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

[oregoniandionysus]

[Shrug. What does he know about medicine? Zilch, that's what.

Anyway, it's probably magic. He mouths that as precisely as he can: probably magic.

Then he tips the bottle back to take a swig.]

[fullondiva]

[He wraps himself around her, lips tugging gently at her earlobe, fingers stroking her waist.]

Are you telling me there's nothing you want?

[myblogwonabafta]

[John does not think that is particularly medically advisable. But then again, Waugh isn't his patient. Even if he's still reminding him forcibly of another strong-willed individual.

Well. Except for the magic part. Those words coming from that face make John think he's taking the piss, until he remembers this isn't Sherlock (and the hair's all wrong anyway) and he could very well mean it.]

Yes. Well. I'm afraid my training didn't ever include that.

[glasseskink]

"The body?" Clark asked, uncertainly. "No. I haven't seen him before in my life. Are you okay?"

He was getting concerned about her. She seemed to not be handling this very well, which was understandable.

"Maybe we should find someone else to deal with this."

[headcasey]

Why was it they were always anxious to find someone else to deal with things? Casey could deal with things!

Kinda.

Still, she gave him an apologetic, little nod. "I don't know why I asked that, I mean, obviously, it's not your body because you just came up here and saw it and, I mean, I don't know you that well, but you don't seem like the type of person who would be interested in a dead body, which isn't to say that I think you lack the intelligence to examine a cadaver or anything, but just that the type of person you usually see around dead bodies, apart from healers or doctors or whatever term you want to use, would be psychotic murderers or something and I would never peg you as a murderer because you seem kinda sane really..."

She paused, catching her breath.

"Sorry. I babble."

[glasseskink]

Clark smiled reassuringly and held up a hand.

"It's okay," he said. "I'm not offended. I mean, you've got to ask, right? I'm a reporter, so I tend to ask a lot of questions, too. I just thought, maybe, there was someone we could ask who'd know more."

[headcasey]

"Like who?" she asked, genuinely curious.

She looked down at the body.

Well. Someone had to do it.

Kneeling down, her boney knees cracking, Casey grabbed hold of the unfortunate victim's shirt and started trying to roll him, her, or it over.

He, she, or it was a little bit too heavy.

[peacekeeperavox]

Darius was at a loss for what to do. She'd helped him, but he had no way to thank her, nor could he go on with his self-appointed task now that she was there. He nodded agreement with a small, tight movement and the briefest of glances up, then stood attentive, waiting.

[notsecondbest]

Maybe he was just painfully shy, but Martha thought it wasn't just that. For one thing, there was the way he swallowed. Something else was going on here, and she was making him uncomfortable in the bargain. She looked around, trying to piece things together. Okay, so the garden had been torn up. From the way he was working, she didn't think it had been him. And even if it had been, he was trying to put it right.

"Okay," she said decisively. "Looks like there's a lot of work to do. Mind if I help out? I don't have a lot of experience with gardening, but I learn fast."

[glasseskink]

"Hey," Clark said, moving to the other side. "What are you doing?"

He didn't know who, to be honest. But there had to be someone who'd care about a dead body.

[headcasey]

"Turning it over," she said, still tugging until, with a loud, grating noise, the shirt ripped. Casey fell over, landing on her rear end with a squeak.

Well, at least now they knew it was male. It had a hairy back.

Then again, Casey was sure there were races where the females had hairy backs too.

[peacekeeperavox]

His head came up and he stared at her, slightly agape. He knew this place wasn't like the Capitol, but an actual offer to help him? His mouth hung open a moment as if he could answer her, but there was no sound. The gesture reminded him of Katniss, and it took him a moment to force his gaze properly back down, to nod, as if it was his right to grant her permission.

[girl_friday]

I didn't say that.

[And yes, there is a bit of a gleam in her eyes here. She is playing with him, and she's having fun doing so.]

[oregoniandionysus]

[Another shrug as he winces, just slightly, against the burn (he can handle harsh, but this stuff is like rocket fuel), then he reaches out to give John's hand a pat, and a little squeeze. You tried your best.

When it comes down to it, Adriana and/or Casey are going to be better equipped to solve this. So for the moment, it looks like he's stuck.

He offers John the bottle.]

Mage, meet Magician? 2/1/4

[oregoniandionysus]

[Nothing like a good book and a good drink. Eliot is aesthetically curled up in one of the Blue Room's many comfy chairs, sipping a vodka tonic and turning the pages without using his hands. Because he can.]

[fullondiva]

[Pepper, Tony thinks, is hot. This is not a new fact, but it's significantly more urgent at the moment than usual. He thinks maybe she won't reject him now if he tries to kiss her. That seems like an amazing idea. He's a genius, after all. He licks his way up to her jaw, to find her lips.]

[girl_friday]

[Again, she holds him out at arm's length. She is driving this interaction, and he doesn't seem to be realizing that just yet.

She has time.]

Mr. Stark, did I say you could kiss me?

[notsecondbest]

Martha was beginning to believe he couldn't speak at all. It would make sense--even as it turned her stomach. What had happened to this man? She smiled at him, nodding back. Pretending he'd just simply agreed to her help, and wasn't totally flustered by it. Because as sad as that was, the only way around it she could see was to show him something different than he was used to.

"Right," she said, glancing around. "Where do we start?"

[myblogwonabafta]

[There's something surreal about that level of reassurance from someone who looks like him, and John knows he should go. Should find someone who can help, one of the young women who seems to be overseeing things, someone who knows "magic"--he blanches inside at the concept, but how can he explain even being here? He decidedly shouldn't take a swig from the mysterious bottle offered by the suddenly-mute.

He looks down at Eliot, takes it, takes a swig, and grimaces fiercely as he sits next to him on the bed.]

Oh god, that's foul.

[Well, he can still talk. He takes another.]

[fullondiva]

[He's blinking at her again. Is this another trick question?]

No?

>:3

[itsaboutwhynot]

[Caroline is over by the shelves of books, rifling through them with an increasingly sour look of disappointment. She is also muttering to herself in what she thinks is a quiet voice. Operative word: "thinks." She doesn't really have a quiet setting.]

Fiction? All fiction? Not that I'm not interested in their literary achievements and collections, but you'd think they'd realize that they have a wealth of scientific and magical knowledge that they could be sharing as well. I'll have to tell that Skokan fellow that I need to requisition some...

[girl_friday]

I didn't think you had.

[She leans in, fingers once against twisting up in his hair.]

Ask nicely.

[peacekeeperavox]

He chewed the inside of his lip nervously, trying to look around without looking directly at her again. He had no training for this. There was no way for an Avox to direct a citizen, no protocol. He had to go back to older patterns, half-remembered and dangerous.

Nervous, pale, he gestured with slightly unsteady hands to the next tree. With two of them, they could re-dig the holes and right the rest of them?

[oregoniandionysus]

[Eliot nods. No shit.

It's weird, not being able to speak. Unsettling. Eliot relies so much on words, on witty turns of phrase and well-rehearsed aphorisms. He feels dull without them, and somehow both stifled and exposed.

But having already gotten his mirror-smashing frustration out of the way, he's determined not to let John or anyone see him sweat. Anymore.

He pulls himself up to sit on the bed next to John, gives him a pat on the back as he swallows his second drink, then plucks the bottle back from him. Watch a professional at work.]

[notsecondbest]

Of course, Martha knew none of this. Just that she wanted to help. Wanted him to be less nervous. She followed his gesture and nodded.

"Looks good," she said warmly. "This will definitely go faster with two people, right?"

And maybe, at some point, she could figure out what had happened up here. And what had happened to him.