Test Drive Meme

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Throne of Shadows
TEST DRIVE MEME!!!

New to Throne of Shadows? Long time player thinking of apping a new character? Welcome to our test drive meme! Experiment with active and potential muses! Here is a place where you can test out characters for the setting and accrue samples for your applications! Roll on the scenarios provided below, or come up with your own!

Scenario Builder

You are...

1. Working in the lava lamp factory
2. Watching "The History of Twine" in the cinema
3. Admiring the fish in the barracks tunnel
4. Lost in a topiary maze
5. Riding the shuttle between buildings
6. Trying to sneak into the administrative offices

You’re feeling...

1. Inexplicably happy
2. Like you could fall asleep at any moment
3. Angry enough to punch someone
4. Nostalgic or sentimental
5. Like someone stabbed you—oh, hey, they did, fancy that
6. As if life really ought to be more like a Broadway musical

Somewhat unusually...

1. You can only speak in rhyme
2. The room is full of old-fashioned toys
3. A box covered in runes drops down from the sky and lands at your feet
4. You hear the voice of your worst enemy in the walls
5. You would do anything for a grilled cheese sandwich
6. You have a cute and cuddly kitten...where did that come from?

Comments

Mist | Original Character

[aspectofdeath]

So Mist had survived the rise of Christianity, thwarted the Mayan Apocalypse set for 2012 A.D., and barely tolerated Digger's existence only to land in Gebo. Apparently a candidate for marriage to a prince. That really didn't sit well with her, especially after how her human life had ended. Still, she was free of Digger, so she was actually happy about that. Not that one could really tell she was happy, Mist didn't exactly show emotions much.

As she walked along, minding her own business, she was stopped in her tracks by a box suddenly landing in front of her. A slightly puzzled look crossed her face as she looked down at it. Being the sort to be drawn in by the runes, she was a Viking after all, she knelt down to examine the box closer, tentatively reaching out to touch it.


[OOC: Mist is a Valkyrie. She was a character of mine in a FUDGE tabletop campaign based around the world of Neil Gaiman's American Gods. You can find some info about her here if you want some detailed background for her. But for the purposes of this, any character that can tell if someone is alive/human/etc will be able to tell she's not. She's immortal and has some power to her.]

Orlin | Stargate SG-1

[ancientstalker]

There's a man... just standing in the tunnel between barracks, staring up at the fish, smiling pleasantly.

"Well, this isn't what I expected from my re-ascension..."

Mako Mori - Pacific Rim

[makomori]

She's a little surprised to find herself under water, and not in a Conn-Pod. She's also surprised to be somewhere that wasn't Hong Kong, and that there wasn't any fear of having so much exposure to the water.

Mako is calm, as she tries to find someone who knows what is going on, for it wouldn't be a good idea to have a meltdown just yet. Not until she found out where she was, why she was here, and where Raleigh was.

[neverhadgoodtiming]

Funny. He's right behind you in the tunnel that connects the Barracks staring like he's seeing a ghost. Staring because words aren't coming.

Staring because in the few snatches of sleep he'd managed since she'd vanished, he'd dreamed of this. And every time she turned to face him with a look of such fierce hatred and disappointment he forgot how to breathe and woke up shaking.

Kenzi | Lost Girl

[morethanasidekick]

MARCO!

[The number one reason you didn't let Kenzi wander off on her own? She had this uncanny knack for going places she wasn't supposed to go, doing things she really shouldn't do and lo and behold, getting herself lost in ridiculous places like a maze. Look, it had seemed like a really good idea at the time and she's so not lost, just ya know... Taking the scenic route.

If she had a chainsaw, this really wouldn't be an issue okay.]

Olly olly oxen free?

[braveandstupid]

[This is also a problem Elena has. Well, she tends to more often get lost against her will or wind up in a place where some kind of supernatural creature is looking to catch her but the end result is always the same.

Elena. Lost in a corn maze. Hating her life.

She's starting to think she's doomed to wander forever when she hears that very loud "MARCO" over the top of the hedges. She glances around looking in the direction of the sound before shouting back.]

POLO!

[No really, she's just playing along.]

