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

Clark Kent | Lois & Clark

[glasseskink]

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.

[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."

[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?"

[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.

[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.

[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.

[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.