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!

Scenario Builder

You are...

1. Lost in the temple
2. Trapped in a cloak room
3. Stargazing on a balcony
4. In the bathroom
5. In a bedroom
6. Swimming in a courtyard pool

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. You can only speak in rhyme
2. You are naked
3. You suddenly cannot verbally communicate
4. There’s a lot of alcohol/drugs here!
5. You are gender swapped
6. You have amnesia

Comments

Luke Skywalker

[neverjoinyou]

[I should note... I play him from the movies, because that's what I'm familiar with. If this is unacceptable, I actually totally understand that.]

Just 3-4 (stargazing, nostaglic)

[hero_with_no_fear]

The stars were all wrong. Anakin stared up from his spot on the balcony and felt betrayed by those flickering crystalline pinpoints. Shiftless, inconsistent liars that whispered nothing of the reassurances he’d come to rely on from stars. Stars were meant to be immortal, immutable stalwart guardians of the sky; but here, those prevaricating dots of light seemed to only mock him in their mischievous, unpredictable dance across the night.

If he couldn’t count on them, that what could he trust?

He missed home. Home was such a funny word to him. The Temple wasn’t home, and the Order wasn’t his family. Padmé’s apartment was warm and always welcoming to him, and if he had to say where ‘home’ was, it was that infinitesimally small spot in the vastness of the universe and time. But he was there so infrequently it felt like his feelings about her arms didn’t matter when he tried to quantify what ‘home’ meant.

He missed her – but right now, looking up at those stars, he missed the familiar constellations he could recognize from countless terra plains. Hell, he’d even take the firmaments blanketing Tatooine over this false sky above him now.

He ignored the sensation of living beings moving about the temple behind and below him. There were still some individuals up this late. His thoughts focused on home and remembering what that felt like.

Dr. Julian Bashir | Star Trek: Deep Space 9

[iamnotkhan]

4-1-6

[advancedbosoms]

[She isn't sure when she realizes she can't remember who she is.

Maybe while she's shampooing her hair, maybe during conditioner.

Does it matter? Why should a little thing like no sense of identity get her down when she's warm and clean and everything smells like honey and almonds? The brunette hums as she exits the bath, wrapping herself in a towel.]

Julian Reed | World of Darkness: Mage the Ascension

[magicink]

(Can't have too many Julian's on here)

[artistwithasickness]

[Through all the rooms that Devi had come across, all the landscapes and high edges she couldn't reach yet on the outside of the temple, the one she'd found gave her the most basic past time pleasure that didn't involve her using her fists or her power.

The crack of the pool cue breaking was a sound she appreciated as much as the smack of a fist on a punching bag. It was satisfying.

With the rack broken, Devi walks slowly around on corner of the table, weighing her options for her next shot.]

Erik | Phantom of the Opera

[ingenue_bait]

Elphaba | Wicked Musical

[flying_free]

cora hale | teen wolf | ota

[impetere]

Clark Kent | Lois & Clark

[glasseskink]

3-4

[ex_steadycourse703]

Sulu was looking wistfully out at the clouds. That was the thing. Flying. She missed it.

If you could get used to all the strange rooms, and the idea that they were all being kept here as potential breeding stock. (okay, so it was a little more complicated than that) There was still always something that you couldn't replicated from you old life. For her, that was the feeling of movement through the sky, through space. She was a pilot after all, flying was the part of home that she missed the most. Lost in her own thoughts, she wasn't aware of company on the balcony for a moment. Maybe a shift or small movement caught her eye and brought her back.

"Hello? Is someone there?"

Wesley Wyndam-Pryce | BtVS/Angel

[myassisnotpansy]

I do what I want. Library and drinks and nostalgia.

[capt_forehead]

[Angel had set back to the Library when he couldn't sleep, content to allow the admittedly vast library consume his attention. He sat there with a bottle of scotch and a glass, table next to him laid out with stacks of occult books, a few left open and on top of one another.

