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TEST DRIVE MEME ( 009 )

Test Drive Meme #9

Hello, and welcome to LifeAftr! We’re pleased that you’re expressing an interest in the game. Here, you can test the waters, gauge how your character may fare in the world of LifeAftr, and even gain some in-game incentives, if you so choose.

Remember that Reserves will open on March 17th, and Applications on March 24th!

Two important notes:

1. LifeAftr's test drives take place on the island of Mu, which exists apart from the real world and possesses a dream-like quality that characters are innately aware of from the moment they appear on its shores. No need to panic or fret. Dreams are odd things, after all - and anything can happen in them. Why would anyone question where their mind chooses to wander in its sleep?

2. Due to the nature of Mu, threads in our test drive can not only be accepted as thread samples in your application, but can be accepted as game canon as well. In fact, certain choices your character makes in Mu have the potential to bear in-game consequences, largely in the form of test drive reward items.

City Slicker
The walls of this place are uniform, gray-tinted, built from sandstone and clay. The architecture is deliberate and monochrome to an unkind extent; homogeneity, here, is the order of the day. All told, while a bit colorless, the place is not unpleasant, particularly with that periwinkle blue midday sky blanketed with soft tufts of cloud overhead.

Except for the shouts of armed guards pursuing you.

You've broken the law, you see. Maybe your hair is too colorful, or your apparel contained pockets. Maybe you carried a weapon without a permit. Whichever one of those ridiculous, lengthy list of laws you've broken, it's put you in the guards' bad sights. Their technology hasn't progressed beyond that of spears and shields, but at least like this, you're being allowed something of a fighting chance.

We say "fighting," but really, your best bet is probably to try and avoid them. Mu has recreated the ironclad system present on the island of Ai'tuoh, though it's eased some of the unfair advantages stacked against you: the militia are no longer cunningly concealed among the populace, and they do not fight with needles slid into arms before you can understand what, precisely, has just gone wrong. This way, at least you have a chance to run before they seize and sedate you.

Which we recommend, by the way. The running.

Sky Islands, or Skylands
While waking on islands is all very well and good - practically par for the course in LifeAftr, in fact - one might need a moment to adjust to the strangeness of this one. This one, it turns out, is floating.

Suspended in midair, this island is one of several dozens peppered throughout the sky. They drift to and fro, close to one another and then away again, but that's far from the most curious thing about them. No; their most peculiar quality is the fact that these islands shift, warping in shape as though caught in a state of perpetual flux. They ripple seamlessly from one visual to the next,: cycling through the varieties of an ice-swept tundra, a lush rainforest, a half-crumbled ruin, and infinite others in the span of mere hours.

And, if you concentrate just enough, you might find that these islands are pliable to even your will. You may be able to mold them like clay through focus of will alone, causing them to gradually shape into something familiar, even desirable: a home you miss, a place you wish you could see. But no matter how you try, you can only fabricate that which is non-sentient - plants, buildings, rocks, trees.

Just take care not to take things too far. You might find that the landscape does not take too kindly to being overly micromanaged. Too much projection of your conscious or subconscious desires will cause the entire thing to start to darken, crumble, and wither away...taking you with it.

And it's a very, very long fall back to earth.

[This prompt is a miniature version of our February event! Feel free to experiment with whatever details you uncover on the info post if you like!]

Kick Back, Relax
It's not all survivalist shenanigans and horrifying, mind-bending events. There are, in fact, plenty of moments of relaxation, of relief, and even fun to be had. Mu is not a wholly unkind being; it can allow you a much-needed respite in the form of something it suspects everyone might enjoy: a good old-fashioned party.

A volleyball net has been strung between two palm trees. A length of driftwood table has been laden with any kind of food you could imagine might be found on an island: drinks served in coconut shells, carmelized shrimp, smoked oysters, skewers of fish. The aquamarine tide laps up at the soft white sand, and those who test the temperature of the shallows will discover that they are pleasantly warm.

