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!

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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

Maxwell Gray (OC; generic Vampire)

[walkingaftermidnight]

[ Of all of the strange things he had seen over the many years this certainly took the cake.]

'Ello there? Anyone out there? [ He spoke into the strange ear device.]

Maybe it's broken, bloody hell. That'll do me no good. [ he muttered to himself but over the network. He was standing looking at the fish swimming in the Barrack's tunnels. Amused but concerned. What was this world?]

[brains_before_bullets]

A sigh. Obviously, this old coot's hearing hasn't gone yet.

"Well, old timer, some folks just like a bit of fantasy."

[capt_forehead]

Not if there are any more underwater cities, no. There are other people on the plant. Other cities.

[Don't fight it, even the Fates swoon at Angel.]

Lots of dead people. It was on a Hellmouth.. Apparently, a Slayer closed it and Sunnydale is a crater..

[Something that he'd recently learned and he let the title Slayer loose, in hopes that maybe it would clue him in on her stance on Fangs.]

I'm Angel, by the way.

[secrettalents]

The ears are still as sharp as ever. As big as ever too.

"If they were going to tell a story, they might have done it right." Not to say, accurately. Because that was a bit too hypocritical for even him.

"Where is the drama? Where is the enemy."

A beat as he shifted his old self in the seat and put his feet up in a mirror of his company's.

"The onset of velcro might do wonders for the plot."

[ka_mai]

"Cry pardon, sai?"

Cuthbert had found himself - as he often did when the day was winding down - wandering. He liked to walk and be alone with his thoughts sometimes, ambling wherever his feet would take him and sorting through the many puzzles and ponderings that kept his mind running in circles.

It was only a voice from down 'round a corner that pulled him from his thoughts, and he turned the bend with a curious grin.

The voice wasn't a familiar one, but it held that accent that put Bert so much in mind of his own homeland.

[brains_before_bullets]

"It's a movie about twine." Jax says, pretty exasperated by this point, because seriously?! "I'm pretty sure the amount of twine-related drama is at an all-time zero."

I WAITED I DID!

[somepartsbroken]

[ That voice, NO FUCKING way. That order...]

[ Dorian leaned up from his seat a bit looking at the man in the suit as his eyes went wide and he pushed his own hat up, NO WAY. ]

[secrettalents]

Oh, yes. It gets better.

Emrys waved his gnarled, old hand up at the screen. "Don't be such an unimaginative dunderhead. There's always a story there, you just have to listen to it."

The film slowly changed, the voice of the narration took on a more sinister tone and the shadows in the film shifted to something Alfred Hitchcock like.

hahaha

[handcuffedharmonica]

[The waiter nodded and walked off. Elwood laced his fingers together and bounced them on his table before picking up his black coffee for a sip. It wasn't Chicago, but it didn't look too bad.

Wasn't a place he'd want a gig at.

A few minutes went by and his order of toast came around.]

Thank you.

goddamn it merlin, stop trolling the biker

[brains_before_bullets]

Jax rolls his eyes and is about to reply with a sullen 'whatever' and stop talking to the crazy old guy, but...

...Yeah, he caught the change, the shift, out of the corner of his eye and the tone of the backing music becoming harsher and more discordant.

Suddenly, the film has his full attention.

"This wasn't in the last showing..."

Re: lance sweets | bones (+ paradisa cr au)

[fredless]

[Someone's head is in about a half-dozen places at once. Ok, maybe a dozen. Might even want to call in the baker because that one extra might come in handy.

(Someone also wasn't in Para)

She's going to run right into you now]

[solus_unus]

[the whole thing could be considered interesting enough. Gebo was a place people read about in books, or seen in some exceptionally bad sci-fi movie. the kind where everything is beautiful and calm, but then a big giant shark comes along and breaks through and eats everyone. he'd seen enough of those movies, thanks to Abigail.

so, he did his adventuring and met his room mates and had his first taste of the really bad food when he decided to go for one last stroll, only to find himself in the tunnel joining each of the barracks.

Caius saw the girl, followed her gaze and couldn't resist slowly humming the notes to 'Jaws'.]

[loyalfool]

He very nearly reached for a sword that was mysteriously absent at the sound of the voice. At first Arthur looked down suspiciously at the kitten but quickly realized the voice was coming from further away.

Just as he thought someone rounded the nearby corner. No one he'd ever seen before. Arthur's first thought is that this man could be the one responsible for this madness. However, he'll hold off on making any accusations.

For now.

That won't keep the wariness from his tone. "Who are you?"

can't be helped. sorry. not sorry.

[secrettalents]

"It is all in how you view the story. Just like I told you."

Actually he probably hadn't said anything about that, but was anyone going to tell the old and last dragonlord anything he didn't want to hear? No.

