SPRING TEST DRIVE MEME

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THE TEST DRIVE MEME

Got someone you want to try out before you app? Well this is the post for it! Feel free to use anything that fits in the setting of Drift Fleet! Want to play bumper shuttles? Want to go wild in a med bay? Play around with the current plot? Have at it!

Threads from the Test-Drive may be made game "canon" but DO NOT count toward AC!

FOR NEW PLAYERS: You DO NOT NEED an invite to participate in the TEST DRIVE! If you decide to APP into the game, ONLY THEN will you need an invite from a current player! Applications for new players open April 1st.

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From now on, Test Drives will be posted SEASONALLY (or every three months!). So the next one will be posted in the summer!

Comments

[athru]

[ Might, could have, possibly - all of it feels like too much and Raven is frustrated because none of it sits right. She still feels some kind of strange bitterness in her mouth, the kind that comes hand in hand with what she sees as betrayal, and she feels sick with it even as she shuts it down. What should be most important is that she's here with Charles and he's accepting her back, but she can't hide her hurts or her frustrations when they're so obvious, so clear.

It's easier to tilt into his touch and pretend everything is okay, just for now. ]

It shouldn't have happened. That's all.

[ And her chest swells because she knows it's true. She has a barely remembered ache in her leg to remind her, a broken heart and years lost fighting for a cause that the world completely ignored. ]

That's all.

[axiomed]

[ While he agrees, Charles has learned that closing himself off from the world doesn't stop the hurt, only prevents the cycle. But that was his lesson to learn. Raven has different lessons she holds close to her chest. And she was right. It should not have happened.

It was a tragedy, Shakespearean in nature. He glances away briefly. ]

It's dangerous for me to think that way. But you're right.

[athru]

[ It's a little callous, she realises, to sit here looking at him and think that it shouldn't have happened when it had - and Charles has to live with it, day in and day out. She reaches out and strokes both her hands over his face again, forcing him to look at her, her eyes boring into his for a long, long moment before she smiles.

She feels like she's the big sister all of a sudden, like she has to change herself to protect him. It's very, very odd. ]

You're right. So we won't talk about it anymore. We'll talk about how you need a haircut instead.

[axiomed]

[ He frowns, though not out of irritation or anger. ]

There is nothing wrong with my hair.

[ This is very hip for the seventies. ]

[athru]

I'm surprised you don't have split ends.

[ She runs her hand through it, considering. ]

It does look nice, I suppose. Maybe with a trim.

[axiomed]

[ He touches the back of his neck, feeling a little self-conscious. He's never paid much attention to his looks since Cuba. ]

I suppose a trim isn't a bad idea.

[athru]

Do you think I could do it for you?

[ It's more of a request to spend more time with each other than anything else, quiet and hopeful. ]

[axiomed]

[ He glances at her, before smiling, a teasing line. ]

As long as you leave some of it on.

[athru]

I don't know. You'd look quite good with a buzz cut.

[ Haha. Can you imagine. She snorts. ]

[axiomed]

[ He makes a brief horrified expression. ]

I highly doubt that.

[athru]

Oh, I know!

[ And then she gathers his hair up, grinning. ]

Mohawk.

[axiomed]

[ Dryly. ]

I'm reconsidering my decision already.

[athru]

Don't be silly. You know I was always the stylish one.

[ And she lets his hair fall down, smoothing it with careful hands. ]

[axiomed]

I'm not denying that, but I draw the line at a mohawk.

[ This was . . . banter. It slipped by naturally. He probably wouldn't have considered himself capable of this a few months ago. But this was normal.

This was working. ]

[athru]

We'll take a little bit off and then see how you feel. If you want more then we'll keep going, but if not then that's fine.

[ Her own hair is as long as ever, but she can change it with barely a thought if she wanted to. Naturally, blue and red, it's far shorter, but maybe she likes it long because it's different. Because it's pretty. ]

[axiomed]

I doubt it'll be what it once was.

[ The boyish, cultured look. With curls and bobs in the right place. Erik used to protest that the beard was scratchy, he mused. Perhaps it's time to get rid of it as well.

Honestly, he thought, there was a kind of security in how shaggy he looked. He no longer wanted to be noticed. ]

[athru]

Well, no, I don't want that. I like you as you are now.

[ Not just in appearance, but in how he handles himself and how he treats her. He's not as cocky, not as sure of himself, and that makes Charles seem a little more human. He's not the same brother that thought he knew best and imagined that he might be able to tell her what she had to do - he was a human man that missed his sister, just as she missed her brother. ]

[axiomed]

[ He's tempted to agree, but . . . she doesn't really know him. She did know what he was before and they both got a glimpse of the other briefly, their changes and growths. But it wasn't the same.

Suddenly, he finds himself in the grips of an old fear. Had he changed so much that there's nothing left of the old Charles Xavier? Would he still be able to inspire the hope needed? ]

Well, let's get to know each other better first.

[athru]

It's been a long time, hasn't it?

[ Sometimes it's easy to forget, because time doesn't really feel like time for her. Hank had told her once that when she was fifty she would still look like a teenager, and she wonders what that means for her lifespan and how she'll handle herself in the future - but she doesn't want to think about that now. She just wants to think about Charles.

Looking around, she softens, taking in the sights. ]

Maybe we could get something to eat.

[axiomed]

[ Charles follows her gaze. ]

I don't think you'll find much in lieu of good food here, I'm afraid.

[athru]

Did I say I wanted anything good?

[ She smiles, leaning down to raise her eyebrow. ]

I just want to spend time with you.

[axiomed]

Are you sure? I've been told I'm very boring and academic.