And at the center of it all, a cheerful bonfire that kicks up hot flares of sparks into the warm, rich blue of the sky. What a peaceful sight! What a jovial celebration!

Better enjoy it while it's here.

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A. one jump ahead

[ that whole overly colored hair law...yeah, subaru wasn't really expecting to run from the police today, but what can you do? there's a streak of bright orange hair bobbing and winding through a crowd of gray, and despite the fact that subaru should be running for his (dream) life, he's... laughing? ]

Haha~! Too slow, too slow! ★ [ one of the benefits of being an idol (and a basketball player) is that he's always been extremely light on his feet. it's almost effortless, watching him spin on his heel to neatly dodge around a little group of shoppers, sliding into the space between them to lose a couple of guards, cutting the group chasing him down to three.

(he can't get caught. his mom would be so upset--dream or not, that feeling resonates, and subaru runs.)

abruptly, though, he spots an alleyway, the perfect place to hide. subaru zips to the right and reaches out for the first piece person he can find, which means he ends up grabbing someone by the arm and pulling them into the alleyway with him, plastering himself to the wall with the person in front of him, hand still on their arm.

he puts a hand up to his mouth in a "shhh" gesture, bright blue eyes twinkling as he puts a hand over his mouth, conspiratory. ] Don't worry, I won't hurt you, you're safe with me, but you gotta keep me safe too, okay~? Shh, shhh!

skylands. shiny, shiny skylands.

[ the beautiful, rippling landscapes have led subaru not to a beautiful tundra or waterfalls, but rather, what appears to be a room full of sparkling, shining gold coins, packed floor to ceiling. there are so many, and subaru's laying spread eagled in the middle of it, holding a particularly shiny coin up to his face. ]

O~ooh, it's sparkly, it's so~o sparkly! ★ [ this is heaven? he's pretty sure this is heaven.

however, his little "creation" might be crumbling a little at the edges. after all, there are a lot of coins here, and subaru's greed for shiny things is pretty much unending, so he keeps making more and more pop up. maybe if you're nice, you'll stop him... or maybe you'll keep watching this weirdo practically roll around in a pile of shiny, shiny coins. ]

[Ritsu knows who this is right away. It's one of Maakun's unitmates. The boys need for shiny was well known in the school, as well as how Trickstar was on a mission to overthrow a lot of the bad things at Yumenosaki. For now though Ritsu watches as Subaru is close to burying himself in the shiny coins before Ritsu takes no of the crumbling.]

It might be good to no do that too long.

i. city slicker

[Kravitz is typically very, very good at following rules- he's built a life out of it, upholding a strict set of laws despite circumstance or probable cause. In fact, he's usually a massive proponent of doing so. However, he's also a strong believer in rules being there for the right reasons- and today, he can't for the life of him figure out what he's done wrong. He took immediate notice that there were people looking at him upon entry, and it didn't take long for everything to go rightfully tits up before he's got at least three guards on his tail. He doesn't know this layout- and it's bothering him that he had no chance to survey it- but finally he believes he's lost them, tucked around a corner and instinctively breathing a little heavily from the chase.

He turns his head to whoever's close, and inquiries in a hushed whisper.]

Do you have any idea what they're going on about? I can assure you, I haven't done anything to constitute such treatment.

[It's the pockets, Kravitz. Your fancy, dumb three piece suit has pockets. You're doomed. Real good you haven't come out with that scythe yet.]

iii. party party party

[Now this... this is where he simply has no idea what to do with himself.

Kravitz is not one someone would consider a 'party guy'. He's a very focused man, usually with a mission and a purpose to get in, get out, and then go back to his office. Not being bound to mortal time for so long has left him without needing to set up a recurring schedule, or well, really take a break approximately ever. So when the situation calls for small talk and excitement, he's out of his depth. Mostly, he can be found loitering around the food, picking at the drinks like an oddly sullen vulture lost off in his thoughts. Out of everyone, he probably looks the most uncomfortable to even be here, still standing around in a full suit- though he's thankfully taken off the jacket and rolled up the sleeves to the elbow due to the heat.

