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

Blaine Thorps

[strategic_guile]

/coughs

[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.]

[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.]

[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.

[dirtyandtrue]

Running away is by note and courier. Not wanting to explain myself is not.

[He wanted to get out of this with as much truth as he could intact, without having to blatantly lie. ]

[strategic_guile]

Ahhh, I see.

[Blaine gave a half smile.] So it's just cowardice then. That I can understand.

[dirtyandtrue]

[His eyebrow arched and his jaw flexed for a moment.]

I'm tired of you. I was trying to spare your feelings. That's why. Satisfied?

[strategic_guile]

It sounds more like you're trying to spare yourself.

[Blaine walked over to his bed and sat down, looking up at Matt with open confusion.]

Why the run around? You can at least be honest about why you're cutting yourself out of my life.

[dirtyandtrue]

[He shrugged again, having no answer to the lay of selfish blame.]

Because I was hoping you'd take it and let me go.

[He left his eyes forward but downcast, not looking at anything in particular, specifically not Blaine.]

You put me in too much danger; I let things go to far. I tire of running around it. It's time to fix it.

[strategic_guile]

You know me better than that.

[It was said softly as he looked up at Matthew, studying his face.]

You know me so much better than that.

[He didn't comment on the other part. It was laughable that Blaine put Matt in danger of anything but blue balls. Somehow they had become very good friends, but Blaine felt nothing more than that without the pull of blood.]

[dirtyandtrue]

Perhaps. But I can't say that's a two way street.

[strategic_guile]

[Blaine let his own eyes slowly drop. It wasn't even a two way street. Not really. They were standing across the street waving at one another and could only get a blurry image of the other.]

You're more than three hundred years old. I don't think I'll ever truly know you. I've always known that.

[dirtyandtrue]

Nearly five. [he corrected with a subtle resignation.]

Makes me no big loss then. Just another ex-lover.

[strategic_guile]

Don't try to trivialize it.

[Blaine's voice is curt as his eyes cut back up.]

You're not just an ass I liked to fuck to pass the time. You're a friend.

[dirtyandtrue]

How can you be friends with someone you barely know?

[strategic_guile]

Because you have to start off somewhere.

[dirtyandtrue]

That's not where we started and you know it.

[strategic_guile]

So what? Because we started off fucking that means I can't actually want a friendship?

[Blaine gave him a flat look.]

You're not distracting me from the fact you aren't telling me why out 'agreement' suddenly isn't working anymore. You didn't suddenly fall in love with me, so what is it?