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Test Drive: September 2019

Test Drive: September 2019—

§ instructions.

Welcome to the Test Drive for Forgotten Tales! This is to help interested players test out their characters in the game's setting and see if the essence they have chosen will actually work in game play. There are a number of prompts that try to touch on the kinds of settings and scenarios the characters may encounter. So here are a few things to keep in mind while on the test drive:

Feel free to use the current Workshop for help if you need it! Both the Workshop and the Test Drive are required for Registration.
Participating on the Test Drive does not guarantee a spot on either Claims or Registration.
Check the Character Roster and Essence List to see if your choices are not already taken.
Include Character Name and Canon in the subject line, and note somewhere within the toplevel your character's essence. It can be in the subject line if you already know what it is (so ex; Character | Canon | Essence). Side note: You are free to try more than one essence if you're on the fence. Just make sure to note which one you're using for that particular prompt.
Players are free to assume their characters have been informed of the very basics so you can skip all that if you'd like.
Only the "In the Index" prompts of the Test Drive can be carried over in its entirety, but you can alter the story based ones as "stage play" settings within the Index if you wish to carry over that interaction as well.
Don't forget to refer to the Game Info for how the mechanics work.
Registration will open October 1. Claims will open September 24.

Most of all, have fun! Feel free to invite those you may think would be interested to participate in the test drive.

§ prompts.

¶ I. In the Index. When not out adventuring or playing character roles in stories, the Aspects will have some downtime within the Index, the central hub of the Realm of Stories. Here they can explore the city, read up on other stories, socialize with fellow would-be heroes, learn more about the essence, or even just do nothing at all. Any threads and CR made with "Index" prompts can be carried over into the game.

A. Out in the City. Life in the Index can range from the mundane to the extraordinary depending on which area one travels to. Because it is a hodgepodge of many different stories from numerous cultures, one can never be sure what they may encounter even on an average run for groceries.
1. Phantom Troll Booth. It's common knowledge that trolls enjoy their bridges and asking for unwary travelers (or in this case, average pedestrians) to pay some kind "toll" to pass over. Of course that's less of a necessity within the city itself, but there are some who like to prank people and others find bridges outside to continue their somewhat lucrative "business." There is one troll in particular, however, who has taken their "occupation" a bit far. Instead of paying to use a bridge, he offers a magical blue phone booth to instantly send a person to their desired destination. All for the "modest" fee of ten gold coins. However, instead of sending them to that location, everyone winds up in a random farmer's pig sty. Yeugh! Will a character be a victim or chase after this devious troll?
2. Do You Know the Mutton Man? After a day or so, everyone will have heard of "Jerry the Mutton Man" and that reputation is not favorable. For whatever reason, this young hooligan is pitching out freshly made mutton and chucking it at random people on the streets while shouting, "MUTTON, FRESH MUTTON!!" before laughing and running away. It gets worse when other brats decide to join in the "Mutton" campaign. Someone better take care of this before some of the more "carnivorous" residents of the Index decide to take matters into their own hands (or paws). After all, what a waste of good mutton!
3. Katamari Dagoosey. Old MacDonald’s golden goose has gotten loose, and while the bird is gorgeous to look, it IS a goose. And when golden geese are stressed out, they make EVERYTHING they bowl over stick to them. By the time it reaches the Index, the goose is surrounded by a story-tall conglomerate of unfortunate people, scenery, and even the odd cow. The only solution is to roll the ball through the town back to old MacDonald’s farm, where the land has an anti-sticking spell. Rolling and steering a ball THIS big, though, might be a two-person job.
B. Essence Practice. Suddenly inheriting the abilities of another person while losing most of your own at the same time can be quite jarring. Picking a place to test out these newfound powers or even going to the Library to read up on the essence's story may help glean some clues as to what they can do.
C. Try Out the Journal. The journals are unique to this world and the sole source of communication for everyone. Feel free to give it a try, either by sending a random message out or even a doodle.

¶ II. London Bridge is Falling Down. A classic nursery rhyme with rather dark roots, the Aspects will find themselves facing the bridge in a strange, chaotic state of constantly breaking apart and crumbling. Only the ends appear to remain stable, but that could change at any second.
There are no real roles here, so they are tasked with eliminating the Erasers trying to tear the bridge—and thus the rhyme itself—and stabilize the environment. Just mind the weather. For a lot of the time it will be raining, but there will be occasional patches of sun.