If he finds someone staring at him (or was accidentally staring into the distance off at you), he'll blink a few times and clear his throat before looking a bit away.]

Well, uhm. Lovely event, isn't it?

A: Kick back, relax!

The Liberator arrives early, and doesn't know what the net is for. Maybe there's some kind of large land animal that the people here want to catch.

But there's food, and that she recognizes, even if some of it is odd-looking. Not sure what to do with the oysters, she makes a beeline to the fish and shrimp instead and grabs several skewers before finding a place in the shade to settle down. Once she's found a seat the munching begins, bones, scales, fins, carapace and all. Waste not want not!

Perhaps it's this noisy crunchy eating that draws attention, or the absolutely palpable air of contentment emanating from her vicinity -- in more than a metaphorical way, as she's literally broadcasting that feeling. Either way, when approached she glances over, huge eyes swiveling and half-eaten fish dangling from her mouth. There's no words, but there is a very clear set of mental images and feelings projected:

Satisfaction. Curiosity, along with an image of you yourself eating a fish the same way. Uncertainty, and some kind of strange furry beast being trapped in the volleyball net as people jump around happily with spears? Satisfaction.

She continues chewing the whole time. Mmm, fish.

B: Sky Islands? SKYLANDS!

She has a place she knows, a small lake, a tiny oasis in a barren, desolate landscape -- and much worse, hellscapes of steel and rock and death. But why would she replicate that here, in this lush and forgiving land?

That is, until a chill wild blows through and it turns to icy tundra. The Liberator's will is strong, and shivering, she imposes it on the land, her eyes narrowing into slits as she concentrates for a while. She hasn't been here long enough to remember what all the plants look like in intricate detail, so some of what's forming seems weirdly fuzzy around the edges. Maybe she could use some help?

[Ohhh god no not this place again. Though her outward appearance didn't indicate so, Takane has had enough of the floating islands during the first and last time she was on them. How does she get off now? Sit in the safe zone and beg for mercy?

However, she spots someone in the distance, which gives her pause. Orange hair, blue eyes, 200% ENERGETIC, and scooping up a bunch of coins with delight? For Takane, who is dense and spacey enough to mistake billboards for actual people, that can only be one person...

Wordlessly, she walks a swift beeline towards the person. Subaru will now suddenly be pulled into a hug by a strange, silver-haired girl about his height.]

Edited (typos) 2018-03-14 21:13 (UTC)

Pretty unusual, to be dreaming about just a chill sort of party, after all the recent island hell bullshit, but you know what, Lup's into it. Currently, she's made it her mission to sample and critique all the food, taking one sip or bite before tossing whatever back on the table because that's how seafood connoisseurs do. Maybe she can find like, some kind of dream inspiration for something they haven't yet tried to make out of island bounty? That'd be a real miracle right there.

Eyes on a promising looking blueberry dip for her shrimp skewer, she just barely flicks a dismissive ear at whoever's hovering in her periphery. "I mean, if you're into undersalted fish and a distinct lack of vodka, sure? Shoulda seen the party I threw a while back--" And that's the point where she finally looks up and takes in this dude's just, entire situation. Holy shit. A waistcoat, really? Shirt buttoned all the way up, in this economy? She may be staring a little bit, but probably not for the reasons he might be thinking. "Uh sorry, hot stuff, didn't know we had an opening for undertaker on this island."

A: So are people up on the Sky Islands called Skylanders, or...
[It's been a little while since Osomatsu peered off the edge of a cliff and whistled at the long drop waiting for him, so in the meantime he's just been bumbling around in circles and thinking about how much he'd rather be at home, watching TV with a beer, or swimming in a big pile of money, or something. You know, anything but freezing his butt off trying to reach that igloo he might just be imagining in the distance.

