[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

Francesca | OC

[socialgraces]

14

[everyredcent]

just because one's phone has a case on it doesn't mean it will survive a 5 story drop out the window

[everyredcent]

you would think it would be obvious, but not with the way this girl is carrying on about it

[everyredcent]

she should be grateful it was just her phone

[socialgraces]

tell me you didn't just throw someone's phone out a window...

[everyredcent]

the fifth time her phone rang mid-interrogation, i decided to make a point

[socialgraces]

[Scratch that. Before Francesca can send her last message she reads it over one to many times and self-consciously erases the text. She mulls over his texts in her mind, unable to decide if he's just bored, or if he actually wants to elaborate. Either way, she enjoys his name popping up on the tiny screen more than she would ever admit and tries to continue the conversation.]

[socialgraces]

[Now just to decide what to actually text back, and fast, before he loses his interest...]

[everyredcent]

[Whatever, Christos enjoys the sound of his own... texting, I guess, so there's more...]

this is the last time I let valdrin shuffle his damned squire off onto me for even one mission

[socialgraces]

leave it to him to take advantage of your good graces

[socialgraces]

at least now he'll have to deal with her in her current belligerent state and handle the aftermath

[She figures Christos will appreciate a little justified revenge.]

he deserves worse [Interpret as you will.]

[everyredcent]

i could probably arrange worse

15

[effulgent]

[After a good deal of pulling at the cuffs chaining Spike and Francesca together, Spike is forced to admit defeat.]

...maybe these are a bit stronger than I am.

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.]

[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?

[socialgraces]

I think I'll be alright. [She looks between him and the cuffs once more.] And I think I might be able to get us out of this. Just... hold still.

[She bends her knee to bring her right leg up behind her, and using her free hand she quickly removes something from her ankle under her pant leg. She puts her leg back down and the object in her hand catches the light for a moment with a metallic glint.]

[effulgent]

[He watches her curiously, then grins slowly.] Oh, I like you.

[socialgraces]

[She shoots him a sideways glance and tentatively moves her tool to the lock on her cuff. She's leery to just dive in, always cautious of some curse or other magic placed upon locked objects. As the metallic pick makes first contact with the steel of the cuff, nothing happens, and she quietly releases a breath she didn't realize she was holding.

A few quick, minuscule movements of her fingers and the lock of her cuff pops open silently.] Alright, so far, so good. I'm just really starting to worry about what the whole point of all this was if they're just... handcuffs.

[Sometimes things can just be... easy, right? She can't help but be hesitant.]

8

[thebetrayer]

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

[socialgraces]

[Francesca senses him staring from behind her chair almost immediately. She slowly closes the book she's reading and turns to look at him.] Can I help you? [The table more noticeable now that she's moved, you can see there are no Wheat Thins anywhere near her 8|]

[thebetrayer]

[He holds the box upside down and shakes it just to illustrate how empty it is.]

The box was full yesterday. And now it's not. [That comes out sounding very accusatory for such an obvious statement ... ]

[socialgraces]

[She looks confused for a moment and then gestures behind him.] Well, the garbage can is there behind you and the new pantry stock will be in tomorrow if the crackers are that imperative to your well-being. Until then, I guess you'll have to find something else to eat. [She then turns back to her book, unwilling to acknowledge his ludicrous accusations. As if she would eat an entire box of Wheat Thins.]

04 /TAGS YOU A WEEK LATE

[militarized]

[ They are drinking. It's magical. It's been enough drinking that Ethan is pretty well drunk by now. These are the best brackets ever, I am a wordsmith of narration. ]

You know, I've seen these types before. [ The Knights, of course. ] They talk a big game, say they want to fix things. They're not. They only ... [ obligatory pause for drunken wooziness. ] screw you. In the end.

Re: 04 /TAGS YOU A WEEK LATE

[socialgraces]

[Francesca slowly raises an eyebrow at his unexpected slander before leaning back in her chair. She studies him momentarily, her face relaxing easily from the copious amounts of alcohol the two have shared.]

Well, you're certainly not going to make very many friends with that attitude. [She sounds more amused than anything, and raises her glass to her lips again, taking a sip.

Setting down the drink, she shifts and crosses her legs under the table and her arms casually across her middle.] And yet, despite your pessimism, you've deigned to join us in particular. How'd we get so lucky? [Francesca smirks lightly, but still keeps her eyes on him, betraying her honest curiosity.]

[militarized]

Good question. [ He shrugs, raising his glass and downing the rest of it in one quick gulp. ] Of course, you can't expect me to throw down my cards on the first round, can you? [ He tuts at her with the glass. ] It all comes down to knowing who's using who.