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

[didnotwant]

She was somewhat familiar with Biker clubs. Her Dad was the best mechanic in the area so sometimes bikers would be at his shop when she was growing up.

She gives him some space. She needs it too personally.

"It wasn't really.... You." She's keeping some distance.

"Werewolf. You're.... like an alpha. Responded to that."

[hisonlygirl]

It's the flash of blue that caught her attention. As she suspected it was a science blue uniform that Starfleet officers are given. So now Leonard has more than just the kitten following him. The Enterprise is trailing along behind the kitten, like a pair of ducklings.

[solus_unus]

Give the lady another point. [no, but that might be. on a purely mischievous level]

Even better. What style do you prefer? [because you had him at 'paint']

[dammitkirk]

He was being followed. Oh, wasn't that just lovely? He stopped, and slowly turned around, arms over his chest, and a eyebrow up. He was in no mood to be overly polite.

"Yes?"

[hisonlygirl]

Overly polite seemed to be a rare thing that happened with the Enterprise's CMO. Her arms are hanging at her sides, showing that she was unarmed.

"You won't find a way out."

[dammitkirk]

"Voice of experience?"

He has manners! He just doesn't have time to be too polite. He wasn't the diplomat, like Jim was. Best to be blunt when he needed answers and frankly, he was getting more questions than answers.

[punch_it]

Hey Starfleet. Jane isn't averse to following the guy being followed by a cat through a tunnel surrounded by fish. She isn't even hiding it.

[dammitkirk]

Okay. Someone's following him. Oh, joy. Delightful even. And frankly, what the hell?

"Why are you following me?"

Simple, and to the point, as is his MO.

[dizzying]

Yeah, dude. And I don't recommend it unless you want to lapse into a coma.

[He is veeeeery interesting. Redheaded and Irish, like her sensei, though seeing how Atticus is over 2,000 years old, he's adopted an American accent since he's been living in the US. But this guy... wow. She can't tell the exact trademarks of the Morrigan and Brigid's handiwork on him, just that there's old Druid magic all up on him, since the Tuatha Dé Danann are the original Druids. Basically, he's someone she should know about, but Atticus isn't here to tell her, so she'll have to fall back on good ol' paranoia and keep an eye out.]

Like a whole shop dedicated to grilled cheese? Okay, they seriously must have been pumping grilled cheese smells into that theater since that's exactly what I'm craving. Sneaky business practices, if you ask me. So anyway, who are your little friends here?

[hisonlygirl]

"No. Simply well-informed. The Nysgods won't leave an easy exit for us to find."

While the Enterprise may respect that bluntness others might not take well to it. She was aware that being in this place caused more questions than someone would like.

who's the PB? Always interest good red heads

[reincarnshaman]

Maybe it's good for insomnia?

[He's straight from Cork and does't seem to care about changing his accent so people can understand what he's saying.]

Yeah. Fancy over priced grilled cheese sandwiches. But all sorts. Like grilled cheese with mozzarella sticks and grilled cheese with tomatoes on rye rosemary bread and grilled cheese and ham... Also some fancy chips.

Ah. Well, the grey one be Mayhem. This little black one here is Fluffy. And mamma is Veena.

[Veena wanders over to wind around Granuaile's ankles, purring hello. Fluffy Meeps and bats at Trever's hand when he tickles her head while Mayhem appears to be content to just give her that wide-eyed kitten stare of pure bewilderment of everything.]

[punch_it]

Jane's lips twitched as she crossed her arms, for the world looking untroubled by being caught out.

"Maybe I'm enjoying taking in the view."

[artistwithasickness]

[Devi grins.]

My lucky day.

Realism and Expressionism, usually.

[It's a damn shame the pieces that she already did were left at the temple.]

So you're into art?

[thelastmonster]

Fire could always tell when she’d drawn the attention of an individual. She could tell when she was meters away, across the camp of one of the King’s army, the other side of the palace. They became distinct, then, from the milling throng, in their focus on her. Like the torch signal stations up along the border of Dell and Pikkia in the mountains called the Little Grays. A beacon to her cognitive senses.

But this individual was wholly different.

Absent was the enraged frenzy of desire and hatred compelling the individual forward that had always before accompanied those random individuals seeking her out. Instead, in place of uncontrollable emotion was a startlingly disciplined mind.