When the landscape shifts from chilly snowdrifts to crumbling ruins, it brings along with it a couple walls and a scrap of carpet. So, he runs over his own little slice (HA!) of home, kicks his shoes off... And if you happen to bump into him a while later, he's staring gravely at a pile of money stacked up in the corner. Who could be upset with that much cash!? You could always ask and find out, or maybe give him some pointers on how to crack open that fake cold one sitting on, like, half a table.]

B: IT'S PARTY TIME!!!!
[Huh... In a more familiar environment, he'd be hanging out right at the beach's edge, scowling and throwing rocks. Because how dare people have fun right in front of his face, right? For a moment, he does scowl from the distance, like a rude little goblin determined to drag everyone else down to his level. Maybe it's the short attention span, or maybe it's all that free food and drink sitting out right there in the open, but something drags him into the festivities!]

WOO-HOO! PAR-TY! PAR-TY! PAR-TY! PAR-TY! ...Hey, are you gonna eat that?

[...So if you want to throw him into the ocean for being annoying, that's fine. Maybe he can swim. Otherwise he'll be cheering his way around the bonfire and trying to mooch some extra food off of full partygoers.]

Having been introduced to the concept of the coconut drink, The Liberator is considerably more pleased than she was with even just the fish. If someone is going to stare at her? She'll be staring right back. All these small-eyed, big-nosed, big ear people. They're all so strange.

She nods, ignoring the straw and taking a sip off from the coconut shell. Why he's uncomfortable, she doesn't understand, and those empty mouth flappings don't mean much to her, but she adds her own comment in the form of a psychic projection of taste and visuals:

Flavors of sweet and savory. Image of table covered in even more food than is actually there, piled high. Image of Kravitz himself eating food. Emphasized image of Kravitz eating food.

In her opinion, everyone should make the most of this bounty, since who knows when it'll come again. Why is he just picking at the drinks? Is he sick?

Edited 2018-03-15 00:13 (UTC)

[ oh... sari's clingy friend. ...sakuma-senpai's little brother! there we go. that's him.

subaru stares at him for a minute, and you can almost see all of those thoughts go dancing across his face before he decides to flop back down, holding his shiny golden coin up to see. ] Huh, why not? This place is like paradise...! ☆

[ subaru's so wrapped up in his shiny coin collecting that he doesn't even hear anyone coming up behind him. in fact, when he sits up straight enough for her to hug him, he makes a surprised -- ] Aaa?! [ noise!!

but. it's a girl? oh, it's a cute girl...! subaru is not usually the first person to run and hug if he doesn't at least know someone, so his hands hover for a second, but he then ends up wrapping them around her shoulders. ] Hey, hey, what's the matter? Are you okay...? It's okay, I've got you!

[Ah, finally, a time when Takane is whisked to Mu and not in immediate danger. Actually, this is quite nice! All this food... And, well, food was the main point of interest here, in her case. She's already gone to work, creating an impressive seafood tower on top of a single plate, and embarking on her missing to tear it back down via consumption.

As she munches away on an absurd amount of food that would make any lesser being concerned, she hears a voice in the distance getting louder and louder... Ah. She chews absently as she directs a blank stare at the strange young man who approached her. Oh? He wants some food? Well, food tastes best when it's shared, isn't it?

She wordlessly shoves a handful of shrimp at his mouth.]

[Once she feels the hug being returned, it was then that Takane finally realized several things. Yayoi isn't this tall. Nor was she this... muscly? There aren't any fluffy twintails swatting Takane in the face, either. And that voice definitely does not sound like Yayoi. Takane moves her hands to grab this boy firmly by the shoulders and push back, so that she can get a better look at him.]

.....

[After a long awkward period of staring at him, the facts have been confirmed in her head. Though there were some similarities, this boy was most definitely not Yayoi Takatsuki. Though it's very subtle, her face carries a mix of disappointment and embarrassment as she lets go of him to take a few steps back and give a small bow of apology.]

