Voice testing. For the given sense of voice testing, that is.

[morethanadream]

[Don't mind Sandy. He's just going to float in the air, napping quietly.

Until his mun gives him a nice metaphysical tap on the arm.

He shakes himself awake, then blinks sleepily, glancing around the new place. Huh. He didn't think his mun would actually try playing him, but okay. It's flattering that she wants to try, although it would have been nice if she had dropped him off somewhere near his friends. Speaking of...

Pictures made of golden sand start flickering over his head. An Easter Egg. A tooth. A Christmas tree. A snowflake. All of them are followed by a question mark while he floats around the area, searching for the other guardians. Or anyone at all, really. Despite not speaking, Sandy likes meeting new people.]

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[2cool4guardian]

[And actual!Sandy is a good Sandy too, appreciating Jack's little art like that. Too many people are bothered by his cold, so this love is something he could get used to.

Silently or not, laughing Sandy is an awesome Sandy. Jack likes making people laugh, and if it's a fellow Guardian, it gets bonus points.

The question, though, makes him shake his head. He'll put up his best I TOTALLY NOT CARE face now, thank you.]

It's just me. We had an event recently where some of them visited... but it was temporary. [He shrugs.] My mun wants castmates, but I guess losing our powers is a deal-breaker for many. Everyone is humanoid enough not to change appearance but still...

[Lalalala totally not missing everyone, why are you talking about. Now making his staff whirl to avoid looking at Sandy in the eye.]

I... I admit the art house makes me think of you. All those people with the "drawing life" power... man, you'd kick their imagining butts.

[morethanadream]

[Aw, Jack, you're a good friend. Also, Sandy is going to have so much fun having a mini-him sitting on his head. If it lasts long enough, maybe he can train it to translate his dream sand for him.

Also, your 'totally not caring' face needs work. And your 'totally not caring' posture. He crosses his arms, looking at his mun with a frown. Come on, mun. Admittedly, it'd be hell trying to communicate without his dream sand, but he's a creative guy. He can figure it out. Hopefully. (And no, mun, he can't just talk. After enough years of not talking, you can't just go back.)

Then he looks back at Jack while a part of him is arguing with his mun, smiling again, a calender appearing over his head with a question mark next to it. How long have you been in your game?]

[2cool4guardian]

[Mini-Sandy can't speak either, so he'll join the wonderful and artistic world of the charades.

Jack can be a pretty good liar, but not when it comes to this kind of feelings. It's confusing and overwhelming, okay. And if Sandy ever comes to Asgard, he could just snatch the "drawing life" power - it pretty much works like his sand! He would just need to carry a pencil around. Heck, Jack would translate for him and talk in Sandy's place if that means he gets a fellow Guardian there. yes please come to me aaaah

While Sandy argues with his mun, Jack starts juggling with two snowballs. He isn't one for patience...]

How long I have been in Asgard? Let's see... Month and half, more or less. It feels like way longer though, there's always something going on there. There was this battle... [He makes a face and skips the topic.] I was five months in another game before this one, so I guess that makes it feel longer too.

[morethanadream]

[He'd probably end up with healing or growth, though, since he's more a humanitarian than he is a dispassionate artist. Either way, he'll have to figure out communication. Possibly by dragging Jack everywhere and having him translate his pencil drawings.

He keeps his eyes on the snowballs, just in case Jack is hoping to catch him off guard, but he frowns at the mention of battle. Oh dear, what goes on at this game?

Above Sandy's head forms a smiley face, a slash mark, and then a frowny face followed by question mark. He's asking if Jack is okay at this game.]

[2cool4guardian]

[Baaw, but his dreams are art! Though he could make forms with the plants? I'm sure we can find him a version of MSPaint for his communicator. Jack will gladly accept that job anyway. He would introduce Sandy to all the kids and how he made them paint all the walls of the city. Isn't he such a responsible Guardian?

Jack rolls his eyes. Why does nobody trust him by himself? ...wait, don't answer that.]

I'm fine, okay. The healers didn't even leave scars and my staff is fixed now. [Ahahaha... haha... ha...] The whole poisoning plot will over in a couple of days too, so there's nothing for you to worry about.

[morethanadream]

[Sandy shakes his head at Jack, but hey, at least he's keeping the kids happy. Sandy would probably just end up being that sweet old man (who doesn't look that old but is old) who listens to kids problems and grows them flowers when they need cheering up.

Damn it, Jack, between you and the other Jack, Sandy's going to have a stroke. The dream sand forms the image of a bottle with a skull and crossbones on it followed by a question mark. What is this about poisoning?]

[2cool4guardian]

[Gee, Sandy, it's not like trouble is something new in Jack's life. He has managed to piss off almost every single mythological being in the planet. Nessie still wants him for lunch!

He catches both snowballs with one hand to let the other run his fingers through his hair.]

There's this... spy, that was caught before I arrived. He escaped during the festival and poisoned the water. My mun is still thinking about making me sick or not, and what symptoms. Apparently the idea of Jack frost with fever is hilarious. [He is not amused.]

[morethanadream]

[And you wonder why Sandy worries, Jack.

He looks somewhat relieved. While he doesn't like the idea of someone poisoning the water, it doesn't sound like it could be fatal. That's what ultimately matters. (Although he's hoping Jack's mun decides not to make him sick, since by the moon, he can just imagine the fuss Jack would put up.)

Although the whole spy thing confuses him. He creates a big question mark. Why's there a spy in your game? What's going on?]

[2cool4guardian]

[Too late, Jack has fever in game now. A wonderful ball of whining, he won't leave the freezer any time soon.

Another moment passes while Jack tries to guess what Sandy is asking about this time. It's not always obvious for him, okay!!!]

Youuu... are asking about my game? The Norse gods bring people from different universes to fight their war against the giants. We're also supposed to bring color back to the city, which is gray. ...there are gray children too. [He lets the snowballs fall, frustrated.] Sandy, they... they are just the saddest view.

[morethanadream]

[Don't worry, Jack, you'll get used to it. The other Guardians figured it out after a while.

At the thought of gray children, Sandy frowns. Colorless children? There's something so unnatural about the idea that it makes him shudder a little.

The image of a paintbrush and question mark appear over his head. He could either be asking how to color the children or if Jack has thought to try painting them over. The perils of Pictionary.]

[2cool4guardian]

[Jack grabs the back of his neck, thinking how he's going to explain it.]

Apparently we can help them with our emotions. We have to be social and stuff. Go around, visit all the parts of the city, interact with them. [A smile appears when he thinks about his latest shenanigans.] I took a bunch of children -gray and colored- to paint the city with crayons. You would've liked their doodles, lots of imagination going on.