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[vitaelamorte]

SEPTEMBER/OCTOBER TEST DRIVE MEME
It's Chinese for 'Japan.'






Prompt A: Serious Event

A memory is displayed. It's yours, the most traumatic of your life whether it was a terrifying clown encounter or the death of someone you love. It's on a loop for everyone to see. You can enter the memory and take your own place, but no matter how hard you try, you cannot alter the outcome. You're forced to try in vain to change what happened or watch until you decide it's too much and walk away. If you can.

Prompt B: Lighter Event

Welcome to Storybrooke.

You've lived in a quiet town in Maine for as long as you can remember. You are a fishmonger or a diner employee, perhaps you work at the hospital. Whatever you do and whoever you are, it's not the real you. You are cursed and you know no other life outside of Storybrooke.

When the curse breaks (either from True Love's Kiss or, in a more TDM friendly, handwaved way), you have two sets of memories: who you were, and who you are. Do you choose to accept all that you were cursed to believe, or would you rather slip back into your old life? The choice is yours.

Prompt C: ediS rorriM

Use this prompt to test out your mirrors. Are they loyal to the new White Queen or do they think she's too good to be true? Do they long to cross over or spend their days tormenting reals? Whatever the scenario, know that the Queen is watching, and let that guide you - or not.

Prompt D: Choices

Any scenario goes! Thread out your character's arrival, have them act like a long-established resident, let our past events inspire your scene, or write up literally any Wonderland-based scenario you feel like playing with.

Rules

Test drive memes go up every other month. Please note that any threads made as part of the test drive meme don't count towards your activity check, and they can't be used as samples for any future applications. Thank you for understanding, and have fun!



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Cruella DeVil | OUAT

[cruelladevil]

Storybrooke, ofc

Well if you didn't want an honest opinion about your ass in that dress you shouldn't have come into my shop you hippopotamus!

[ And this, ladies and gentleman, is Cruella DeVil, decidedly uncursed as one of our villains in this story. You see, she landed in Storybrooke after taking a portal, escaping who knows what after probably pissing it (or him or she) off. But she pretends well, and she's currently Veronica Blake, owner of Diabel, Storybrooke's most expensive, high-end fashion store.

Now, she leans against the side of her building, long cigarette in a holder in hand and watching people go by. She's wrapped in a fur against the gray sky and catches your eye, perhaps even flirting a bit. ]

Well, hello there, darling. Come for a bit of good taste?

Dylan Andrews | Red vs Blue

[ourcurrency]

Storybrooke AU

[This isn't Dylan's dream. She wanted to be a journalist, not a PA on some shitty scifi movie that's filming in Maine for some reason. But a living's a living, and Sidney Glass still hadn't accepted any of her articles, and her blog hasn't gotten off the ground. At least this will look good on her resume.

She can be found running to the set with coffee, or scouting locations, or, on her rare days off, sitting at Granny's, a laptop in front of her and papers spread out, as she tries to write an article that will actually take off.

It has to happen eventually.]

Video

[Dylan stand in front of the camera in full armor, though she's not holding a gun at the moment. She nods at the camera.]

I'm Dylan Andrews of Interstellar Daily. Where I come from, I'm a war journalist. I've traveled the galaxy, had the chance to witness both wonderful and terrible events, and lived to report back.

However.... [Even with the opaque faceplate, you can hear the grimace come through.]

I've been informed that war here is just a fancy name for chess, and the closest to exploring the stars anyone can get is going to the roof with a telescope.

Which is all a very roundabout way of asking if anyone has any hobbies to suggest. I seem to be in dire need of something to occupy my time.

Video

[teamfun]

Okay, okay, but first I need to ask a very important question. Because I need to know this to offer you the right sort of hobbies. Cool? Cool.

So. Are you like... a robot? Or a cyborg? I don't know the PC term for it. Or maybe you're like Lee Majors but with all your bionic parts on the outside?

video

[tragedygirls]

[That's new, and Sadie definitely likes it. How cool is spaceman... well woman? Unless, of course, it's an alien ploy to kill them all like in the movies.]

What did you do before you went all outer space? Nothing from your childhood that you enjoyed? Also, there's a blog thing here. Could run with them, maybe?

Just don't get pulled into stupid shit, okay? Like woodworking to make tiny lending libraries or something. Those things are just dumb.