Yancy Becket | Pacific Rim

[listentome]

Yancy Becket is tired. No one can blame him, really. He had been woken up at two in the morning by a combination of alarms and his brother incessantly beating on his mattress and shaking him. There had been a rapid-fire conversation (mostly one-sided) and a fist bump (again mostly one sided) and he had retreated to the wash room to splash some water on his face. He had never made it to the drive suit room. No, instead he had ended up in some underwater city, struggling to listen to the explanations being babbled at him while his head spun.

Logically he should probably try to locate his assigned room in the barracks to sleep off the remaining dizziness and weariness.

Instead he is sitting with his back against the wall in the tunnel between the barracks, staring blankly at the fish with the expression of someone who has tried to assimilate a lot of information at once and failed to do so. He is not entirely alone, however; sitting on his shoulder is a small kitten who has a great deal more interest in the fish than its perch does. Yancy, for his part, doesn't even seem to know the kitten is there.

[makomori]

In her meanderings, she's not quite paying close attention to her feet, head lost in thought, and with the broken Drift. But what was this? Someone she knew from the Drift, one she had seen, overlaid with grief and loss and pain.

Mako stopped, feet inches from Yancy's leg, and looked him over, eyes sweeping from his feet to the cat hanging out on his shoulder.

"Yancy Becket?"

Bo | Lost Girl

[succubestie]

[Building lava lamps shouldn't be a job. And Bo is the last person who should be doing it.]

Seriously, if I have to put one more of these together, I'm either going to fall asleep from boredom or chuck it across the room just for fun.

[hasperkynipples]

[Dean managed to finagle his way into this new and shiny job assignment because ... he's Dean. He looks up from his spot on the assembly line with a bit of a smirk in Bo's direction.]

Just be grateful it's not tablecloth embroidery.

[Seriously. Be grateful.]

Nick Hardaway | Rose Red

[littleofthislittleofthat]

"This certainly isn't what I expected," he mused quietly, taking in his surroundings. He was standing in a hedge maze, of all places. A far cry from the maze that Rose Red had become when he'd been consumed by her. As far as post-death locales went... it could have been far worse.

The being a suitor for a prince thing was unusual, though. There wasn't much he could do about it, so, for the time being he walked through the maze, taking in what he could. Learning what he could.

Len "Bones" McCoy | Star Trek AOS (genderbent AU)

[bitcheslovehypos]

"You've got to be kidding me." Bones was storming through the topiary maze. First she was kidnapped - as a possible bride to the Nysgod prince, no less - and now she was lost in a maze. With a kitten. She wasn't sure why, exactly, she'd picked the fuzzball up, but she had. So at least she had an audience for her grumbled diatribe.

Holding the kitten up by the scruff of the neck, she scowled. "This is all Jane's fault," she groused to it, before tucking the thing back in her arms and continuing her rapid trek through the maze. Somehow, it seemed appropriate to pin the blame on Jane in her irritability. A lot of the trouble in her life was caused by the Enterprise captain.

[hisonlygirl]

There were plenty of grouchy people who might know a Jane but the voice pulled at the Enterprise. So while mapping the maze was interesting enough she left the task momentarily to find the person who seemed to be trapped in the foliage puzzle. It doesn't take her long to reach the woman, approaching her from behind.

"Lost?" She asked, popping up beside the strangely familiar woman.

[punch_it]

Wow, Bones. Judgey. Not awesome. Jane is...not surprised. But she is so fucking happy she thinks she's gone and lost her mind. She's actually hiding behind a hedge, breathing heavily through her nose and mouth to keep from crying and there is a very real chance of that happening.

She wipes angrily at her eyes and takes another sharp swallow of air before swinging around from behind the nearest hedge and shooting Bones a blinding smile.

Anything is better than being caught crying.

"Nice cat."

Sir Logan Foxwood | D&D Original Character

[mostnobelknight]

He is distracted by the fish. They remind him of little paintings that he had seen as a boy during the years he trained. Back before the war, before he ended up being chosen as a Paladin.

Of a much more innocent time. He smiles to himself. It is rather nice to be able to think back to much less complicated times.

He is all for just enjoying everything when there is a sudden sharp pain. What is going on?

There is mocking haunting laughter echoing in the hall way and Sir Logan ends up on one knee clutching his side. He very rarely swears and desires to do so right now as he holds the injury.

"Come on out, you curr! I will not let thine cowardice go unanswered," the Paladin growls. He is positive he can hear the laughter bouncing off the walls. He will not be able to track them. He also is unsure if he has the strength of will to use some of the powers being a Paladin grants him as he is both very angry and unsure how safe he is.