Every time he sat here like this, his mind wandered back home. Back to the Hyperion where the rest of his friends were. He hoped. Wesley always popped in his mind when he researched and he realized how much he'd missed his 'Rouge Demon Hunter'.]

John Watson | Sherlock (BBC)

[myblogwonabafta]

1-4-1(but the last one is being ignored)

[suspecteverything]

Most people would be panicking. Being in an unknown location and wandering what seemed like endless hallways without any sign of an exist did that. Truth be told, Joan Campbell was a little uneasy, but there was no sign of that on her face. She walked confidently, head high and eyes swinging from side to side as she evaluated. This wasn't the first time she'd been lost in an unknown situation. Granted, she'd typically known how she'd gotten there and had a way to contact help to get out.

As she passed by a vase on a stand she silently scooped it up in one motion and held it in her arms. The vase would serve as a cover to anyone that ran into her (she was just decorating the hallways) or a weapon should the need arise. It had been a long time since she'd been in the field, but apparently things like that came back naturally.

James T. Kirk | Star Trek: TOS

[original_fine]

Winifred 'Fred' Burkle - AtS

[fredless]

3-4-2

[idolstolemylook]

Out on a balcony, what could it matter if he was naked? It wasn't really something Spike made a habit of, but modesty was for people who had some surprises left, and Spike was feeling at the end of things. Maybe it was just because he couldn't help but think back, an activity he tried to avoid most of the time. How many times had he seen the stars, and not watched at all? No one noticed the sun, after all, unless it bothered them. But when Spike gazed up tonight, he could see in the patterns the tiny dots made all the things he'd done, and seen, and been.

The Doctor (Metacrisis) | Doctor Who

[handymetacrisis]

6-6-2/4

[magicink]

(OOC: Handy! And I do what I want)

[It's been a couple weeks since he arrived and he must say, this temple has about the finest weed he'd ever smoked. He didn't know where they got it from, but damn it tasted good and made those stars up there seem to sparkle like Fourth of July sparklers. He wasn't sure at what point he lost is clothes or why he was relaxing in the pool, but that's where he finds himself now. The pool was shallow in this area, so he could sit back and lean against the edge like he was in a hot tub- only with cold water.]

Natasha Syri / Lady Blackbird

[belovedmemory]

1-4-1(but it's being ignored)

[ishouldcarewhyexactly]

((You have nothing and I have nothing, so I figured I would just test drive my new possibility like this.))

Most people would be panicking. Being in an unknown location and wandering what seemed like endless hallways without any sign of an exist did that. Truth be told, Joan Campbell was a little uneasy, but there was no sign of that on her face. She walked confidently, head high and eyes swinging from side to side as she evaluated. This wasn't the first time she'd been lost in an unknown situation. Granted, she'd typically known how she'd gotten there and had a way to contact help to get out.

As she passed by a vase on a stand she silently scooped it up in one motion and held it in her arms. The vase would serve as a cover to anyone that ran into her (she was just decorating the hallways) or a weapon should the need arise. It had been a long time since she'd been in the field, but apparently things like that came back naturally.

merlin | bbc merlin

[secrettalents]

6-4-2

[garmayzaya]

Her brothers used to say that Garmay could swim before she could walk. Seemed like it was true, the way she always seemed to take to the water. Any time she saw a convenient swimming hole, somehow, she ended up in it, fully dressed on a cold day, in her alltogethers when it was warm, like today.

Nothing pleased her more.

And she was enjoying herself quite a lot. Until she thought she heard someone coming. Taking a deep breath, she dove under the surface, swimming to a small watch of lilypads to one side of the water. Very, very slowly, she surfaced. Her head was directly underneath one and she peered out from below.

Lindsey McDonald | Angel

[placeintheworld]

..

*slips in*

[capt_forehead]

[Angel was lost in the temple again, but it didn't bother him. It's not like he wouldn't find his way back to the common room soon enough. Aside from that, Angel liked seeing what the Temple would throw at him next, especially when he taunted whatever worked the magic of the place for something interesting.]

Another day in paradise. [Sarcasm was his best friend right now.]

