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[meme] open voice-testing for prospective players

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.

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Consider it a deal. [He says the words as the other man hops across, and tucks his cane under arm as he bends his legs and makes an impressive jump for it. He still almost comes short, but grabs a hold of the links with one hand, hanging there for a moment before getting his balance and digging into it with a foot. And then it's up and over with limited struggle.]

[Riddick's eyes scan the area around them as Jack scales the fence, still not seeing any posted or patrolling guard until, just as Jack's feet hit the ground two burly men come around the corner of the building. Thankfully the part of the fence they landed near had some overgrowth for cover. Riddick reaches out and yanks Jack to the ground when he goes to straighten from his jump, rolling himself to the ground at the same time. ]

Guards. [He rumbles this in a whisper, reaching down to his boot for his make-shift shiv and bringing his hand up to his chest slowly. His ears perk up at the low sound of their talking, too far away to tell what they're saying, which meant they were staying away from them. Good enough, but Riddick sure was spoiling for a good fight right about now.]

[Jack tumbles to the ground with impressive grace, one hand loosening the sword inside his cane, easing it halfway out of its sheath, just in case. He watches them cautiously, and then frowns.] I'm surprised they aren't high alert. They must not have realized you've escaped, yet. [It's said in a murmur]

[Riddick lets out a half-chuckle, half-grumble as he sees them nearing the window they climbed out of.]

They're about to. [

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[<small>Riddick lets out a half-chuckle, half-grumble as he sees them nearing the window they climbed out of.</small>]

They're about to. [<And right on cue, the first guard hollers, pointing out the open window, leaning over to see the ladder they left against the wall. THe second guard reaches for his walkie-talkie, his voice a low rumble as his eyes begin to scan the perimeter quickly. Both guards then draw their guns, heading in opposite directions to scout.</small>]

Just how secret do you need to keep this mission of yours?

[Two guns... and two of them, but sure to be more soon with the guard radioing and the entire place searching for Riddick now.]

... If there were a way to make it appear as no more than a breakout, it would certainly be advantageous.

[Riddick grins to himself, happy he's gonna get the fight he wanted.]

I sure hope this is worth it. I'll draw their attention, you make a break for it and they'll be none the wiser. It's only me they're looking for anyway.

[He prepares to rise up, putting his shiv once more in his shoe and glancing in their direction, sizing them up from this closer perspective.]

I wasn't planning on leaving without you. We can rendezvous nearby, perhaps?

[He pauses in his appraisal of the two guards, glancing the slightest bit back towards Jack. This was also new to him, someone offering to stick around to help. You didn't find that all too often in a Slam.]

Alright, [he says in an amused chuckle, disbelieving he's actually gonna trust this guy, much less that this guy would wait for him. He'd see soon enough if he meant it or if used this time to get away.] give me about... []does the mental calculations for each guard] 75 seconds. Head North, I'll catch up.

[With that Riddick is up and scaling the fence again, then running quickly towards the first guard. When he gets close enough he lets out a rumbling yell, enough to draw both of their attention. He smiles to himself as the fight begins.]

[Most of Jack's instincts yell at him to not let the man go off on his own, considering the resources these guards have at their disposal, and the possibility that Riddick isn't familiar with their technology. He hesitates for a moment, but sighs internally as he realizes that the man was making an informed decision, and he'd have to respect it.

He turned North ward, with just a quick glance at the stars, and headed along the length of the fence, staying low, and checking his pocket watch to mark the time.]

[Riddick makes quick work of the first guard, having caught him unawares. With a punch to the kidneys he brought the man to the ground, grabbing his gun-hand at the same time and breaking it at the elbow while relieving him of the weapon. The man screamed out in pain as he fell and Riddick brought the butt of the gun down on the right pressure point to render him unconscious.

The second guard was a bit more of a hassle as he'd had time to evaluate the situation. He and Riddick circled each other for a few moments, then the guard made the mistake of charging. Riddick smirked as he dodged out of the way at the last second, swinging back around with a leg sweet followed by an elbow-drop to the back, then finally putting him in a choke-hold that also rendered him senseless in a few seconds.

Not wasting any time he relieved the second guard of his weapon and scaled the fence once more. He fired off random shots to the South, then casually threw the gun back over so it landed next to the second guard. He then turned North and ran to see whether Jack was good to his word or not. He wasn't holding his breath.]

[Jack heard the shots, and stood at alert in the shadow of the trees, waiting with bated breath to see if the other man would appear and wondering if he'd made the right call. Whether this was what Wynn would want him to do.

