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test drive meme!

Here's how it works!

➊ wanna play a character but don't have the time? or maybe you just want to test them out?
➋ well go for it! post them here like they're already in the game (text, voice, video or action), and have them talk to characters already in the big gay Garden! Be sure to put their name and fandom in the subject line, for those of us who don't know it.
➌ then app them because you know you want to. 8|

Please spread the word about this meme, and happy Thursday!

Comments

lucy diamond → debs.

[downwithdebs.livejournal.com]

( Okay, morons. This would be one Lucinda Reynolds, a.k.a Lucy Diamond. Only surviving member of the Reynolds crime syndicate. It's believed she was behind the plot to sink Australia in 1999.

Also she's wearing a very stylish shirt from Target. )

Scud? Scud?! You freaking jackass! ( Yeah, she's stalking along, yelling up into the trees - she thinks there might be radio devices. Or, on the off-chance this is all real, she's just blowing off steam. )

You put me in some magical gay utopia because I didn't want to date the Russian girl? What is wrong with you? God!

( Crossing her arms, and... side-eying a cat as it wanders by. ) And what's with the talking cats? Did you get those from Japan? Is this a magical gay garden in Japan?

( . . . ) Ugh! ( And kicking a tree, oops. )

Jordan Langley | OC

[bitingretort.livejournal.com]

Oh, a garden of women. I must have died and gone to Heaven to be so well rewarded. [The redhead leans in closer to the mirror, poking at it curiously.] I can stay for maybe a few hours, but then I really have to go. You know how it is, ladies, don't you? Gotta make sure my brother's okay so that he doesn't become a sperm bank for some nasty little demon queens.

Mm, and point me in the direction of alcohol, please. Might as well be boozed up for my magical lesbian adventures.

[cosmogenic.livejournal.com]

Afraid it'll be more than a few hours, love. It's a bit of a one way trip, and Her Majesty isn't inclined to take audiences.

Demon queens, you say. Are they at least attractive?

bonnie carmichael → original character.

[prescientific.livejournal.com]

( Bonnie's quiet, just padding across the grass, slowly making her way towards the bar, pulling out a battered-looking packet of gum. She drags a stick out with her teeth, drops the pack back into one of her worn-out jackets many pockets, before opening the stick.

LE OPTION 1:
Catch her outside. She's having trouble opening that stick of gum, gosh darn it. She speaks with a Southern drawl. ) Aw, gosh-- c'mon, now.


( LE OPTION 2:
She doesn't get intercepted before the bar, she'll just sidle on up to the counter, hoisting herself up onto a seat. ) Um. Have, uh. ( Her head tilts just a little, with a tiny smile. ) Have you got any milk?

already sorry. option 2!!

[cosmogenic.livejournal.com]

[loooking over. Hmm. Not bad. Kind of cute.]

You want...milk at a bar in an interdimensional lesbian paradise. [a beat.] Is it even interesting milk, like from some sort of alien creature?

Even soy might work.

Melisande Shahrizai de la Courcel ⇁ Kushiel's Legacy

[acolderheart.livejournal.com]

[The woman is silent for a long moment, glancing down in amusement at the almost innocent white shift she wears before inspecting the Vine, gaining some measure of the place before she speaks] And so the board changes.

[She smiles, and raises her voice] I don't suppose there is someone with an explanation at hand?

[volticcrush.livejournal.com]

[Lacking a heart sometimes makes it easier to read others'. So when Larxene spies the woman on the Vine, she gets a sense of coldness, and cruelty, and it intrigues her quite a bit, oh yes.]

That depends on what you want explained, and what you plan to do with it~

Copper 'Harry' Houdini Blackstone Dresden-The Dresden Files

[toostubborn2die.livejournal.com]

Okay, I've been willing to put up with a log of the indignities this place has to offer, [Pft, no she hasn't] but this? [She holds up swimwear that is tiny, black, and held together by very carefully tied bits of string.]

Yeah, no, this is not going to happen.

[restlessdevil.livejournal.com]

I think it would look lovely on you.

rarity → my little pony: friendship is magic (humanized)

[proaristocratic.livejournal.com]

[A loud gasp of air of what either sounds either surprised or horrified.]

My stars! What a lovely garden. Oh, you could have the grandest parties in this garden! Oh, and I could make dresses! That represent each flower! A deep burgundy dress made wide with chiffon for a rose, a light pink dress made of tulle for a carnation... [She's goes to keep going on and on until someone stops her, honestly.]

