test drive memeeeeee

[veryroundbird]

Throne of Shadows
TEST DRIVE MEME!!!

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. In the Purple Room (aka the pub)
2. In the Blue Room (aka the library)
3. At the rooftop garden
4. In the bathroom
5. Your bedroom
6. Someone else’s bedroom

You’re feeling...

1. Happy
2. Tired
3. Angry
4. Nostalgic
5. Like someone stabbed you—oh, hey, they did, fancy that
6. Horny

Somewhat unusually...

1. The room has been destroyed.
2. There are carnival games set up.
3. You suddenly cannot verbally communicate.
4. There’s a lot of alcohol here!
5. There is a box of adorable kittens here.
6. There is a dead body on the floor.

Comments

[fullondiva]

I'm drunk, not three.

[He slides back into the water, and his hands are back, sliding across her skin. He leans towards her, nuzzling her ear.]

I'm even better with keys.

[fullondiva]

"What are you, twelve?" he asked. He looked at the scotch for a moment, shrugged, and sipped. Shrugged again. "Tastes fine," he said. "Look, we're stuck in a different reality, we're about to be married off to some Aryan prince, and the food tastes like pulped cat litter. What exactly are they going to do that's worse?"

[peacekeeperavox]

With her help, it wasn't hard to get the tree back upright, and he shoved dirt back into the deep hole with his foot, stamping it down before tentatively letting go of the trunk. It leaned a little, but didn't fall back down.

Breathing out in silent relief, he was finally able to give her his usual slight bow. It looked strange, filthy as he was from the day's work.

[girl_friday]

And how are you with other openings?

[She slips one arm over his neck. She'll give drunken Tony a moment to ponder. In the meanwhile, she is stroking her finger against his neck.]

[fullondiva]

What do you think the key's for?

[He presses in close to her, legs tangling with hers, proof of his arousal hard against her thigh, lips now murmuring over her neck.]

[notsecondbest]

Martha blinked as she dusted off her hands. Was he... bowing? She frowned her her dirty hands, offering one anyway. His were dirtier, so he couldn't mind.

"I'm Martha," she said. "I'm not sure we've met. You know, officially."

[peacekeeperavox]

People kept introducing themselves to him, and he kept being surprised by it. He didn't quite meet her eyes, but his brows went up, and he couldn't quite help from glancing to either side, checking that no one should see before he took her hand, his grasp light and brief before his hand was suddenly back at his side.

[girl_friday]

You're drunk. [Again, she withholds from a more intimate touch, simply stroking his neck. And then, her fingers tangle up in his wet hair, and she gives a small tug. Not enough to hurt, just enough to get his attention.]

You won't disappoint me, will you, Mr. Stark?

[fullondiva]

[Yes, he is. Why does she keep saying that? He looks up at the tug, confused again. He's locked the door. She's in the tub with him. What's left to do?

Mister Stark?]

I hope not. I've been doing this awhile, you know. I think I've got it down.

[inciting]

"Well, we're not dead yet."

Which, really, was something.

"You're new here, right?"

[girl_friday]

Don't be smart with me. You're the one who wants something. [A move she would not have pulled back home. But they aren't home anymore, and automatically, that levels the playing field.]

Make it worth my while.

[barkingatwolves]

Gretchen pops out a (long) moment later, holding a bundle of cloth in her arms. "Sorry about that, just, you know. Um." She rocks on her heels. "Sooooo I also found your clothes? At least, I think they're your clothes. Well, they were the only clothes in the bathroom, and nobody else seems to be around, so, they're yours now!" She holds the bundle of clothes out.

Elijah Hayward | OC

[guardiansteel]

( One half of a demon hunting team. The smart, sane, remarkably-chill-for-a-demon-hunter half. Also does some kind of (mundane) tech support. )

[oregoniandionysus]

[That gets John a look. What is there to eat or drink around here, apart from--?

Oh.