The History of Twine continues on. All the dialog is the same, but now one can't help but wonder, what are they going to do with that thin, rough line of rope.

Like the icon, but cowskin. :| Also, such troll, very merlin.

[brains_before_bullets]

"Yeah, well, I ain't viewing it any different."

He closes his eyes, shaking his head as if to try and dislodge the disconcerning feeling he's getting from watching this movie, before growling quietly and moving to stand up.

"Screw this, I'm outta here."

He turns his back onto the older man, the back of the leather cut adorned with a stylised reaper patch with 'Sons of Anarchy' above and 'California' below. He's going to start moving to leave.

[fivethreestrawberryblonde]

[Lydia's seen enough of those too, thanks to Jackson. Those exceedingly rare times when she couldn't convince him to watch the Notebook for the umpteenth time, that is.

[She, of course, recognises the song for what it is, and immediately arches her brows, glancing over to her apparent companion with an expression that reads equal parts amusement and reproach.]

I haven't seen a single shark out there in the ten minutes I've been standing here.

[ka_mai]

This was an unfamiliar face indeed. And not exactly the most amiable and welcoming of reactions, judging by the faint hints of caution and suspicion in the man's immediate question. No greeting, no explanation, but an immediate request for identification.

Newcomer, then, most likely. The gunslinger would set his watch and warrant on it.

"I'm Cuthbert Allgood, sai, son of Robert! But everyone mostly just calls me Bert." He stuck his hands in the pockets of his denims, hoping to look at ease and non-threatening. He knew the shock it was, finding yourself in this place.

He noted the furry little critter in the fellow's arms and his grin widened. "May I perhaps be of any service to you? I've been here more'n a week."

[solus_unus]

[He glances up]

Huh. So, you're not up there looking for the way out? From down here it kind of looks like you're cheating.

Kind of partial to Ancient Rome myself.

Hey, can you see the way out from up there?

THE FATES DEMANDED IT!

[somepartsbroken]

[ Dorian slowly stood, fuck whatever conversation he was having. He just quitely moved and sat down beside Elwood, well three seats away. Randomly sneaking peaks.

The gitty joy could barely be contained. He had heard of such thing but NEVER really believed it till now.

Play it cool, Carver, play it cool.]

Otis Redding or Lightin' Hopkins? [ he spoke not looking at Elwood he just spoke the test question to the ceiling. Like pondering what to play the the jukebox. He really should not have sat at the bar. Lacking a reflection and all.]

[solus_unus]

That's good. Because part of me thinks that if there is, that they'd be a fuck of a lot more scarier.

[Caius doesn't look at her, just keeps his eyes on the passing fish.]

[fivethreestrawberryblonde]

Since no one told me I couldn't go up to the surface - which they usually do in the case of a nuclear disaster or poor atmosphere - I sort of gathered that much. Not to mention that people usually go underground instead of underwater when apocalypses hit.

{Lydia Martin swoons for no man.]

A Hellmouth? [tell her all your words, sir. She needs to bring these back to the park. When she gets back, at least. Sadly, though the word 'slayer' brings about the same connotations - slayer is to vampires as hunter is to werewolves - she's got other things on her mind. Not to mention she's never met a vampire before. Not yet, at least.]

Lydia. Nice to meet you.

tyk. it was a pleasure doing business with you :)

[secrettalents]

He watched the retreat with a thoughtful expression.

Not so reckless as to hit an old man after all. Well. That certainly proved the man had potential. Smart enough to listen to his instincts too. He would be keeping an eye out for that one.

And of course, now the old man will have the theatre to himself.

Popcorn eating and all.

[fivethreestrawberryblonde]

[paranoia? Maybe!]

Maybe. Maybe not. I'm more concerned about who else the Grasp has brought through than I am random shark attacks. They're not nearly as common as people think. Especially given how much effort it would take to break through this glass.

[artistwithasickness]

Nope, I'm in it for the challenge and up here because of you. And I haven't left my side of the hedge so it doesn't count.

Is it the togas, the gold wreath-y crowns, or the fucked up Mythos?

[She cut corners. Devi looks around and points diagonally over his left shoulder.]

Looks like a ways that way, though I won't give you the step by step turns.

[brains_before_bullets]

A pause before he leaves, before turning back to the theatre, calling out.

"Hey! Old timer!" There was no-one else to bug, after all. "If I find out you're one of the bastards that brought me here, you're on my list."

Because he's not entirely convinced that the whole Alfred Hitchcock's "The Twining" wasn't a huge mental act. This mind-reading stuff these Nysgods were supposed to have...

He wasn't happy. And if this old guy was one of them... he wouldn't have a problem doing what he needed to do.