[toostubborn2die.livejournal.com]

[She scratches her head, utterly baffled by this woman's reaction to being kidnapped]

Everyone copes in different ways I guess.

Flawkes | Cargo! The Quest for Gravity

[andchewgum.livejournal.com]

[Flawkes is eyeing a cat speculatively.]

... I really shouldn't kick them, should I?

Lambda-11 ⇒ Blazblue

[cobbledtogether.livejournal.com]

[So, there's a cat. It's holding a scroll in its mouth, waiting almost expectantly for the girl (http://i11.photobucket.com/albums/a164/Cheyanime/Cheyanime%202/ny000_00.png) kneeling before it to take it. The girl doesn't seem to realize what she's supposed to do, though. Instead, she's just staring at it quite intently.]

Analyzing... Analyzing... Analysis complete. Creature appears to be a domestic cat... Species: Felis catus... Female.

Erzabet | OC

[batheinyourlove.livejournal.com]

[What you may or may not realize is that someone has been following you. Stalking, you might even say. What you probably don't realize is that it has been going on for days. And you're almost certainly not aware that it has been happening while you sleep, too. What you will see now, is a coyly blushing young woman with blonde pigtails chewing at her bottom lip.]

Hello...

[priestessheart.livejournal.com]

U-um, hello?

C-can I help you with something?

Rose Murphy | OC

[coldhardwitch.livejournal.com]

[A young woman sits alone, eyes closed and legs folded in the lotus position, surrounded by symbols etched into the dirt. They form circles, squares, pentagrams, and countless other symbols, all overlapped and gathered together into one large, elaborate display. Look closely, and you might even notice them glowing softly.

And she's muttering under her breath.]

Stick me in the bloody jungle, will you? I'll show you...

[toostubborn2die.livejournal.com]

[ She was drawn in by the floating symbols, finding some of them recognizable, while others rather alien, and more bearing a resemblance to what she knows while still managing to be different in a hundred subtle ways. Magic is a subject she never tires of learning about, and she finds herself studying this display closely, not wanting to speak out of a concern for breaking the other caster's focus.

When the woman starts muttering, however, she recognizes that tone of voice]

Uh, should I take cover?

Shinjiko Ikari | Neon Genesis Evangelion

[pilotthedamneva.livejournal.com]

[A girl sits in the field of flowers, dressed in the white garb of a new arrival, looking absolutely confused. A folded plugsuit rests nearby.]

...This... how did this happen?

ahhhh you are my favorite

[fangtipped.livejournal.com]

Sorry, but no one really knows how the Queen brings people here. I do know you're gonna be stuck in this place for a little while, though.

KAMINA | Tengen Toppa Gurren Lagann

[kaminaaneki.livejournal.com]

[The Vine opens to reveal a woman standing there, with strikingly improbable blue hair. She has decided to do away with her shift, but rather than replacing it with clothes, as such, is just wrapped in a red cape. There are angular orange sunglasses resting on her face, glistening in the sunlight. And the look on her face tells you one thing, one very important thing.

You may want to prepare to brace yourself for some noise.]

OOOOOOOOI. I don't know where this is, or who brought me here, but this will not stand. Do you know who I am? I am Kamina, leader of the DAI-GURREN DAN. I have business to take care of.

So you have exactly five minutes to let me go. OR ELSE.

^_____^

[restlessdevil.livejournal.com]

[Zenobia gasps over the video feed.] I don't know who you are, but damn! You know how to make an entrance!

riful of the west | claymore

[amasses.livejournal.com]

[Well. This is certainly an improvement over being dead, at any rate. Better than the boneless, formless space she'd been in before. But it is unusual. An unexpected and not entirely pleasant development.

The cat nearby hands her a scroll, and she skims it quickly once, then a second time. Something like bemusement crosses over her young features. While grateful for the reprieve from death, Riful has no intention on serving anyone. That time was lifetimes ago. Her eyes darken, narrow.

To test the validity of what she's just read, she very politely asks the Vine to bloom. It does, and her expression changes from the dark, calculating look to one of childlike wonder as if on cue.]

--My! So it does work. [She sits among the wildflowers, fingers laced beneath her chin, and smiles warmly, fondly, at the Vine, as if it's some sort of interesting pet.] Amazing!

I shouldn't forget my manners, then. My name is Riful, and it is a pleasure to make your...acquaintances. [a beat.] While I am pleased at the invitation, I'm afraid I'll have to decline. [She clasps her hands in front of her, and looks briefly distressed.] I really hate to be rude, but see, I have some unfinished business at home.

