September & October Test Drive

[thewakemods]

It's that time again!

→ Comment with a new character you'd like to test out in the game's setting. (put character/canon in subject line pls!)
→ You don't have to be in the game to comment! HI NEW PEOPLE LET US ENABLE YOU.
→ Tag around with new and old characters.
→ App all those characters
→ ???
→ PROFIT!

**NOTICE** - For new series and recent updates/occurrences to existing ones, please mark as SPOILERS if you must refer to such, but please use your own discretion in general.

Comments

[heavymetalgears]

So, this was an experience. Hank slowly lifted his hand, his eyes trained on the skeleton, and he palmed the front of his mouth, blew into the palm, and took a deep sniff. "I'm not drunk enough for this shit." He explained.

"I don't know what you're talking about. I don't know what I'm doing. I don't even know why I'm talking to you." He cocked his head and narrowed his eyes before he chanced a finger forward to poke at the bones - if he was allowed to.

[micancion]

He makes a face, "Ay, if you see dead people when you're drunk I'd stay away from the stuff." The poke is allowed and Hector gives him sort of a 'really?' look before shaking his head, "I'm as real as you, at least I am in this place."

Holding his hand out he grins, "I'm Hector, welcome to Nautilus, I am sorry for your loss."

[heavymetalgears]

“Yeah, me… fucking … too .. man.” He moves his hand toward the offered hand and just, well, kind of reluctantly holds the fingers in a soft shake. Normally (because he’s just so accustomed to talking to bones) he would probably avoid a handshake, the formality just too ridiculous in his day and age but he somehow can’t avoid the desire to give the bones another try. Once he gets his shake he pulls his hand back with a firm grimace to his face. “Yeah, okay, yes..” The loss of his goddamned sanity.

“So uh..” He waits a moment, pulls his chin down to his chest and looks up at the skeleton as if he’s got heartburn, or vomit, he’s fighting back before he straightens his head again. “What’s all going on here?” He gestured to the other.

[micancion]

Hector tries to not laugh, but the amusement lingers in his eyes. He can't blame the man for the reaction. To be fair, Hector would have probably rushed off screaming like a coyote had their places been switched.

But they weren't, so Hector was just amused.

Until he rolled his eyes at the question, "Ay, nothing! That's the problem! It's...quiet. And sure, there's something crazy that happens something, pero most of the time? Just. This." And he gestures to the relatively quiet streets and still buildings, "Every night it's the same thing. What people are here walk around, the...not people in the buildings are there and there isn't a sound on the street." He shakes his head, "It's very sad."