Please allow me to extend my most sincerest of apologies, good sir. It would seem that I had mistook you for someone, and thus caused inconvenience. [So formal.]

[There were many times in Jullien's life when he questioned his own sanity. This happens to be one of those times. He'd only come down to the beach to do some fishing or sea searching in hopes of finding protein to add to his meals. The last thing he wants to be involved in is a party. He doesn't particularly enjoy parties even when it's among people he knows and trusts, and neither of the descriptions fit the people here. Maybe they will at some point, but definitely not yet.

When Osomatsu came bounding over, it nearly pushed Jules over the edge. He barely manages to restrain himself for planting the guy face first in the sand.]

The death wish I have at the moment isn't for myself, so no.

[Is that a hidden threat? Knowing Jullien, most likely.]

[PARADISE... A GIRL'S FEEDING HIM AND IT'S NOT HIS MOTHER...? DID HE DIE AND GO TO-- Wait, hold on, a couple of those shrimp tried to go down the wrong pipe. After a moment of coughing and wheezing, they land in the sand at his feet... So he mutters something about the five second rule and grabs them. Food absolutely tastes better when it's shared, by the way. When it's shared with him, not when he's sharing.]

Ah, thanks! You--

[He stares at Takane's impressive seafood mountain and looks around to see if anyone else is joining her buffet.]

So... Are you trying to take some back for later, or are you just REALLY hungry?

[There's no place like home, he guesses. Even if it's just a partial home, and it's up on these damned islands, and honestly, he doesn't even know why the hell it's here; he just barely got to this chunk of rock a few minutes ago. Is it trying to apologize for almost killing him a few weeks back? Too late for that. Eat shit, island.]

[That's what he thinks at first, anyway, hands shoved into his pockets as he determinedly begins to shuffle past without acknowledging the familiar home. Then he spots a very familiar pair of red shoes, just sort of strewn across the entrance rather than lined up. That's.... accurate.]

[...]

[Alright, he'll bite. Ichimatsu steps through the half-formed, doorless threshold and glances around. It doesn't take him long at all to spot Osomatsu glowering at a pile of yen, ignoring the unopened beer right next to him.]

[What is this apparition and why does it look like his brother.]

... I'm home.

[Do it. You would be doing the world a favor.

There's a moment there where Osomatsu freezes and considers maybe not engaging with someone who looks like he really wants to beat him up, but... Hey, you only yolo once, right? Instead of a natural response, Osomatsu laughs and shrugs.]

Hey, your loss! More for me!

Welcome ba-- [.........wait] ICHIMATSU!?

[He hollers like he hasn't seen a soul in weeks. He's only been up here a couple of hours, at most, but we're dangerously close to the "pretend to be your brothers and play poker with yourself" stage. Osomatsu hops up off the floor and skips over to throw his arm around Ichimatsu's shoulders.]

Thank God! I thought I was gonna go nuts up here!

[His expression suddenly hardens, like he's just remembered something of grave importance, but...]

You wanna see something wild?

[Ichimatsu's been around a bit longer, if the unshaven stubble decorating his jawline is any indication. In fact, he doesn't struggle or even frown when Osomatsu puts his arm around his shoulders; he just sort of looks down and swallows.]

[Really? That's how he's doing this? What an inconsiderate moron... disappearing like that, making Ichimatsu ask if he was dead, and here he is, talking about going nuts. Ichimatsu should kick him in the dick.]

[But he knows this isn't really happening; it's just Mu, with that faint, dreamlike quality to it. So there's no point in getting that emotional. Ichimatsu sighs and puts his hands back into his pockets, deciding what the hell, he'll treat this like a normal day back home.]

I don't want to hear you burp the alphabet, Osomatsu-niisan.

[You know what, just kick him in the dick, because he has nooo idea what cans of worms he has opened with his presence here, wherever that may be. He slumps and pouts like a... Well, an inconsiderate moron.]

