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

[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.