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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. 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

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Ow.

[Cordelia pushes herself up to a sitting position--

And then gapes, lowering her hands, fingers spread, trying to cover all her most private bits.]

Fred.

I'm naked.

[Well that solves the first mystery at least. Fred flushes slightly, though she's not exactly sure why. It's not like Cordy has anything to be embarrassed about.

Because really, as things went...]

I'm guessing this isn't intentional then?

[She reaches out to pick up the biggest of the books and opens it wide long the length of the spine before extending it as an offering. There's at least a hope of being helpful]

[Why the hell would this be intentional—

Is what she means to say. Instead, she sees the book and it reminds her of books from home, which reminds her of Wesley, which reminds her of all those times she and Wesley spent researching whatever godforsaken slimy, horned creature had most recently surfaced to spread apocalypse and doom and just like that, the fire is knocked out of her.]

Do you think you and Wesley would have worked out? [Suddenly spoken, as she reaches to take the book and cover herself a bit.] You know, if interdimensional kidnappings hadn't gotten in the way?

[Fred blinks and is silent for a long, long while.

She's honesty not sure if it still the sight of Cordy's obvious, abundant nakedness. Or that they're having this conversation now.

Or just, truthfully, that they're having this conversation.

She releases a sigh.

It's the conversation]

Wesley, he...

[He's complicated. But then, they're all complicated. And besides that, this wasn't a topic that ever seemed to find actual air At least putting aside that one horrible fight with Charles. Whatever sat between her and Wesley -- a thing that seemed to go from friendly to quietly flirting to that not kind of friendly that can make a girls knees more like jelly -- seemed to be firmly put away and locked up in a desk drawer somewhere when they found themselves at Wolfram & Hart. And she'd told herself that was ok. More than ok, even. The right decision, considering how much they were up against. And the farther she got from all of that, the more it seemed like maybe it was those last dark months that churned her insides end over end. Maybe it hadn't been Wesley at all.

So why is she sitting here now, remembering how her knees used to feel?]

It just don't think it was ever the right time.

It never is, is it?

[She sits on the arm of a nearby chair, holding the book in front of her, legs crossed at the knee.

It looks ridiculous, and a stark contrast to her solemn tone.]

Sometimes I think our lives are just some kind of Leo Tolstoy novel. [A bit of an intellectual drop there, but she remembers getting bummed out when she read Anna Karenina in high school--mostly because she had been under the impression that it was a story about a Russian model.]

[Fred's thoughts have drifted, thanks to Cordy's question. But not so far that she's past hearing her friend's voice]

I think we're long past anything you'd find in a book somewhere. [Her expression softens, still slightly far away] I remember thinking that, you know. My first summer in the hotel. That you guys were better than any story I could read. There was...

[So much. Too much, sometimes. But that was something else. Fred's focus drifts back Cordy]

Why're we talking about Wesley?

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