[cordelisse]

It’s the faint haunting, mocking laughter, in time with the familiar prickle of warning, that sends Zoey running towards the barracks tunnel. She arrives to find a stranger kneeling on the floor, clutching at a wound. His growled words slow her, and she approaches carefully, hands held out in (what she hopes) is the universal sign for ‘I’m unarmed’ and ‘I come in peace’. She’s not particularly keen on earning a blade in her own ribs in attempting to aid him. But she refuses to just leave him there.

“I suspect they’re long gone by now,” she tells him, closing more of the distance between them, but still far enough away to avoid an attack. “Let me help you.”

[hisonlygirl]

Someone else came to admire the view. It reminds her of her time she spent under the sea, without the threat of the crushing pressure pressing down on her so great to make her structure buckle. She can enjoy the beauty of the deep blue sea without the worry that her crew of five hundred will be at risk. Unlike her this place was built to withstand the dangers of the ocean floor.

The moment was peaceful, swaying slightly to let the hem of her white dress brush against her thighs. For safety her feet were shod with boots and a black leather jacket kept the chill away.

But then the tranquility is broken when someone further down the tunnel starts yelling. She looks over at the stranger and the Enterprise is certain he is a complete stranger to her. It doesn't mean she'll ignore him. No, in fact, she leaves her chosen spot to venture closer. "Are you alright?"

Katniss Everdeen

[mockingjay_on_fire]

The fish swam in schools of bright colors, far more beautiful and elaborate than anything the Capital could produce. The shimmering blue ocean served as a backdrop, far more soothing and peaceful than the waters she had known in the Quarter Quell. There was nothing in the depths, nothing designed by game makers or the President's will. There was only what was natural, what served a purpose for everything within to survive. Nature always seemed to bring that peace of mind.

She stared at her reflection, the worker's clothes loose fitting but hardly terrible. Not compared to the issued uniforms the tributes often had to wear. She was safe, that was what she kept telling herself. But then why did this feel like yet another game?

Maybe because at least the world made sense. It was kill or be killed, it was ruthless and harsh, but the basic needs and drives were all the same. This world...there were too many lies, too many deceits. Like Haymitch or Plutarch's creations. This world would be up their alley.

Would you like to be in a real war?

It was cold slap in the face. As though the President were there now, smiling at her through the clear glass. Watching her as he did while she struggled to survive. The game never ended...she was never free...

[frostyoutodeath]

He'd avoided thinking about Katniss for the longest time. Peeta had hid her so deep in his heart that some days he lay awake at night, ashamed that his own memories of her were fading.

Yet here she was, bright as fire, clear as day, his Katniss, just staring out into the water.

Peeta flung his messenger bag to his side and ran towards her. "Katniss!"

nyota uhura 6/3/5

[alwaysexemplary]

It wasn't as if the gravity of the situation had escaped her. No, Nyota was quite aware that now wasn't the time to be thinking about food when she had a universe to escape.

And no matter how polite those two ladies where. Nyota was under no delusions that this was anything but a situation in which she wanted to escape.

Any alien prince that wanted to marry her would just have to earn the chance like the rest of them. In her own universe.

But she played the polite part. Perfectly amiable and willing to change into that work uniform. Until she was let out on her own, then her priorities shifted to information gathering. Which was where she was heading now, to the building that had the best chance at sensitive information.

What it lacked, and regretfully Nyota was well aware of this, was a grilled cheese sandwich.

[your_logic_is_impeccable]

That Spock had been unaware of Nyota's presence in Gebo until this very moment was ... astronomically improbable, and despite the Vulcan's internal control, angering. The latter part, the emotional response, he did not understand. Even if such a response was logical, Spock was very aware that the expected emotion in this circumstance, was joy.

It would not be until later, that he would realize that this feeling of anger was pointed not at Uhura, but at himself. In a way, Spock had remained faithful. The Vulcan had shut down any potential misunderstandings with Jane sternly, before their friendship grew into anything more. But despite his own objections towards having emotions, Spock could still feel the tension that drew him and the Captain together, and he had done nothing about it.

But despite the odds, his eyes made no mistake, and he was seeing her fast steps approaching the administrative building. Spock followed.

