Random Scenario and Test Drive Meme!

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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

Erik 'Magneto' Lehnsherr

[prefers_magneto]

...

Natasha Romanoff | CA: TWS

[iwasrussian]

[Action or General]

Reinette Poisson

[madame_de_pompadour]

Selene "Nott" Caine

[nott_caine]

Peter Parker

[call_me_amazing]

Action 1; General 3 (Cause let's make this interesting)

[nott_caine]

It was war between vampires and mutants, descending into utter chaos as the ship continued to rocket forward. Only now the pit stops ceased and there was nothing but the cramped and confining quarters. It was beginning to drive everyone insane, including the Malkavian that was never quite there to begin with.

She had hidden away in the cargo bay, ill and weak from the lack blood. It was hardest on her as she couldn't feed on random strangers. She was muzzled and would be hurt if she tried. There was nothing she could do but depend on her family.

Hiding behind a few pipes, Nott leaned her head back, trying to fight the sickening feeling in her stomach. How long could it last?

Tara Maclay

[thegreenwitch]

Margaery Tyrell

[thekittenqueen]

Helen of Sparta

[helen_of_sparta]

Devi D

[artistwithasickness]

Action 2; General 1

[iwasrussian]

[If the sudden shift from Earth to this place wasn't enough, it was definitely being dropped into the cargo hold of a vessel that looked and felt a little too familiar. And not in a good way.

As soon as Natasha realised it, she was up on her feet and moving silently through the corridors while green eyes sweeped every corner and turn for the possibility of threats.

One doesn't take the chance after what she had just been through and with this new area being uncharted, Natasha wasn't going to leave herself open to attack.

Hearing a noise, the Widow tucked herself into the corner and waited for the opportune moment to strike.]

[artistwithasickness]

[The noise was whistling, to precede the solid in time stride of heavy boots. Devi was walking down the hall, unaware that anyone was near by.

These people had a power that she couldn't feel, mores the pity. Or the advantage depending on where you're crouching. Devi would be walking right past her, if left unmolested.]

Sarah Jane Smith

[investigatetime]

[iwasrussian]

[Unfortunately, Natasha wasn't of the mind to gauge innocence. It was a foreign setting with one unknown crew member already. Possibly more Hydra? They would never truly be rid of them.

Cut off one head, and two more will take its place.

As the whistle grew louder, Natasha was able to gather the easier details; gender and approximate weight by the way the boots sounded against the floor surface, and how comfortable the woman was; suspecting nothing, most likely.

Just as the toe of her boot stepped into view, Natasha's leg cut across the woman's torso while her arm came around to hook around the back of her prey's neck to bring her down.]

Sparring (Also titled "In which Kate gets her butt kicked...")

[katerrifically]

[ How many times had Kate ended up on her backside during this training slash sparring match? Five. Five times. There really is no dignified way of landing on your ass. There just isn't.

The first time, she had landed on her rear end but sitting upright. The second and then fourth time she had literally landed face first on the mat. The third time she had landed on her side. The fifth time, and that brings the Narration current, Kate had landed flat on her back.

She turns her head and looks. Her opponents legs are too far away for Kate to try and sweep her. To Kate's credit, she is paying attention. She hasn't attacked the same way. This lessons is just a little bit more involved than the kick-boxing lesson she is used to. But she fighting to win. Sometimes, her moves aren't quite... ethical. (Look. She's a mutant. She fights to live not for honor. She doesn't have time for that!)

It'll be alright though. Kate is a fast healer. ]

Okay. Okay. One more time.

Noah Miller

[heatedup]

[prose preferred, dudes only for shippy stuff!]

[prefers_magneto]

There was only one way those he'd taken under his protection would be safe. Their little society made it clear that they had no intention of taking any sort of action. Vigilantism it was, then. If society refused to protect innocent people from harm, he would do it himself.

"Why are you standing with them? You can't defend yourself or them," he called as he walked into the cargo bay. He flung metal storage containers aside like they were styrofoam to look behind them for her. "Surrender and you'll be allowed to live; we're not monsters." Well. He was. But the rest weren't and he was willing to practice restraint to set an example.

[prefers_magneto]

Erik glanced over. Another person from the future, based on his style of dress.

"What do you want?"

[prefers_magneto]

[Hmm. Since we're dealing with Dorian's girlfriend here, I'd like maybe some sort of them getting along somehow before they each realize who the other is? I don't know; what do you think?]

[artistwithasickness]

Devi's reaction time was spot on, one forearm snapping up to block the kick and her hand opens to slide over and grip the ankle as she crouches forward and turns back in one smooth action. Her free arm is brought up to slap her hand around the woman's forearm.

"Gotcha," Devi snarls, a passing glance towards Natasha showing furiously bright green eyes that looked more excited then enraged but full of the same ferociousness. In the same heartbeat, Devi sweeps her extended leg behind her and pulls to a stand, hopefully dragging the Russian along with her to throw her against the nearest wall.

3-4

[sweet_as_pie]

There was a sort of trouble that came from being whisked off to some new place that Gwen didn't really understand, even if Peter was still there, and it was mostly that when she went to buy things? She didn't recognise a lot of the stuff there. (And that didn't even begin to get into the fact that she didn't have currency.)

"So," she started, already trying not to laugh at the gift she'd brought him from the last dock the ship stopped at. "What do you think?"

It was, for the record, some sort of medieval attempt at bug spray. And totally a joke.

[iwasrussian]

[In Natasha's mind, there was no sense in breaking a person in slowly. If the woman was determined to get the most out of it, she would be dealt with a real life situation, in real time. Nothing slowed down. No graciousness at the fact she was 'learning'; definitely no tolerance for weakness, which was the reason the poor girl landed on her ass so many times, in quick succession. That was how Natasha learned, and it would be the way she taught. The red head had to give it Kate, though. She was a determined one.

Only the mutant had a ways to go yet. Her moves were choppy, making it easy to anticipate. That was her problem.

As she stood there, hands down at her side, not showing the least bit of exertion, Natasha gestured for her to get back up. When Natasha spoke, it was flat, and unimpressed.]

You're thinking too hard and not running on instinct like I told you.

Draco Malfoy

[alphaophiuchi]

Lydia Martin

[fivethreestrawberryblonde]

[katerrifically]

I think about everything too hard. You fight differently.

[ Her admission is true. She over thinks practically everything. It isn't that she was afraid of getting hurt. She is not. She'll recover. There is more damage to her pride than anything else.

Kate stood back up. She pushes her hair out of her face and takes a few small steps towards her opponent. ]

Maybe I think this is too safe for instinct to kick in.

[ For Natasha's style of fighting, she means. It isn't the structured regiment she is used to. That is fine with Kate. It really is. But there's also not a sense of real danger. Maybe that is what is missing.

Kate lunges. Her left arm is poised for a jab while her right hand intends to move in to poke the Black Widow in her eyeballs à la the Three Stooges. ]