Todd Brotzman | Dirk Gently's Holistic Detective Agency

[great_assisting]

A Little Bit of History Repeating
[OOC: CW: Body horror hallucination]

The memory itself doesn't seem that bad. Three people sitting at a table. Todd himself in a button down and jeans, nursing a coffee between his hands. On the bench next to him is a tall, pale, lanky man wearing a black t shirt and bright yellow jacket, his plate piled with ice-cream and fruits and syrup and being ignored in favour of animated talking.

Opposite them is a beautiful woman who seems far too cool for the two dorks she was with. Her afro is carefully styled up and she seems far more serious and engaged than the men.

"Can you feel it? Feel anything at all?" The man in the yellow jacket encourages. "Close your eyes. Can you feel anything?"

Todd sighs. "I feel... That I need to go to the bathroom." He stands up and moves away, going out to the bathroom at the back of the diner. He actually just stands in there for a while, leaning on his hands on the sink and looking at the mirror. Then not looking at the mirror. Then looking again.

His phone rings.

He looks confused as he digs it. "Amanda?" The confusion melts into worry. "What's happening?" And starts to morph into fear. "Who's coming? Stay where you are, I'll find you, you're gonna be fine, you're gonna be-"

And he drops the phone with a pained gasp, staring at his hand. It's his memory, so it's visible, audible as the skin on his hand pops, blisters and starts to burn, skin and flesh peeling open as it burnt out from the middle and started to engulf the whole hand.

He collapses to the ground, staring in horror at the smoking, red mess that continues to sizzle and screams, screams with pain and horror as the burning endlessly consumes his hands and arms and it feels like it goes on forever.

And then it all starts again.

Oddly, Todd is just sitting and watching with something akin to quiet acceptance.

[tragedygirls]

The event is definitely one that is twisting the world for many. Seeing their lost loved ones. Watching their worlds be destroyed. Or, in her case, absolutely nothing. It isn't that horrible that things haven't happened in her life. Actually over two hundred students had died in her school, burned alive in an auditorium fire during prom. No, it isn't about nothing horrible having happened.

It's about the sociopathic nature of the girl, and the fact that everything truly awful that has happened in her life has been caused, in part, by her.

So while others are trying to change things, or hiding from their rooms because of not wanting to face the horrors of their life, Sadie is moving from one room to another, checking out the horrors with mild curiosity.

Which brings her face to face with a man on fire. Standing in the door way, she starts to say something and then stops. Not because she's bothered, because it's kind of reminiscent of what she saw through the gym doors, but because the man burning is standing there, just watching.

Slowly she crosses to where he stands, canting her head to try and look him in the eyes.

"You don't look like a dude that burned tragically. Or you've had the best plastic surgeon ever." She pauses, considering that. "You a vampire?"

Louis | TWDG

[teamfun]

Storybrooke

[Honestly, just about any world is better than the one Louis walked in from. Which is to say when his memories are returned to them, he's having a little trouble trying to adjust to having two separate histories in his head. Sure, his real, true friends are in one- but so are the walkers, and what remains of the world. The other, well, it has fake friends but is also minus a lot of dead people trying to snack on him. ]

So, hey! [He jogs up beside you. ] So, do you think there's a way to like, pick and choose between these things? Like can we cut bits from one and put it on the other? ...Unless of course you haven't been un-cursed, de-cursed??? yet in which case ignore me, I'm just the local crazy guy, talking crazy.


Video/Action

[Louis has set his communicator up in the music room, specifically on the piano, as he tinkles the ivories. He plays a weird mashup of Beethoven's Moonlight Sonata and Queen's Bohemian Rhapsody, flitting between the two as the mood takes him. Eventually, he turns to wink at the camera. ]

So, do you folks have any requests? I'll play just about anything I've heard of for the simple cost of a smile.

Storybrooke

[tragedygirls]

[All of this is disturbing to Sadie. She's spent too many years pretending to be something she isn't, someone with more care and concern for others, but this is something else entirely. Something where she's having to deal with emotions that feel true, love that hurts, and a dizziness that leaves her wondering which is true. All of those emotions, or a mentality where all she needs is her best friend and the life they've built wherein they matter more than anyone else and any appetite they need to fulfill they act upon.

Of course, Storybrooke is as filled with murder as her previous life, so that lends to that dizziness that leaves her still confused.

So when someone else comes up, asking her about picking and choosing and the curse, she shouldn't laugh but she does. Not because it's funny but because it lets off so much of the stress.]