I should not want to do this. :T

[namedforthesky]

Hate to say it, but once you're here, you can't leave unless the Queen sends you home.

[This is a video feed!]

Nelius | OC

[winds-wept.livejournal.com]

[A woman who appears to be in her mid-twenties is sitting cross-legged in the grass. The songbirds have found her, and as she seems to have no will to shoo them away, they have flocked around her. She is already covered with flowers. She displays no signs of minding or even noticing this.

Instead, she is regarding the Vine and its attendant mirror fixedly, trying to determine exactly what it is.

She narrows her eyes. The Vine vibrates, and the picture flickers for a moment. Finally, she speaks.]

I've lost my caretaker. His name is Reian.

Eleanor | Rule of Rose

[cagemyhappiness.livejournal.com]

[Having found a small grove of rosebushes, Eleanor's situated herself near them- as befitting her high, if imaginary and thus empty, rank of Countess. Even here, so far from the orphanage she knows if cares little for, the known and the habitual must be clung to.

So she sits, watching a red robin fluttering overhead. Her usually blank eyes are alight with a small, hopeful fire; she's leaning forward with a subdued kind of eagerness. Could that be the red bird she's longed for? The red bird of happiness? When the robin takes off to some unknown destination, Eleanor gets up to follow it, empty birdcage clutched in one small hand.

Yet birds have wings and can go where they wish, and little girls cannot. The robin takes the high branch of a tree for his perch, and Eleanor gazes up at her lost prize powerlessly. But not for long; still holding the birdcage, the tiny girl begins to try and climb the tree.]

oh goodness, Rule of Rose <3

[manymasked]

... Do you want help with that?

utena tenjou | revolutionary girl utena

[revolutionized]

[The Mirror is recording, but this girl seems not to notice it, toying with a tattered, ruined jacket in her hands. It's more elaborate than her usual uniform jacket, but it matters little, in the state it's in. The already dark material is stained black in some places with dried blood, and when she brings it to the light, shakes it out, loose white rose petals fall in her lap. There are light scratches along her hands and bare arms, scratches that were not there, before. She folds the jacket and sets it in her lap.]

Back here again, huh...? This thing is ruined... [She drifts into silence, and her expression clouds, clears again.

She finally seems to notice the Mirror, and immediately cheers up, trying for a weak smile.] Um, hello! I'm not sure if everyone remembers me, but I was here before. My name's Utena Tenjou. I went home, for a little while. I don't know how long.

[Her bare fingers clench, gathering up the fabric in her lap.] But I'm back now. Is everyone okay? Geez...I bet a lot of weird stuff has gone on since I've been gone.

Eeeeeeeeeeeeee

[gun-cata.livejournal.com]

Utena!

[ And she... doesn't look good. Larry's already considering rushing to where the arrivals appear and trying to find her. She's not sure whose blood that is, and she's certainly sure that she doesn't care, because Utena's not in the best shape. ]

I'm just fine, but what about you?

hikaru sulu; star trek xi

[parkingthechair.livejournal.com]

[ WELP. this is sulu, blinking into the camera. she looks...perplexed, to say the least. she blows the hair out of her face and then sighs. ]

Does anyone know where I am?

[notthatchair.livejournal.com]

[Sorry brah, Jim is looking for a Mr Sulu, not a Miss]

So far as I know, not really. I can tell you that, whatever your home world was, you're not there any more.

headcase | incorruptible & irredeemable.

[supernatantly.livejournal.com]

[Ugh. What the hell is going on here. Have a chick all decked out in leather with a domino mask; she looks to be in her early twenties and, well, annoyed. What a shitty day. No, really. Shit-ty. She'd probably be complaining but--] --oh, hey! Look at these flowers...

[alwaysricochets.livejournal.com]

[That outfit certainly looks interesting. Rico's used to the like in her line of work, though. Maybe this is her kind of girl.]

Huh. Nice costume.

Kadaj . FFVII: Advent Children

[a-good-daughter.livejournal.com]

[In the clearing stands a young woman. Her hair is dull silver and falls across her face. Her eyes are of a very different green than that of the vegetation around her and their pupils are cat-slit. Seemingly disoriented, she apparently isn't aware that she's being observed by a nearby vine, or of very much in general.
She sways on her feet, turning her head as if searching for something unseen. When she calls out, her voice is low, soft in a tentative way. As if she's only just learned to speak.]

Mother?

[tasercopter.livejournal.com]

[Oh, fuck no.

She can't exactly pretend she doesn't know this one. And she doesn't think before reacting, speaking angrily into the mirror.]