He holds up a 'hang on a sec' finger, gets up and goes to his bedside table. Rattles open the drawer. Inside is a glass bottle stopped up with a cork. Some of his and Cho's magic nutrient paste moonshine.

He sits back down in front of John, pops off the cork, and holds the bottle under John's nose.]

6-5-4

[idolstolemylook]

[He's managed to drag himself to a room. Any room, doesn't matter, as long as it's not the hallway where he feels exposed. Why does he feel exposed?

Might have something to do with the gaping wound in his side.

He has no idea why the door's open, or why there's a fairly epic stash of booze there, but for the moment he's not complaining.]

1-3-6

[idolstolemylook]

[Well. This is awkward. It's not the first time Spike's been brassed off, in a pub, standing over a dead body. It's not even the first time he's not even responsible. Somehow, this doesn't make him less angry.]

3-4-6

[headcasey]

Casey sighed, folding her arms as she stared down at the body. This again. Compared to what Nysgods had been throwing at them lately, a dead body seemed almost tame.

She'd probably feel differently if she recognized it.

But she didn't.

Again.

So she pulled the white crystal out of her pocket and started walking in a circle around the corpse.

[idolstolemylook]

Spike reaches out to take it, nodding his thanks. Or at least, he hopes it's interpreted as such. He's starting to panic, a little. Bad enough he keeps having the dreams, can't stop thinking about her. He's also got to lose his ability to speak?

[glasseskink]

It seemed like a nice day for a walk.

Okay, every day was more or less the same, but if Clark thought things like "this is a nice day for a walk," maybe the days would become a little less like one another. Maybe he could make them different. So today was a nice day for a walk.

Until he emerged onto the rooftop to see one of their minders circling a dead body. Instinctively, he approached.

"Excuse me, miss?" he said. "Um... what exactly happened here?"

[headcasey]

Casey didn't handle surprises well.

Unfortunately, she was easy to surprise.

She let out a yelp, throwing her hands up in the air, her crystal flying out of her fingers. With panicky red eyes, she whirled around to face her attacker.

Oh. It was the...what was that word again? Journalist? Right, right, right. Journalist. The mild mannered one.

Well, that was humiliating.

"You scared me," she said. Then she thought about it. "Obviously."

[notsecondbest]

He was afraid. She could see that easily enough. Martha frowned, not sure why he could be so timid. Well, okay, she knew where they were, more or less, but that didn't mean he should live in fear.

"Hey," she said. "It's okay. Or you know, it will be." She smiled--if only he'd look at her. "I know it's not the best situation, but we'll get through it, yeah?"

Her heart went out to him. She was used to this sort of thing, at this point. Not everyone was. She remembered that.

[myblogwonabafta]

[John knows about the paste, of course, but he has to ask, doesn't he? He's almost grateful when Eliot goes to get the bottle.

He isn't when he sniffs it. His nose wrinkles and he peers inside.]

Did you try to make alcohol? Out of the nutrient paste?

[Unbidden, that earns Eliot a small smile. It's not actually funny. It's more that John finds himself admiring that sort of audacity.]

Well I can't see how it would result in losing your voice, but I suppose I could ask Casey or Adriana about it.

[glasseskink]

Easily, Clark caught the flying crystal. And handed it back to her, an apologetic smile on his face.

"Sorry," he said. "I didn't mean to. I was kind of startled myself. I mean..."

He gestured to the body. This was not what he'd expected, either.

[headcasey]

As she took the crystal, it made a few clicks and whirring noises that startled her again. So much that she dropped it on the grass.

"Sorry!" she blurted out, leaning over to pick it up.

Why did she say that?

What was she sorry about?

Didn't matter.

Casey stood up again, her mouth hanging open slightly. She looked at the journalist-person, then down at the body, then back at the journalist-person again. "Is it yours?"

[fullondiva]

Tony raised an eyebrow.

"Just think of me as the intriguing transfer student with the reputation."