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Half-Blood Hill Mods ([personal profile] halfbloodhillmods) wrote in [community profile] halfbloodhillooc2013-05-06 09:04 pm
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THE SECOND HBH TEST DRIVE MEME!


The Test Drive Meme
A chance to test out character voices in an in-game setting before playing with them!

Who: Campers from all pantheons!
What: It's your free time! Grab some lunch or do one of your favorite activities at camp!
When: Mid-June, around lunchtime.
Where: Camp grounds.

This meme is open to anyone thinking of checking out the game, whether you've apped in or not! Feel free to tag in under one of the prompts or create your own thread. Have fun! :)
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[personal profile] sceptical 2013-05-27 08:27 pm (UTC)(link)
"Careful, you're enabling me." He grins, though, and picks himself up, coming to a stand. At his name, he nods, suddenly offering a hand. "That's right. ...Don't tell me you've heard about me. I... don't think I know your name, though." That was a little embarrassing, but he made sure not to show that on his face.
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[personal profile] clearasil 2013-05-27 08:45 pm (UTC)(link)
Natalie juts her hand out to shake his firmly, offering a crooked grin along with it.

"I know of some of the guys Enjolras hangs out with, anyway," she replies, pursing her lips, "like, just a few things here and there. I'm Natalie Goodman, Hectate kid, as if appearing out of the shadows didn't make that obvious."
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[personal profile] sceptical 2013-05-27 09:28 pm (UTC)(link)
"I appreciate stating of the obvious," he says, still smiling. "I'm kind of still learning all this stuff." Grantaire isn't sure if he's allowed to be called one of the "guys Enjolras hangs out with", and finds himself a little amused at the title. "Truthfully, I think I hang out with him, not the other way around."

But that was enough talk about Enjolras. Right.

"Nice to meet you, Natalie. You're American, aren't you?"
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[personal profile] clearasil 2013-05-27 10:20 pm (UTC)(link)
"Well, however you want to put it -- yeah, I'm American, born and raised. Uh, here by way of Seattle. Year rounder and all of that," she ticks off the usual facts on her fingers, wondering if there are any other necessary facts, "Screwy childhood, sort of piano prodigy, etcetera. Surprisingly not the only one here to play around with shadows and stuff."

She nods her head to the side as if to say, 'Sums that up. You?' But only if he cares to offer any information. There are some people around here who are pretty secretive about their background.
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[personal profile] sceptical 2013-05-27 11:52 pm (UTC)(link)
Grantaire doesn't have inhibitions with sharing any information, be it personal or a "quirky fact" he only drunkenly half-remembers from a text book or TV commercial. "Also screwy childhood, but let's not have a competition; not particularly good at anything; from Paris, but believe me, it's not even half as romantic as you might think it is..." He trails off, thinking. How does one talk about themselves, again? He can ramble about pretty much anything else. "Actually, on that topic, did you know-- there are actually special therapists for tourists in Paris to help them cope with the realization when they arrive that Paris is just like every other crappy big city on the planet? We just have a big metal tower in ours." He laughs - apparently, this fact is extremely amusing to him.

"...Er, but, that's beside the point... if there's a piano around here, I can't say I would appreciate proof of this talent of yours." Why not? Grantaire's used to wandering around a huge city and finding its secrets - being cooped up in a camp is starting to make him go a little stir-crazy. Any new amusement is worth his time.
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[personal profile] clearasil 2013-05-28 04:39 am (UTC)(link)
"I don't think there's a way of ranking the screwiness of anyone's childhood, let's be real here," Natalie interjects quietly as he speaks, chuckling.

"Seattle has a big metal tower too. We just call it a needle." She's surprised at how easily he jumps from topic to topic and actually likes it, following him from subject to subject. "I haven't touched a piano since I was last in Seattle, though, so, uh. I don't know. There's probably one in the Apollo cabin." Piano playing reminds her of the night she and her parents fled her recital when the Furies tried to attack them. It wasn't the best moment, no.

"What's this about Paris therapy? I don't think New Yorkers need that. They live there for a week and suddenly they're jaded and stuff. I think that's your initiation into that city."