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

[strategic_guile]

[There was a war going on in Blaine's head, in his chest, in his groin. He knew he should let Matt go because it was dangerous; he knew he was going to miss the companionship; and he knew he was going to sorely miss the sex.

Matt turned and fled towards the door and Blaine watched him with eyes as intent as a cat watching an unsuspecting mouse scurrying across the floorboards.

He didn't think about it. He definitely couldn't have thought about it or else he wouldn't have moved and let Matt go. No, it was totally impulse and instinct that propelled him forward, hand extended to catch the door as it started to open and push it shut again. He leaned against it so he would be facing Matthew from the side and reached up with his free hand, catching the back of the vampire's neck and pulling him against him. If all else failed, he'd press himself up against Matthew. It didn't matter how it happened as long as his lips were on the shorter man's and his tongue was questing to push past cool lips.]

[dirtyandtrue]

Blaine,[Matt pleaded roughly as the door shuts in front of him, but whatever words were meant to follow were muffled by the kiss. There wasn't an ounce of resistance to meet Blaine's warm tongue and Matt's wrestled with it as he turned himself into it. His hands started at Blaine's hips, fingers fisting tightly into the fabric before one hand spread around to the small of Blaine's back, holding them together as Blaine proceeded to try and swallow his soul.

His chest and throat were tightly bound under bands that threatened to cave him into himself. He was not a creature that was meant to be denied what he wanted. He was even less of a creature to hold himself to that restraint of his own free will. The fracture in him that the first kiss of the conversation had started ruptured into a chasm.]

[strategic_guile]

[ Fade to Black stuff happened here. Lots of sexy stuff. So much sexy stuff it's better to leave to your imagination. We will instead resume when the emotional wreckage reaches its conclusion. ]

[Blaine sagged against Matthew, all the strength in his body sucked out with the bite and the orgasm that had totally blown out every thought in his head for the next minute or so. He let his face bury into the man's neck and took in a deep breath knowing this was probably going to be the last time in a long while that he would be this close to the man. He may have wiggled his way through a chink in Matthew's admittedly flawed armor, but he was under no impression that it had changed the situation. Matthew was still going to avoid him and Blaine was out yet another lover and friend.

He wrapped his arms around Matthew's shoulders and didn't bother to try and move or hold up his own weight. He'd stay this way until he was pushed off.]

[dirtyandtrue]

[Matt took Blaine's weight, cool mouth peppering lazy kisses across his shoulder as he ran his hands across the sweat kissed skin, smearing the moisture as he holds Blaine in place.

The situation being what it was, if Matt went back stinking of Blaine, the whole powderkeg would be lit. He didn't know what he was going to do, so he tried not to worry about it. There would be plenty of time for thinking later that night, when he was alone in his bed.

For now, he was just trying to press this moment into some kind of immortality that he could carry with him in his pocket. To draw in and stain himself with Blaine's scent; part of him screamed to do it defiantly. To choose how he would and to hell with the consequences. Hi held a kiss on his shoulder for a long moment before speaking quietly and roughly.]

We're idiots.

[strategic_guile]

[Blaine let his voice remain muffled in Matt's shoulder when he spoke. He didn't pull away or let any distance span between them because that would be the beginning of the end. Once there was space, Matt would edge his way out and Blaine would have to lay alone in his bed and try to figure out who had made an ultimatum that Matthew would actually follow. It could only be another vampire. Someone Matt knew and respected or was terrified of what they would do.

He ran his hands through Matt's hair and his voice was low in the man's ear.]

We're impulsive. There's a blurry difference.

[dirtyandtrue]

You're impulsive then,[he returned, his touch on the man's back turning soft and light, letting his fingertips just barely touch the lines the followed on either side of Blaine's spine,] and I'm the idiot.

[Matt sighed in sad contentment and wrapped his arms around Blaine, rolling them over onto the blonde's back and spreading his hands out onto his shoulders. Matt kept their chests together but leaned up enough to look down into those blue eyes properly. He brought one hand out and brushed back the wayward and disheveled bangs, glancing up at them with the gesture while he spoke.]

You make me an idiot.

[strategic_guile]

[Blaine had that effect on people. The whole 'You make me do stupid things' quality of his friendship was of questionable use. He lay there on his back in front of his door that Matthew never had a chance of making it out of and looked up at the man who would be leaving him soon. He let a wistful smile cross his face for a moment.]

It's not so bad, being an idiot for a while.

[He wrapped his arms around Matt's waist now that he was able and just enjoyed the feeling of hands in his hair.]

[dirtyandtrue]

[He'd tried to leave. He'd tried to do the 'right' thing, though he wasn't positive of what that was anymore. Right and wrong, what he should do or what he shouldn't do.. It always just came down to what Matt wanted to do and what Matt didn't want to do. Blaine always ended up luring him towards indulgence and it was almost painful that Matt was going to have to get up. He liked it here.

The wayward bangs had been brushed aside, but Matt kept threading his fingers through his hair and at the wistful smile, Matt smiled softly, dark eyes dropping to his lips for a half moment.]

No. Not so bad at all. I wish I had longer to do so.

[Leaning in, Matt took up Blaine's lips gently, kissing him simply to feel him and connect one more time before Matt had to leave.]

[strategic_guile]

You can have as long as you want.

[His reply came just before the soft kiss that was meant as the beginnings of a good bye. Blaine kept hold of Matthew's waist even though he knew if the man wanted to leave there wasn't anything he could do to stop him.]

[dirtyandtrue]

[Matt let his hand fall to cup Blaine's face before breaking the kiss and whispering.]

A very kind lie.

[With a disappointed look, Matt pushes back onto his knees, separating for what at the moment seems to be for the last time. It was a smooth movement that rocked Matt to his feet, straight up and he somberly went about fishing his clothes from the floor and getting dressed.]

[strategic_guile]

[His words are soft as he watches Matt propel himself up and start the redressing process. He followed at a much slower pace, and really he was just tossing his clothes aside and not getting dressed at all. He wasn't going to leave his room except to shower. They could deal with his bare ass in the hallway.]

I'm not the one who makes it a lie.

[dirtyandtrue]

That is a lie too. Things would change, Blaine, they always have. They always will. And it is something I'm sure you don't want from me anyway.

[Matt focused on the task. Pants: Check. One leg at a time. Shirt: Check - not like it matters anyway, Matt knew he was going to have to shower and change before he even thought about going around Nott and he wasn't sure it would help. At least that abuse would be nothing new.]

[strategic_guile]

What is it I don't want from you?

[Blaine leaned against his dresser, watching the man get dressed with muted interest. He shouldn't get to into watching him, as there was little chance he could get him to stay for a repeat.]

[dirtyandtrue]

[Tie finally in hand, Matt looks over to Blaine with a tired look on his face.]

No. [No, he wasn't going to answer that question. Matt slips his arms into his suspenders and hastily straightens them out.] I will not put us through a pointless conversation.

[Scooping up his jacket, Matt lets it hang from his fingers as he takes one last look at the gunmen. Words sat on the tip of his tongue, the truth and all of it but it was souring by his own bitterness before they were even formed. So he chose prettier ones with a free hand held out to Blaine.]

Please. Come tell me goodbye.

[strategic_guile]

[Blaine didn't believe Matt had the right to decide what was pointless and what wasn't, but he wasn't going to discuss it and possibly have an argument. He saved his usual droll look for one that was downcast, even if he was trying to remain neutral about it. He walked towards that hand and gave his head a half shake.]

I'll see you later, amore.

[dirtyandtrue]

[The hand dropped and with no more words to give, a few seconds later, Blaine's door was closing behind him.]