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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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[twirlier]

She merely arches a brow at that, not looking the least convinced by that disclaimer. He had his reasons, but she didn't believe that from anyone. Not just because all she sought in life was her own people to be with.

"A lot of people have faults. That doesn't mean they should be mocked for it," she says, voice choked as she hugs her arms tightly around herself.

"The only way to fix it is to try," she manages, not looking the least bit convinced that she should go inside, or to be less determined in fighting for them, even if she is the only one fighting. But at length, staring at him bleary eyed and positively miserable before giving him a nod. "You can have your coat back," she offers, moving to shrug out of it, assuming she is trudging inside by herself.

[bb_wolf]

Bigby is ancient, far from human and a tiny bit incomprehensible even to other Fables, let alone anything younger than that.

"Bufkin would get arrested inside ten minutes. It's nothing to do with what he is and everything to do with the fact that he's a menace." He gestures vaguely with his hand. "Keep it. At least until we're inside. I don't need it. Just people expect you to wear a coat out in this. And I'm not giving Gren an excuse to get on me for treating his people badly."

Sure, that's why he'll escort her back.

[twirlier]

She snorts, a gesture that makes her nose hurt from the moisture and cold. "If Gren does that, tell me. I'm capable of getting into trouble all by myself," she points out. "I was doing it long before we met."

But she turns for the mansion, only then realizing just how cold she is. Not just on the surface, but deep down.

"It's Shawn we have to watch out for. He's human and all," she says, sighing because how does one human get in that much trouble? She'll never know. "But thank. I appreciate you trying to keep the peace with him." Not for her sake, but Gren's.

[bb_wolf]

"Gren and I are quite capable of finding reasons to fight without dragging you in." It's their nature, sadly, to want to fight, though not usually too seriously. For Fables.

"Mortals... they're so..." He doesn't know what word he wants. They break so easily. They live such short lives. "Little." It's not quite the word, but it's the word Bigby has always associated with them. They're small and breakable and fleeting. Little. Do you need a piggy back back? You're doing the shaking thing."

[twirlier]

"That I don't doubt, but I won't let myself be the cause of it," she notes, unwilling to let that happen. Let them find her own ways, she won't be it.

She chuckles softly at that. "Little seems right, especially before this place when they had no way of recovering or coming back. At least outside of a few I've known." But then that involved witches who are not, really in her world, as human as everyone else.

That makes her smile then, glancing sidelong at him with a look that was almost fondness. "I think my blood might be a bit thin. Growing up in the swamps and all," she says, teeth fairly chattering. "I think the moisture..." Not tears, moisture, though the emotions and pain that came with it likely didn't help. "Please?"

[bb_wolf]

"The world we live in was carefully chosen for having no magic. Just completely mundane." He assumes Gren has told her something about the war, about why they live how they do.

"Right." He has no idea bout thin blood and swamps, but he turns his back to her. "Come on, I'll carry you back." The coat will help, but being pressed to his back may also help.

The biggest help is not something he's willing to risk right now.

[twirlier]

"Which is the danger here," she says with a nod. "So much magic here, and no idea how safe it is given the queens reveal nothing about how we got here or get sent home." It's a fear she has, for their sake, and the sake of all the magical people in Wonderland.

Smiling when he turns though, pausing only a moment before she easily moves to get on his back and make it easy for him to carry her. She wouldn't have imagined this when meeting Bigby but anything that means maybe they can all have peace here, then so be it.

[bb_wolf]

"If there's a way Between, it's going to be incredibly well disguised." He had lucked out in finding his way all those centuries ago, back during the War.

He hefts her up carefully, hands very properly placed under her knees and starting forward with the same ease, like her weight means nothing to him.

[twirlier]

"Everything here is well disguised, that's the problem with much of Wonderland. If we knew the answers, how many would still be here? Well, I would but..."

She murmurs as she speaks, this much closer and trying not to yell in his ear, though it's in part to try and hide just how cold she is. This is nothing she expected from him, though she's thankful for his kindness.

"I rarely know my own limits," she admits.

[bb_wolf]

"Nature of Wonderland. It's always been a place where nothing is even remotely what it should be and everything that lives there is crazy." Or at least, the Wonderland attached to the Homelands were.

"Knowing your limits is important. Doesn't mean accepting them, just knowing them." He had never accepted limits.

[twirlier]

"I guess that makes me crazy for loving this place then, huh?" She's smiling as she says it though. She knows she's crazy. And was before Hell. But she does have her reasons for it.

She laughs though at that. "Well apparently cold is one of them. Which I hate. Gren told me once that the cold is his native world," she murmurs, reveling in part why she's out there. "Shawn probably hates it though. No pineapples."

[bb_wolf]

"Maybe. What is it Cheshire says? I'm mad, you're mad, we're all mad here?" He misses the contrary creature, but it's another friendship split by borders.

"Yeah, it is. The Nordic dreams, snow and ice and stone. Mine is the forest, where the North wind lives."

[twirlier]

"They say he was here, but others haven't seen him in a while. I've seen several of them but not him," she admits, seeing no reason not to talk to Bigby about it.

"I like the swamps, but we don't have them here. So I spend most of my times in the woods. It's close enough but not exact."

[bb_wolf]

"Won't be the same ones. Not given I know where ours is."

Swamps hold limited appeal to Bigby. Mud isn't a favourite thing, especially not when you have fur. But everyone has their own home and that's hers. "What are the woods here like? You said you spend a lot of time in them."

[twirlier]

"Well, could be the same given all they can draw here," she notes. "But the one that has been isn't. I think. Sometimes the connection between this and your world and Storybrooke and all has me confused."

"I do. I set up a shack out there, and have a garden and all. Which is dead now," she sighs, sounding pained about it. "But they go back a ways, lead to some caves. If you go too far though you start to fall asleep. Push on and you die, I've been told."

[bb_wolf]

He isn't sure what Storybrooke is, but he isn't going to admit a lack of knowledge when he can easily find out for himself.

"I'm not sure if any Cheshire can be kept somewhere they don't want to be," he admits. "Caves don't interest me much. Much prefer woodland. Forests."

[twirlier]

"We're still not sure if any of them are held here, but I know there's talk the White Rabbit was killed and others argue he's alive." She's heard the twins have that fight before.

"There's plenty here. I'm sure you can find space out there if you want. Just watch for the marked trees. Beyond that could get you killed."

[bb_wolf]

"Might be able to scent them out if they are. Might not. Got one of the most sensitive noses we've ever encountered across all the Homelands. Even in this skin."

[twirlier]

She bends slightly to try and look him in the face. "You think you'd be able to do that? It might be a way to find answers we've never had before," she admits, sounding excited about the idea.

[bb_wolf]

"Maybe. Right kind of magic and I couldn't in this skin. Maybe in my real shape."

[twirlier]

"I've been trying to trace the source of the magic but it hasn't been going well," she admits, sighing at that. "If you ever wanted to try..." She leave sit there not wanting to push him.