THEY TRYIN' TO CATCH ME RIDIN' DIRTY

[rollin]

TEST DRIVE MEME



So how does it work?

STEP 1 ► Post a comment with a character that's not in HH as if they're already in the setting; alternative version, post character who is in HH. Scenarios if you need 'em!
STEP 2 ► Tag around and get a feel for your characters, whether you're just voice testing or planning to actually app them in!
STEP 3 ► Post this all over your plurk and get people to join in on this jolly good fun. Don't forget: it's mandatory.

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Comments

[inamorate]

[It was flirting )8 That certainly backfired. Maybe a different approach... He straightens.]

Apparently so, if 'arrival' is a suitable word. This 'Landlord' certainly has unorthodox methods in welcoming his residents. Still, this wouldn't be the first time I've woken in a foreign place with no recollection of how I came to be there. [It's still unnerving that the journal has no recollection of this place at all either.]

[nagyka]

[ He's already friendzoned, it's no use. ]

It rolls off the tongue better than "randomly being kidnapped in the blink of an eye then waking up on an uncomfortable chair", don't you think?

[ She isn't sure if he's joking or implying he drinks? Though perhaps it could be something more serious. She knows all about tricky memory issues. So she lets out a few clipped chuckles, more there because she doesn't know how to reply than anything. ]

If you've any questions, please feel free to ask me. I'm with the Law Enforcement Unit. [ Her eyes widen and she quickly holds a hand out, leaning in to his personal space in an effort to appear more friendly. ] I, ah. I'm Quistis Trepe. I apologize, I should have introduced myself sooner.

[inamorate]

[Somewhere in the metaverse, a black fedora is suddenly windblown, carried by a breeze into oblivion.

And, surprisingly, he isn't talking about drinking! Though she wouldn't know that. His brows raise at her title of an officer of the law, but he seems unabashed. He takes her hand, his free arm crossed over his back and one ankle behind the other with a polite bow of his head. Go big or go home.]

Forgive me, Officer Trepe. My manners have been if not more poorly executed. I am called Ringabel. It was in good fortune that I'd meet a capable woman such as yourself, as I've been searching for my lost troupe of companions since my arrival.