+ ENTRANCEWAY TEST DRIVE MEME +

[vitaelamorte]

HAS THIS EVER HAPPENED TO YOU?!

You have a magnificent voice that is just waiting to be heard? You bring life and depth to a character in so many incredible ways? You are bursting with clever lines, thoughtful insights, and gripping plots? You are a rising star, a well-loved household name, a beginner with all the luck? You want an audience for your character, an ensemble to join you on the stage? THEN YOUR MOMENT HAS FINALLY COME!



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♥ ENTRANCEWAY ♥
TEST DRIVE MEME

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Comments

[radiopalkiller]

[ Philip does not sleep anymore much. He likes that somebody else volunteered to play nighttime driver though, before he could make a half-hearted offer of his own. He maybe does not like that Alistair talks for the both of them, that he literally talks for the both of them, while his telepathic powers are on event hiatus, and he is left with nothing but a travel-sized chalkboard and the accompanying white writing utensil.

Busy tinkering with their wagon's grandfather clock (Why did they bring a clock on this trip, Jesus Christ?) Philip's urgent boredom is interrupted by a question. He looks at Alistair, and frowns. He glances along the road, to the river ahead. He looks at the conclusion, and frowns some more.

Then it's time for the quiet screeching of chalk. ]

Yes. Will we have to?

[malkavialogist]

[ Alistair, meanwhile, has no such event hiatus. Because in a test drive meme, 'I do what I want' is the whole of the law.

He gazes at the chalkboard.

Heh! You'd hope the little mermaid would be able to swim, says one particularly grating and unfriendly voice from the vicinity of Philip's hand. Grout snorts softly. It's been calling Philip that since the trip began, and Grout would love to tell it that he's gotten the joke already, this trite and obvious jest at the expense of Philip's missing voice. What master riddlers the voices think themselves, while they deliver these one-note observations.

He peers at the words on the chalkboard. He has absolutely no intention of mentioning his invisible companions, of course. Luckily, this particular observation has a mundane source. ]

Simple logic, my friend. The country here is lush and green, with a healthy ecosystem of rabbits and rats, and apparently no shortage of rain. [ Though the less said about THAT, the better. He's still knocking mud out of his nice period-appropriate boots. ] And what are the veins of the natural world if not the waterways? We are going to hit upon a river or lake before this event is through, you mark my words. With luck our path will run parallel to it and it will prove a companion rather than a foe in our way, but my impression of events is that they rarely afford us luck, is that right?

[radiopalkiller]

[ Any avid geometrician would marvel at the flawlessly straight line that is Philip's mouth, and many a sculptor would stand in awe at the utter stillness of his features.

Philip reaches for the chalkboard anew. ]

So that's a 'maybe'?

[malkavialogist]

[ He could eat you. He could eat you right now and nobody would know. ]

I suppose in your unfortunate condition, a 'maybe' is a sufficient distillation.

[radiopalkiller]

[ Oh that's what we are doing okay. Okay. O k a y. ]

Tell you what:

[ It's a preface. Needs extra attention on the chalkboard. He writes it down, shows it to Alistair, and cleans it off meticulously. Next round: ]

When we get to the next settlement I'll find a merchant.

[ Show. Erase. Repeat. ]

I'll sell him our grandfather clock, and in exchange I'll get

[ There is a case to be made for communicating in a smaller font, but then again. Show. Erase. Repeat. ]

a bigger chalkboard, so I can keep up.

[malkavialogist]

[ First three words: single syllables. Continuing monosyllabic until -- oh, the tenth word, what a marvellous achievement for one so vocally truncated as yourself! But still, such simple sentence construction. 3/10, see Grout after class.

...Grout literally cannot believe he waited that long just to be sassed in low-quality handwriting. ]

I'm glad to see I can look forward to more and more of this light chalk dusting. [ He brushes an imaginary speck from his waistcoat to drive home the point. ]