulletbiter: (I'M JUST REUSING OLD ICONS)

[personal profile] bulletbiter 2017-05-23 03:06 am (UTC)(link)
[ Julius plays as a Knight, so his agility is his forte despite his slim figure. His frame is entirely muscle. ]

Thank you.

[ Not a talkative one, this guy. But his voice is quietly appreciative. ]

Do you know what we'll be doing today?
hachitaro: (huh?)

[personal profile] hachitaro 2017-05-23 04:52 am (UTC)(link)
Ah, I thought maybe we'd try some new attack formations I was thinking up? Last game we didn't do as well on the attack phase as I had hoped... but that's what practice is for!
bulletbiter: (i still don't have a happy icon)

[personal profile] bulletbiter 2017-05-23 05:29 am (UTC)(link)
What sort of formations?

[ He's not entirely a follower so he's been known to pull off some unique strategies for going solo ]
decompiler: (◇ all over now)

royce bracket | transistor

[personal profile] decompiler 2017-05-23 07:19 am (UTC)(link)

festival of flowers.


[ With intentions as good as the promise had been empty, Royce flicks his gaze once more to the clock in the corner of his tablet GUI and accepts that he can already expect a scolding for breaking his word and staying behind this long, indoors, cooped up with the many programs and tools and sketches that make up his work while it's such a beautiful day out there. It's not as though it'd be the first time—friends and colleagues know Royce Bracket as man almost singularly devoted to his art, maybe to the point of social discomfort. Really, he'd said he'd come down more to get rid of the distraction of being asked than anything, and now would you look at the pickle he's in. A misstep, definitely a misstep of sorts.

Well... the activity seeping in from the campus down below (for his purposes, Green Valley's facilities are second maybe only to his own, and what alumnus wouldn't want to take advantage?) is certainly not without charm. Bustling gently, the many layers of voices on voices a cheery and nearly palpable flower-scented buzz through the open windows, and truly what is the point, Royce reasons to himself, of putting all this work into a city if you don't bother to enjoy it once in a while?

So that's it. It's settled, then. So begins Royce's descent down the nearest staircase, looking every bit like he could be faculty with his buttoned-up attire and the stack of materials under one arm. It's a testament to the fact that he's not faculty that he will be cheerfully observing any and all shenanigans that might occur around him without much judgment, as well as sparking up a cigarette as he eventually retreats to a polite distance away from the contest.

At least, this is the plan. ]


from dawn to dusk.


[ These murders, they're—well, "troubling" feels like an understatement, doesn't it, but they are troubling. That is certainly the case. He'd be lying if he said he wasn't interested in the why of it all. Bit morbid, as topics go, but... yet...

Anyway, he's been sleeping even less than usual lately. Is that why it feels like this? Like a dream. It's like he's not quite... himself, in a sense.

But it's less unusual than he would've guessed. Oh, he's definitely hallucinating, at least, phone glowing as if wreathed in fire, but then there it is: he's not alone anymore. Is he. It's...

Exciting, now, isn't it? ]


< !-- hello world? royce --! >


wildcard.


[ hit me! ]
Edited 2017-05-23 07:19 (UTC)
pathfinding: (most distant from each other)

Aleksandr Novak | OC

[personal profile] pathfinding 2017-05-23 02:35 pm (UTC)(link)
( A - Flower Festival )

Go figure the day he gets out of the hospital it's during a week he'd actually want to be outside. So rarely it hppens, and every other year the flower festival has come and gone with him glaring at the celebrations from half a city away. Now it's the one year he can actually do things for it, and after crossing off all the things he can't (amusement park is out due to stress, the other major events have too many people-

Actually no, Kris is out of every last possible fuck to give.

Instead he takes up shop sitting on a low-hanging branch, leaning down over the edge in a way that'll give palpitations to anyone with a self-preservation instinct - how is he even moving like that, fucker's worse than a cat - and busies himself helping kids make flower crowns out of the bouquets they've gotten. Once one kid gets it, their friends group runs off in a flurry to the tone of I'M AN EXPERT NOW and it's just so very, very mundane.

He missed people. This is nice.


( B - Dawn to Dusk )

Trying to function when your body doesn't want to is commonplace by now. It's usually the leaden weights of exhaustion or those weird white outs, but the headache isn't new of itself. It's mostly how irritating it is. By the end of the night he just skips dinner in favor of overdosing on the migraine meds and going to sleep early, never to wake until tomorrow.

Except he wakes up, but at least isn't the migraine that wakes him up - or it is, but not quite, still there, making those weird auras block out one eye, fabulous - it's that incessant buzzing and that weird orange light. He didn't leave the desk lamp on? No, it's his - why is his phone smoking? What?? There's a deep-seated panic that almost takes hold, almost throws his phone out the window - No. It's midnight. They have work in the morning. If you wake them up they'll be mad. Keep your mouth shut.

Also his alarm's on it and being late for class on the days he can get there is just lazy.

The rest is written off entirely as that half-asleep state one gets when you're sick, where the sky could start falling down around you and you wouldn't give a single shit because one of your eyes kind of itches.

