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

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.]

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]

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. ]

[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]

[ 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.

[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. ]

[hypospraying]

All right. What d'you wanna talk about then?

[She's eyeing that swig, but it doesn't break her rule so it's fine.]

[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?

[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...

[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.]

[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. ]

[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...

[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.

[asouthron]

Jesus Christ on a cracker...

[ He takes the thermos numbly from the woman, but he can't drink quite yet. McCoy's mouth is too agape to hold any liquid at this point anyway. ]

Wha--Why are...? How?

[ There are just too many questions and they are all fighting for dominance in the doctor's mouth. ]

[punch_it]

[Breathe, Bones. Air isn't optional. He's going to need to breathe if he wants any kind of answer. Jane can't remember the last time she managed to reduce Bones to true incoherence but he was gibbering now.]

Am I a girl? From what I understand that's my father's fault, but I'm not the doctor here.

[Jane innocently shrugs.]

[your_logic_is_impeccable]

[ Hilariously enough (for others, not Spock), a complete lack of visible emotion has a similar, though arguably delayed effect. The Vulcan found that any array of logical comments in responses to illogical small talk would cause his fellow passenger to relocate to another part of the shuttle.

Today however, the shuttlecraft carried with it a very special passenger. It surprised Spock, though not visibly, to see the Doctor still so visibly disgruntled despite having traveled between universes. Was the good Doctor not fascinated by his new surroundings?

Perhaps Spock was even marginally heartened by Bones's appearance. Other than Christine, the remaining members of the Enterprise crew were not from his universe. McCoy was the preverbal familiar face from home. But such feelings implied having feelings in the first place, which Spock would immediately declare that he did not.

The tall, lanky Vulcan, dressed still in his Science Blue, passed McCoy on the way to his own seat. Spock had selected the one directly across from the Doctor. ]

I have trouble believing that the Grasp would have selected you as a viable candidate Doctor McCoy. You have so many undesirable human qualities.

[ He missed you Bones. In that love hate kind of way. ]

[asouthron]

[ That voice. He never thought he would actually be happy to hear it poke fun at him. Not that he's going to let the green-blooded bastard know that! ]

And yet here I am, Mr. Spock. That's a helluva faulty logic loop you've there. Might wanna fix it before you fry yer circuits.

Clearly they needed Starfleet's steadiest hands for their embroidery needs.

[ That, Commander, is called heavy sarcasm and it's all that's keeping him together anymore. ]

[your_logic_is_impeccable]

[ They have such a healthy relationship don't they? ]

Even I, Doctor, admit that embroidery is a complete waste of your skills.

[ Just when you think Spock is saying something to nice to him, the Vulcan adds: ]

Clothing stitching would be much more suitable. You could mend clothes as you once mended humans.

[ After this however, and whatever comeback Bones might have, Spock is ready to talk business. ]