Your ma's dead, asshole.

Doriane Gray | The Picture of Dorian Gray (book)

[portraitofvice.livejournal.com]

[Doriane has cast away the shift, instead picking out a blue dress much more to her tastes-and much more revealing than she would have been allowed to wear back home. It feels good to indulge in being lazy, and she addresses the Vine with the easy, playful confidence she used to wear. The picture is gone. And yet she still feels as beautiful and strong as ever.]

I've never heard of a secret paradise for ladies before, with all the books there are. Or is this simply the illusion of Heaven cast down before those about to enter purgatory? [She laughs, removing the pins that hold her hair back and shaking it out a bit.] Please do tell me I'm being misled with how...perfect it seems.

Kuja | Final Fantasy 9

[existwithoutme.livejournal.com]

Such fine words. Such a pleasure to listen to. For once, I'm almost impressed. Most of the children here aren't nearly so eloquent. [The woman who approaches Doriane is small in stature, but makes a large impression, her silver-lavender hair crowned with feathers, her clothing elaborate and ornate.]

Tell me, are you a poet? You must at least have the soul of one.

This is a paradise of sorts, bright and deathless, but perhaps not perfect. No, not that. That's not a word I would use lightly.

Ranka Lee | Macross Frontier | Don't look at my userpics | What am I doing?

[nyan-moe.livejournal.com]

Eeeeh? T-trapped? But... but...

[ The green-haired teen seems a biiit distraught. She looks around quickly, her hair flipping up into the air unnaturally. Ranka's still wearing the shift they wake up in, having been wearing just a simple sundress earlier, not even noticing the change in her shock. ]

I have a rehearsal and I have to meet with Alto and Sheryl and... and...

[ And omg the animals and the vines and... this doesn't make any sense aaaah! ]

I really have to go home!

<3 Ranka

[restlessdevil.livejournal.com]

[Did her hair just move on its own!? ...Must be seeing things.]

Yep! Sorry, but you'll be here in the gardens for a while or more. It's okay, though.

Rehearsal? Are you in a play?

[rosered.livejournal.com]

Fancy.

[ Says the girl in red, black and gold sitting on a large mushroom, legs crossed and looking bored -- well, formerly. ]

You're looking a little green yourself, you know.

Yorda | ICO

[white-doves-fly.livejournal.com]

[She saw the ruins from a distance, and the profile of them against the sky made her heart leap and beat frantically in her chest for an awful moment. She took several involuntary steps back before it dawned that the shape of them was all wrong. Familiar, but wrong all the same.

Hesitantly, she let her feet lead her in that direction. The cool grass between her toes was lovely, and the rhythmic swishing of it calmed her down. It wasn't a long walk from where she'd been, at least.

Perhaps it wasn't wise, she thought, as she stepped onto the sun-warmed, crumbling stone. But...she had to look. They'd told her the boy couldn't help her anymore. She had to see for herself if any of them were here.]

[swarmoflies]

[Sette was bored. Bored bored bored. There wasn't anything interesting to do in the Gardens, other than pick fights with the other inhabitants and plot your overthrowing of the current Queen. It was almost like an oppressively nice prison, except an awful lot sunnier than Da had described the clink as being.]

[And then, oh ho, what's this? Someone new, walking around on the ground beneath the ruin Sette had perched herself atop. Sette didn't recognize that pale face from around the Garden.]

[Time to introduce herself to the new fish, and show her who's boss. Sette drops down agilely, landing right behind Yorda.]

Yer money or yer life!

[Always open with a classic.]

braig ☆ kingdom hearts

[rosered.livejournal.com]

[ Instead of the usual oh god someone help me routine she's witnessed so far, she decides to put up a wake-up call -- at least, it seems like it when she made a loud, high-pitched whistle with no hands. Over here, people...! ]

[namedforthesky]

[Sora notices! How could she not? She'll approach, friendly as ever.]

Oh, hey, welcome to the Gardens!

Riku | Kingdom Hearts | Oh gawd what am I doing--

[landbetween.livejournal.com]

[She's been silent long enough to catch a few things, both firsthand and through the vine as she just lay there, a bit disoriented. ...Why the sudden scent of flowers? It was definitely peculiar to say the least, but-

Okay yeah, sitting up may be the first good move to make. She seems to be looking around for a moment, if the head motions were anything to go by, before moving to her feet.]

....Where-?

EEEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEE.

[namedforthesky]

...Riku...?

[...Is she seeing things again? Is it... Really Riku...?]