[meme] open voice-testing for prospective players

[wynn]

Compiled from various memes at bakerstreet . Deal with it.

How it works:
1. Post as your character with Name | Canon if applicable | Preferences (as in whether you'd prefer no smut, etc.) in the subject line. You can choose the scene and prompt yourself or leave it for others to decide.
2. Others respond to your prompt or after going to RNG and entering numbers 1- 15 for a prompt.
3. Respond and play it out!
4. Play nice though. If someone doesn't want to play something out, respect their wishes.

You may use threads from this meme for your application samples!

1. Morning After; The morning after. You guys may have been drunk or completely sober, or maybe the victim of some unfortunately laced magical brew. You may remember or have no clue who this is in your bed or why they're there. But they're there. And you guys did it. Is this a total disaster or a blissful recollection of a night of magic?

2. Popo Shut Us Down; Oh crap, get to the getaway car! You may be innocent or have actually broken the law, but either way, you've got to escape those sirens because the cops don't know or care that you've got a license to kill. Car, boat, chopper, whatever you want, just flee the scene together and fast!

3. Anger Management; Maybe they said something insulting to you, maybe you just don't like their face, but either way you're hit with the overwhelming urge to punch this person in the face. So you do. And everything rolls on from there. Do you get in an overly dramatic fight full of fiery explosions? Is a friendship shattered? Who knows!

4. Wasted Together; You're drunk. The pair of you. So drunk. Shenanigans ensue.

5. Did the Riddler Design This Lair? You were on a mission, but now you've ended up trapped in a locked room. This room could be a kitchen or it could be a secret laboratory or something in between. Either way, you and your companion are forced to solve inane puzzles to get free...though the next room might be more of the same. Seek a way out!

6. Haunting the Fuck Out of You; You're haunting the land of the living as a ghost, and the only person who can see you is...them. Why are you haunting the land of the living instead of wandering off to the afterlife? I have no clue. It could be unfinished business or revenge, or it could just be a big case of it sounded like a good idea at the time.

7. Groucho Glasses. You're now in a very silly disguise of some kind because maybe there were budget cuts for this mission (Don Paolo you are not) and you just bumped into the other person.

8. OH NO YOU DI'INT. You're hungry and snuck down to the castle kitchen for a midnight snack. The fridge is empty. Someone just made themselves a sandwich with the last of the food, leaving only saltine crackers and a mostly empty jar of mayonnaise behind. Get them.

9. It's a Trap!! You have just reached the end of some ancient, mystical ruins in search of the magical artifact hidden deep within. Weird shit happens as soon as you try to take it (collapsing ruins/boulders/Indiana Jones theme optional).

10. Curses! You have angered a wizard/witch/powerful faerie/omnipotent entity/incredibly stereotypical gypsy/all of the above, somehow, because you're probably a horrible person. The next day you discover you've been cursed. The nature of the curse and whether it affected one or both of you is up to you.

11. That Old Black Magic; You have acquired a magical spellbook and decide to test it on yourself or someone else. The results are probably not as desired.

12. Watch Out, They Bite; You were bitten by a werewolf/cat/bugbear/dog/t-rex/tiger/dragon/whatever the hell else you want to have encountered on a mission. There may or may not be some additional side effects.

13. Cue the Angry Mob; It wasn't magic this time, but rather a science experiment gone horribly, horribly wrong.

14. Texts From Last Night; Either go to tfln, and select one, or make up one of your own!

15. Tied Together; you're suddenly stuck together, probably with someone you hate. What are you tied together by? Could be a chinese finger trap, could be some invisible force, could be handcuffs. Dealwithit.gif.

Comments

13.

[ironsides]

[Well, good job, science division. Your attempts at studying the effects of certain weird ass eldritch energy field measuring equipment on dead zombie parts re-reanimated them, and now they're inside the castle crawling around. Dovan skids around a corner, as much as a dwarf can skid, battleaxe in tow and sees Spike down the hall]

Where are they?! I'll split the monsters from ear to rotten ear!

[effulgent]

[Spike had just ran to pick up a weapon, in his case a mace, and now he's after the same undead horrors. Other undead horrors.]

That way. [Instead of pointing, he just takes off after the zombies. He's invited himself to this battle.]

