[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

Re: 15

[socialgraces]

[Francesca quickly steadies herself, attempting to recover from his persistent tugging. She glances briefly at her soon-to-be bruised wrist and then tilts her head up towards his face, their difference in height much more awkward in such close proximity.]

Well then. [A small sigh.] I'm Francesca.

[She holds out her uncuffed hand towards him, giving him a polite smile, and simultaneously distances herself from him as much as she can without being offensive. She finds an introduction to be a logical move, given their current, albeit forced connection.]

4

[socialgraces]

[It takes a lot to get Francesca drunk. A lot. And you certainly wouldn't expect to find that kind of booze at a Squiring Party. And is why you seek out the after-parties. While it wasn't like her to drink enough to become intoxicated, it had been a rough... decade or two and a drink just sounded good, goddammit. So now she found herself sitting at a corner table, nursing what had to be her hundredth drink and analyzing the young knight sitting across from her, head in her hand. She looked like she had love problems. Cheers to that.]

11

[socialgraces]

[Why would he, of all people, decide to teach her to read magic by actually having her say the incantations from a spellbook?! And while she was no mage, being stuck with him on alone this mission gave her enough emotional fuel to fire off even the most powerful of spells. However, that power didn't help any with the finesse of spellcasting.]

What exactly was that spell supposed to do?

[The pair now sit in a suddenly pitch-black room, which luckily doesn't hinder either of their vision. Francesca gruffly crosses her arms across her chest and snaps at him:] You are such an arrogant ass!

[asap]

Oooor I could go to that place a few blocks away.

[AND SHE'S GONE. For the moment.]

[asap]

[She frowns at him.]

It's sort of my thing.

[everyredcent]

[GOOD BECAUSE HE'S GOING TO TRY TO GET OUT OF HERE BEFORE SHE COMES BACK B|]

[rationalizes]

[Love problems, it is. Well, more like really pathetic crush problems, but we all have our days. Something apparently must have happened though, because Gar usually knows better than to drink excessively in public and make a fool out of herself. Must be that Kat isn't around yet to yell at her about it.

She stares for a long moment at the table, her head wobbling slightly side to side, before she says, as if making a very brilliant observation after a lot of calcuation:] I don't believe the table was spinning before.

[cabot]

[Look, it's not like he was going to do it. Maybe he figured you had more of a chance of some kind of... magical background as a drow priestess. The odds are higher.

He seems entirely nonplussed by the situation, but still jumps to his own defense]

It was an illuminatus spell. I figured there couldn't be much harm in you doing a light based incantation, and I mean, really, at least you still got up the right alley. [He flashes her a tight smile, but at that moment, every single darkened lightbulb in the room explodes and he nearly jumps out of his skin]

[effulgent]

Spike. [He shakes her hand, nodding.] I'd say it's a pleasure, but... [He glances at their cuffed wrists.] WIsh the circumstances were different.

[He's not particularly offended by the distancing. Especially as she really... can't get far. He frowns down at their hands for a moment. He... didn't really think plan: Yank at the cuffs through past really wanting to get out.] Did I hurt you?

[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.]

[thebetrayer]

The ... me part. [It is too early for Sven to be having this conversation.]

I wasn't. [He's honest. 8( He doesn't confuse reality with porn. He is the 1 percent.]

[thebetrayer]

Yeah? [duh bitch.]

i rolled 9 too whatever you can deal with it twice

[thebetrayer]

[So they're in some crypt somewhere, grabbing ... a shiny ball thing. Suddenly, snakes. Snakes everywhere. Sven looks around, make an (unsure) face, and slowly shoves the ball into Dumage's hands. :') ]

8

[thebetrayer]

[Sven is holding an empty Wheat Thins box and staring at Francesca sadly. There are no words. Only staring. Sad staring.]

[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 ;;]

i can handle it (yea)

[postergirl]

[Oh my fucking god, she hates you so much. The snakes drop from the ceiling, curl around their feet, and slither out of holes in the walls, and Dumage hefts the ball up higher as she kicks one hard, sending it slamming into the wall] Ugh!

[They all start... hissing in her direction. They know. :') She doesn't seem to realize it's because she's holding the shiny and glares at Sven] Can't you... call them off or something?! Reptile to reptile? [Dragons, snakes, same thing, right? She assumes you are all Parseltongues]

[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 :) ]

[asap]

[She stands, pulling him up behind her.]

So now we can look for something. Okay? Or maybe I can run us somewhere. How heavy are you?

[goldengated]

I'll be sure to try it that way next time. [He steps closer, eyeing the treasure like it might bite him.] You think I could pull off the thigh-high boots?

[thebetrayer]

[What the fuck? He stares at her like "oh my god is this bitch for real." Because that is what he's thinking right now.] No? Why don't you think of something?

[postergirl]

[Her lips curve up in a wicked smile as she glances over him, seeming to enjoy the idea just a little bit too much] I'd certainly love to see you try, darling. [Clucking her tongue, she clops past him into the room, looking for whatever appears most expensive. Like Abu.] I don't suppose you brought any spare bags or trunks with you.

[postergirl]

Always up to the woman. [A snake lands on top of her head suddenly, and she freaks out, whirling around and batting at it, and dropping the shiny in the process.

Which... falls towards the ground and lands on top of the pile of writhing snakes. Horrified, she reaches for it, but then stops as one snaps at her. Oh my god, her life is the hardest. She cuts a glare at Sven, because this is all his fault]

Just... grab it, and we'll make a run for it. [She yanks her gun out, but lol these are a million snakes, that is not going to do much good...]

[goldengated]

Well, I think I've got the gams for it. [He rolls his eyes at her monkey bad self and... Tries to find the lamp, I guess, since he's Aladdin in this scenario. He finds no lamp, but he does find an empty sack, which should... Spell a warning, but oh well.] Knock yourself out- just don't pick up anything bigger than your head, because I am so not carrying your bags outta here.

[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.