CHRISTINA WENDALL | HEMLOCK GROVE | OTA

[makeahowl]

..

Johnny Gat

[skullfuckthatbitch]

He was not happy, where the fuck was he? This sure as fuck wasn't Stilwater, and where the fuck was the boss and Shaundi!

"Okay mother fuckers, you don't just kidnap Johnny Gat." He spoke pulling back the chamber on the gun he had found in the room he was given. He smirked like a mad man as he kicked open the door. "And I hate white. Can't you fuckers, get a saint some purple in this bitch?!"

2-3-2 (rofl, why is Julian always naked?)

[magicink]

Not sure how, probably because he was stoned and still hadn't found his pants, Julian ends up in a closet. He tries the door and it won't unlock now that he was inside. He frowns and tries again. He sighs and goes to find a spot to chill and finish his blunt.

Through the other door, he hears shouting and angry words and soon a stranger walks in cursing about white and purple and Julian isn't sure what all.

"Dude, chill out."

Elle Days (Courier Six) | Fallout: New Vegas

[quixotically]

3/4/6

[simpletailor]

A very confused looking Cardassian is staring up at the stars, a perplexed expression on his face as he tries vainly to remember who he is or how he got there. Something about the stars seems to call to him with nagging familiarity, but he ruthlessly suppresses such frivolous thoughts as he approaches the nearby woman.

With a polite tap on her shoulder and an almost reflexive head bow, he quickly takes in her appearance before speaking.

"Excuse me, miss? Can you tell me what is going on?"

Elim Garak | Star Trek: Deep Space Nine

[simpletailor]

6-3-6 IDEK

[iamnotkhan]

It's not every day he found himself in a pool, without his memory. At least, he didn't think so. Not that he'd know, is it? And that thought made him furious. Julian--he did not think of himself that way, naturally, having no memory of his past--slid through the water almost as if he was attacking it, slicing with arms and legs as though he could reach some semblance of himself if only he moved fast enough. It didn't work, of course, and he came to rest briefly at the edge, hair matted over his forehead, glaring angrily at the water.

Steven Hyde | That 70's Show

[fighttheman]

Can we do 2-3 and not one of the other ones?

[rumchocolatesouffle]

(OOC: If that's cool I'll set up a scene)

Joan Campbell | Covert Affairs

[ishouldcarewhyexactly]

Yes, this is Mary's journal. I can't decide if I want to act on the major love of Joan that's hit or not, so I haven't made a journal for her yet. Hoping this will help me decide if I should.

Kamizuki Izumo | Naruto | 2-1-4 sorta mostly ish

[clouded_moon]

Izumo lounged back against the wall and rummaged through another coat pocket. He came up with a nice pint bottle of...something that sloshed. He uncapped it and sniffed the contents. Whew, whiskey, by the smell, and a damn fine brew. He took a swing, coughed, and grinned in the dark. Yup. Now, if he could find what he was actually looking for....

"You find a light yet?" he asked, oddly cheerful for someone who'd found himself locked in a closet with a stranger. Well, she sounded pretty, and she hadn't tried to kill him yet. Izumo liked it when no-one tried to kill him.

"I've got...a pack of cigarettes, a pint of whiskey, five peppermints, and two condoms," he reported. "Oh, and a half-eaten sandwich. And one sock, slightly worn."

Bryce 'Culls the Lies' | WoD: Werewolf the Apocalypse

[cullsthelies]

[Have fun talking to a wolf stuck in his human form.]

Rory Pond, er, Pondicus, er, WILLIAMS.

[rpondicus]

[I play him from about 3/4 of the way through his 2000-year wait, but he can be human or plastic.]

USS Enterprise NCC-1701 | Star Trek

[hisonlygirl]

[punch_it]

There were a lot of scenarios Jane was frequently prepared for 100% of the time and naked people on her bed was absolutely one of them. Normally.

There wasn't a lot normal about this. A quick glance let her know Bonnie wasn't here either which left Jane to work out WHY their new roommate was naked on her bed.