A. Falling Down, Falling Down. There are numerous reasons for the bridge breaking apart, from the Erasers physically attacking it to the ground itself shaking from constant earthquakes to the pitch black water rising up to slam into the brittle stones. But what's even more pressing is the fact that there are people trying to cross through. Apparently the bridge is actually a functioning one and it's the only way the people who live within this rhyme can leave. While the knights of the Index are valiantly trying their best, many of these people need help trying to cross over and fending off the attacking Erasers.
B. Build It Up with Iron Bars, Gold, and Silver. Although stone and wood is available, the key materials they need to use in rebuilding the bridge are iron, gold, and silver. There are plenty of iron bars scattered around to grab and try to fit into place, but the gold and silver have to be found underwater. As to how these all fit, there are workers on the scene who will do that for them, but for the most part they look like puzzle pieces with the bridge's original "outline" just barely visible. Find the place and stick it in.
C. My Fair Lady. In the middle of it all, there are sightings of an eerie, ghostly woman dressed in white that appears at random spots of the bridge. From the distance she looks harmless and some believe her to a kind of faerie queen... But in reality, the "lady" is a fearsome wight and will attack all who come near. Those who use their abilities from their Essences will be able to do more damage than just plain weapons.

¶ III. Scene Snippets. The following prompts are various scenes styled similarly to those designed for the campaigns. Two characters are randomly assigned a role and must "act out" the scene. It can be assumed they are given the basics, but they are free to act however they wish. There is no real script or set direction, and they will have full access to their Essence abilities. Roles are not gender limited, so go wild. You are also free to create your own scenes or play within the general setting of the provided stories, even if they are not specified. Everything here is just a "guideline" and characters can act and behave however they would if dumped into the setting.

A. Anansi Wins the World's Stories. The Aspects are dropped in the middle of a thick rainforest to help recreate one of the Storyteller's favorites: how Anansi the Spider—trickster hero of the Ashanti people—won the world's stories from the sky god Nyame. In order to do so, they have to recreate a few of the spiders' impossible tasks: one Aspect will play Anansi, while their partner will either double team with them to make the task a bit less impossible, or play as Anansi's hapless opponent.
1. Rope a Dope. Anansi's first task is capturing the gigantic but vain Onini the Python. Anansi and Onini need to argue over whether the snake is shorter or longer than a fallen palm tree before Onini allows himself to be measured, giving Anansi an opportunity to tie him to the branch "to keep him straight." Hopefully the web shooters in Anansi's costume won't gum up... or accidentally tie up the wrong target...
2. Cat's in the Cradle. Here the Aspects will team up as the spider god in order to catch Osebo the Leopard, who thanks to the Story Eater's doing has been transformed into a VERY large, VERY feral Blot monster. The tricksters will have to work fast to build a pit trap lined with spider silk netting for the beast… and someone MIGHT need to serve as bait… Once Osebo falls into the pit, however, all the Aspects need to do is volley insults at it in order to make it thrash and tangle itself even more. That webbing should hold just fine, right?
3. Hey! Listen! Anansi's last opponent is very different from the rest. While Onini and Osebo rely on their physical might, Mmoatia the Fairy is small but armed with a hair trigger temper and the power to turn invisible. BUT instead of a weakness for yam paste and good manners, this Blot of Mmoatia is attracted to lost travelers, doing her best to "guide" them back to her lair with her dulcet voice. While one Aspect plays Anansi and tries to guide their partner through the jungle, the other one will play Anansi's "puppet" and do their best to follow Anansi and disobey Mmoatia enough that the fairy will get mad and dive at them. What the fairy DOESN'T know is that the puppet's costume will also include a nice, sticky layer of gum paste, and if all goes right the fairy will tar baby herself to the puppet. Careful, though, she has a pretty good right hook.
B. Create Your Own! No need to limit to what we provide. If there's a particular story, scene, or even setting that you think would be fun, go for it! You can even use the story your character's essence is from. Other options are any of the scenes and settings from our previous campaigns and side stories.