Aleks: did someone switch my drugs???
Aleks: wait
Aleks: aleks
Aleks: what kind of shit alias is that


There's a rant at his fingertips but the world spins, and it's only being used to the feeling that keeps his grip on this side of the world. This is too much, he just got back, there's school in the morning, he's already behind on the exams-

Aleks: fuck it im going to bed
Aleks: not worth it



( C - Wildcard )

((OOC: Will change format to match who tags, feel free to bother me to make up some other prompt if these don't work, etc etc))
Edited (formatting error) 2017-05-23 14:36 (UTC)
hachitaro: (Default)

[personal profile] hachitaro 2017-05-23 02:38 pm (UTC)(link)
I was thinking... maybe more of a pincer attack? That way they have to split their defense. Then if we have a free person, we can have them just go down the middle or zig-zag.
bulletbiter: (Default)

[personal profile] bulletbiter 2017-05-23 03:15 pm (UTC)(link)
[ One thoughtful pause later... ]

You would need more than one speed-type attacker for that. Can [ insert names of the other knights here ] keep up?

[ Also... what if the opponents just ignored the pincer? Oh dear. ]
hachitaro: (ahahah!)

[personal profile] hachitaro 2017-05-23 04:02 pm (UTC)(link)
I think so? That's what practice is for! We need to figure these things out.
blackdogdown: (smokin (guts is punched by casca and loo)

Guts | Berserk

[personal profile] blackdogdown 2017-05-23 05:58 pm (UTC)(link)
"Yo." Someone slams a hand onto the branch, shaking it slightly. It probably wouldn't knock Kris off, probably. He wouldn't do something like that to his dearest little bro.

"You didn't tell me you were out of the hospital." Gabes grin can only be described as shit eating but as he leans back, squinting at Kris there's a flash of concern. Its a pleasant surprise to see him sure, but he hadn't heard that his brother would be in the city. "What gives? I would have picked you up."
pathfinding: (through manliness and lovely accord)

[personal profile] pathfinding 2017-05-23 07:16 pm (UTC)(link)
Probably.

It doesn't. A hand flies up on reflex to grab the base of the branch, already whipping around with that Scared Cat look he gets sometimes. Did he take someone's spot he doesn't want to get into a gang war-

But it's just Gabe. The panic wanes along with that kneejerk instinct to be flawlessly polite. He gets a matching asshole smirk and leaning backwards far enough to swat him upside the head. "Sure, I'll get dragged into a double suicide! I heard about how you totalled your first car."

It's less fluid than usual, out of practice a month will do that but it's unacceptable- but it's still an easy-ish slide from the current panic-inducing pose to landing on the ground. He still barely comes up to his shoulder.

All the better for Kris to punch him in the ribs. "And you never asked. They took my wallet. Buy me lunch like a good big brother."
blackdogdown: (smokin (guts is punched by casca and loo)

[personal profile] blackdogdown 2017-05-23 07:33 pm (UTC)(link)
The look of panic he gets from Kris is both gratifying and a little worrying. Woops. He takes the slap like a champ because its probably only fair.

"Ow." Totally monotone. He rubs his chin and grins, shaking a prosthetic arm at Kris. "Hey, don't you want a metal limb to? Cyborg master race, Kris. When Skynet happens you won't see me among the the dead."

Gabe's ribs are like rocks. He doesn't even flinch. "So whiny. They take your phone to?" He's still digging for his own wallet as he talks. "You good to eat anything or do you have some new list of restrictions? I'm not having you pass out after coffee again."
pathfinding: (through manliness and lovely accord)

[personal profile] pathfinding 2017-05-23 08:47 pm (UTC)(link)
"Actually, that means you'd be the first to die, because your Skynet cyborg arm would strangle you."

Got 99 problems but a sentient murderous prosthetic ain't one, ayyyyyy.

In an embodiment of safety lessons everywhere, Kris walks backwards during the conversation. Staring into space a bit at the first part. "Ah, right, I need to yell at her. The missus turned my data off after I broke the limit. Twice over."

Rip in pieces foster mom's wallet.

But the grin comes back even when rattling off the new rules. Normally talking about it is obnoxious at best, outright depressing at worst, but today's a good day. Still alive enough to risk a pollen nightmare next to one of the few good things to come out of the whole situation. Got to enjoy the little things sometimes.

"No dairy, nuts, or juice. Sodium cut as much as possible. Caffeine from six servings to two."

And both involved in the conversation know that last one is going to be ignored.
blackdogdown: (guts actually looks happy)

[personal profile] blackdogdown 2017-05-23 08:57 pm (UTC)(link)
"What? No way. I've treated this arm great. It owes me." He will not be betrayed by another essential aspect of his life. Not again. That is just to much.

Kris is going to trip but Gabe is not a nice enough brother to stop him. If he wants to land on his ass in public, that sure isn't his problem. "Jesus. What sort of shit you streaming kid? There is no way I'm letting you onto my plan." Especially now that it seems to have been compromised by some weird magic virus. No need to get his little brother involved in that headache.

