SPRING TEST DRIVE

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THE SPRING TEST DRIVE MEME
(Or Fall Test Drive for you Southern Hemisphere folks!)

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!

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Test drives are posted SEASONALLY, so the next one will be in June!

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[proweird]

She is vaguely aware that they're diabetic sappy, something resembling every romantic movie ever made. She really doesn't care. It's been such a long road for them to get here to this blissful point and they've gone through so much. They deserve this, Elena thinks.

"I'll get some armor," she tells him. "We can both wear it." Sometimes, Elena worries about the same thing; she worries that she hasn't really woken up, that she's still in some magical sleep while everyone she loves lives out their lives without her.

This isn't where she thought she'd end in up. In fact, this isn't a place that she could ever even imagine, but she's happy here. She stays close, but turns with him toward the box.

She gives him a wide -eyed, suspicious look. "Stefan...that sounds a little...Caroline made me read Fifty Shades of Grey. Tell me this is not a re-enactment of that."

[stefanged]

There's a long moment of silence as Stefan returns that skeptical look and tries to process what he just heard. Caroline made her read - no, really, Care made her read what?

(Note to future self: make sure Elena has way better access to porn, because 50 Shades was terrible. Not anywhere near as bad as Icha Icha Paradise, but. Still up there.)

"Okay, first off - Care has terrible taste in literature, and second, no. Not even remotely close. That's just uh, the nicest thing I could think to say." He laughs, pulling out a few more candles. They're labeled Kraken Dreams, Mana Potion, Chai Latte, and... drumroll... Freedom.

Freedom even comes wrapped in a miniature American flag. Stefan doesn't even try to unravel it.

"What do you think we should do with these?"

[proweird]

So she'd have someone to discuss it with. It's what best friends do, Stefan.

(Okay, to be fair, it was her first real brush with porn. She's experimented a little more with it since then, but she wouldn't say she's an expert and what does he expect from something that sounds like itchy itchy paradise? It sounds like a horrible weekend at the lake when she'd lost the fight with mosquitoes and had spent the rest of the weekend covered in calamine lotion.)

"I wouldn't call that literature but..." When he pulls out more candles, Elena actually blushes because she'd assumed he'd meant more romantic props as opposed to...more candles.

"I...might take the chai latte off your hands." She leans in to take a sniff of the kraken dreams and makes a face. "That one we should throw away. It smells like rotten fish and salt water."

[stefanged]

"I was gonna say despair," he admits, pressing his lips together as he looks at Kraken Dreams. "But you know what? That's probably a more accurate description."

Of all the weird sponsored junk Stefan's gotten, this is the worst. He remembers the knock-off stuffed animals with wonky eyes; he remembers the bright red t-shirts; and he especially remembers the pear & pomegranate hair gel. (He smelled like fruit for weeks.)

"Unfortunately? I think we've got eight more boxes to throw out the airlock. Our sponsors are uh, incredibly generous with their garbage."

[proweird]

"Despair isn't a bad way to encapsulate it," she agrees. "It's just more a more literal one. Yours is the mood I think it would inspire by lighting it. Maybe we should save them and give them to anyone we don't like. You know, if Elijah or Klaus or Katherine were to pop in." She glances around like saying their names might actually invoke them.

T-shirts might not be bad and at least the hair gel is useful and doesn't smell like despair. She's still getting used to the idea of the sponsored junk and is a little intrigued and, dare she say, excited about it.

She gives him a look that is equal parts confused and surprised because why would anyone need eight boxes of candles. "Maybe we can keep a couple of them, make sure to display them prominently and pawn the others off on people who like despair and freedom?"

Only she's not sure who those people would be and if they came to her for a professional opinion, she'd recommend a therapist.

[stefanged]

"It could be part of the welcoming package. Welcome to the Fleet, here's your year's supply of crappy candles."

Stefan nods in agreement. This is a foolproof, perfect plan, and absolutely nothing wrong would happen if they hand-delivered terrible candles to their worst enemies. Sure, he doesn't remember half of their battles, but he sure doesn't think they were pleasant.

"Also, uh, sorry if you were planning on getting any actual work done. I don't think that's happening anymore."

[proweird]

"I like the way you think, Salvatore," she grins. Of course, she'll feel a little guilty pawning these things off on new arrivals, but maybe someone somewhere will like them.

Of course not! Elena doesn't believe that in the least, but it's fun to talk about it and no, they weren't pleasant battles.

She tilts her head to the side, considering him a moment. "Hmmm, I could suggest that you're horrible for my work ethic," she tells him, leaning in to press her lips against his neck, "but I got the bulk of my work done this morning." She pulls back to look up at him again. "You're free to distract and corrupt."

[stefanged]

"Unfortunately," he begins, only to laugh at the kiss, "I haven't finished the bulk of mine."

Who's distracting who now? Stefan's started to notice these tiny, little differences since Elena transferred - and while he doesn't mind the company, his work's fallen entirely to the wayside. (How bothersome. On the other hand, he suspects he's turning into Caroline, with how many obligations he fulfills in a single day.)

"So I can only corrupt you for... oh, half an hour?" He says, reaching out for her wrist and lightly wrapping a hand around it. "Take it or leave it, Dr. Gilbert."

[proweird]

Elena hums a little and sing-songs under her breath slaaaaacker then smiles sweetly at Stefan.

Distracting Stefan is definitely a weekly goal, at least. She delights in it and she may be a grown woman with a medical degree, but she will always be a seventeen year old girl when it comes to Stefan. (Caroline being Caroline looks much better on Caroline, that sentence totally makes sense.)

"Hmmm, I guess if that's the best you can do, I'll have to take it." She shoves at his chest a little. "Exam room three, Mr. Salvatore."

[stefanged]

He rolls his eyes a little at the Mr. - he's halfway through earning a MD too! - but he turns around, leading her towards one of their broom closets for their impromptu 'examination.'

"You got it." He's practically humming like a bird as he holds the door open for them, and while he knows that he really shouldn't cave into his desire - he also knows that their time here is limited. Might as well make the best of it.