Huh? What, really? But that's, like, my best--

[Partway through whining about how well he can burp the alphabet ("it's a captivating performance," said no-one ever), he suddenly remembers that his awesome party tricks weren't the thing on his mind!]

Waitwaitwaitwait! No! That's not it! Come here.

[He drags Ichimatsu over to the corner of the "room," where the beer and money are.]

That's it.

[He is ever Osomatsu's tolerant little brother. Well, most of the time. He puts up pretty much no fight as Osomatsu drags them across the room and points out two of his favorite vices, which like, aren't weird in relation to Osomatsu at all. Except maybe for how much money and how little beer there is here. And the fact that his brother isn't currently trying to exploit any of it.]

[Ichimatsu stands there blankly for a few seconds, eyes sliding from the pile to the can and then back several times.]

Money and booze. So what?

[Right!? That's weird, isn't it!? Osomatsu stares expectantly at Ichimatsu, as if to say "Check this shit out." He picks up a wrapped stack of notes and presses them into Ichimatsu's hand... It's just a brick. Deeply upsetting prop or not, Osomatsu still closes Ichimatsu's fingers around the stone and looks both ways like he's trying to conceal a bribe.

He grabs the beer can off the table and tilts it up towards his face. Totally normal, until he brings it up to his eye and stares at his brother through the can-sized bamboo stalk.]

What the hell kind of shitty mind-reading prank is this!?

[Osomatsu is giving him money what kind of nightmare scenario]

[Oh. Ichimatsu glances down at the unexpected weight of the bundle, hefting it up and down slightly. It takes a bit to click, and when it does, he just tosses it over his shoulder and bends down to pick up another wad of cash. That is to say, another block of stone.]

[okay but what if it's just... he brings it to mouth and bites down on it. Ow?? Okay yeah, it's a brick.]

[Teeth still latched onto it, he glances at Osomatsu and raises his eyebrows up into his hairline at what he sees. Bricks and bamboo? He almost feels bad for his brother, if he weren't such a greedy bastard and probably did something to deserve this anyway. Lbr they both probably did.]

[Still!! Not cool, and he already has it out for this place. He drops his second brick onto the floor with another thud.]

It's these shitty islands... I've been here before. This is only the start. Next thing you know, we'll be zombies. [personal experience!!]

I. CITY SLICKER

[The thing about Myia is that she really, really stands out. There's no written law against strangely colored skin or eyes, but her purple carapace and bright red compound eyes are certainly striking enough to deviate from the norm in a completely unacceptable way.

Not to mention the fact that she piles on plastic, gold-painted jewelry as much as possible. Completely unacceptable.

Good thing she's very good at running.

Myia flitters to and fro between city streets. She's never been to a city so big and so populated, but the winding streets prove just confusing enough that she's able to think on her feet and slip out of view quickly. She's tall and gangly, but slim and flexible enough to slip into tight spots, and her wings that offer her limited flight certainly help.

She's jumped up from dumpster to gate to fire escape to roof, now, and is triumphantly laughing at the angry militia down below who've been dodged for the umpteenth time. They don't seem to realize she's above them, as she's slightly out of sight from the street.]

HA HA HA HA HA! Can't catch Myia! I'm too beautiful and fast!! You'll never see me! Invisible! I'm invisible! Haaaaaaaaa!!!

[Really, it's only a matter of time until they realize.]

III. KICK BACK, RELAX

[What a nice dream. Myia enjoys the ocean, enjoys fish, enjoys the sand beneath her digits. She's fully dressed for the occasion, shorts exposing her segmented insectoid legs full of long, rigid hairs. She has a coconut drink and a fish skewer and she's happily enjoying both. It really reminds her of Maahi. That's probably why she's dreaming about it, but then, she mostly hung out at the docks rather than the beach. Maybe she should take the trip outside of the village's limits more often.

It's just that... being outside the Fishers' jurisdiction, where any Harvester could find her... where Amber could appear -- it sends chills down her carapace.