5/3/5

[asouthron]

[ The one good thing about wearing your emotions on your sleeve is the fact that when you are downright pissed off, enough to see red, and start a fight with anyone who dares to make eye contact with you, people tend to give you a lot of space on the shuttles. It's the only highlight of his day since the rest of it is a goddamn waste of his time.

He's a doctor, not an embroiderer! Even if he is really good at it (Skilled hands are skilled hands nomatter what they are doing). He didn't spend the entirety of his young life in med school to wear galoshes and a messenger bag to work. It's absolutely unbelievable! Insufferable! His skills are meant for better things, helping the population, bringing this backwater place into the twenty-third century, Prime Directive be damned! But no! Apparently, his brain should begin its atrophy at thirty-two as he sits numbly for several hours sewing. Sewing!

Jesus Christ, it's like a living nightmare. There is so much he has taken for granted from his world: His daughter, his crew, medical finesse. And all he can really lament at this moment is one good grilled cheese sandwich from his gran. Especially when she uses the bacon fat still in the frypan! Mmmm this is turning into self-induced torture. ]

i'm going with the assumption that they've already had their reunion

[hypospraying]

[Christine is a lady with principles, thank you very much, and her principles won't allow her to work for the race of their captors, making them luxury goods. So she doesn't work. Which has come with a whole bunch of consequences for her, but she's made do.

Dr. McCoy being an embroiderer makes sense though, with his steady hands, and as she sees him stomping to the shuttle to leave for work, she stops him with a hand on his arm.]

I got you a little something for when work's over.

[And she's reaching into her messenger bag to retrieve a flask she's filled with Saurian brandy. It's good to be friends with a rebel Nysgod.]

James T. Kirk | Star Trek Reboot

[epicbeatdown]

Kirk thinks he has the weirdest job assignment ever. Who the hell even uses lava amps anymore? He rubs his jaw looking at the parts in front of him. They look pretty basic. He starts to line things up. Then slowly screws things together trying not to grit his teeth together the whole time.

This is so boring. He hates this job so much. He should be back on the Enterprise. They were just getting ready for their five year mission. It was going to be great. He had been looking forward to getting out there.

Now instead of that he is here doing a stupid job he has no interest in. Watching paint dry comes to mind. That might be more interesting than some stupid busy work. He also can admit he is a little bit hungry on top of that. He had slept in and thinks he might offer to punch himself in the face if it gets him out of work and to a kitchen.

A grilled cheese sandwich might be nice. Or something else entirely Kirk can't decide he just knows he hates every agonizingly slow minute at this job.

[simulatedmedic]

And there's someone sitting not too far from Kirk, on the same assembly line. He's wearing something that may be familiar, and humming happily to himself.

That is until the man drops something on the ground. "Whoops, silly me!" He says, overly happy, ducking under the table...

...And there may be a quiet beeping noise.

Sirius Black | Magical Wizard People (Marauder Era)

[mortifercanis]

He is not lost in the maze. Far from it actually. Sirius is here because he wanted to be. In fact, someone may find him suspicious just standing at an intersection in the foliage and staring at the wall. A long, refined stick is tapping against his leg gently and the teen is muttering under his breath.

Then he lit up. "That's it!" With a wave of his wand and more muttering, in a language that is most certainly not English, he stepped back from the hedge. In fact, he moved extremely far away.

The hedge looked unchanged but anyone who walked passed it will find themselves being insulted. Sirius, the one responsible for the hedge's newfound ability to speak, is standing nearby.

Sirius | Regulus

[royal_venant]

Regulus was lost in the maze. He was a few deep breaths away from shedding his carefully constructed, cool demeanor and simply blasting his way out of the maze.

He’d entered this park on the idea that nature was supposed to calm ones nerves, and one like him would certainly be agitated after being kidnapped for a matrimonial union he did not agree to. Why he believed this misguided platitude was a mystery. New environs, perhaps he was thinking too optimistically about trying out new thinking.

But now he was lost in a verdant hell. He could see the irony in that, being Slytherin. He usually loved green, but this was dirt covered torture.

“Wee little Black should run home to his mummy before the big, bad bush makes him wail like a poor excuse for a banshee.”

Oh, and now the plants were turning on him.

He didn’t see his brother waiting in hiding, Regulus just glared daggers at the section of the maze wall that had spoken its last insult.

He raised his wand at the bush and with a few harsh words later, the branches crumbled in ash.