test drive meme: pre-game opening #1

[jumpscare]

___test drive meme: dead weight edition. Step 1 → Post with the character and journal you're wanting to play. Leave the message blank with your Character's Name | Character's Canon. Step 2 → Other people respond to your thread! Fight zombies, deal with the "fictional character" news, whatever you please. Step 3 → ??? Step 4 → PROFIT! Step 5 → Spread the word! Bring a friend! Make a random announcement on D_M! Get this post to crack the hundreds! It doesn't matter if you end up apping or not! This is a place of fun and meeting new people before the waiting!

Text somewhat shamelessly stolen from assguardians.

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[ex_spins462]

This is ridiculous.

[ Her voice is flat, steady. The way the pamphlet crumples in her hand is the only sign Natasha gives of how displeased she is by this news. Fictional. As though in all her complexity and broken dreams, her power and womanhood, could have been simply made up inside one person's head. ]

My life is mine. And I intend to return to it.

[ She glances across at the other woman in the room with her — a girl, really — as though noticing her for the first time. ]

[notafatty]

[ Yukito had only just sat up at the sound of the flatly spoken statement. At first the company didn't quite dawn on her; the feel of torn clothes and an oversized jacket are against her skin, the places where the bonds had restrained her when she had struggled for the half second before the phone buzzed and she was given that rather cryptic message. It ended with a soft beep, and with perplexity written all over her face, she dropped the phone onto the bed beside her. ]

[ Ears perked at the sound of talking by then - not alone, you're not alone - and a yellowed gaze danced up, meeting that of the other female in the room with a sort of bland curiosity. And a wave of embarrassment when it dawned on her that she might have been staring, intruding on a private, self-conversational moment. People needed those; it was very rude of her to intrude without some sort of contribution to the cause. ]

Well... [ She began, and nodded agreeably. ] ...Yeah. Yeah, you should - that is something you should do.

[ex_spins462]

[ She could almost be human, if it wasn't for those ears. Natasha is very good at not staring rudely at things she finds strange, not even drawing attention to it, but she's noticed them, wonders if they're a cosmetic feature or a marker of something else. ]

What's your name?

[notafatty]

[ Those ears and those eyes. They're more than enough reason to stare - really, it's okay, Natasha, it's normal; normal humans stare at them all the time and she's usually not as bothered about it as the boys - but some part of her (a deep down, subconscious part) appreciates the slight kindness taken in not outwardly gawking. ]

[ It promotes a level of comfort between them, a I'm not a monsters, see? level of comfort. And it is probably why she offers her name up so readily when asked. ]

I'm Yukito. What's yours?

[ex_spins462]

Natalie.

[ It's not actually a lie. She has a passport with the name Natalie on it. If you translate her real name from the Russian it can come out Natasha or Natalia; they're the same thing. They're the same person. She smiles at the girl with pointed ears, a tiny reassuring smile. Her American accent is flawless. ]

It's going to be okay, Yukito. Are you from Japan? Would you feel more comfortable if I spoke Japanese?

[notafatty]

[ Natalie? Natalie. That's a pretty name, she thinks quietly. The smile is just a smile, but it's sweet, nice - comforting in such a world of discomfort, and Yukito shifts on the table, inches forward a little and leans in to the conversation. ]

I don't mind how you're talking.

[ ...it's actually the first time she's considered that she can understand the other lady. It's...it's weird. But this whole thing is weird, this whole situation. ]

Do you - uh, do you think this is all real? [ All being accentuated by a wave of the hand to the room around them. ]