¶ IV. Mix it up. This is the "wildcard" prompt. Feel free to take any of these prompts and make them more of your own, or pull from an entirely different story. As mentioned you're free to use any of our previous stories or other events. Just have fun with it!

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(( as can be seen, after thinking on the great suggestions from my workshopping comment, i've landed somewhere Essence-wise! it feels like a good organic mesh, and leaves room for some boat powers, which i love the idea of! plus who knows, maybe he could get a quirk of 5% more patience... ))

I A 2.

[ Most things like this start with Donald Duck simply trying to live his life. He's doing the best that he can with the being-in-this-world situation-- disgruntled over not wanting to be here, mainly, what with having important things to care about back home. But it's a disgruntlement that's been expertly pared down to a fine, resigned simmer.

If there's one thing he knows, it's that wanting doesn't change what's possible in cold hard reality. Does he dislike that? Yes. Can he, following a lifelong formula, do anything about it right now? No. In the meantime, he'll just.

Do something with himself, he guesses.

Try not to worry about the chance of something happening at home and the real him not being there for it. (He's failing. And worrying.) From the sound of things, it won't be long before some creepy magical Eraser problem comes along and he can work some frustration out.

Anyway, he gets muttoned with some regularity. That's the real point of this. Donald Duck luck strikes with an almost uncanny and sentient-unto-itself precision. He takes a lot of issue with the Mutton Man, which takes the form of gamely trying to hurl hunks of meat at the back of Jerry's head while he runs away at first. As things branch out into multiple young perpetrators, he ups his game. He activates... Lecture Mode. He hurls lectures after young people, shaking his fist in the air and everything. ]

Hey, you little-! Where are your parents?! You could get people hurt playing around like that! And you're wasting food!

[ GOT EM, GOOD WORK DONALD.

Sometimes this requires Donald, a 3-4 foot tall duck in a bespoke naval uniform, to hop up onto a nearby piece of furniture or what have you beforehand, but sacrifices have to be made for the greater good!

Are those hooligans laughing at him because they don't respect authority, or simply because they have no idea what he's saying? Great question. Even he doesn't know for sure. ]

II A.

[ Oh, wow. He was vaguely promised things to fight, which he banked on for some stress relief and appropriate anger-channeling avenues, and it's been delivered. Weird vehicle for delivery. But beggars can't be choosers. And Donald would feel bad trying to stay in his lane and not get involved, what with all the innocent people being in danger and him theoretically being here specifically to do this kind of thing.

The more that's hypothetically accomplished, the better his odds of going home soon, right? The less damage these things are allowed to do, the less likely they'll go on to do damage to his home or his family.

Fighting is still like riding a bike. One of those few things he knows he's actually good at. As much fighting as anyone can manage with only their own two fists and a lot of gumption to their name. Like, a lot. He is a flurry of angry quacking noises and punching Erasers. Weapons whomst? He doesn't own them. Probably kind of wishes he did have one, just for the sake of effectiveness. Donald will be broadly trying to watch the backs of his teammates by circumstance while they're all here going at it. Common courtesy.

But he might also be the screechy, feathery blur that just used (or tried to use) someone near him as a personal launchpad, with aims of kicking an Eraser in the general face zone. It's pretty up in the air. He's having a time. ]

II B.

[ Maybe having a power will actually come in handy? This is, for the broad sake of being able to mix it up on the test drive, going on the assumption that it's taking place a bit after he's figured out what his power is and how to access it at the most basic level.

What's Donald managed, you may ask? None other than... a dingy-looking rowboat. Look, it's a start. It's more magically-summoned boat than he could scrounge up back home.

Some of these pieces need to be found underwater, after all. It's good to be able to move around a little more freely, and to contribute to this part of the effort. He's a good swimmer. Kind of part of his whole deal. He's not quite "dive on down to the bottom of a raging river and retrieve gold and silver bars safely" level. So he's assuming people are going to have powers more aimed towards that, or something. ]

Does anyone need a ride out? Remember, I'm not gonna turn around halfway just because someone changed their mind.

[ It's also nice just to help ferry anyone willing to take their chances on a little rowboat to the other side, weather and circumstances willing. In theory. He sounds a lot more "let's get this over with ASAP" than "gung-ho helpful hero" in the execution. Another day, another shenanigan and all that. ]

[Why is it that these two are always getting into a fight with someone - or something? It's the way of the Duck siblings, that's why. Short tempers and protective natures, all that...