You're still a crazy guy. Just saying. But I doubt it. You're just kind of... stuck with it. Unless you want to embrace whatever you just believed.

[She looks at him for a long moment.]

You're a lost boy, aren't you?

Storybrooke

[choosetruth]

[Georgia frowns.]

You're asking if you can selectively lie to yourself?

[She does not look pleased at the idea.]

action;

[stonewarrior]

[ Goliath has taken stock of the mansion by now, and he's pulled through the halls by music. Nothing he's heard before played exactly that way. At least it seems somewhat familiar, and when he's outside of the room, the door is pushed open. He has no idea what humans here fear and what they don't, so his wings are closed, clasped at the front and he stays against the wall, in a shadow. ]

You play quite well. Do you know anything by Bach?

Storybrooke

[shslliar]

[At first, Kokichi had pretended to be the same fake person he got cursed to be. He had always been a liar, you see, and pretending to have a normal life for a while was fun. Unfortunately, as more and more people got their memories back it got harder to keep up the act.

Boo.

He was moping about on a park bench, silently lamenting his ruined fun and confused memories, when some rando comes jogging up to him with an existential crisis.]

Huh?

[He tilts his head like this guy really is crazy. And yet.]

I dunno. Is Storybrooke really that boring?

Goliath | Gargoyles

[stonewarrior]

Mock Arrival.

[ He's been here for a week and it's infuriating. This is not his castle and on top of the fact, it's overrun by humans - the same kind that betrayed him, destroyed all of his kind. But they also don't seem to fear him, and Goliath can't tell if that's good for him or will, later on, prove to be bad. But beyond that, he doesn't understand what this little device is that keep making noises. He's tried to figure it out but his hands are made for scaling buildings not using intricate objects. Every time he flings the device away it merely appears again. Some sort of sorcery he doesn't understand.

That's what he's doing now, destroying the little thing in his hands while out in the garden and tossing away the pieces with a growl. ]

Inside, random floor random room.

What trickery is this?

[ He's face to face with a closet that continues to give him various books about chess. ]

I am not interested in games, I request to return home!

[ He yells into the closet, trying to step into it and being met with an avalanche of books. There's a lot of gnashing of teeth and hitting the wall in desperation, though he's still determined to find a way home. ]

the roof.

[ Finally, a place where he's comfortable. On the ledge, he can look out over the grounds as the realization that he's stuck in this new land sinks in. He woke after a thousand years only to be transported somewhere else entirely. He would say it isn't fair, but then he isn't one to think like that.

When he hears someone coming, his head cants to the side to determine if the individual is a threat before looking back out at the night sky. ]

The dawn approaches. At least night and day are consistent here in our new home.

closet trickery

[changeitroundsome]

[Facilier's largely been skulking around, peering into rooms, trying to scope out the place and the people within it. He's a little surprised to see a gargoyle- not shocked, no, he's seen stranger- but this doesn't seem the usual mansion fair, either.

Great voice, though.

He leans on the doorway, slick but charming smile splitting his lips. ]

Seems you're havin' a little trouble with your closet there. Anythin' I can do to lend a friendly hand?

Roof

[shslliar]

[Yeah, the tiny boy in white is totally not a threat.

In fact, he might be a little miffed that a big scary monster stole his roof spot. Not that he'd actually say anything. No, he'd much rather mess around with the guy while he's still unaware of how Wonderland works.]

You say that now, but time works a biiit differently around here. It sometimes takes ages for the sun to come out!

[That was a total lie.]

Jemma Simmons | Agents of SHIELD

[badgirlshenanigans]

Prompt A

"It's name is AIDA, Artificially Intelligent Digital Assistant, and stop making excuses for it..."

What is this, the tenth time she's been forced to watch? It'll be the same. She's told to get on her knees. She refuses. Fitz shoots her in the goddamned knee. She knew it wasn't real, not a second, but the pain felt real.

The problem is that she still doesn't know what hurt more: the actual gunshot, or the identity of the shooter.

It looks like she's watching it passively, until someone looks a little closer. Tense jaw, white knuckles, clenched fists, and eyes turned upwards. She lived the moment. Why force herself to watch Fitz shoot her over, and over again.


Prompt B: Storybrooke

If Anne Simund whistled, she would while she worked. Instead, she's fulfilling specialized orders of medication. As if a child should be taking the dosage usually produced by the larger pharmaceutical corporations! Why give instructions to split the pill into 3/4? As if most parents have a pill splitter, and can measure the exact amount?

