Test Drive Meme

[shadow_npcs]

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 (find the setting information here)...

1. Trapped by a giant Venus fly trap! Oh no!
2. Watching the evening light show at the beach
3. Admiring the magical castle the candidates have created in the meadow
4. Lost the desert, near the pixie dust canyon
5. Freezing your buns off on the tundra
6. Up high in the mountains and unsure how to get back down

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 area 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 air
5. You would do anything for a grilled cheese sandwich
6. You have a cute and cuddly kitten...where did that come from?

Comments

[element_wizard]

Someone sneezes and a shadow crosses over her. "Stupid kitten go get yourself eaten by a dog," Alec grumbles, punctuated by another sneeze. "Isn't it amazing how cats know exactly who don't want to be around them and then stick to them like Velcro?"

"And you are bleeding, I don't recommend that." He kneels down next to her to inspect the wound. "Would you mind if I took a look at it?"

[nursewrangler]

"Wait... purgatory? Figures, I probably died in my sleep."
Hawk sighs dramatically, but he's actually freaked out. He remembers when he went to sleep... he had been sent to the front lines to take his turn playing meatball surgeon. The bombs...
...they had been so close.
He looks down at the kitten, trying to take comfort in its sleeping form.
"Benjamin Franklin Pierce. But call me Hawkeye."

[hypospraying]

"Oh, no," she rushes to assure him. "At least, I'm pretty sure it's not. We were all traveling to a new place when we got pulled here instead. It was all part of this guy's plan, but I'll have to ease you into that whole story. And, anyway, since we've arrived here, a few more people have turned up. So, sadly, you're a bit behind us."

She pauses to rest her cheek against her knee, looking over at him with concern. "Why d'you think you died in your sleep, Hawkeye?"

Martin Crieff | Cabin Pressure | angry on the beach

[finefinefinefinefine]

Martin's hand is still swollen from where the bee stung him. It's a constant reminder of the loss of his dad's ring, which he's almost certainly never getting back now. Now that it's in, from the sound of it, another dimension entirely. And inside a goose.

So he sits on the beach: a shortish, youngish man in a damp, soiled pilot's uniform, staring with an expression of distant but clear irateness out over the water -- his face is fairly beet-red from the anger and, he'd be slightly ashamed to admit, some earlier tears, but the colour gets washed out by the tinted lights coming off of the water.

A dead, stuffed sheep is his only companion, and he's holding onto it with both arms. Couldn't wait to put down the bloody thing two hours ago. Now he's probably never going to let go of it.

[nursewrangler]

He chuckles darkly. "Being part of a war doesn't exactly enforce longevity." He strokes a hand down the kitten's back...
"I'm a doctor, an army surgeon with the four oh seven seven mash unit. I was pulled from my post to serve on the front line...

...the last thing I remember is falling asleep to the sound of shell fire."

He smiles over at her. "But you don't want to listen to me ramble on, tell me something about you. Were you always so beautiful?"

[hypospraying]

It takes her a moment to decipher what a mash unit is, but being in the paramilitary herself, she figures it out, lifting her eyebrows at the danger he was in.

"What a coincidence. I'm a nurse. Head Nurse of the USS Enterprise, the flagship of Federation Starfleet. And to answer your question: beauty is in the eye of the beholder."

[overdraws]

"Deputy?" Allison's come out to enjoy the light show as well, stopping a few feet away from Parrish, head tilted to the side. He looks comfy.

[nursewrangler]

The only thing that keeps Hawk from getting up and pacing is the small kitten.
He blinks at Christine, not believing what she just said...Instead, he breaks out into a huge grin, shaking his head.
"Nawww, Federation? Starfleet? Honey, you've gotta be be pulling my leg here. It sounds like you just told me you work in space."

[hypospraying]

"You just showed up here with no memory of how you got here. Isn't that as unbelievable as space travel?" She raises a questioning eyebrow and continues. "If it helps, I was born in 2237. Space travel's normal where I'm from."

[nursewrangler]

Well, that does it. Hawk picks up the sleeping kitten and gives it to Christine. "Here, you take this."

Standing, he starts to pace, arms gesticulating vigorously. "2237? It feels like not ten minutes ago I was elbows deep in this kid's guts and you're telling me you're a nurse from space?? Well excuse me for not exactly taking your word for it. I'm from the humble year of 1952... everyone looks up at stars and says 'that's nice'. Space? If it seems like I'm freaking out it's because I am... I haven't had a drink in hours and I'm just supposed to deal with being magically sent to this nowhere place? I must be going insane..."

[hypospraying]

Oh, dear. Christine slides her feet in the sand to lower her legs as the kitten is thrust upon her. She accepts the furry little guy and cuddles him close to her cheek, watching Hawkeye pace. Things like this aren't easy to reconcile alongside what's comfortable and known, so she just purses her lips and waits for him to finish.

He's kind of reminding her of Dr McCoy, what with the yelling and needing a drink, and that just makes her miss her boss all the more.

"Eventually you'll have to deal with it, yes," she answers calmly, setting the kitten down in her lap. "The people here are from all different places and times. Some are used to interacting with the wider world, and some aren't. But we're all stuck here in the same situation as you're in now, so it might help if you talk to people and get to know them."

[nursewrangler]

Hawk runs his hands through his hair, calming himself as he looks at Christine... "Sounds like you've been here for awhile."