When he saw the other man running low and hunched through the darkness, he breathed a sharp sigh of relief, and greeted the other with a smile.]

Ah. And not a second behind.

[As Riddick rushes towards Jack he is momentarily surprised that he did in fact wait. That seemed to fit with what he had gathered from the other man so far, so he straightened up from his run, stopping, propping his goggles on his forehead, and looking at their surroundings. Finally he looks back to Jack, his breath hardly heavy from the fight and run, and gives a wry grin.]

Didn't expect you to actually wait. [His eyes glint in the dark as he looks Jack over as if weighing his worth and words. The clothes, the cane, the clipped British voice all seemed to make no impression on Riddick, but the simple fact that Jack did not leave...that seems to strike Riddick as something foreign.]

Guess I could ask your name now. And where it is we need to go to get the hell outta here?

Jack Chessing. [His tone is remarkably pleasant, for everything they just went through together, as if this is all just a walk in the park. He gestures over his shoulder.] And I have a car. If you would be so kind. [He gestures for Riddick to follow him, and heads out through the woods, keeping low.]

{That name gives him pause for a moment, but he easily shakes it off and follows him, keeping low as well. He doesn't know what to expect when Jack says "car" but he's sure it isn't the kind he is used to seeing.

Now that the thrill of what they just went through is about over, Riddick starts to feel uneasy. He hasn't had a normal "car ride" with someone in... ever that he can recall, and small talk isn't his strong suit ever either. This would normally be the point where he would either go off on his own, or one way or the other get the car from Jack and take off.

Neither of those options appealed to him in the least, and that was the most disturbing thing to him about this entire situation.]

Hmmm. He rumbles this in response, for once at a loss for words.]

[The low black Excalibur model car sits hidden behind some trees. Jack moves to the driver's side, and looks at Riddick over the top of it] I don't believe I got your name, either.

[Riddick looks the car over and sure enough, it looked nothing like what he was used to seeing. True, it was in beautiful condition, but it looked like it belonged in a museum. He looks up at Jack's statement.]

Richard B. Riddick, es-[he cuts the rest of his customary response of "escaped convict, murderer" remembering at the last second that he didn't want to be known that way anymore. Even before he ended up here, on Earth ~~supposedly~~ he had made the decision to...try and make a new start. And here the opportunity was staring him in the face.

The only problem now was...that response made him sound nice.]

Just call me Riddick. [That sounded better.]

[Jack's assumption would be 'esquire' which would... be a surprising title for Riddick so he crooks an eyebrow but says nothing, because lol impolite.]

Riddick, it is. [He opens his door and slides inside, waiting for the other man and starting the car] Shall we?

[Riddick nods, opening the other door and sliding in as well. This car ride ahead could prove to be awkward, but he also had questions. Like what exactly was this organization that Jack belonged to? Had he hooked up with a bunch of crazies, ~~not like he'd never done that before~~ or had he just fallen for an extremely elaborate and well thought out trap? Either way, at least it was something different.]

So Jack Chessing, what exactly is this organization that you belong to?

Our purpose is two fold, in theory. There are those like you who come to this world without choosing to do so, who require our assistance. And then there are those who come here and threaten the well being of this world's inhabitants. We protect this world from such dangers, and offer whatever we can to the former.

Offer them what, exactly? You said that your organization would be able to do something about that lab back there, plus you deal with people who are...displaced from their worlds. That must be one hell of an organization. Huge.

You wouldn't be wrong. We're a global organization, with members in the hundreds, and considerable resources. [Somehow he makes this sound like a statement of fact, not a boast.]

[Riddick sits quietly for a moment, unsurprisingly, thinking about that.]

Good guys with the numbers and support to actually make a fucking difference. Who woulda thought?

Sounds interesting.

I certainly don't mean to be presumptuous, however... if you were interested, I could introduce you to the man who runs our organization. Perhaps we might even have a place for a man of your talents. You'd be under no contract to stay, of course, if you found a better offer.

[He listens to the offer quietly, letting it hang in the air as he watched the scenery pass them by. Whereas the country flowing past the window looked so serene, the thoughts in his head were a riot. This wasn't some offer to be a bounty hunter, an assassin, or something equally as degrading. Strange as it was, he knew he could trust Jack, and even stranger was when the offer was laid before him he wanted to accept. He always trusted his instincts so he did what came naturally. It was the most shocking thing to come out of his mouth in a long time.]

I think I'd like that, Jack.

Then it can be arranged. [A pleasant smile curves up his face, as he glances at Riddick once more, and then turns his focus back to driving.

/fade out into the sunset]

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