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

4-4-3

[idolstolemylook]

[Spike doesn't use the bathroom too often. After all, he doesn't pee, and he can't see himself in the mirror. He can use the bathtub, however, and he's been soaking. Thinking. Recalling, unwillingly, those last days in Sunnydale.

He doesn't know how long he's been sitting there at the edge of the tub, all done, when the woman walks in. He barely notices.]

Re: 4-4-3

[barkingatwolves]

The day had started rough and gotten worse, culminating in a nearly three hour teleconference. Gretchen had needed to pee for about two and a half hours of that. By now she's pretty sure her back teeth are just going to come loose and float out of her skull.

Fortunately, there's a bathroom right there. She's in such a rush she doesn't even bother to knock before bursting through the door, which is something she regrets nearly instantaneously.

"Oh my god! You're... um..." She boggles at Spike for a moment; she hadn't been expecting naked dude, and it's thrown her just a little. "Um... right!" She turns on her heel and exits, slamming the door behind her. "I'm so, so sorry, I didn't realize there was anyone in here," she calls through the door. "I'm really sorry, I didn't mean to, uh, surprise you."

There's a moment of silence. "Um... also are you nearly done? I kind of sort of reeeeeally need to pee."

[idolstolemylook]

Spike opens his mouth to call out, to tell her it's okay, she can come in. He's still staring at the floor, doesn't notice for a moment that no sound has issued forth. He frowns. Shaking himself, he stands, wrapping a towel around his waist. He tries again, but he can't speak.

Going to the door, he opens it, staring out at her. His expression is tired, and he tries again, opening his mouth.

Nothing.

[barkingatwolves]

Gretchen doesn't notice Spike's voice problem at first; she's still babbling apologies and gesturing frantically to illustrate.

"I know, I know, I should have knocked, but it's just, I've been in the meeting all afternoon and I didn't even think, I just..." She pauses mid-gesture, catching sight of his face; she frowns, dropping her hands. "Hey man, are you... are you okay?"

[idolstolemylook]

Spike holds up one hand, the other clutching his towel. And shakes his head. He points to his mouth, makes a "talking" motion with his hand, and shakes his head again. He doesn't give a shit about her seeing him naked. But he's a little worried about this talking thing.

[barkingatwolves]

Gretchen's eyes flick downwards for a second, then back up. Not really the time! "You can't talk? Why, what happened? I guess you can't really answer that right now."

Right. He was out of the bathroom. "Um, could you hold that thought? For just one second? I, ah, I kind of need to..." She trailed off with an apologetic smile as she slipped around him into the bathroom.

[idolstolemylook]

He catches that--can't hardly blame her, he knows he's a looker, but yeah, not the time. He frowns, shakes his head. He can't talk, no. But he steps out of the way, thinking he'll go back to his room.

Then he remembers he left his clothes in the bathroom, and there's no way he's putting on his cult finery.

[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.

[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?

[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?"

[idolstolemylook]

Spike stares at her. He shakes his head--no, he's not usually this bloody quiet. But then he's not sure what to do. Because what exactly is she supposed to do? He shrugs his shoulders, and then realizes he's probably wasting his time. He should go find one of the girls. Or at least a pad of paper.

[barkingatwolves]

"Oh, come on, I can't just leave you like this, especially..." Wait. Gretchen breaks off mid-sentence, looking around. She had been too distraught to pay attention earlier, but now that she's calmed down a little, there's definitely something distinctly Not Human around, and it's close. Which makes sense, all things considered -- she's no biologist, but she's pretty sure most natural causes don't render people literally incapable of making any sounds.

Which she really probably shouldn't tell this guy. It's a bad idea for so very many reasons, and will probably lead to more bad things down the road. On the other hand, not being able to identify (or see!) whatever it is is giving Gretchen the serious creeps really badly.

"...So, uh, listen, don't freak out or anything, and you're probably going to think I'm crazy, buuuut... Magic exists, supernatural creatures exist, and there's something somewhere near us that isn't human and maybe wants to, I don't know, do something unfriendly."

((in case it isn't clear, it's you -- her supernatural critter detection powers are not great :v))