He's thankful she let him have his freak out, sometimes that's all he needs.

[hypospraying]

She smiles weakly and nods.

"Or, well, I've been a part of this whole thing a long time. We've only been here a few days, but I've lived in..." Her eyes lift in thought. "Four places before this one since this whole... kidnapping thing began."

She sighs and strokes her fingertips down the kitten's back. "I told you I'd have to ease you into the whole story. If the idea of space travel is unsettling, what's going on here isn't going to sound much better."

[kingofthenorth]

The voice does surprise him, but at least his jumpiness was toned down as he turned to face her. Her dress was strange, for sure, but that was the least of his concern right now.

"What land is this?" His hand remained on the hilt of his sword as he turned to look back around him, noticing she wasn't making any sudden movements or indications she'd attempt to attack him.

"There's very few stories I've heard of white sands." He confessed, wondering if he should even admit to that.

[templeandarch]

"It'll scare away the rats!" Most people would think that's a great idea, not Door. She would be most grateful for a rodent about now.

"Whose barony is this?" She demands as she tries to sit up, which doesn't work out as she thought it would. Looking at her arm, the cause of her wooziness, "It'll heal soon. Maybe I should lie down."

[onen_i_estel]

Crouched down in front of the box, Aragorn turned his head towards the voice. His expression remained even, though her appearance was most bizarre. Could this be some lost race of Elves?

"Descending objects does not trouble me as much as the etchings marked on it." he replied, voice low. "Are they of your people?"

[notsharkbait]

More like a sort-of-cousin to the race of men. At least on her world. She is in her clothing that is meant to be worn under water. It's a sort of scaled wet suit. In order to not embarrass anyone she had a jacket on over it. She spends most of the day needing to be in or around water so for her this is very normal clothing now that she isn't worried about blending in.

And she's fairly tall too.

"No. Not Greek," she peers closer. "It could be Atlantean. Older than what I was taught."

She moves like someone who isn't just young in appearance. Like a colt or mare that is growing into their frame still.

"This," she points to a line of script. "It's a name. For one of the old city-states. They don't use that name anymore. There are a few other words. I just don't really know them off the top of my head. I'm still considered a student."

That's very telling.

[nursewrangler]

"So this place is big, huh?"

Hawk sits back down, flopping onto his back... watching the lights from the fireworks reflect on the water. "Just when I thought life couldn't get worse... then again, nothing is firing at me here... no blood... Maybe I'll think of it as a vacation."

He looks up at Christine. "But you're not telling me everything, are you. Bad stuff happens here too?"

[hypospraying]

"Yes. We're on another planet, though I'm not sure if our current location actually counts. Like I said: in between place."

Christine watches him watching the fireworks for a moment before looking back at the kitten, who's started to get up an explore her lap.

"It does. But maybe I should start at the beginning. Are you ready for one practically unbelievable tale?"

[nursewrangler]

"Yeah... yeah I'm ready."
He appreciates her kindness, and it's obvious that she's done this for several other people. "You know Christine, for a nurse, you certainly have the compassionate part down."

[hypospraying]

"That's what I like most about being a nurse. I get to take care of people and hopefully comfort them." But then she starts her story from the very beginning, outlining why they've been brought in.

"This world is called Niflheim and its inhabitants are the Nysgods. They're an immortal race that have a lot of... unique abilities. Powers, or magic I guess is all we can call it. They have a king who wants to step down and leave the throne to his son, Tristan, but the king wants Tristan to marry first."

She takes a breath and gives him a searching look. "Sounding ridiculous yet?"

[nursewrangler]

"Not as ridiculous as a space nurse." He gives her a wide goofy smile.
Yeah, he's doing a lot better.

[hypospraying]

"Oh, thanks. And that's Nurse Chapel to you." She's smiling though, glad he's taking things so well.

"Well, to continue, that's where we come in. Nysgods are all born male, and they're unique in that they can only love once, and they fall in love at first sight. It's literally encoded into them. Most times they go traveling outside their world to find their love and since they're immortal, they have plenty of time. But in Tristan's case, he stays here and a device called the Grasp was created to bring possible marriage partners to him. And seeing how you're from the mid-20th century, I'll just point out that, yes, they can fall in love with men too."

And here's another look as she waits to see if he's still following along.

[nursewrangler]

Hawk sits up slowly... his eyes going wide as saucers as Christine explained the situation.

"No... oh no, no no no no no. You're not telling me I was brought here to be some Prince's bride. I was wrong, this is worse than purgatory... I'm in Hell!"

He gets up again, pacing as he thinks this over. "And you're saying there's no way out? Am I not allowed to go home ever again? I can't believe I'm saying this, but I'd prefer going back to the war at this point. At least there it doesn't make sense. Here it's just unimaginable!"

Yeah, he's freaking out. Again.

[hypospraying]

She bites her lip and lets him have his freak out, carefully collecting the kitten as he makes a swipe at Hawkeye's leg as he's passing.

"Potential bride. We've been here a long time and he hasn't picked any of us, and even if he did, we can say no. He doesn't want to marry anybody who doesn't want to marry him." There's far more to it than that, regarding prophecies and all that, but she's definitely holding off on those facts until another day.

"Besides, this place we are right now? We're cut off from the Nysgods here, so don't think you have to don a white dress just yet, okay? As for going home, sometimes people do disappear and end up back home, but we don't know how they manage it. It's all random."