Test Drive Meme

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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...

1. In the Serpent's Head (aka the pub)
2. In the candidate house kitchen
3. At a city-wide parade!
4. In the bathroom
5. Your bedroom
6. Someone else’s bedroom

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. Seriously horny. Must be something in the water.

Somewhat unusually...

1. There is a fight breaking out nearby
2. You are naked
3. You suddenly cannot verbally communicate
4. There’s a lot of alcohol/drugs here!
5. There is a box of adorable kittens here
6. There is a dead body on the floor

Comments

[braveandstupid]

She isn't. She pulls back to look at him, trying to figure out when the last time he saw her was. He's not ... reacting as strongly as she would think he would if he thought she was dead, but then again, Damon can be so hard to read.

"The Grasp is broken, Damon. I don't think we have a choice."

[alias_savant]

The latter, I'm afraid.

[he really wishes he could be who this kid wanted him to be. "Cooper" sounded important.]

My name is Neal. Neal Caffrey.

[dickwithfangs]

"Screw choice. If you don't like option A or B, then make your own option C." As far as Damon knew, this Elena was a vampire, something he'd figure out wasn't true as soon as he took the time to really look her over. Or, you know, listened to her heartbeat.

"Their little grabby hands toy doesn't get to say how long we stay here."

[braveandstupid]

"Oh, so you're an expert in inter dimensional travel now?"

She doesn't mean to be snippy, but she doesn't necessarily want to go home to her death either. She crosses her arms in front of her chest as she steps away from him.

"Would it really be such a bad thing to stay? It could be a break. A break from ... everything."

[dickwithfangs]

"I could be." He gives her a look before moving away, turning to look around the room as he assessed their situation. Stuck in a city and told to 'stay put' while they wait for some alien prince to pull a love at first sight gag. No thank you.

"I didn't take you as the running away sort, Elena. I thought you'd want to find the cure as much as Stefan does." If only to cram it down her throat so he could have her back and get her away from Damon. "My idea of a break doesn't involve being kidnapped and subject to a possible shotgun wedding."

[braveandstupid]

She was with him at first, because he's right. She's not the running away type, and she never was. But since they go home to right where they were left and where she was left was in a truck in a river, she wasn't exactly thrilled with the idea of running back to that.

Then what he said next confused her. She turned to face him again. "Cure? What cure?"

[dickwithfangs]

He turned back to her, frowning just a little. "The cure." Like that was supposed to explain it all. Had someone not been paying attention? That surprised him, since he thought she'd been on board with the plans to get it.

[braveandstupid]

She gives him a look because yeah, that clears up so much. "The cure for what?"

[dickwithfangs]

"Ha, ha, very funny. Okay, I'll play along. 'The cure for you that Stefan's so insistent upon finding and giving to you so you can go back to being human and therefore, back to being in love with him'. There. Did I pass the test?" He smirked before he turned back to looking around their 'new home'. Screw that.

[mediumdrip]

[Disappointment floods Blaine, and is clear on his face. Still, he tries to be polite.]

Oh. It's nice to meet you Neal.

You look just like my brother.

[cordelisse]

Zoey laughs, giving the kitten in her hands an absent-minded cuddle. It meows and bats at her hand. “The kitten AA meetings are brutal. Adorable. But brutal.”

She’s grinning now, all amusement and wry humour. “I WAS implying that I thought it’d be the opposite and maybe even gain you some points.” She lifts a shoulder in a shrug. “We can duel, though, if you’d like.”

[myblogwonabafta]

John turned from the counter where he was making a sandwich, wondering if the naked man had even noticed his presence. His eyebrow was raised slightly, lips pursed, on the verge of deciding whether to say something. There wasn't a whole lot which could shock John Watson at this point, though domestically this owed a lot to one Sherlock Holmes. This sort of thing would not have been at all out of place back home.

Strange pale naked men in one's kitchen, John thought, really should not make one think of deceased best friends. But there it was.

"Sandwich?" he offered blithely, gesturing towards said object with his knife.