"So eight servings of caffeine then?" His brother will die for his coffee and he knows it. "There's a fish taco place near here. That good?"
pathfinding: (the other they reach)

[personal profile] pathfinding 2017-05-23 09:05 pm (UTC)(link)
"I don't know... Have you waxed it lately? Get its nails did? Tell it it's pretty and special and there's no other cyborg arm like it?"

Joke's on Gabe, the brat's only saving grace at Anything is that reflexive recovery time. Wiping out is a myth. "They put me in the ICU for the first week. No wifi."

So it was streaming literally everything. "And don't lie, you wouldn't put me on your plan anyway. Too expensive."

The coffee bit just gets that one radiant smile that usually means something has broken in the worst way possible. The coffee remark is ignored otherwise. The last part is... he remembers most of that long list of Yeses and Nos but he also started zoning out around the point they said 'discharge' which was... right at the beginning......

Meh. #yolo

"Yeah, that's good. I promise not to destroy your allowance."
blackdogdown: (soft boy)

[personal profile] blackdogdown 2017-05-23 09:21 pm (UTC)(link)
He clinks the makeshift fingers of the thing in Kris's face. "This thing is archaic Kris. I can't even put fake nails on it. It gets a manicure when Eddens health care finally processes my upgrade request."

He nods. "You're right. You must be some kind of leech." His tone is still fairly affectionate, just to make his brother know he's kidding. Well. Mostly kidding anyway.

"Nah don't worry about it. What kind of brother would I be if I didn't treat you on the flower festival. Its not like I spend that shit on anything but painkillers and food." Gabe has never really been the sort to want things, gifts, expensive foods, even his own room. He ran and that was enough for him.
probablynoteren: (hey when you making your own icons)

u know what eon we're doing the thing

[personal profile] probablynoteren 2017-05-24 12:24 am (UTC)(link)
[He's prepared as best he could for today -- and this is hardly his first Eddan flower festival, he's been either attending or participating in them for almost his entire time as a student here! -- and Haruka is certainly the type to overprepare, but of course he's nevertheless been bowled over with everything since morning. Nobody can ever predict everything, not even when it comes to an event essentially dedicated to stationary green things.

They didn't prepare enough table settings, the coffee machine mysteriously chokes on someone's tie, a hapless contestant drops their prized begonias, the theater group wants to rearrange part of the float design before Friday -- the list is endless. At least he's not the only officer, and thus not the only one who hasn't actually seen a chair since early morning. He might be the only one who was up in the early morning being offered infernal(?) contracts by his phone, though.

Anyway, that's a lot of words to say that he's not so attentive to what he's currently doing as he might be -- he's already thinking of the next three things he needs to get to, at least one of which might involve a literal fire -- so you know what, Julius, you snooze, you lose. In other words, if you plant yourself at the base of any of their trees, you're going to receive the five-star leave-in treetment treatment--

Exhibit A: Local gardening club member waters fellow gardening club member diligently while small children stare. Sorry about your dry cleaning.]
Edited (words are hard) 2017-05-24 00:27 (UTC)
pathfinding: (there are two roads)

1/2

[personal profile] pathfinding 2017-05-24 12:58 am (UTC)(link)
Instinct says to back away as fast as fucking possible when something goes for his face, and two seconds after hits the 'wait stupid it's not Her' wall. The imbalance is easily turned into spinning on one heel and walking normally, like it never happened. "Sooooo all I got outta this is your hand isn't Skynet," laughter coming up in a few short chimes, before shoulder checking him and the expression of Nothing that everyone else gets comes back.

"If they're still messing with you, I can fix it. I just need the word."

It's fine if he gets wronged. He deserves it. That's how it should be. But not anyone else-
pathfinding: (the other they reach)

[personal profile] pathfinding 2017-05-24 12:58 am (UTC)(link)
Wait. No stress. Right.

A beat after it's back to the smiles like nothing happened, like it was just hallucination, all smiles and normalcy and he's not mad at all, "But I expect you'll say no again. Offer's always open!"

"More importantly, I still don't take painkillers. They're still ignoring me about it." Tap tap, the idle vibrations against the false arm to bring attention to it, "Hydrocodone again, upped to ten. I only need a few for emergencies, but the rest are yours. Might make that phantom nerve thing easier to tolerate."
blackdogdown: (soft boy)

[personal profile] blackdogdown 2017-05-24 04:38 am (UTC)(link)
Ah.

He messed up again didn't he? He's known Kris to long to not know the telltale signs of panic on his brothers face before he covers them up again. Gabe knows he's not the smarter of the two, but he's not obtuse.

He messed up again, but he doesn't know how to fix it. He's not...good with people. Not good with his brother. He tries, but Kris probably deserved some one less rough around the edges.

"Thats my line." What happened to the days when Gabe could fill the role of the more simple protector? He bumps Kris back, mindful of the arm and sighs. "No don't bother. It's not your trouble. My med care files all messed up because they're missing so much data. And theres the stuff about paying off this thing first, even with the insurance...."

He trails off into a depressing line of thought before he snaps up again. Tapping that just feels weird in a way he can't even explain. "Oh? Well look at you, little dealer. Not gonna sell a few to line your pockets? You honor me."
Edited 2017-05-24 04:39 (UTC)

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