That's Anne's job. She's a proper compounding pharmacist. She doesn't dispense; she prepares and mixes. She was top of her class -- not that she expected otherwise of herself -- and yet is happy working in this small town. She can meet her patients, see the results of her work.

Anne also gets to spend all day making complex chemical mixtures. Her A-Levels in Chemistry, her Double First degree, all leading to this moment: making medicine for a sick child. Anne cannot think of a more noble profession.

The bell at the pharmacy door dings, but Anne doesn't look up. "Can I help you?" She calls out.

I kind of feel like I ought to apologize for this

[hypoxic]

What a curious moment for the little subversive to imagine. During this time when memories are being plucked from everyone's skulls and projected for the world to see, she's here staring at something that he doesn't remember at all. Is it possible she knows more than she's said she knows?

Wither way, it's absolutely satisfying to watch her crumple down and genuflect to him. Most people here need to be taught such manners.

"One can't help but wonder what you might've done to make me so cross." He speaks clearly from down the hall, arms crossed. "Especially given how much we care for one another." At least, that's the story they've told him, and the pantomimes he's performed to divert suspicions from his behavior. He's already killed a woman to preserve that lie. Has she known all along?

A

[morethan084]

[Daisy has seen a lot of messed up things well before she ever ended up here. But this? This is up there. She's dealt with this sort of thing before, having her memory exposed like this as well as witnessing others. This doesn't feel real though. Fitz would never do this. Not to Jemma.

And yet here is, betraying Jemma. Hurting her.]

This can't be real.

[Except, judging by the look on Jemma's face, it is real.]

b if this isn't too late } also if this doesn't work lemme know and i can edit

[emojis]

Drizella isn't sure if her status as the creator of a dark curse is an advantage or disadvantage in a situation like this, but given that she's awake when the rest of the world is asleep, she's doing her best to try and make the most of it. She can't wake anyone up - there isn't enough magic in this version of Storybrooke to do anything of the kind, but she can a least probe a little, at people Fitz deems problems.

Maybe there's a way to help herself out of this situation without really realizing it.

"Yes, actually." She tries to make herself bright and cheery, like she's just any other customer. "I was wondering if there's something you could recommend for hangovers."

I swore I wasn't doing this: Bigby Wolf | The Wolf Amongst Us/Fables

[bb_wolf]

Event June 2nd-4th SNOW DAYS

The first day of the snow proves a problem for Bigby.

He has to sneak around until he can get inside, out of the snow drift he woke in and somewhere he can shift to his human form and get clothes. The cold doesn't bother him, he's basically incapable of being affected by it, but blending in has been drilled into him for centuries.

He still spends most of his time outside once he's found clothes. The clean, open air and fresh snow makes him feel almost young. Almost like he's back home. When he does come in, it's for a hot drink and sitting by the window, watching the outside.

Once the snow storm hits though... That's when Big Bad is the happiest he's been in centuries. He's abandons clothes and being small and helpless for his natural shape and goes out into the worst of it, snapping snow flakes, chasing any hapless animals he finds (and eating them, basically whole, he's a big boy) and just maybe... maybe helping people stranded out in it.

WE LOVE YOU - Before the big storm

[twirlier]

For Misty this snow, especially coming as it does in the middle of summer, is a delight. She's had so little experience with actual seasons as it is, and it's her first time around snow so she's throwing herself into enjoying it.

At least after indulging in a day of near tears over the fact that her garden is dead, murdered by the cold and the snow that weighs down the carefully cultivated plants. And with no time to to even try and harvest what she could!

Having reconciled herself to that reality though, she decides to enjoy it while she can. After gathering several jars of snow to have water for her plants and spellcrafting, she decides to actually enjoy things as best she can.

This leads to a lot of time basically dancing and twirling in the snow, though when she sees another out in the snow, she pauses where she is actually building a snow man to wave. She cants her head, curious about a few things.

"Am I interrupting the quiet for you if I ask a few questions?"

Jimmy Shive-Overly | You're The Worst

[amireallydraco]

[Network]

[That sure was: A Thing. He's not sure What Kind Of Thing it was, but it was one, there and existing and happening in ways that he just could not fathom, explain, or remotely comprehend by any means. All attempts at making it all make sense were foiled. It all fell apart when he brought things like logic and reason to the table. People kept saying Wonderland and magic like they were real things, and he's still not sure that's what this is, but it's SOMETHING and he can't figure out any other legitimate explanations just now.