But really, is the reasoning important? It's fun! At least, Della is having a blast - until her brother springboards off of her head. Wow. What a brother!]

Donald!

[Donald's certainly not the only seaworthy duck here who can summon a boat. It has a mast and everything! ...Sure, it looks like someone's personal sailer from about a hundred years ago and isn't much bigger than the rowboat but it does its job. Which at the moment is carrying gold bars rather than ferrying people back and forth.

Of course, when its owner resurfaces from the deep with another load, it's easy to see just why it was being tasked with that.

Scrooge, peg leg seemingly no detriment to repeated dives, pushed the bars up onto the deck before hauling himself up in kind. Though his boat had a sail the wind was too finicky to rely on it, and so he took up the oars and started to pilot it to another spot, for roughly ten seconds anyway. Then he leaned over the side and, practically sticking his beak into the water, seemed to scan this way and that like a platypus looking for its dinner in the depths. Nope, nothing. Better try another spot.

Engaged in this strange combination of row-and-scan, he naturally doesn't keep any eye on where he's really going, and boat is naturally going to meet boat, and rather roughly too. Jostled by the (thankfully) low speed ramming, he whirled around with a glare like the stormy sea.]

Watch where you're goin' with that dingy skimmer!

[Naturally, it's also not his fault.]

I-A-2

[Magica's encountered the mutton nonsense three times today, and she's about to lose her marbles. If she hears the word mutton one more time, she will pull out all her hair.

As she grumbles along her walk, one of the local children begins heading her way. Now, this may or may not be one of the Mutton-minions. Magica doesn't know, but she's not taking that risk, as the mere sight of them has now made her suspicious - so she decides to kick in her new powers (bless you, circe) and transform into a lion.

And roar. Very loudly. Into that child's face. Hope this fairy-tale land has a therapist somewhere.

Satisfied, she poofs back into her normal form with a sigh.]

Oh, I feel SO much better now. Maybe I could actually go for some mutton, that worked up an appetite.

[As punishment right now, she still has the lion's tail, though she appears oblivious to this.]

||-B-1

[Helping people out? Not really her style. She needs to cross that bridge, though, and decides using her essence is the best way to do it. She misses her flying broom, but this will have to do. She takes a running start, then jumps, expecting to poof into a bird -

...except it doesn't *quite* work out how she thought it would. Only her arms poof into black raven wings, and she lands with an undignified THUD on the ground.]

... Ow. Urgh... I guess this is how Ratface felt when he was a baby... Okay, let's try that again!

[If not stopped (or mocked) she will keep trying and failing.]

|||-A-2

I'm working as fast as I can! I've never had to make traps without magic before!

[HARD WORK SUCKS. But she's doing her best, working the netting with her fingers while keeping an eye out for the blot. How much time do they have? She doesn't want to admit she's nervous.]

I don't know how people do this... it's so much work! As long as it holds you, we shouldn't need too much more, right?

[That's right, she's up and making you bait. You want to be bait, don't you?]

[Kokichi may be a teenager, but his looks and mannerisms were enough to make people think he's about four or five years younger than he actually is.

Most of the time, he could use this to his advantage (especially since he found himselves in the clothes of a street urchin or something) but nothing beneficial can be gained from stumbling upon a duck lady who suddenly turned into a freaking lion.]

WOAH! [To be fair, he needs therapy for worse things than lions roaring in his face and hurting his ears, but the knee jerk reaction still involves stumbling backwards to avoid the lion's wrath.

The initial shock fades as the lion shifts back into a duck, but it's that comment about mutton that makes him decide to have some of his own fun.]

Ya know, if you're that hungry for mutton you could always go to that mutton throwing guy.

I-A-1 (with a bit of 2)
[Okay, being thrown into some kinda fairytale isekai was not something Kokichi expected to happen to him. At all. That in itself wasn't so bad considering the dire situation he was in before this, but why the heck did his "essence" have to give him actual donkey ears? It felt ridiculous! But if he has magic powers, maybe he could magic them to normal human ears-

Except the exact opposite happens. Instead of going full human, he went full donkey.

