Random Scenario and Test Drive Meme!

[lookingforhope]

Random Scenario / Test Drive Meme

- Post your character, or character you'd like to voice test. Include preferences if you wish!
- Reply to other characters with one (or mix and match if you want) of the following scenarios, or use RNG to randomly set up the scene.
- Play it out and HAVE FUN!

Type of Scene:
1. Action
2. Angst
3. Crack
4. Fluff
5. General

Action:
1. Chaos: All hell is breaking out on the Egime. Whether it be a war between the vampires and mutants, or a magical spell gone wrong, there is danger and you need to protect those you care about, and yourself.
2. Fight: Be it verbal, or physical, you're toe to toe with another candidate.
3. Sparring: You and another need to release some steam in a friendly training session.
4. Hunted: Are you the predator? Or, the prey?
5. Your choice!

Angst:
1. Broken: Spending all this time in such a small space is not doing you any favors mentally.
2. Hurt you: You're being forced to hurt someone you love either by betraying them or even being forced to shout things you don't mean.
3. Becoming a monster: You are slowly changing, becoming a monster: vampire, zombie, demon, something you can't recover from and no-one can help you.
4. Fear: You're not sure why, but you are suddenly terrified and you can't deal with it. You need help.
5. Your choice!

Crack:
1. Awkward Conversations: So did you just fart or what? Any conversation goes, as long as it's embarrassing and awkward.
2. Old Farts: Suddenly you and someone else have been cursed to be old and wrinkly and grumpy.
3. Sticky Notes: Communicate with someone by way of notes!
4. Fail!Gift: Perhaps you gave a gift, or received one, but this gift is not really a present that you can use.
5. Your choice!

Fluff:
1. Bath Time: Be lazy in the tub together. 
2. Date Night: The options are slim, but you're smart enough to put together a memorable time with that special someone in your life.
3. Proposal: Pop the question!
4. Cooking Together: Hey, it can be romantic.
5. Your choice!

General:
1. Nice meeting you: Either you, or them have just arrived.
2. Wrong number: Oops, actually you didn't mean to call that person...
3. Enabler: You're enabling the other (or each other) to do something bad, really bad. Could be bad bad, or hilariously bad.
4. Caught in the act: Busted.
5. Your choice!


(Scaled down and adapted for use at Throne of Shadows)

Comments

ooc

[investigatetime]

That sounds totally fine! I'm open to any of the suggestions except perhaps the fluff XD

ooc

[prefers_magneto]

Does this look like a face that does fluff?

How about wrong number? Ngl, I just love Sarah Jane and want to do something :P

Robb Stark

[kingofthenorth]

[investigatetime]

[ooc: it totally does! And that works!]


[Sarah Jane had been rushing around the ship, getting ready for the next big ship-wide party when she was trying to give Dorian a call. It was autopilot for her, or so she thought. When it was evident the connection was made...]

This ship is far too big! Where are you at?

Blaine Thorps

[strategic_guile]

/coughs

[iwasrussian]

[Her movements were fluid and graceful; no break, nor any hesitation, not even when the woman blocked and started reciprocating the assassins defenses. It was kill, or be killed; a mantra that had been ingrained in her mind at a very young age.

The word went unnoticed, mostly because she didn't believe - not even for a beat of a moment - that she really was caught.

There was a brief flash when green eyes met green eyes before Natasha took advantage of the limb by hooking it into the crook of her knee. As the made their way to the wall, the other foot kicked up to press flat as she swung her whole body around over Devi's back to break free completely and put an arms length of distance between them. Just enough to throw a jab into the other woman's face.

Really, the whole thing was kind of poetic, in a sense.]

[artistwithasickness]

[Devi laughed, brightly and excited as the woman smoothly uses the momentum against the move and she even clapped as she stood properly and turned around.]

Oh, a dance partner!~ [But the clapping didn't last long as Devi spread her feet out in one little hop, hands spread to the side and fingers wiggling. Her eyebrows bounce in arrogant encouragement.]

That's no way to greet a lady. Come on, let's tango.

[Do trust that if she had access to a rose, it would be in between her teeth.]

[iwasrussian]

And that's how you get yourself killed. Or, in your case, immobilized.

[That little healing factor of hers would only go so far when her attacker thought ahead and found out a way to hold her down. It would come. Natasha was sure of it.

The movement was a little quicker, but not fast enough. Natasha could still blink and not miss it. Extending a hand, she took Kate's fist in one of hers and extended it straight, putting the pressure on her elbow. One slight move and she'd break that arm at the mid point like a twig.]

[dirtyandtrue]

[He'd known it would happen. He was surprised it didn't happen sooner. Nott had finally had enough of Matt sneaking off to find Blaine; to 'leave her' as she saw it and for worse, a human. It was a disgrace, disgusting and in her fit of rage, she'd threatened to remove the Blonde from the list of Candidates permanently if Matthew didn't choose.

He knew what would come if he 'chose' incorrectly. The mantle of asshole was just as often used against him as it was his shield.

Pausing in front of Blaine's door, Matt knocked. He never knocked, usually being able to smell the occupants and hash out a good idea of if they were busy, showing an arrogant disregard for his lovers privacy. Blaine's exhibitionism didn't seem to mind. But not today.

Today he knocked.]

[katerrifically]

[ Kate was immediately stopped. Her eyes went wide because that fucking hurt. Her body went slack and she felt her knees start to bend. But if she is going to risk a move it is better to risk it on someone she knows won't actually kill her. ]

I know! I know!