[ironsides]

[Dovan's legs are stubby, so catching up is hard work, but he tries :( ] Leave some for me! [And here comes a group of zombies around the corner, who appear to be eating someone's leg between the four of them, fighting over it.]

[effulgent]

[Poor guy. Doesn't help that Spike has vampire speed.] Don't worry, plenty to go around. [He doesn't think they've got contagious zombism, especially not to the undead, so he just throws himslef into the middle and starts... slamming his mace left and right with ferocious abandon. This is the most fun he's had all week.]

[ironsides]

[With a bellowing war cry, Dovan dives into the fray as well, but his first swing of the axe doesn't do anything but chop an arm off the things, because reaching their heads is really tough. :| ] Take the tops off of 'em!

[effulgent]

[Spike... actually feels tall for once. It's pretty cool. He's using his mace to bash in their heads because that seems like a pretty good way to get them down.]

Go for the knees? [He plants his foot in the middle of one of the zombies' chest and kicks it across the room. Bits of rotting guts stick to his boot. It's pretty gross.]

[ironsides]

D'you think you're bein' funny, boy? [S-so offended over here, but in his distraction, a zombie grabs hold of his shoulder and goes for a bite, so he whirls the axe around, and sure enough, takes it out at the knees. It flops down towards the ground, and Dovan swings the axe down in an executioner's stroke. A hideous squelch occurs as its head goes rolling across the floor.]

... Ok, so maybe you've got a point.

[effulgent]

Thought I was being practical. [Is treating dwarves like they're short un-PC? Oops. Spike's too busy killing zombies to care much. He swings his mace around his head and brings it down hard on the head of one approaching Dovan from the back. It goes down.]

[ironsides]

[And Dovan takes down the last one, turning in a circle, axe hefted and ready for more battle, until he realizes there... isn't any more. For now. He looks back at Spike.]

Where'd they all come from?

[effulgent]

[Spike shrugs.] Bugger if I know. I just saw them and figured there might be a good fight in it.

[ironsides]

[He stares for a moment, then bursts out in rumbling laughter, reaching over to clap Spike hard on the back] Hard to argue with that! C'mon! Might be more of 'em.

[effulgent]

[Spike grins and shoulders his mace.] Sounds like fun. Might be able to sniff them out... [The stench of zombie is stronger down one hallway. Spike starts off, glancing back to make sure Dovan is following.]

[ironsides]

Y'can smell 'em out? [Man, vampires are bizarre. THEY DONT GET A LOT OF VAMPIRE MEMBERS of the Knights ok.

And yes, he is following, as fast as his stubby legs allow ;;]

[effulgent]

One of the perks of being undead. That and eternal youth. [And never seeing the sun. :-( Oh wait, that's not a perk.

He slows down a little so that Dovan can catch up. The other undead will wait. Hopefully.]

[ironsides]

I know many an elf or aasimar who would say eternal youths not all it's cracked up to be. [Do you hear that? Sounds like someone gnawing on flesh in the next room :) ]

[effulgent]

[Indeed, once Spike slams the door open, MORE ZOMBIES. He rushes in and slams one zombie's head off like he's hitting a baseball.]

Least I know I'm good looking forever.

[ironsides]

Maybe if ye could grow a decent beard, boy. [HE COMES IN SWINGIN YAR]

[effulgent]

[WHOO! VIOLENCE! /best fight scene writing ever am I right?] I'd look bloody stupid with facial hair.

[ironsides]

You'd look like a man, instead of a baby's bottom! [he laughs heartily at that, and cleaves his axe through a zombie's midsection]

[effulgent]

I think I'd look more like a goat's bottom. [He slams his mace down on a zombie's head and then ducks under one before it can get its teeth into him. He doubts he'll turn into anything if it bites him, but he's not certain, and anyway, it's gross.]

[ironsides]

[That gets another roar of laughter from him, and he takes out the knees of the one going after Spike] Bitey fellas, aren't they?

[effulgent]

Me and them have that in common, I suppose. [Though there's no way Spike's putting those things in his mouth. Ew. Still, he morphs into gameface. Baby's bottom my arse. He hurls his mace at one of the zombies, decapitating it easily, but now he has no weapon.

Luckily his hands still work pretty well for snapping necks and such.]