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【the ❝TEST DRIVE❞ meme】
a roleplay meme to figure out who to app to eachdraidh (maybe).

♛ [so..how about for MARY, she's in the internet cafe at the station and she is currently mesmerized by the coffee machines. Don't think the presence of forks hasn't escaped her notice either, or the strange sight and smell of nearby french fries. What a crazy exotic modern place. Now she's just going to press a button and let out a small gasp as some coffee starts pouring out into the bottom drain thing of the coffee machines.]

♛ [as for TOBY he is at the welcome feast, looking for a drink, preferably a JD. Because he's rude and isn't really paying attention to where he's going, he bumps right into your character]

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[what the hell?] You what? [he looks Dorian up and down, then looks around them, before stepping closer to Dorian, his tone a whisper] And just whose benefit here is all this for? [because obviously Dorian is playing a long con]

[Um, Toby, that is Dorian's personal space. It's kinda flustering? Wow. Um. Can you not.] I'm not certain what you mean. [What do. What do.

Social protocol!]

My name is Dorian Gray. [He offers a hand.] It is a pleasure to meet you?

[just going to look at Dorian like he's grown too heads, but he does slowly take Dorian's hand and shake it] Yeah, pleasure's all mine, I'm sure. Oscar Wilde, brilliant to meet you.

[Dorian looks a little bit startled.] Oh! Mr Wilde. I have heard of you. I didn't think I would ever meet you in person. It's a pleasure to see someone from home here. [He's so happy!]

[Toby squints at Dorian, and then smiles more broadly.]Pleasure indeed. And, well, as I say somewhere, "An inordinate passion for pleasure is the secret of remaining young." From the looks and sounds of you, I'd say you must be brimming over with all that passion for pleasure.

Oh! I like that very much. [It sounds nice!] If that is the key to staying young, then I shall never abandon my passion.

Yeah, I'm sure you won't... [he's just going to look around him now for a convenient way to exit, before turning back to Dorian with a more forced smile]

You know, the years here are all topsy-turvy, aren't they? People come from all different times. Me, I'm from 1890. What about you, Dorian? What time do do you call home?

That's very close to my year! I mean, at least, relatively—there are so many from other worlds and other times, so far away—you're very close to Henry's—Dr Jekyll's—time. My year is 1881.

[what the hell? he is beyond words or even reactions. what kind of joke is this mess? it's like some parody of Victorian stupidity] Dr. Jekyll. Is Mr. Hyde about as well?

Do you know him? I can't recall Henry speaking of one such, but you should ask him yourself.

From what I've heard, they're very close. Inseparable even, some might say.

He may not have been brought here with Henry. He has also been separated from a friend of his. [It is sad.]

Some friends are better left behind. [a beat, and then a smile] What would you say, Dorian, if I told you we met in the future, and you were so charming I had to write an entire book all about you?

[Dorian laughs. The idea seems ridiculous.] I would ask you what kind of book you wrote that took me as its subject. I have been painted before, but I have never been written on.

That's easy. I called it The Picture of Dorian Gray. How could anyone resist?

[Now he really has to laugh.] The Picture? Why? Don't tell me you befriend Basil Hallward as well.

[srsly? Dorian is getting such a look] As...talented as he might be, I can't see him being my first choice for socializing. Still, he can't be all that bad. He does possess some kind of magic in his artistry. And without him, I might never have even known you. [he looks around them, then gives Dorian his most winning smile] Where's a drink when you need one? Can't properly toast poor old Basil without one, can we?

[It's super-effective!] Oh! Shall I call a server over for you? I'm certain I saw one around.

If it's not a bother. Cheers, Dorian.

[So Dorian lifts a hand in that practiced aristocratic gesture to call over the hired help and ask them to get Toby's drink.

Because he's from 1881 and he has never fetched anyone a drink in his life, thanks.]

[It was so much easier to ditch 1980s edition Dorian. Stupid 1880s copy. Toby sighs, rolling his eyes before giving the most insincere smile ever to Dorian] Thanks for that, Dorian. You're very --

[and you know what? He just...can't. He can't even. He is not even sure how to finish that sentence or this conversation. If only Dorian was the sort to fetch a drink. Then it wouldn't be so awkward to bail on him. So Toby will just take a page from the Jeff Winger book, and turn and walk away mid-sentence.]

[Later, non-corrupted Dorian]

[WHAT THE HELL, JEFF WINGER.

Dorian's too aghast to follow him because

WHAT

THE HELL

JEFF WINGER??????]

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