How, of course, did one find rhyme or reason to explain the inexplicable split in one's own memories? Two lives running simultaneously in his head. And even now, after he is completely and entirely himself--and only himself--he remembers the dichotomy of it all, and it's very jarring.

So, he does what any reasonable person would do, and addresses the network about it. In a completely calm and rational manner.]

What. the hell. was that?! Someone needs to do some serious explaining here, and I'd really prefer if you keep the hocus-pocus mumbo-jumbo out of it. I'm quite certain I just had a very serious psychotic break! [There's an almost thoughtful pause as he considers something completely different for a moment.] It could be great inspiration for my next book, though. [Aaaand back to the freak out--] But seriously, people! I think this may be a case of mass hysteria or something! Isn't anyone going to do anything about it?! [But not him, though. He's hardly qualified for such a thing. Or motivated enough. Whatever. It's other people's job to do the do-goodery, obviously.]

[onesyllable]

[This whole technology thing is still new to Faraday, but he's doing his best to adjust to it.

Which means Jimmy gets presented with an entire production of a man in a hat taking his time to light what appears to be a hand rolled cigarillo with a match from a wooden box. Only once he has a lungful of smoke does he tip his head back, mostly in frame, though slightly out of focus, on the device.]

Somethin' in the water, I'd reckon. You'll be lucky if you ain't dead by morning so might want to say your goodbyes and all.

[What? There's no shoot outs here, no poker games, people much too savvy for the games he knows. He's got to do something.]

Azkadellia | Tin Man

[azoftheoz]

A Hunger Only Blood Can Sate

It's been two days and Azkadellia is positive someone is out to kill her. The issues with the marbles by the stairs could have been dismissed as children... and adults... in this place being careless and rude. A bone in her fish is a common, though unforgivable, mistake.

A chandelier somehow coming loose from it's moorings and crashing down behind her, very nearly shearing the back of her dress? That is more than an accident. She's certain of it. Now to figure out who.

It's a paranoia that leads her to be suspicious of anyone that comes near her, such as passing in the hallway, and watching them to see if they might be behind it all. If she is a bit rude in her suspicions, that's only to be expected, right? Someone is trying to kill her.

That flying monkey following others though? That might be a bit much.

Ren Amamiya (Persona 5 Protagonist) | Persona 5

[cagedtrickster]

Prompt A [cw: needles, drugs, beating.]

Of course the thing that keeps him in his place is the thing he'd most like to get away from. Having the shit kicked, and beaten, and drugged out of you is not something you want to see, and Ren doesn't want to see it. He didn't want to live it, to start with. Didn't want to see it all again. He didn't want anyone else to see it, either. Not because it was embarrassing, or because he was ashamed of it. It just made him hurt more... it also made him angry.

The police officer and his partner grabbed his arm and slid the needle into it. They smashed his head into the desk, against the wall, blood flying as they sank fists into his stomach, his chest, anywhere on his body they could reach before the chair got kicked out from under him and he went down to the ground, arms tied behind his back. The foot that kicked him in the stomach once, then twice, which was more then enough the first time.

It made Ren sick to his stomach to see it all played out so casually, but he can't look away from it. Sitting there, waiting for it to end, because it did end, of course it ended, when Sae-san walked into the room it had ende--- and then it starts back up again, right from the beginning, a loop that no one should see. He doesn't know if he can handle this, but he also knows that he already has. Ren can do a lot of things, but he can't stop himself from rewatching again and again.

Prompt B [Because lighter is nice...]

The life that he had in this little town of Maine was nice. Working in a coffee shop, living in a small one bedroom apartment that was right behind the shop, who didn't like that kind of life? It could get a little monotonous at times, once you knew people's orders and when they came in. There was the guy who came in at six in the morning, rain or shine, and ordered his latte, the girl who came in right behind him and ordered a chai tea, and then she sat in the corner for hours, there was the tall guy with the long hair who always ordered coffee, black, like he was some kind of guy playing at behind a badasss...