6-4-4

[idolstolemylook]

Spike lounged on a strange bed, a dreamy expression in his eyes, and a bottle--mostly depleted--hanging precariously by the neck from his fingers.

5-2-6 [wow idek]

[funnythingsare]

Tony knew there was a reason he was supposed to stay alert. It had something to do with the dead body on the floor. Something about how it was...

Oh, right. Dead. That was important. But he was so tired.

6-3-4

[iwatchtjhooker]

The first thing Sam noticed, upon heading to the Deans' room, was that he was too late and the place was littered with bottles and things he did not even really want to describe. Dean must have had a bender, and now he was nowhere to be found, and--

Oh. Oh shit.

"Demon!" he cried, pointing. And then frowned. This sure looked like a demon, but from a cartoon. Not a real one.

2 - 4 - 2

[cordelisse]

Waking up in the middle of the night wasn’t exactly an unusual occurrence for Zoey. Waking up a hungry after several hours of shagging and afterwards falling asleep in someone’s arms, however, was.

She slipped carefully from Alain’s arms so as to not wake him (she was loath to leave him at all, but food was needed), and not bothering to find a robe or any of her clothing that had been tossed about the room earlier she padded down to the kitchen to rummage around for something to nibble on.

Grabbing a few fruits; one looked a bit like a purple banana, only its fruit tasted almost exactly like kiwis, another was a weird, knobby sort of thing that the outer layer peeled off and revealed sky blue flesh (and it tasted like a strange combination between pomegranate and banana; which was weird. Tasty, but weird), she chopped them up, tossed them all in a bowl and grabbed a fork. Thank fuck there were things like fruits and vegetables in Thurisaz. After living off fucking carnival food it was nice to eat something that wasn’t fried.

[ex_innovating353]

I believe the standard reaction is for us each to disclose information which the other has previously been unaware of. [But that is absurd, so they won't be doing that. Please try to sound more alarmed by the current state of affairs, Q.]

There are currently no biotechnological devices or processes yet capable of keeping two people in a shared state of hallucination or virtual reality.

As far as I can tell, Ma'am, this is genuine.

Q / James Bond

[ex_innovating353]

[huge_egomd]

House was aware of the other man. That was hardly the kind of thing he'd fail to notice. He'd simply dismissed the information as being irrelevant to his current situation.

He turned, though, when the man addressed him, and stared at the sandwich for a moment. "Nope, that's not it." He still didn't know what "it" was, just that it was missing. Given everything he'd lost by being yanked into this little corner of the universe--home, job, friends...enemies--there were lots of possibilities for what the missing "it" could be.

"You're new here," he observed as he resumed searching the counter. He sighed, frustrated. "Why aren't there any take-out menus? What kind of civilization doesn't have take-out?"

Sherlock Holmes || BBC Sherlock

[artintheblood]

[hung_garian]

Are you sure you aren't getting it confused with a Japanese porno? Cause I don't remember being in one of those, either, but it sounds a little more likely than what you're describing.

[Oh, the curse of being a cynic. He's never going to believe anything.]

I guess that's one of the few reasons I might be tempted to propose.

[diana_abel]

You're a hopeless romantic.

[hung_garian]

Just as well - speaking just for myself here, I'd rather marry a frog.

3-4-2

[diana_abel]

It was just like Woodstock, only funner because there were way more people. The weather still sucked, though. Rain pelted down on the parade, but it seemed like nothing was going to stop them. Not that it mattered because Diana wasn't quite so sensitive to temperature.

Good thing, since somewhere along the line, amidst the revelry and celebration, she seemed to have misplaced her clothing.

Oh well.

She danced down the street, along with the rest of the parade, until she spotted a scruffy looking guy along the way. Grinning, she gestured for him to come join her.

[woodenbadboy]

Well, the parade was... something different that was for sure. Reminded him more of Puckett in a way in how everyone was just indulging and enjoying themselves for nothing else than their own pleasure.

And then there was a naked girl beckoning him to join. Playing dumb, he just pointed at himself all confused and mouthed the word me?