SEPTEMBER TEST DRIVE

[thespaceopera]

THE FALL TEST DRIVE MEME
(Or Spring 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!

Helpful Info for Ideas!:

September's Star System

Game Details

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

Comments

Dog!!

[wolfehawke]

[Mages gotta eat too, which is why Adalwolfe is poised over the stall's grill trying to pick the choicest piece of meat of a skewer he can see. He notices the large black dog creep up right away, honed as his senses are to all things canine, and immediately strikes up an overly animated conversation with the stall owner, waving his arms as he talks. If one of those arms happens to 'accidentally' flip a strip of grilled deliciousness onto the ground, well then he's ever so sorry about that and here let him buy two more just to make up for it.

Thus is how Wolfe ends up with two meat skewers for the price of three and surreptitiously looking around for the large black dog after disengaging from the stall owner.]

Hey boy, I got another for you!

[maraudinggrim]

[It didn't exactly go unnoticed when the man came up to the stall and made a distraction out of himself, but it didn't dawn on Sirius that it might be for his benefit until the skewer flipped off the grill and fell into the dirt on the ground.

Better than he could have hoped.

He didn't have time to look back or offer any sort of thanks for the distraction, he just gently picked up the still-hot skewer and fled to a nearby alley.

By the time his aide found him, he'd scarfed down most of the strip, burnt tongue be damned, and was chewing on the stick. Hawke's arrival, however, had him back on his feet and tense, ready to run anywhere else if need be. Even the temptation of more food held Sirius' suspicion and it was clear in the way he moved to put his side to Hawke, still half ready to bolt as canine eyes sized up the man. Eyes that held far too much intelligence for a regular dog.]

[wolfehawke]

No, no, it's ok. I brought this for you.

[Wolfe holds out another skewer, hunkering down into a crouch to be less imposing. He knows that look, the same look any unsure Mabari would give when being offered something from a stranger. There's clearly much more to this dog than meets the eye.

Adalwolfe waits patiently, and if the dog doesn't come any closer, he gently tosses the skewer about halfway between them. A compromise, even if he would really rather pet the dog.]

[maraudinggrim]

[Sirius is still cautious, but he takes a tiny step forward and then stills again. It wasn't like the one he saw fly off the grill, this one could be coated in who knew what kinds of poisons or hexed or anything.

But he could practically hear his own voice chiding him in his mind. This guy had no idea who Sirius was, he wasn't out for him, they were far too far from anything remotely similar to home to actually have to be so paranoid. But old habits were hard to break, especially when he didn't know anyone else here.

No, it was probably fine...worst case scenario, he could probably actually bite the hand trying to feed him if anything seemed too questionable.

By the time he comes to any sort of decision, though, the skewer has been tossed between them and Sirius accepts the compromise with a touch of relief. He sniffs the meat and can't smell anything wrong, so decides to jump at least three paws in and hunker down again, less prone to dashing off than he'd been before.]

[wolfehawke]

There's a good boy.

[If Adalwolfe had a tail of his own it would be wagging. Maker's breath he misses Drools but all dogs are a gift so he's not going to look this one in the mouth. So to speak.]

I have one more, if you're still hungry. I took a bite off the end though. I hope you don't mind.

[Drools never did. Food is food after all, and they shared everything else.]

[maraudinggrim]

[Sirius finished off the strip hastily once the first bite made it down his throat without fuss. He was getting full, years of light eating had cropped his appetite out of necessity, but it was tasty and this man was clearly trustworthy enough.

The dog slowly took a step closer to the man and then another, before closing the distance between them to press his nose to the back of the man's hand...and maybe give it a small lick.]

[wolfehawke]

[He doesn't squeal outright, but there is definitely a happy noise that's made in the back of Adalwolfe's throat. With one hand he offers the skewer and with the other he tentatively makes to scratch between the dog's ears, feeling the soft fur between his fingers with the same pleasure one might get out of a good glass of wine or a bubble bath. Nothing is hardly as relaxing to Adalwolfe as petting a dog.]

[maraudinggrim]

[He takes a bite from the skewer, but leans into the hand scratching between his ears. There really wasn't anything better than a good ear scratch.

His leaning results in him resting his chin on the man's knee, leaving approximately half of the skewer behind as he elected to enjoy the contact instead.]

[wolfehawke]

[All coherent thought empties Wolfe's head, instead just repeating "puppy puppy puppy PUPPY!" over and over in a childish voice as he scratches a bit harder, then moves his fingers to find where the big black dog's leg will get going.]

What a good boy you are!

[maraudinggrim]

[He can't help but laugh to himself over how this man devolved so quickly. This was what made this form so perfect for hiding: if people didn't ignore the dog, they turned into silly affectionate messes that would let him eat out of their hand.

He enjoyed the scratching and gave the man the reaction he was looking for, but it was soon time to move on, he could hardly stay here all day or let the thought that Padfoot might be adoptable enter the stranger's head.

He backed out of the man's reach and shook himself off before offering a 'boof' of thanks.]

[wolfehawke]

[Oh no he BOOFED!!!

Wolfe stays where he knows, knowing dogs enough to know that if he were to make to follow or try and get the canine to stay, he'd be met with at least a warning growl and at most teeth. The fluffball seems to be getting on alright anyway, not emaciated like some of the animals in Lowtown.]

We're even for the scratch.