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

Pepper Potts | Marvel Movieverse

[girl_friday]

Chrysi Maymont | OC

[queenofautumn]

Gretchen Dubrovsky | Werewolf: the Forsaken OC

[barkingatwolves]

(in brief: she's a werewolf who is also a programmer; her whole pack was murdered recently, so she's moved 2800 miles back into her mother's basement while she sorts out some stuff/is traumatized.)

Blue Room

[desceptre]

The others complain about the monotony of their internment. The frustration. Loki would argue that it is only their personal shortcomings that blind them to the possibilities within the Waiting Room. The stay has not always been pleasant, but it has never been boring. There are magical puzzles to solve, worlds to learn of, people to study...

...and, if he should ever lack for or grow tired of those, there are books.

Truth be told, he had resisted the nostalgic pull for quite a while. It seemed like such a frivolous concern, and too wrapped up in sentimental memories. But it's been so long since he was able to really enjoy books.

So he visits, on occasion, and thumbs across the spines of books in search of something that catches his interest.

Tony Stark | Marvel Movieverse

[fullondiva]

Clark Kent | Lois & Clark

[glasseskink]

Erik | The Phantom of the Opera

[ingenue_bait]

John Watson | Sherlock (BBC)

[myblogwonabafta]

Jodie Kirk | Star Trek: TOS (genderswap)

[wherenowoman]

Martha Jones | Doctor Who

[notsecondbest]

I just rolled 4-6-4

[fullondiva]

[Tony's in the bathroom. There's a lot of booze. He's horny as all hell. These things are not really that unusual. Nor is it true that they've never happened in conjunction. But he's probably never been drunk and horny in a hot tub in the unisex, semi-public bathroom of a other-world facility for housing potential princesses.

Probably.]

Purple Room

[oregoniandionysus]

It's really unfair to call something a tavern when there isn't any booze. Well, Eliot and Cho finally got around to fixing that.

The liquor is fermented from nutrient paste. It's mostly tasteless and burns like nail varnish in your throat, but it'll get you good and drunk. As evidenced by Eliot's grin as he slides a freshly-poured cup across the table.

"Come!" he says, loftily, in an affected accent. "Join our prestigious society of wastrels and vagabonds!"

[girl_friday]

[She walks inside, her white towel neatly wrapped up around her with her hair pinned up. She is startled upon seeing Tony, not because of the situation, but because he is in here at all.]

Tony! I'm sorry, the door was open and I--

[And then she takes in the rest, her brow creasing as she realizes what's going in.]

Oh my god. You're drunk. In a public bathroom.

[fullondiva]

[Tony blinks at her, taking in the towel. A lazy leer blossoms across his face.]

Yes I am. D'you know what else? I'm naked.

[He wiggles in the tub as if to demonstrate this. The water is warm. It feels nice but not nearly nice enough.]

Re: Blue Room

[girl_friday]

"Loki," she says in surprise, standing in the doorway.

She's only just arrived, only just spoken to Skokan. She had barely taken any of this in, let alone had time to adjust. And now this was another surprise.

Of course, she didn't expect him to have any idea who she was. She recognized him through Tony's information, but...

"Loki, isn't it?" she asked, instantly composed again.

[queenofautumn]

Chrysi is many things; kind, gentle, eager to please, and friendly topping the list. Beyond that, she is also the granddaughter of an ex-starlet with a truly wicked sense of humor and an extremely colorful youth behind her. Lily Maymont had ensured that Chrysi would 'enjoy her youth to the fullest,' which basically boiled down to her having as decent an endurance as possibly for a tiny redhead.

It also included introducing her to everything from fine French wines to cheap moonshine that could double as car fuel in a tight spot.

So Chrysi grins and downs about half the cup in one shot, before blinking and shaking her head. "Well," she rasps. "That's definitely...potent."

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.]

[girl_friday]

Tony, why are you drunk? This is hardly the place and someone could sneak up in you in here.

[She walks over, looking more amused than genuinely upset.] Am I interrupting your alone time?

[fullondiva]

Why not? [He shrugs, water swirling around him. He leans back and takes another sip.] I'm here, booze is here, the water's nice, and nothing. Ever. Happens.

[He looks up at her, pleading.]

Aren't you bored, Pepper?

[oregoniandionysus]

"And that is exactly the idea." He gestures with the bottle before setting it down. "You can't imagine how this place was before we managed to cook up this stuff. Dreadful is what it was. Thank Ember for magic." He raises his own cup in a toast before taking a drink.

[girl_friday]

I'm never bored. I constantly have you to look after. It's every young girl's dream.

[She reaches out to try and pluck the drink from his hand.]

Come on. That's enough.

5/3/3

[oregoniandionysus]

[It takes a lot to get Eliot to throw an actual fit. He's seen a lot of fucked-up shit in his time, and even here he's been able to stay mostly unflappable.

But this place just keeps piling it on, and somehow, this was the last straw. Eliot doesn't even know what happened - some kind of curse, or what. All he knows is that since he woke up this morning, he hasn't been able to speak.

But certainly everybody heard that glass shatter against the wall of his bedroom, especially with the door ajar.

Eliot flops himself down at the foot of his bed, knees folded up toward his chest, and buries his face in his hands.]

[desceptre]

Her familiar tone had given him pause, and now he took a step closer, studying her face for anything he recognized. There was nothing - and he did not forget easily.

"You know me?"

[myblogwonabafta]

[They've met, of course. John's made a point to get to know his fellow inmates, even if he's not been terribly social. There doesn't seem to be much point, after all. He can apply Sherlock's methods, but no matter how much he wants out of here, part of him knows there's no point.

There's no Sherlock to go back to.

And that makes him sound like some sort of lovelorn schoolboy, but it's not that. It's that everything since Sherlock has been grey. Not even the dull dun color of Afghanistan, but the muted nothing of London that means the Waiting Room isn't as much of a shift as it ought to have been.

The glass gets his attention, however, and without even thinking about it he runs to the other room, instincts not dulled yet by grief or disuse. And stands in the doorway, staring. It can't be. It's not. He knows this, part of him knows, but Christ it's like he's on that street again looking up because the figure curled up at the edge of the bed is so familiar it hurts in a place John's forgotten. If he's noticed the resemblance before, it's been only a subconscious discomfort around Eliot Waugh. Now, it hits him full force.]

Sher--

[He cuts himself off sharply, fist clenching at his side.]

[fullondiva]

[He grins sloppily at her.]

No it's not. You need to drink too, Pepper Potts. Potts, Pepper. Here.

[He's let her take his glass, but produces a bottle from the side of the tub and pours more into it, before taking a swig from the bottle for himself.]