Is this some kind of joke? He doesn't find the multiverse making an ass of him funny.

At least there's a silver lining. By now he's noticed that troll scamming people with a magic phone booth... Perhaps he can take advantage of his new form for something similar?

Soon enough, he's managed to strap himself into a single-horse cart stolen from some poor farmer and is now parading around with it, close to where that troll happens to be.]

DONKEY RIDES! [Kokichi announces, thankful he at least got to keep his voice,] CHEAP RIDES FROM THE MAGICAL PATHFINDING DONKEY! ONLY FIVE GOLD COINS!

[No, he does not have pathfinding as a power. Yes, he is planning to drive whoever falls for this all over town.

By the time he gets tired of that (or when he gets chased off the troll's stomping grounds, whichever comes first) he ends up joining the Mutton Man's cause. You thought kids throwing mutton at you was bad? Try kids throwing mutton at you from a cart being pulled by a speeding jackass!]

II B
[So it turns out Kokichi's able to regain human form after spending about an hour or so as a donkey. The ears don't go away, but he's able to hide them under a newsboy hat fairly easily.

Plus, he does get boosts to his strength and endurance in human form, which is pretty nifty when you have to haul a bunch of heavy metal to a broken down bridge in the rain. Not that he particularly likes this job, but given the choice between building the bridge and fighting off the hordes of Erasers with nothing but your fists and/or hooves, he'll take the construction job.

Now here's the problem. The gold and silver parts are underwater. He does not think he will be able to dive in and pull it out himself.

So when he needs to bring the workers gold or silver, he begins to pout.]

Oh man, I really wish I could! But my evil stepmother cursed me to drown if I ever go too deep into any body of water!

[Yeah, he's lying his way out of it.] It's TERRIBLE! I can't even go to the pool without worrying about DYING! Maybe you can get someone else to go get the gold instead?

III A 3
[Now, this is more like it! He quickly assumes the role of Anansi, leaving the poor schmuck paired up with him as his puppet.

He's already grinning a mile wide as he sets his sights on his target.]

Alright pal, you do exactly what I say and we'll have that fairy stuck to you in no time!

WILDCARD
[Here's the workshop comment if you need it. Feel free to hit me up at

nyanka for contact or plotting!]

Hm?

[Now she's no longer pissed off, she can be kinda sort amiable?]

... Weren't you one that mutton-moron's minions?

Who, me?

[Now, he could be truthful. Or he could be a troll. Guess which option he goes for.]

You, lady, are sadly mistaken! As the leader of an evil organization, I wouldn't be caught dead taking orders from some bozo who plays with his food!

[Leader of an evil organization? In her world, that can mean anyone from the Phantom Blot to the Beagle boys.]

Is that right. Sorry.

[She's not all that sorry, more something she's saying to make him go away.]

[ In this world, it's spring or be sprung from.

Donald doesn't have a graceful move on the agenda so much as he's creating an opportunity to personally slam his head into something especially tall. Tried and true classics and all that. Why have a skull this thick otherwise? ]

What? I needed a boost!

[ He's missed her so much. ]

[ Deja vu. How very "jettison that jalopy" of this day. Does he have a secret magnet in his body that attracts being yelled at by the Scottish?

Peg-legged, bearded Scottish ducks. That's a new sub-niche, admittedly. Weirdly pirate-like.

It's rainy. Visibility is weird, the waters are choppy, there's a lot going on. Little collisions were bound to happen. Donald ignores all of this in favor of doing what he does best: arguing right back. ]

Why don't you watch where you're going? I have to sit backwards to row!

[I. A-2]

[He hears it before it happens - and even if he didn't, his reflexes were still fair. Dodging aside, he blinks when a chunk of mutton flies past him, his eyes darting back to the individual that almost struck him.]

[... It's a child? Why would they do that?]

[He doesn't even get the chance to ask before they take off at a sprint, cackling. But now that he's been made aware, it seems like he's not the only victim of almost mutton-clobbery.]

[Doesn't look like there's only one kid throwing meat either. That's unfortunate, and a waste of food. He might as well do something about it; those fools didn't know what trouble they could get in otherwise.]

