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

[fredless]

[It's only then that the reality of everything seeps in. Her cheeks flush]

You've probably got a thousand questions, don't you? And instead I keep peppering you with mine.

[likeababyduck]

[He smiles a bit, before shaking his head.]

No, it's okay. I'm still trying to process most of this. I have too many questions right now.

[abyss_also_gazed]

((OOC: Sorry for vanishing off the face of the earth! I had the move from hell to contend with. @_@ Would you be interested in continuing this thread?))

[feellikeibelong]

[OOC: Awww it's alright! I'm definitely still interested in continuing it!]

[abyss_also_gazed]

Well, it's like this - not only is the hardware we have for performing complex mathematical calculations significantly more advanced in my time than it is in yours, but the number of calculations per minute that the hardware within any given cost bracket can perform roughly doubles every two years. So, in the fifteen years since I finished said dissertation, it's become about a hundred and eighty times easier to use all the messy, awful - and, ultimately, more accurate on finer scales - systems of modeling that I had to reject at the time.

[feellikeibelong]

[For the moment, Helena would leave out the fact she'd "time traveled" to the future and was aware of the advancements in technology.]

So no doubt you've had to remodel your original hypothesis and subject your data to more testing as technology itself advances. In the time that has elapsed between your dissertation and the present moment, what elements of your work have stood up? [She had, of course, followed the description perfectly. Helena was not only science-oriented, but she was a genius and could follow such discussion quite easily.]

[abyss_also_gazed]

Well, utilization of living space over time in homeostasis isn't terribly complex to model, so that part has not seen any major challenges. However, the only part I've had occasion to continue working with is collective response to extreme stress, as that's the only part that's really pertinent to my work now.

[She unconsciously fidgets just slightly with her prosthetic.]

I suppose there's no harm in anyone here knowing what I do. I design and implement containment and experimentation protocols for entities and objects which don't belong in my universe, but have ended up there anyway.

[Which is why she's one of the few people who actually prefers being here - she knows what it means, that things that don't belong in her reality keep finding a way in anyhow. It means it's only a matter of time before the world ends, and that's one party she doesn't want to be around for.]

[feellikeibelong]

I must say, you are quite brilliant. Your work sounds positively fascinating to me. Then again, I always do enjoy learning about new aspects of science I have no prior knowledge of.

[She had noticed the prosthetic, but she hadn't paid it much attention. She wasn't exactly the type to stare in such a fashion. Staring was rude, after all.]

Dangerous entities and objects, I would assume. You have my sympathies for your world having to endure such a fate. Has your work been successful in containing these foreign entities and objects?

[In a way, it sounds a bit like the Warehouse and Artifacts.]

[alwaysexemplary]

Nyota was not a violent person by nature. She disliked physical fighting and preferred to win an argument or difference of opinion based on the merits of her words, which was no surprise to anyone. But there were times when you were hip deep in a bad situation and the only thing you could do was fall back on self preservation.

She knew that on screen it was more likely than not, herself and Spock's presence in the tower. Without stopping to worry about what would happen next, Uhura strode in and reached for the nearly heavy, blunt object.

"I am so sorry." She murmmured in Rigelian. Not a particularly eloquent language under normal circumstances, but they had hundreds of shaded meanings to transgressions. The hard device connected to the back of the first Nysgod's head and he never had the time to look surprised as he slumped unconscious.

Uhura bent down to make sure the man was alright, immortal as they claimed to be, she just wanted to be sure. Trusting that Spock would handle the second guard.

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.]

[punch_it]

[Jane's only 3/4 of the way dressed, half a bagel hanging from her mouth, hair doing things only hair can do when running behind, when she drops into the seat on the shuttle beside him. She drags her feet up onto the seat to tie the laces of her boots, cursing around the partly eaten bagel. She missed her command uniform. Missed the ease of jumping into a pair of boots and sliding a dress over her head and being ready to go.

She swallowed a bite of soggy bagel and let the rest drop into her hand before finally giving the guy beside her a long look over. He appeared ready to punch a hole through the shuttle wall.]

Are you all right?

works for me

[asouthron]

[ The gleam of the flask is enough to bring out a sigh from him. This woman he does not want to punch. He would possibly consider a hug instead, maybe an appreciative hand on the shoulder, but they don't have time for that. The shuttle doesn't exactly care about the unexpected benefits of coworkers when they crop up. It waits for no one. ]

Over? Ha, I'm thinkin' I'll empty it before the shuttle reaches work. Think it'd make my embroiderin' rather imaginative..."

