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

[mockingjay_on_fire]

Hearing his voice calling to her seemed for a moment like that surreal hallucination in the arena. There was no shimmering in the air, nothing that could indicate that this was a tracker jacker nightmare. It seemed so impossible and improbable for Peeta to be in this place, save for the fact that their lives always ran side by side, linking them together inexplicable ways.

She turned slowly, afraid for a moment that it was nothing but a trick. That instead of Peeta, it would be a jabberjay, a mutt, something other than the baker's boy that she had clung to for so long.

He was running towards her. First instinct was to turn on her heel and escape, second instinct was to reach for her bow, the arena still firmly fixed in her mind.

But all too suddenly, she found herself diving forward, diving into his arms as the last saving grace she would ever know. "Peeta!" She cried out.

[frostyoutodeath]

Peeta's arms wrapped tightly around her, holding her body against his. He could feel her, and she was real. He closed his eyes, just taking in the smell of her hair and her neck and even her uniform shirt.

He could stay like this for eternity.

"Katniss," he said, his voice just above a whisper. "I can't believe you're here."

His arms still holding steadily onto hers, Peeta gently let go of their embrace, giving the air just enough space between their bodies for his own eyes to search hers. He had so many questions.

[mockingjay_on_fire]

She stared at him in wide eyed wonder. Her hands reaching out to touch his face, his arms, all of him. Just to make fully certain that he was here. "You're here...real or not real?" She asked, smiling despite herself. Seeing him already grounding her and pulling her free of the dark thoughts. The memories that she didn't want to consider at this time.

"I didn't think...I didn't expect to see you here. Wherever here is...they told me we aren't in Panem..."

[frostyoutodeath]

He rubbed his cheek into her palm, taking in the warmth, and soon he was hugging her again. But when she asked that question, their question, Peeta looked Katniss straight in the eye. "Real."

"I'm here." He slid one of his hands down her arm, and intertwined his fingers with hers.

"We're not in Panem anymore. No one here has even heard of it." A beat. "We were brought here by something they call 'the Grasp.' According to them, it's currently broken and can't bring us home." In other words, they'd been kidnapped.

[mockingjay_on_fire]

She stared ahead as she desperately tried to absorb the information, struggling in the same manner she did after the destruction of District 12. After Peeta had been taken.

My name is Katniss Everdeen. I was the Mockingjay, but killed President Coin. I lived in District 12, but District 12 isn't here any longer. I'm somewhere else. Somewhere that doesn't have districts or Panem or Haymitch or Gale.

She rubbed her head lightly, taking a breath. "Why are we brought here? They said something about a prince?"

[frostyoutodeath]

Peeta nodded, keeping his eyes on her, taking in every reaction.

"Prince Tristan. The official story is that we've been brought here to be his mate. We're called 'candidates,' and he hasn't selected any of the candidates who have been brought here, for a long time now."

[mockingjay_on_fire]

"Candidates? That isn't much different than tributes." She said with a small scoff. It only added further to her certainty that the games never truly ended. The arena changed, but it was still the same rules. Only one could be the victor. Only this time, it ended with marriage.

It made her think of Finnick. Of what Snow made him do. "I won't." She vowed. "I won't be given to this prince. Not by anyone."

[frostyoutodeath]

That same thought had dawned him when he first arrived.

"Something is different." Peeta looked out across the ocean, then back at Katniss. "The Nysgods, they aren't gamemakers. They ... they aren't using us for amusement."

At least not that he could see.

"I've heard from other candidates that the Prince doesn't want a mate. That he's being forced into this as much as we are."

[mockingjay_on_fire]

She didn't respond to it. As far as she could tell, she was being put on display once more. These Nysgod were no better than the Capital, but they were hardly up front in their designs as Snow was. "I never thought I would miss the frankness of that regime." She muttered, shaking her head.

"Well, that's a relief." It was hard to know what to say to this, to any of it. It was so surreal, but also so familiar. It was though the last few years of her life never happened. That they were facing yet another arena.

"No one else from Panem is here?" She asked.