TEST DRIVE FRICK YEAH

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TEST DRIVE MEME


WHAT THE FUCK TO DO:

► STEP 1; Post a comment with a character that's not in HH as if they're already in the setting or alternative version, post character who is in HH. Scenarios if you need them!
► STEP 2; Tag around and get a feel for your characters, whether or not you're voice testing or planning to actually app them in!
► STEP 3; Post this all over your plurk and get people to get their big asses in here and force them to app or face the consequences. Oh, and I guess have fun. I suppose that's important, too.

taken from ineuphony

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[innkeeps]

Mm. It's a little dry, but it'll be good in the right hands.

[ a grin, slow and lazy, before he leaaans over and tries to take a good gander at what koujaku has in his own basket. personal space has never been too much of an issue for him, and he doesn't seem to notice that he's being intrusive--

--or, if he does, he definitely doesn't care enough. ]

And you? What kind of stuff did you pick up? --Just out of curiosity.

[coiffeur]

You have a passion for cooking? Or maybe a friend who does? [Because he can appreciate good food.]

[Ah... well, he doesn't expect a man to get that close to him. He'd be fine if it was a woman, but he gives himself a bit more space by stepping back.]

Daikon, potatoes, onions, carrots, some mushrooms. [THE MOST JAPANESE OF THINGS.] I still have some other things to pick up, though.

[innkeeps]

[ aggravating ojisan rule 101: once you get a reaction, keep pushing and prodding. koujaku pulls back, bardo breaches again, peering into his basket and pulling out the daikon because... because no reason, he's just being a nuisance. ]

Is this a 'daikon'? Never seen anything like it.

[ bardo you are so rude ]

And-- ah, yeah, I guess you could call it a passion, or maybe a bad habit.

[coiffeur]

[What type of person doesn't know what broccoli and what a daikon are? He's heard people can come from other worlds, or different forms of Earth, but this is still a little strange. He'll still try to be respectful, though. The other hasn't done anything wrong or overly offensive.]

Yeah. It's a large, mild radish. If you want to try it, you can have that one and I'll pick up another. [because you grabbed it and touched it wow.] But you have to peel it before eating it, so I wouldn't suggest sampling it here.

Bad habit? [He laughs.] Someone this interested in food, you couldn't be bad at cooking.

[innkeeps]

Huh. You know your stuff, don't you?

[ he runs his hand through his hair in an idle gesture of 'thanks', shooting another lazy smile as he drops the daikon in his own huge pile of groceries-- where is he getting the money for this, WHO KNOWS. ]

And as for my bad habit-- well, I used to run an inn, so I'm used to feeding a bunch of hungry mouths at once. Making dinner for two or three is gonna be tough to get used to.

[ for more reasons than one, but, well. a careless wave of the hand. ]

If you want, you can come over for dinner sometime. Invite a friend or two, humor an old tiger.

[ bardo you're not a tiger here stop... ]

[coiffeur]

A little bit, but I'm nowhere near an actual chef. [This guy, he really is weird, but he seems friendly at least? ]

Maybe you can get work here as a cook. There's plenty of places looking for workers, or maybe you could be a personal chef. [Because who knows how many houses have people who can cook.]

[Wait, he's being invited to dinner already? He pauses because... wow that's very froward and friendly. Maybe a bit too much?]

Inviting me over when we don't even know each other's names? [But he's a smoother operator, so he laughs, trying not to make it awkward.] Just over knowing a little bit about produce, too.

[innkeeps]

[ he crooks an amused brow at the suggestion and the response-- he's so used to deflection that it almost disarms him, but not quite. ]

Hey, hey-- I never needed to know a name to serve my customers dinner.

[ if he still had his tail, it would sway teasingly, despite the slight distance in his carefree tone. he flashes a congenial smile to mismatch his words. ]

But, since you brought it up. I'm Bardo.

[coiffeur]

Instead of working with food, I work with hair, and usually my customers like knowing my name, Bardo-san. So if you're ever a customer of mine, you'll know my name's Koujaku. [And a nice smile to go along with that sales pitch.]

So you're new here, I'm guessing?

[innkeeps]

Koujaku? Unusual name.

[ a little catlike narrow of the eyes, wrinkles forming at the corner like the gross oyaji that he is. ]

Yeah, I'm new. Just a cat thrown into the strange world of Futatsuzue, that's me.

[ as if this makes any sense... ]

[coiffeur]

Maybe, you sound like you're not even from Japan, so I'm not surprised.

This place isn't so bad on the surface. Free food from shops, free housing, but being kidnapped is the biggest downfall.[Cat... is that slang for something? He'll let it go.] ... Futatsuzue?

[innkeeps]

Ah, it's not worth thinking about too deeply, this whole thing-- we're alive, we might as well enjoy what we got.

[ a little wave of the hand, as if to wave any urgency aside. ]

And yeah, Futatsuzue. Things like you, I guess. Never had ears or tails before, right?