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

[myblogwonabafta]

[John glances over at him. He can't read Eliot's mind, of course, but the sense is fairly clear. He still thinks he should get out of here. But the same things that are overwhelming his senses and making him want to run are gluing him to the spot. He's staring. He knows that. He looks away. If Eliot could speak, maybe the spell would be broken.

The silence lengthens.]

Maybe I should go get one of them. [He glances at the broken glass.] Or a dustpan.

[glasseskink]

"Are you sure that's such a--hang on."

If she was going to move it, he'd better help. Even if this was a matter better dealt with by... Okay, what police? Clark leaned down and pulled the body over gently.

[fullondiva]

Ow!

[Okay, so it doesn't hurt that much but it's the principle of the thing.

Which is actually getting him pretty hot, to be honest. He swallows.]

Um. Ms. Potts, may I kiss you?

[headcasey]

Casey tilted her head to the left.

She tilted her head to the right.

Then she looked up at the journalist-person.

"Anyone you know?" she asked.

[peacekeeperavox]

He sank to his knees by the torn-up roots, using his hands to dig out the soil beneath them. Each tree needed a substantial hole. A few scoops, and he glanced up at her. Was this what she wanted to help with?

[girl_friday]

[Better. See, now? Was that really so hard?]

You may kiss me, Mr. Stark. [She releases him, and closes her eyes.]

[oregoniandionysus]

[See now, this is the sort of thing that makes it difficult for Eliot to get a read on him. The staring without actually doing anything. Maybe he's closeted, poor guy. Or a repressed bisexual. Actual bisexual men are about as rare as unicorns, but hey, those exist...

'Or a dustpan.'

Eliot holds up another 'hang on' finger, sets the bottle down on the floor, sits back up with a roll of his shoulders and sudden focused look at the glass on the floor. He doesn't attempt anything this complex very often, and it'll be harder without the words, even if they're not really needed. What matters is the intention.

He holds out his hands, takes a breath. His fingers and wrists break into a complicated, precise series of bends and twists. The air seems to shimmer around them, and then --

-- the shards of glass fly back up toward the wall, melding together until the mirror is whole again.

Eliot takes another hard breath and shakes out his hands. Yowza.]

[oregoniandionysus]

Good luck.

[He looks up with just his eyes, takes a sip of his drink.]

Lesson One: Nysgods are not the most forthcoming with information.

[myblogwonabafta]

[John stares at him, then at the wall, then back at Eliot. His head tilts, his mouth slightly open, and he goes over it in his mind again. Floor. Wall. Mirror. Eliot.]

Fantastic.

[fullondiva]

[It was, kind of. Yes. But maybe it's worth it? He'll see. For one thing, no matter how demanding she's being, he still gets a kiss. Which is what he wants anyway. So... still wins. Right?

He leans forward again and kisses her, eyes drifting shut as well, before he can talk himself out of it.]

[barkingatwolves]

((wah, sorry for slow responses))

Well. On the one hand, this is a complete stranger and not really Gretchen's problem; she would be plenty justified in taking off. On the other hand, he's starting to look increasingly unhappy about the whole situation, and just leaving would be cruel.

On the gripping hand, she accidentally saw his penis and still feels bad about it.

"So, I'm guessing you're not usually this quiet!" She visibly winces; that was painfully inane, but she soldiers on. "Do you, you know, want help? Or something?"

[notsecondbest]

She dropped to her knees beside him, without a moment's hesitation, smiling over at him briefly before leaning over to scoop out the dirt with him. Simple enough, right? Dig a hole, plant a tree. She'd be sore by the end of it, but it was something to do, and Martha liked feeling useful.

[girl_friday]

[She kisses back, warm and receiving. Her hand remains in his cheek, though, turning his head ever so slightly as she means into the kiss--just enough to remind him who is leading this.]

[oregoniandionysus]

[Eliot is swallowing his third pull from the bottle when John speaks up, and -- ah, there's the sweet spot. He'll be perfectly relaxed and buzzy-warm in a moment.

He gives John a smile as he offers the bottle again.

Magic, he mouths.]

[inciting]

"The reputation of sketchy alcoholic?"

Despite her anger, she found her lips curling up at the edges. Because maybe this guy reminded her of Haymitch in more than one ways. Some which maybe weren't so bad.

Re: 6-5-4

[in_which]

[Sophie was trying to figure out where the booze had come from herself, since "Howl" was not, at the moment, a viable option when the man came in.

She turned to greet him, but the greeting ended up a strangled little cry as she saw that he was bleeding all over himself. And the floor.]

Oh no! Oh, sir, are you....you should be standing up, come here!

[peacekeeperavox]

His shoulders eased slightly as she worked beside him, as nothing bad happened from allowing a citizen to help him, and he caught himself stealing glances. When the hole looked deep enough, he even dared to touch her hand to stop her.

[guardiansteel]

[ The only reaction Elijah has to walking in on an angry-looking man standing over a dead body is to sigh tiredly and facepalm. There's probably something deeply wrong with that. He'll think about it later. The dead guy is a bit more pressing. So Elijah looks up at Spike and raises an eyebrow. ]

Is that thing yours?

[ Yes, he is referring to the corpse. Because it certainly couldn't hurt to ask. ]

6, 3, 1

[barkingatwolves]

Gretchen doesn't actually remember how she got in here (she does remember overturning the bookshelf; a detached part of her already feels bad about it, but she's got more important concerns right now). She's shaking, partially from rage and partially from the sheer effort not to shapeshift. Absolutely no good can come of that.

She paces back and forth, alternating between yanking her hair and scratching viciously at her arms. If she can be left alone for a little while she should be fine. Probably.

[paperworkprodigy]

[Myfanwy presses her ring to the door to open it, looking forward to collapsing—it might not be her own bed, but at least it is a bed and the one decent part of this extradimensional kidnapping experience, and what the fuck even happened to it?

—also there is a woman here who looks like she is having a seizure or something, she should probably... help... out?]

Er. Are you... okay?

[itsaboutwhynot]

Tell me about it. It's so terribly selfish of them. This is why I've never been fond of all-powerful sorts. They always think they know what's best for everyone. If I had listened to that kind of nonsense, I'd never even have gotten out of Texas.

But there are other ways. There's always another way.

[oregoniandionysus]

And in the meantime, there is Carroll. [The book he's been reading gets tilted up slightly: Alice's Adventures in Wonderland.]

Which is seeming more and more appropriate by the day, really. I wonder if old Lew ever got kidnapped by Nysgods, or if it was all just the epilepsy.

[itsaboutwhynot]

I wasn't under the impression their kidnappees ever ended up going back. So it was probably the epilepsy. But it is rather a mad tea party here though, isn't it? I've heard nonsense, compared with which this would be sensible as a dictionary!

Subject #MI14 (aka "Mia") | OC

[bioluminesce]

[ a human clone who has been genetically altered to glow like a firefly and has recently escaped the lab in which she'd spent her entire life. generally affable, though painfully naive and uneducated ]

corpse in the blue room, whee

[guardiansteel]

[ For the record, the dead body was there when Elijah walked in.

No, really. All he had wanted was to check out this place's library, just to see if it had anything worthwhile for him to read. He most certainly wasn't expecting to find a corpse right in the middle of the room. That most certainly was not an okay thing to find.

He's been standing near the door ever since he walked in. That was half an hour ago. Since then, his thoughts have turned from "oh god why." to "oh god what do I do with this thing." ]