[I. A-3]

[He's again questioning why he agreed to help this 'Story Teller' when he sees the giant ball. There's people, there are buildings, one odd cow, and aggravating honking coming from the center of it all albeit muffled. He takes a moment to stand and watch it, taking note in the fact it wasn't really rolling anywhere now.]

[It did, at some point, move, but cautiously approaching, there seemed to be someone holding it - no, attempting to push it. They had it stopped at least, but what would they do with it at this point? Did it belong somewhere? Maybe whoever was attempting to move it or just hold it in place would feel him staring.]

[II. A]

[It's the only bridge he could see. While puzzling, if it's the only 'safe' passage across the river infested with Eraser, he could understand the issue. However, he doesn't really escort people - only tell them to hurry while he does what he knows best: fight.]

[It doesn't even matter if the Erasers were in the water; the moment he caught sight of one, he was after it. If someone required two people to help them across the bridge, it might be a good idea to stop him before he dove back in for the next monster.]

[II. B]

[It didn't seem like everyone was jumping at the chance to dive into the river and gather the needed materials to repair the bridge. Considering though they'd just driven off Erasers mere moment's ago could reasonably explain that however; and if they were to come back, fighting while carrying iron, silver, or gold wouldn't be for the inexperienced.]

[If someone else wanted to parse out puzzling the bridge back together, he didn't mind going into the water and gathering what they needed. Saved him the trouble of having to stop. If any specific metal was needed, they would have to tell him; otherwise, he was bringing back the first one he saw and leaving it on the shore.]

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[OOC: When tagging, put in the subject line which essence in order to test that one. It's likely powers won't actually be used, but if at some point he mentions, then I can answer.]

((OOC: Like I said on the Workshop, Scrooge will be pulled post-"Last Crash of the Sunchaser" so he's gonna be pretty upset...mostly at himself. He also has powers from Odin and one eye is closed as if constantly winking at everyone. I'm still trying to figure out if the eye is just changed to look like a raven's eye or outright gone.))

I - B

[It's difficult to navigate when you view the world with only one eye. You have no depth perception whatsoever. Everything is a flat image.]

[Still, he's learning to adapt, a massive raven sitting perched on his shoulder that gazes steadily out at the world. It's a bit of a different perspective, but at least he's able to see things with a bit of actual perspective.]

[He raises his hand to scratch the raven's chest. Well, at least animals are always reliable, right?]

[He turns slightly as another raven caws.]

Who's there?

I - C

[Scrooge is intrigued by the journal, but there's so much to say to people who likely aren't here. (Why would they be?)]

[Finally, he writes in very careful block print:]

Is there some way to tell if someone is here or not?

[This is stupid. Nobody's going to answer. And even if they do, guaranteed he'll find nothing in the end.]

II - C

[He's glad he's practicing with his new powers. Otherwise facing down the wight would be even more of a fool's errand than it already is.]

[Huginn and Muninn are flying overhead to try and spot her, Scrooge sitting on a still-present part of the bridge so he didn't end up getting dizzy and lost.]

Good news: Muninn just found her.

[He gets up from his seat and begins walking, holding out his arm for Huginn to land on it. His steps even out a bit with that extra set of eyes.]

IV

((OOC: Open to pretty much anything if you've got an idea for a thread!))

Edited 2019-09-13 00:13 (UTC)

Donald, can you take this elsewhere?

[Isa doesn't really appreciate having a three foot duck suddenly taking up all the space of the table he was using.

But perhaps that's just a hazard of knowing Donald.]

I-B

[On an average day, you're likely to find Isa at a medicine shop, apothecary, or even just the grocery store, selecting ingredients to make into his elixirs.

What ingredients to pick seemed to mostly just be an intuition thing for Isa, but there was an element of experimentation, since not every elixir came out the way he wanted.

Today he's found staring intently at a shelf of ingredients.]

Which of these do you think would be better suited for a sweet mochi?

[Okay, so he's not always out shopping for ingredients for elixirs]

Wildcard

[Have another idea]

[ooc: Workshop comment over here]

I A: Katamari!

[Percy.....well. Maybe previously he might have been able to just summon a storm or a wind at least strong enough to push this huge ball of....er...people and animals and buildings and who knows what else, back where it all belongs. But he doesn't quite have that ability. Or at least he has not yet practiced enough to regain that sort of power.