She could count on her hand with the two missing fingers the number of individuals she’s encountered with this level of control. Because there were only three. Brigan, her lover; Brocker, Brigan’s biological father, and Fire’s mentor; and that boy named Leck who was not a monster but a deplorable human being who used his mental powers to destroy and harm every living thing in his path.

This kind of mental control took dedication to achieve, and that impresses Fire. Though, this alone does not prompt her to drop her guard. A disciplined mind did not signify moral standing, as she had learned with Leck.

She turned to face the individual pursuing her; she’d learned long ago ignoring them was never an option.

And was stunned to silence at the face that met her.

Her green eyes went wide – she couldn’t help it. She tried to categorize what she was seeing, like something out of a dream, two monsters of different species combined into one. One more human-like in stature, but with … horns. His black and red skin could have indicated a monster – as all monsters were known for their unique coloring. But the horns, the crux of Fire’s wonderment, told her this person could not be labeled the same as her.

“Who are you?” She’d had enough education to leave the ‘what’ alone for now.

[horncrown]

If there was anything that she could infer from his mind, if there was anything that she could feel, it would have been interest. She speaks power and he feels her draw that he could easily see her power affecting many other minds around them. An allure, he'd say? It reminds him of some other species and their natural ability to pull a mind or emotion this way or that.

Although he knows that she is different from that. It is not a kind of thing he had felt before and so he is intrigued; and so the darkside is intrigued. He takes his steps forward almost a bit amused when observing her clear surprise. Yellow eyes look over her as an attempt to decipher what it was that he felt of her presence.

"Are you sure that's what you really want to ask?" He stops a distance away with the marking of a slight grin over his lips. Hands fold in front of his body, relaxed.

By all means he thinks be abrasive.

[dammitkirk]

"Of the fish surrounding us? If that tunnel develops a crack, well, let's hope the pressure is swift before we're devoured by the wildlife."

Grumpy, paranoid, and oh so dry. McCoy had little time, and he wasn't in the mood to idle chitchat when death surrounded them.

[dammitkirk]

His eyebrow rose even higher, if that was possible. "Nysgods. Do you know anything else, perhaps?"

He wasn't too sure about the whole gods thing, but it wouldn't be very wise if he discounted that entirely before finding out all he could.

[punch_it]

Oh. No. You did not give her a disease and danger speech in a southern accent. No. She's torn between such sharp hope she can't breathe and laughing so hard she falls over.

Jane cocks her head and goes to give the glass a light tap.

"I don't know. These tunnels are supposed to be pretty safe."

[sexy_bluebox]

"I'm not what you'd call new." Sexy says abruptly, turning towards the man who caught her attention. "But I suppose I am here, yes."

[magicink]

"So you aren't new wherever you are from?" Julian asks confused. "Well.. I can tell you can't be too new." His eyes slide over her form. "You're what, twenty?"

[rumchocolatesouffle]

One is a guy and one is a girl. At least that's how it is in his home world.

[He laughs lightly.]

No, you're right. It's very pointless. We're in forced labor to pay our rent and keeping because they got upset with us a few days ago. And I'd rather any weather compared to this.

[dammitkirk]

"I was told that on a shuttle before, by a good friend of mine. I still don't think he was correct, though."

He cocked his head, looking her over.

[punch_it]

"Still better than scattering your atoms across space."

Oh she has your number now. She'd tackle him if she didn't think he'd take a hypo out of his ass and subdue her on the spot.

She's already about to blow his mind. She can save him the hassle.

"Besides which Scotty treats every one of those shuttles like they're her kids."

[dammitkirk]

What. The. Fuck? Bones stared at the woman, utterly shocked. Scotty was a her? Was this Jim if Jim had been a woman? He blinked, once, twice, his mind turning over all the possibilities.

"What's your name?" Bones managed to get out, trying to not do anything too rash. He wasn't expecting this at all, but what did he expect, in a place ruled by supposed gods? Multiple universes.

[punch_it]

"Jane." She matches his wide-eyed look with one of her of own. Though her's has a distinct edge of teasing, gleeful humor to it.

Could she be blamed? She fucking loves that face. Its a thing of beauty when aimed at her from his face. She can't help being who she is. Though she would bet every credit to her name he will try just that.