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JANUARY TDM
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JANUARY TEST DRIVE The city of Recollé. A beautiful city with beautiful people. The place you call home. It's a wonderful home, isn't it? With everything you could possibly ever want right at your fingertips, why would you ever want to leave? In honor of this glorious city, the residents of Recollé are preparing for its annual Founder's Day celebration…you'll help out, won't you? I. Recollé Square is bustling with activity today and several residents are working together to pitch a large tent. Others are working together to decorate the fountain of the founders with flowers and streamers. Children and dogs run through the area and there's song in the air as everyone works together. Are you one of the people helping with the streamers? Or perhaps you're holding the ropes of the tent taunt so it doesn't blow away? Hey, maybe you're catering the whole event to feed those hard workers! The choices are endless…but you might want to catch those balloons that are starting to float away! II. Meanwhile in Chata, business is booming as everyone crowds the parking lot of Freshens trying to fight their way into the store. You really should have thought to buy your groceries much sooner. Everyone knows that Founder's Day is one of the best potluck days and, weather permitting, picnic days. Are you having any luck getting into the store? Is that the last rack of ribs? You better hurry and snag them! On the flipside, shop owners in Chata are busy setting up food stalls and merchandise tables in preparation of the main event. The smell of sweets and spices fills the air and you can't help but follow your nose to check it out. The vendors are all friendly and happy to give away samples of their goods in the hopes that you'll be back in a few days' time. Or maybe you're one of those vendors hoping to attract customers for Founder's Day. Do you have all of your supplies? Your permits? Is that teenager trying to steal apples from your produce stand? Everything's a little chaotic in the days before Founder's Day. III. The work doesn't stop there. Over in Tisse it's party central with flashing lights, sound tests, and a festive atmosphere that says the celebration's already started for several businesses. The line for Expressive is out the door with customers eager for their Founder's Day special. Be careful, you might have to finagle your way through the crowd. Throughout the day you may hear music and mic tests coming from the Atrium as the local schools work together during their dress rehearsal for the Founder's Day Pageant. You might even have an insider's look if you're one of the students in the pageant or one of the stage hands helping with last-minute set design, costume alteration or any of the other countless things that could go wrong. The employees at the boutiques inside the Towers are bustling as well, swapping their floor displays and handing out flyers and coupons to shoppers to encourage them to come back for their big sales. Maybe you are one of those employees and now you're dealing with some wicked papercuts, or maybe the smell of butter is seeping into your clothing as Flix opens its doors to an early marathon of historical films depicting the life and tales of the city. Tisse is most certainly the busiest of the districts today, but there's still so much to be done! IV. Most important of all, back in Tribunal Terrace residents will find Mayor Mayer out and about today which may seem unusual. The Mayor tends to stay inside City Hall keeping the city running from there, but today he's speaking with someone handling a large truck. People passing by may hear some scurrying from inside the truck, the sound of claws skittering on the metal floor, and…is that clucking? No, wait, now it's the sound of hoofs clomping and the whinny of a horse. What's going on in there? Maybe you should investigate and ask around. Employees working for the Mayor will only give you a strange look in response, and the Mayor himself is unavailable for commentary…but it can't just be your imagination, can it? Upon further examination and questioning residents will be told that these are horses for pony rides for the kids on Founder's Day, but that doesn't stop all of the weird noises. What on earth is going on? BONUS. Despite the festivities and the light-hearted mood of the city, it's still winter. Like all winters prior, it's chilly enough that you'll need a warm coat outside, but the storm season has passed. Instead, today in all districts there's a light flurry of snow falling, snowflakes gently twirling and landing on your shoulders and in your hair. It's not enough to stop the work, but it may send several people to crowd inside coffee shops for a hot drink or shops to take a break from the cold. Bet you weren't expecting that influx of business, were you? And later…much later, in fact, those carrying cell phones or tablets will feel a jolt from the device. A closer look will reveal that a new application has started to install itself on these devices, but you can't seem to open it right away. That's a bit odd, isn't it? It might be wise to check other devices in the city to see if the application's installed itself. Upon further investigation, though, you'll find only a handful of residents have the app installed. The app pops up on any public computer you may use but fades away the moment you log off. Strange, strange, strange. Once it fully loads on your device, you'll find that the app, Retrospec, appears to be a social media app with the option to friend people, share statuses, pictures, videos and more. Those sections are currently blocked out, however. Take some time to fill out your profile if you'd like; that portion of the application seems to be the only one that can be accessed currently. All other social media (Facebook, Twitter, and regular texting) are accessible, but the app itself stubbornly remains on your own profile page. Welcome to the As a reminder: as per our app rules, please try not to reference other characters in your threads or in your AUs if that character isn't being applied for! Our favorite example is as follows: if an Elsa from Frozen is being TDM'd, we ask that the player not reference her sister Anna by name unless an Anna is planning to TDM and be part of the same AU. Elsa can reference her younger sister in threads as much as she'd like if she has a sister in her AU, but we ask that names are not specified without having that character TDM'd and without the player's permission. Please also remember that posting to the TDM does not equate a reserve, which open on 1/18. The January 2017 TDM directory can be found here. The January 2017 Workshop can be found here. The mod questions comment is here. Our overflow post can be found here. |

Luke Castellan | Percy Jackson and the Olympians
[It's a problem. Founder's Day is always a problem because it's always crowded everywhere in the days before the celebration. He's currently fighting his way out out of Freshens with what looks a bunch of glassware, bottles of juice and soda and bar snacks all stacked up in a cart. The parking lot at least allows for some freedom and he pauses to search out his car.