So he sticks to initially just kind of staring for a moment because this sure is a sight. Even if he has been faced with monsters and all sorts back home.

It's only after he has been staring for a bit that he approaches more and attempts to help push it back to the farm.]

Come on, move....!

I B: Essence Practice:

Okay.....this is like back home at Camp. Learning to use my demi-god powers....I got this.

[And well. While said powers might be similar to his back home, that doesn't mean Percy doesn't need the practice. It might come easier to him than if he had powers relating to say, fire or something as opposed to his usual water affinity, but even so.

That doesn't stop his attempts to control some of the water outside to end up drenching him. His hair drips and his clothes darken from the water splashing down at his shoulders and his front.]

I C: Journal:

[So, Percy isn't necessarily used to this sort of thing. Writing or whatever, it reminds him of school. Still, he does open the thing and doodle reminders of home at least.

Namely, the Trident of Poseidon and writing SPQR. Both Camps, Half Blood with the Greeks and the Roman Camp, Jupiter, were home. As much as anywhere without his mother present could be home. Or as much as anywhere in Camp Jupiter's case without Annabeth could be. He's still figuring this place out, and he might not even necessarily intend for everyone to see his drawing, his nostalgia.]

It sure isn't Annabeth's laptop. But at least we have something to talk to each other. This doesn't seem way tech that it will lead the monsters to help them track us....

[He says aloud, to himself.]

II: London Bridge

B:

Any particular metals we are looking for or just whatever we can find to help figure fixing it for now?

[Because yes, Percy is in his element. Literally, when it comes to the water. So he is quite happy to help in going diving (no he does not need any gear) to go get some supplies if necessary. He doesn't even bother to undress some or change into a swimsuit, jumping into the water in his jeans, sneakers and orange t-shirt.]

Wildcard:

[Any other ideas? Feel free!]

Edited 2019-09-13 07:52 (UTC)

[Assuming she could get rid of him that easily was her first mistake.]

You should be! If this was my world, I could send my subordinates after you for that! [He scoffs, putting on a show of indignation.] Though... That is a rookie mistake, so I'll play nice this time...

[Then he catches a glimpse of the lion's tail... And smirks.] So watch your back.

[A part of him is kind of glad he's not the only one who got random animal parts. But hey, at least the donkey ears were able to be hidden under a hat.]

[Here's some good news: the magic journal works. However, the person who replies has somewhat sloppy handwriting.]

You got me. [Followed by the doodle of a stickman shrugging.]

[Not taking off your clothes for this? Kind of weird, but Kokichi needed someone who could go diving like that.]

Gold and silver! Just find some gold and silver and I'll go take it to the bridge people, okay?

So, shiny. Got it!

[Percy is just so used to being able to not let himself get wet if he doesn't want to, as part of the whole son of Poseidon thing. So he doesn't think twice on just jumping right on in and underwater like this. He goes down to dive and emerges with some silver metal that may or may not actually be proper silver.]

Like this?

[This is a philosophy Della can get behind, she just can't get behind being the "be sprung from" type. She snorts at his simple explanation, grinning wide as she rolls her eyes.]

Well, get a boost off one of the erasers, then, you big palooka!

[Of course, this isn't distracting her from the fight - she won't let that happen. On an impulse - because how else does she do anything, really? - she shifts her arms to wings, thank you Icarus essence, and flies up.

If asked, she'd say this is for a better view and for dive-bomb-style attacks. She wouldn't mention it's also so Donald can't jump off her again - but it totally is.]

[Hey, Della makes the just-wings-in-place-of-arms thing work fine! As she flies overhead, she notices Magica on the ground, and with all of her great maturity and poise... Cracks up, circling overhead like a vulture.]

Aw, come on! You're not giving up that easily, are you?

[Oh, Hunk so is not feeling good about this. Not at all, no.]

Are you sure about that? I mean... Really sure?

[Hunk also feels like this is a huge waste of food! He notices Oswald nearly get hit, and heads over to him.]

Nice dodge; you okay? And, uh, any ideas as to why they're doing this?

[Oh, this is totally in Hunk's wheelhouse, and he smiles as he points out a couple different ingredients.]

I mean, I've never made mochi - yet - but I've had it once or twice.

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Test Drive: September 2019

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