[hypospraying]

[She sets him with an amused look, having a notion that he'd be sipping at it on the way.]

Well then, I'd better ride over with you to make sure you don't down it all in one go.

[It's partly because she wants to see how he's getting on with Gebo on the trip over to the manufacturing building, and partly because she wants to see how he does with water shuttle travel. Her bag doubles as a medical kit so she's got a sick bag in there.]

[asouthron]

[ Really? He is clearly throwing out the "fuck off" vibes. This girl either has a brass pair on her or is completely oblivious to the social mores of the human species. particularly the one that explicitly states he doesn't want anyone near him. ]

Oh just goddamn peachy, kid. I'm on a rust bucket of a shuttle--Made in the Dark Ages,by the way! All it'd take is the wrong emitted frequency to shakes this bucket of bolts apart--on my way to a job I'm more than overqualified for, shanghaied to a backwater world so I can make trinkets for the rich and lazy. And you wonder if I'm all right?

[ McCoy huffs at her with a roll of his eyes. ]

Oh, and do yerself a favor, kid, and clear out. I get motion sickness...

[asouthron]

By all means, Miss Chapel. [ He ushers her into the shuttle first before he follows. ] You can act as my buffer against the rest of society...

[ That and actually striking up a conversation with someone he genuinely enjoys talking to might keep the nausea away. ]

[punch_it]

[It's probably a little of both.

He was fooling himself if he believed that was going to make her run. He would need to try much harder to shake her off.

Jane leans back, grin unfurling like the sun coming out after a rainy day. Lightning might not strike twice, but apparently bitchy southern aviophobes do.]

Just don't aim for my shoes. I think we'll be fine.

[Jane had to toss out her favorite shoes and go barefoot to check-in the last time anyone threw up on her. As if she hadn't looked wrecked enough.]

[hypospraying]

Oh, indeed, Dr. McCoy. I wouldn't want you having to mix with society. The horror.

[She shoots him a smirk as she takes her seat. This should be an interesting ride.]

Now you're allowed two more short sips and then you save that til afterwards. Or else I'm confiscating it.

[asouthron]

[ That smile. It's enough to help him back up his threat and actually vomit. No one should be that easygoing, especially after an old man has just ranted like the antisocial asshole he pretends to be. ]

No promises, kid...

[ Folding his arms over his chest defensively, he prays to God she takes the hint that this whole conversation is over. He just wants to focus on his own misery, and he can't do that when a sunny little shit is bugging him. ]

[asouthron]

[ It is horrifying! You think he picked a medical profession so he can rub elbows with people in public transit? Crappy public transit even? Spoiler alert: No he did not! He picked it because poor fools like these needed a safe haven led by someone with common sense! Something rather hard to find these days, and moreso here! ]

Oh I'm sorry, I thought this was my gift to do what I want with it. I didn't realize it'd come equipped with stipulations...

[hypospraying]

[Wow, ungrateful much? Christine fixes him with a look that would make any old schoolmarm proud. It's steely and intense and not to be messed with.]

Now you realize it. So take a breath and unload your troubles without popping that vein in your forehead.

[punch_it]

Jane.

[Jane takes a bite of her bagel, unaffected, and she extends her free hand toward him. Her grin settles into a much more familiar, much more terrifying smirk.]

Jane Kirk.

[It's no fun teasing the guy when he doesn't know who she is. It is SO MUCH more fun when it's served with an order of brain death.]

[asouthron]

[ Jane Kirk. His stony scowl breaks under the weight of deja vu that finally clocks him like a punch in the face.

His hazel eyes slowly pull away from the horizon to the offered hand, then up into a pair of blue that had been made for one person. ]

You've gotta be kiddin' me...

[asouthron]

[ Huff!] Unlikely....

[ Begrudgingly, he takes only a short swig of the stuff so he doesn't get slapped. The warm tang is soothing to an angry man's nerves. ]

And my troubles are nothin' new...

[ Bitching about them, while an incredible skill of his, for the umpteenth time isn't going to change the world around him. ]

[punch_it]

[Jane beams and claps him on the shoulder, giving him a light shake before offering up a thermos.]

Love you too, Bones. I left my hip flask in another universe, but I promise what's in here makes up for it.