But Ren loved it. Well. Past tense, now. He had loved it, before whatever happened and now he knew everything else that was bad and good in his life was a lie. Because now he was a criminal, one who liked to jump from ceilings and from behind doors, who wore masks and summoned beings from their mind like they were discarding masks. Which he did, funnily enough, that's how his Persona worked. Still, there was good in that life. There was the thrill of it all, sure, but there were friends made through it. Ones he could depend on with his life. Experiences he would never get anywhere else, people he would have never met if he didn't end up right where he had been sent to.

But life had been hard, and here in Maine, life had been easy. Who wouldn't want to stay in a world where people knew you as a mild mannered barista, while in another you got beaten and drugged by the police? It's with these conflicting thoughts that Ren was still at the coffee shop, trying to remember everyone's order, even though he couldn't stop turning things over in his mind.

He wasn't doing well with the remembering everyone's order part today.

Katherine Pierce | The Vampire Diaries

[twofacedly]

A. arrival

[ Most people saw Wonderland as prison. Katherine had found it to be long-sought freedom.

How nice it was to enjoy it as a goddamn human.

Her arrival had been jarring, of course, but she can't think of anyone who wouldn't be surprised by the transition. You know, kind of like how it had been after having a vampire cure shoved into her mouth by her very favorite Gilbert. But much like accepting the inevitability of a root canal, Katherine had quickly adjusted over the span of an evening. At least she had about one thousand less enemies here.

How nice it was to enjoy it as a goddamn human.

On her second day there, she was brooding slightly less, but her face still held her usual puckering of vague annoyance. It felt right when everything felt so wrong. Dull.

Huuuumannnnn.

So it's probably not surprising that she's found Damon's bar and is one shot deep into a bottle of bourbon. Her tolerance isn't as high now, of course. Haha. Ha.

She gives a wobbly toast to no one after pouring herself another millimeter of booze. Cheers. ]



B. video

I'm bored.

[ Her tone is flat, lacking any of the petulance that would probably be expected of someone making such a statement. She's in her room, lounging in a chair with her legs up, grimacing at her nails as if she'd looked to them for entertainment and found none. With an eye roll, she blows out a breath and finally glances directly at her device. ]

Someone entertain me. Not like you have anything better to do.

[ After a brief and sardonic smile, she returns her focus to her nails. Dance for her, plebs. ]

a }

[deathlessness]

[It's been a while since Freya has seen Katherine. During her last stint in Wonderland, they had become amiable acquaintances - in fact, you could almost consider them friends, even. But now they're starting all over from scratch and ... there is something quite different about this Katherine.

But she just can't put her finger on it quite yet.

Still, she swings her way over behind the bar with a soft smile.]

Having fun so far?

Juliet O'Hara | Psych

[holyshihtzu]

Storybrooke

[ As a first event, this one wasn't quite as bad as Juliet had been warned to expect. Sure, having all her memories wiped away and creating a life where she...

She doesn't even want to think about it. How embarrassing. It's not like everyone else doesn't know but that doesn't mean she's going to own up to it.

Let's just say her current skill set now includes flower arrangements. ]

Well, this place wants our memories, right? So can't I just go down and sell the ones I want to get rid of?

[ She's chatting to your character, and whether or not you know her well is irrelevant. ]

I guess there are a few things I don't mind that I picked up. But, for the record? I definitely checked the "I never wanted to be a florist" box on the police academy test.

Introductions

[ Maybe you are minding your own business in the kitchen, or trying to enjoy yourself in the music room, or even taking a nice, serene walk around the gardens. Whatever you're doing, though, it's about to be interrupted by a peppy blonde in a pink blouse invading your space.

She may or may not be handing you a cupcake. ]

I've seen you around a lot and I just figured, being new here, I'd introduce myself. I'm Juliet.

Introductions

[relentlessness]

[It's hard to stay to rooftops and be unseen when the whole damn place is a single building. It's beginning to really get under Jacob's skin, typically leaving him irritated and wary of others.

There's no vantage points! No where to get up high and look down and see what most think everyone else misses.

Even sitting with his back to the wall, hood partially pulled down over his face, he knows he's not invisible. Evidenced by the sudden appearance of a cupcake in his view.

Reaching up, he slowly pushes the hood back, brow arching at her curiously as he takes the woman in.]

Well, aren't you just a cheery ray of sunshine.

[It's probably a compliment. Mostly.]

Juliet is it, then? Your parents purposefully named you after a tragic heroine, or is it a family name?

[Of course, even as he asks, he takes the cupcake.]

Jacob, by the way. The name's Jacob.