JANUARY - FEBRUARY TEST DRIVE MEME

[indigo_league]

➞ Post with a character you wish to test drive in this game's setting.
➞ Tag other people's starters and thread out shenanigans!
➞ Invite your friends! Try out new characters! Come play with us!
➞ Have fun!

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Comments

Going my way.

[gonebyebye]

The next person to come down the road is a man in a desert tan flight-suit with a No-Ghosts patch sewn into the shoulder. He's followed, almost orbited, by a Rotom, who he seems to be chatting animatedly with, even if only one of them can speak in a language the other finds intelligible.

"Is everything alright, ma'am?" Ray says, spotting Rose along the side of the road. "I don't think you're going to find too many vehicles on this road, but if you need to get somewhere quickly we can probably call someone."

[roadsiderose]

Recognizing that she had her thumb out again, Rose's hand pats against her side, trying to hook or dip into the pocket or belt loop on the kinds of clothing she normally manifests for herself, finding nothing but slick green silk. Of course, she doesn't know just how those fashions went after she died, but certainly in 1952 no one put pockets on a prom dress.

Rose blinks wide eyes at Ray, falling back into the long-practiced persona of a young woman more hopeful than anything. Certainly not annoyed with herself and the situation. "Oh, I don't know! I've been walking for hours and I don't know how far it is to the next town! Absol is a dear but is just as clueless as I am."

She can't tell now if Ray's a real, living person, but if she could she'd register some disappointment; people don't shrug out of flightsuits to lend to hitchhikers. Not that that's a concern. This place seems to have lent her life without having to borrow it from kind strangers. The patch doesn't worry her too much. When she has this semblance of life there's very little anywhere that can tell she's dead.

[gonebyebye]

"Judging by the map on this device, it's still a couple of days out. Faster if you can find a Pokémon to ride, but unfortunately I haven't seen anything that size on this route." He says, glancing around as if to see if he might have been wrong about that.

"I'm Dr. Ray Stantz," he adds, holding out a hand to shake, "Just Ray is fine. The little orange entity here is Sparks the Rotom."

[roadsiderose]

"Oh... the device..." she says, and there's no acting needed to put an uncertain falter into her voice. Rose is aware of the various handheld electronics that people have been carrying more and more advanced versions of in the past few decades, but they're totally outside of her experience. The place where she goes to rest is very much like the diners she knew in life, and people don't lend little glowing valuables to hitchhikers. If these things have souls, and anything can build a soul if loved for long enough, they aren't ones that talk to hers. She's learned to tell motorists her phone is broken or out of batteries and that's about it. "I don't know how to use that."

"Rose." She's more or less alive, here, and shakes his hand without hesitation. Her fingers are cold to the touch, as ever, but that's not so unusual among living people. "I don't know if Absol is sticking around for long enough to need a name yet." Names have power, and anyway in her experience she's never side by side with anyone for long.