How unfortunate that it's that moment he feels the jolt from his phone and he stops to take a look. How even more unfortunate that he neglects to pay attention to where he's stopped and his cart begins to roll away, picking up speed as it zips down the parking lot.]
Damnit! [The phone goes back in his pocket and he breaks into a run to chase after the cart, bags of chips and peanuts and maybe some fresh chicken wings bouncing out and trailing in the cart's wake. Are you there to witness this? Are you in danger of the runaway cart? Are you backing out of the parking lot and trying to avoid creating Castellan roadkill? Someone please save him.]
III.
[Eventually he gets back to Tisse where he works and lives, and anyone passing by will notice that the doors to the bar previously known as Milligan's are wide open. Newly named Cabin Eleven, Luke alternates between trying to hang a new sign up at the front of the bar and cleaning up the place. The ownership was passed to Luke roughly a month ago at the start of the year and new hours on the door show that there are hours non-alcoholic drinks are served and when happy hour begins. He's used to people popping in and out from friends, patrons of the bar and everything in between. For anyone who catches him outside, he'll look down from his ladder and give a slightly crooked grin.]
How's the sign look?
[And for anyone who joins him inside the bar they'll find that he's in the middle of rearranging tables and booths and bottles behind the bar itself. He's currently struggling to move a large round table on his own and will look up upon hearing the door.]
Think you can give me a hand with this?
Wildcard One
[Over in another part of Tisse, he's taking a break from setting up the bar for Founder's Day. The line to Expressive is currently out the door and looping around, but he's still one of those people waiting. He seems kind of frustrated and slips his hands in the pocket of his jacket, casting a glance at whoever might be behind him.]
Please tell me you're not here for the Special like the rest of these people.
Wildcard Two
[Taking a break from the bar, Luke's found himself wandering through Viea Village on his way home for dinner with his mom and his sister. He tends to come home a few times a week to visit with them before returning to his apartment above Cabin Eleven so this might not be unusual to some. Instead of heading straight for the neighborhood of fancy houses that he used to call "home", Luke can be found heading through Hollingberry Field more or less taking a walk through the snow. He'll stop to say hello to anybody who passes by, but he seems to be heading for the dog park…don't mind him. Later though after dinner he'll find himself dragged back to Tribunal Terrace with his family to help with the main set-up. He's pretty good for grunt work, picking up heavy boxes and tying things down. Feel free to snag him to help with anything you need.]
Wildcard Three
[Anything! Write me a prompt or leave me a comment and I can write you a prompt based on what we planned on the workshop!]
wildcard one!
What, d'you think I have time to wait in a line this long? [...] But you know, if you don't wanna stick around waiting for the special here, I can whip you up a drink for free. Like, "the Luke special" or something! It'll save you a lot of time, yeah?
[So Kiyomitsu's not a prospective customer, he's just A DIRTY CUSTOMER-STEALING THIEF. But hey, all's fair in love and barista battles...]
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I'm a pretty busy guy. How much time are we talkin' here?
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ii/bonus
In the split second that he slows down, he hears the rattle of the runaway cart before it smashes into his side at full speed. The bar on the bottom of the cart catches his ankle and sends him crashing to the cold, wet ground – where he stares, wide-eyed, as a bag of chips bounces off his shoulder and some fresh chicken wings fall to the pavement with a ghastly splat in front of his face.
. . .
Hey, at least the cart's caught where he is.]
I still can't believe you did this to me omfg
Man, I'm so sorry, are you oka--[But he pauses once he realizes that a.) his chicken wings are pretty toast and b.) this is Hizuru. He doesn't continue but he does glance at the cart and his foot.] Nothing's broken is it?
[That's literally the last thing he needs.]
just for you
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wildcard 1
[ dave strider will do literally anything his mother asks him to do. or anyone else in his family, after a bunch of teasing. so. this is not that surprising. he had just been playing some dumb rhythm game on his phone until luke spoke up, though, and now looks up to kind of take stock of his place in line.
he makes a face. ]
At this rate I'm not sure she'll get it before tomorrow, though.
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Wildcard 1
Sorry dude, but I got no good news for you. I'm here for the special.
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You know it's just hyped-up advertising don't you? [Sorry, Amy, he might just be like this.] Do we really know what's so special about the special?
