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[meme] open voice-testing for prospective players
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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.
Mark Sandazhard | NPC
8...I kid you not, oh Great GM.
Or a lot of sustenance.
But c'mon, free food that's on the expensive end? And her bird had to eat too...which is why the window is wide open. Fresh air.]
mwa ha ha!
Without another word, he slowly closes it and opens one of the cupboards. And then another. And another. He turns his head verrrry slowly to regard to pile of crumbs in front of Alainn on the table]
Teehee
Oops, sorry love. I had a wee craving for a midnight fix, though...[This all said with her customary heavy Irish accent. Her eyes linger a bit on the Winnie the Pooh pants, and apparent lack of shirt while his back is turned, then her brow raises in appreciation.] ...it seems I'm not the only one.
[She looks guiltily, and a bit longingly, at the...3rd...sandwich she'd made and pushed to the side. Looking at him again she tried to assess how po-ed he was, and if it could be assuaged by a peace offering in the form of a ham and pepperoni sandwich with all the fixings.]
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Are you sure...? I mean, technically you beat me to the punch, so full... sandwich squatting rights go to you.
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Guess I can spare a crumb or two, seeing as though that...would be me third.
[Then she thinks it would be a good idea to toss him the last soda that she had smuggled out of the fridge] Think fast, sport!
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But it... doesn't. It just rolls a few feet and stops.]
... Maybe not so much with the fast thinking at three in the morning, but you can't fault a guy for that.
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Oops... sorry again. I don't seem to have the best judgement at the moment, I think I might be slipping a bit into a food coma. [Huge, satisfied grin]
Well, go on then, try it! I make a mean sandwich when I put my mind to it. [Give him a wink before getting up and crossing to the window to look outside]
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I promise ye, it won't bite. Much. [She winks at him, then looks over to the can of soda still on the floor] Think it's safe to open that thing yet? [She jerks her chin in the direction of it]
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A lonnnng moment. At arm's length.] Uhhhhhh, I suppose there's... only one way to find out. [He goes to pull at the tab gingerly, wincing, but then stops and looks over his shoulder at her] You may want to duck and cover.
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Fire away, Sir! [She gives him a gallant salute, grinning again.] Fire in the hole! Commencing launch sequence! In 5...4...3...2...ONE!
[Food overload has officially kicked in, and the tired energy of three in the morning combine to make Alainn...a bit loopy. And love military movie catch-phrases.]
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nothing happens, except for a thin line of fizz bubbling down between his thumb and forefinger. He watches it with what looks like disappointment]
... Dud.
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Wah wah whaaaa. I kinda wish we had another soda 'round to do it again... Oh well. [She whistles one shrill, high pitched note and holds her hand out to the side. A giant hawk flies through the open window and lands on her arm with a few flaps of it's wings and she turns, closes the window with a click, then turns back to him, grinning in mischief.]
We should probably get outta here so no one else walks in for a late snack and gets mad.
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That's a... big... bird.
[And then registers what she said] We? Oh, uh. Right. We should. Go to our--
... rooms. [He trails off weakly]
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We didn't mean to startle you, sorry. She's a lot nicer than she looks, promise. Her name's Fede. [She proffers her arm slowly, not wanting to scare him off with her big scary bird.] See?
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I know, right?! [She speaks enthusiastically, her other arm gesticulating wildly in her excitement.] She really is a sweetheart, it's just she's so stubborn no one else really appreciates her! Gosh, this is great, you'll have to be friends with her, she gets so lonely just the two of us!!
[Then she realizes just how crazy she is sounding. And how much like a desperate stalker. Then she slams her mouth shut, her face going red.] Er...
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No, she doesn't bite unless I tell her to. [Then realizes that could sound like a threat and quickly backtracks as her eyes go wide.] Which I won't!
[Then she holds her arm still and waits for him to pat Fede, still grinning.]
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... Gal.
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Yeah, careful with the gender association, that's one of the things that gets her feathers in a ruff. [Fede prawks again, turning to peck playfully at Alainn's fingers.]
Okay, okay ye mighty beast.
[She glances at Mark again, then at the mess on the table. Her lips purse as she considers her options, then shrugs. Muttering a few words under her breath, moving her free hand in a sweeping gesture, the mess is magically gone!]
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And hey, no problem. Next time I come down here for a late night fix, I promise to leave enough for you, just in case. [She gives him a wink, then looks at Fede.] Bedtime, love?