She quickly shakes her head to clear her mind of the thought, and a short yellowed proboscis emerges from her lips to suck the flesh away from her skewered fish. If you aren't familiar with how bugs like her eat, it's probably very weird to look at with your eyes.

Seriously, there's a tall weird purple bug girl slurping up fish meat while watching people play volleyball. What the hell.

If anyone is caught staring or even so much as glancing at her, she'll call them out.]

Get your own fish! It's my fish! Or are you trying to find my weakness?? I have none! None! Go drink saltwater, ugly! Why are you so ugly!!!

[...This is how she socializes at parties.]

I. CITY SLICKER

[Really, how was Angus to know? All he did was greet a guard with a bright, "Hello, sir! Do you happen to know where--" and instantly he was being told he was in violation of the law. He tried to explain himself, but then they started going on about children displaying emotion and his brightly colored fancy clothes and brandishing their swords at him, and he ran off as fast as his little legs could carry him.

He may be small, but he's certainly fast, and he thinks on his feet. He managed to slip himself into a trash can, but he's, uh, regretting it. Severely.

Every once in a while, he peeks out of the can to check on his surroundings. Maybe you noticed the lid of this nondescript trash can nudge a little?]

II. SKY ISLANDS, OR SKYLANDS

[Angus is quick to observe, and observing these strange floating islands that seem to alter shape as fluidly as paint mixes into new colors has definitely proven fruitful so far. They seem to form around the living beings on them, as he quickly noticed the place take certain moon-like qualities around himself.

He concentrated very hard on recreating the Voidfish's chambers, but no Voidfish was to be found. Just a giant, cylindrical glass full of water rather than fish goo. Next, he tried the Fantasy Costco next to that, thinking maybe he could recreate his favorite soft serve ice cream.

Only the ice cream machine appeared upside down, and sputters out mystery liquid rather than any form of vanilla anything.

In fact, the detail on the shelving of the shopping aisles is completely off. There's product fused through the displays, shelves that are vertical somehow, and randomly, a tree growing out of the ground, but completely cleanly. There's no trace that it burst through the flooring. It looks as if it's simply part of the concrete.

Suddenly, the floor starts to crack and crumble below Angus' feet. He steps out of the way, yelping.]

Oh!! Oh, gosh, did I beef it already...?

III. KICK BACK, RELAX

[Well, gee. Angus has never been to the beach before! He looks completely out of place with his little bowtie, suspenders, and newsie cap, and he's getting all kinds of sand in his loafers, but he couldn't be more excited. The beach! With all the fish and the-- wow, volleyball! Coconut drinks? Angus didn't even think those could be real!

He gratefully grasps a halved coconut and starts drinking out of it, but he stares at the clear tide as it goes in and out, looking almost vexed.

He wants to go in the water, but he's not dressed in his swim trunks. That just won't do.

Oh, but he really wants to. He gazes longingly at the waves. He doesn't even know how to swim, but he doesn't have to go out that far, does he? Just a little?

But then his socks will get wet! Oh, what a conundrum.]

Won't be my loss in the end since it's making more of you.

[Little does Jullien know this isn't the same person that resides in a monkey nest near him. He's never heard that Andarions like Jullien eat humans. His words aren't going to be anywhere near as effective with that background.]

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TEST DRIVE MEME ( 009 )

subaru akehoshi ★ ensemble stars!

Shiny

kravitz | the adventure zone: balance

The Liberator | Original Character

SHINIES

it's... party time

Bird has wished upon the monkey's paw (Osomatsu Matsuno - Osomatsu-san)

iii!

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PARTY

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B - because I must pester a fellow former Forest Covered player

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SKYLANDERS

yes, perfect

skylanders, but only the crash bandicoot ones

crash 4 smash

aku aku amiibo...

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myia ( original character )

angus mcdonald ( the adventure zone )

Worse, he lives near one of Osomatsu's duplicates.