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iii
Today though, just before he entered the building, he managed to catch some interest in the relatively-new owner's attempt at putting things in its place instead of the foods. )
A little bit to the left, I'd say. Just a little bit.
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What about now?
[not really but wildcard i]
[Why yes, Dante is in line for Expressive. Except he takes one look at Luke's face and...]
Not anymore, apparently.
[okay so ACTUALLY iii]
He's not expecting that the bars are going to be too busy. Not in the middle of the day. But when he comes upon the new Cabin Eleven, idly deciding to poke his head in and maybe bug the owner for a few minutes...
A faint look of distaste crosses Dante's face at Luke's request. He didn't come here to be put to work. But... he supposes it won't kill him.]
If I'd known you opening up the bar for underage kids meant being roped into this, I might've thought twice about coming in.
[Which time does he mean--now, or when the two of them first met? He isn't even sure he knows himself. But he is heading over to help Luke, taking the opposite side of the large table.]
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Still, he's leveling his grip on the table and nodding with his head as to where it needs to be hauled.]
You would've, sure, but you probably would've come in anyway. You can lift can't you?
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iii
[ it should be inhumanly possible for someone to sound this chipper, but it's jade wolf. she's staring up at luke from her spot on the ground, and with a grin, she bounds over to make herself busy by holding the ladder in place. jade is, if nothing else, always looking for a way to be helpful. ]
It looks great. "Cabin Eleven"... I don't know why, but it seems kind of fitting for this place! Are you helping the new owner set up? I heard they're going to let people under 21 in, so maybe we can hang out sometimes here. [ she's still grinning, and uh. there's a gaggle of dogs behind her.
...it's probably because she smells like beef jerky, but. ]
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Thanks. [Both for the answer and making sure he won't fall and hit his head. He can't help but chuckle as she continues talking, knowing he shouldn't tease her but also knowing he can't miss the opportunity to.] I guess you could say that. Guy's pretty old, doesn't know what's hip with kids these days. But it's a good idea isn't it? [It's not a surprise that Jade doesn't know yet. He hasn't quite announced it at large. He's about to say something else but uh. He hears a whimper from one of the dogs and he looks, eyeing them suspiciously before looking back at Jade.] I see you brought some friends already.
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ii/bonus
Whenever Luke finally catches up with his cart, Minako will try to catch his attention, still trailing after him and picking up what he'd lost. It's starting to overflow into her own groceries, in fact. Is he planning a party or something?]
Heyyyy! Got your stuff for you!
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No, Minako. Nobody would believe you, probably.]
Hey, thanks a lot. [He'll make sure his cart isn't in danger of rolling away again before he moves to start assessing what is and isn't his to transfer back over.] I would've gone back to grab it but this is a lot faster. [There's a short pause.] So...how much of that did you see, exactly?
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ii/bonus
And then there sure is a cart zooming down in his direction. Fortunately, he's not directly in its way, and he could just ignore the entire thing and let its poor owner chase after it, but his conscience/instincts kick in. Dropping his own bags (from which there may now be a few fruits and such rolling away), he grabs the cart to stop it in its tracks, albeit with a bit of a stumble.
Ta-da.
He hasn't quite noticed who said owner is just yet, for better or for worse. Right now, he's just glad that that didn't hit him, because his mother would've never let him leave the house again—]
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Thanks a lot. Did you know this parking lot is really huge? [He looks up from assessing the damage on his cart, finally noticing and blinking for a moment. It's...hard to say, really, if this is the same boy he once knew. So he won't say anything just yet. Instead, he gestures to an orange that's rolled away and stopped by Luke's foot.] Think you dropped a couple of things though.
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wildcard 2
Which is when she catches sight of a familiar figure and immediately picks up her pace to catch up with him.
The best distraction she ever could've asked for.]
Luke! You're visiting home?
[A wave hello!!
she probably didn't hear that you nearly killed her nii-chan with a shopping cart yet]
sorry about my wildcards???
how very dare you
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III
His stern expression doesn't change at the request that comes as soon as he walks through the door, but he makes his way over, tugging off his gloves and stuffing them into the pocket of his coat.]
I don't see why not. [He takes up position on the other side of the table, lifting it by the edge with a little effort.] Where is it going?
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III because I couldn't resist
I've only got one to work with, but I think I can help push a table. [He smiles at Luke to show he's not offended in any means, and strides over quickly to brace his good arm on the table.] Where is this going?
<3 always, I'm happy for it!
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II/bonus
WELP. That's one way to handle it??
Now he's turned his puzzled look on the cart, though.] Huh? Where did you come from?
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wildcard one CLEARLY, I NEED TO HARASS YOU, CLEARLY
[ not that starbucks has anything on expressive? fuck starbucks tbqh. ]
Not gonna lie, at this rate I feel like they're gonna run out of the ingredients to make it before we get up there.
never!!
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