[ As her knees start to bend further, Kate braces her left food and brings her right foot up to slam on Natasha's foot and since they are this close, Kate will throw in a headbutt for good measure.

This is going to hurt and she knows it. ]

[call_me_amazing]

Someone was busy looking around at that place when he heard the voice. Peter turned to find the source and his mouth dropped open a little.

"... Huh?"

[call_me_amazing]

It was a really good thing Peter had a sense of humor, because that gift could have been taken to heart. Only, he wasn't exactly sure that's what it was given the bottle looked like something out of Alice and Wonderland. All it was missing was the little tag that said 'Drink Me'.

Dark eyes drifted easily between the bottle and Gwen's face, but there was no smile. No, there was a little confused pinch between his eyebrows.

"It's not perfume, is it? Are you telling me I smell bad?" Peter said, lifting an arm to take a whiff of himself.

[sweet_as_pie]

She'd make sure he didn't try drinking it. Unless he really liked the idea of being ill from various chemicals. Or maybe it'd be all right after all - it was a more medieval approach to things, and that probably meant it was more herbal than anything else. She wondered if it actually worked.

Gwen just laughed, affecting a serious look after the bout passed. "Terrible. I'm amazed no one's said anything to you yet, Peter. Maybe they're just being nice because we're so new." There was only so long she could hold that, though, and a smile broke through again. "It's bug spray. In case you find any bug-based supervillains out here. Just don't let it fall into the wrong hands."

Action: 1

[thekittenqueen]

It was chaos, so similar to a battle field that she had seen in Westeros. The candidates were descending into violence and madness, something that none had expected but feared completely. Now as the candidates tore each other apart, Margaery fled the decks, descending as high as she could to escape everyone and their eagerness for blood.

She was no soldier, she was a Queen and there was no champion here to save her.

[nott_caine]

"Didn't you get the memo?" She snapped back, scurrying further behind the pipes. They could at least slow him down a little until she could find something to protect herself with. Not that she had much hope with the chip in place.

"I'm the monster!" This was ridiculous. Once upon a time, she was viewed as the vampiric devil. She was Caine to Diana's Abel. Now she was a harmless kitten, unable to respond but with words. It was pathetic.

"You won't want me feeding on others. What happens to me if I surrender? Death? No thanks, already did that once!"

[strategic_guile]

[ Blaine heard the knock but didn't answer. It wasn't the soft tap of Lydia or the harder taps or the heavy bangs of the guys who had no disregard for decibel levels. He didn't quite reach for his gun, but then it was still tucked under his arm like the security blanket it was.

Standing up and crossing the door in a few steps, the blonde opened it with a questioning look that grew surprised at the person he saw. He looked down at the handle, examining it.]

Did we suddenly get locks?

[Color him suspicious of the sudden courtesy.]

[dirtyandtrue]

[Dark conflicted eyes rise to meet blue and just the sight of him hurt. The image of what she would do to him rose unbidden in his mind - her anger, his defense.]

We need to talk.

[He didn't wait for an invitation and pushes the door open and steps in, blowing past Blaine with a determined resolve. How was he supposed to start this? He couldn't tell Blaine the truth. The man wouldn't understand, would protest (perhaps) and Matthew couldn't risk him getting it into his head to go and 'talk' to Nott.

It had to be clean.

Matt gathered himself as he came to a stop by the end of the bed, memories playing out over the sheets in his head - ones that rallied against the play that was starting.]

It's over. You and I.

[strategic_guile]

[If he was going to just walk in, Blaine didn't know why Matt bothered to knock at all. Not to mention nothing good ever came out of a conversation that began with 'We need to talk.']

All right...

[He watched Matthew walk inside the small room and blinked at what was said. That didn't sound like a 'need to talk'. It was more like a final statement. He cautiously questioned:]

What's over...?

[dirtyandtrue]

[Matt turned around, hand in his pockets, face stony and eyes distant as they looked over Blaine's features again.]

I'm terminating our.. mutual agreement. You deserve to hear it instead of finding out the hard way.

[The hard way being avoiding him pointedly and shunning him in conversation and in public. Matt didn't want to do that.]

[strategic_guile]

[There was a slowly dawning realization about the meaning of this conversation that made Blaine's eyebrows at first lift in surprise and then lower in suspicion.]

You make it sound like a business contract and not a friendship with benefits.

[Then the eyes narrowed as he slid his own hands into his pockets and gave Matthew a thorough look over as if he was possessed or something.]

[kingofthenorth]

Perhaps it was a disease or some unknown force from the Nsgods that had made the people descend into madness. Robb considered himself grateful for yet turning into one of them, and yet he couldn't figure out the root cause. It was disturbing seeing his own friends turn this way. He had never toyed with the thought of turning his blade against the people he thought could trust, but he had to continue reminding himself it wasn't their true nature.

And in the midst of another battle, after wiping his blade clean, he realized he didn't know where Margaery was. She had mentioned to him that she had hiding spots, but was unclear where exactly they were.

And so he began his search for her, trying to stay subtle and quiet, but also hoping to find her.

[dirtyandtrue]

[It's supposed to hurt less this way.

He shrugged.]

That's because it includes all of it. Because we won't ever be just friends again.

[strategic_guile]

[He can't argue against that. The 'just friends' thing wouldn't ever work.]

And what's wrong with that? What's making you suddenly run away from me?

[dirtyandtrue]

It's not running away.

[He sighed.]

You wouldn't understand and knowing won't change it. I just.. had to let you know.

[strategic_guile]

How is, 'I can't see you anymore but think you're stupid to understand why I can't' not running away? Don't give me bullshit answers.