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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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[Jack takes a moment to set it carefully against the wall of the shaft, before laying on his stomach and dropping an arm down. He hoists and clambers back, waiting for the other man to be finished, even as he presses a button on his watch and sends a small shaft of light down the shaft in the opposite direction for just a moment. He flicks it back off and nods.]

Then follow my lead.

[Riddick flinches when the light flashes on and blinks his eyes shut quickly, the reflection bouncing around in the all metal shaft enough to hurt them. When he hears the watch beep ever so slightly he opens them again, reaching up to put his goggles back on.]

After you. I'm guessing we've got maybe...[calculates in his mind how long it normally takes douche-bags like the one's who trapped them in the lab to get curious and come looking]...another 30 seconds till they come looking for us.

[As they start crawling, curiosity actually gets the better of him and he surprises himself by...asking a question. He also hated not knowing exactly where he was.]

What solar system are we in, anyway? Still Helion Prime, or'd we jump somewhere else?

[Jack notices the reaction, and finds it interesting. Some sort of nocturnal creature then, with darkvision and the same sort of aversion to light that subterranean drow had, perhaps?

As they crawl again, he ponders this, until Riddick throws that question out there and shatters Jack's world view.]

... Helion Prime? [His surprise registers in his slight shift in tone, but he still answers, so as not to be rude.] We're on Earth, in the Milky Way galaxy.

[ Riddick pauses at that, completely taken aback. Earth? The Milky Way?! He hadn't been on Earth since he was a child and had been shipped off planet to his first Slam for pick-pocketing, and he'd never looked back. This was not good, he was in a ventilation shaft with a guy crazier than he was. ]

Earth huh? You gonna tell me the year ain't 2572 then too, right?

[It's a good thing Jack's in front so that Riddick can't see his expression right now.]

... Hardly. The year is currently 2012.

[ Riddick actually lets out a quiet snort, chuckling sarcastically at the man in front of him. ]

That's rich. What'd she pay you to spew that line of bullshit? I remember gettin' knocked over the head, but to try and sell me on going backwards in time over 500 years? She really is insane.

[As he rounds the turn, he asks, simply:] "She"?

[ He wasn't sure why, but he didn't get the feeling this guy was yanking his chain. That didn't mean he wasn't gonna try and catch him off guard. ]

Chillingsworth. You know, the bitch in charge of this freakshow of a ship. Where'd she pick you up, anyway? Butcher's Bay?

[ Despite not wanting to believe he was in the Milky Way, much less 500 years in the past, he was also an excellent judge of character. This guy had seemed genuine from the start, and though Riddick knew he was testing the waters just now by asking "She?," he also had the sense he was...genuinely curious. He wasn't a criminal, but he was definitely hiding something too. ]

Ah. [Oh dear. This is worse than he thought. Not that he's sure what to think yet at all, really, but this man still thinks he's... wherever he was last. A ship of some sort, and Jack gets the sense he's not talking about the nautical kind.]

I'm afraid you're no longer on any vessel. You were secured inside a laboratory when I discovered you here, quite by accident. The laboratory is owned by a company that has been suspected of human trafficking and experimentation, which is what led me here initially. [He pauses at a juncture to consider which way to go. He says matter-of-factly, but with a pinch of sympathy for the man's situation:] But you are most certainly on Earth, and I have not the faintest idea who this Chillingsworth woman might be. But I suspect that she is currently in another dimension entirely.

Turn left. [ He notices the other man's hesitation, trying to give himself enough time to think through what he had just been told as they try to squeeze around the tight corner.

He paused briefly, taking a deep breath and letting his senses fully take over. And there it was, the truth of the situation that he hadn't noticed. He couldn't feel the constant movement of a ship, there was no difference in gravity which could only mean they were , in fact, on a planet. And if this guy was to be believed, Earth . Shit. ]

Well, fuck me.

[If Jack's offended by the language, he doesn't show it. He simply turns left, following the line of the ducts. Man, so much of his life consists of crawling around in ducts :| ]

I imagine the knowledge is quite disorientating, but I can assure you that you are hardly alone in having been transported here. It appears to be a phenomena that occurs without any consciousness directing or guiding it, plucking beings from one world, depositing them in ours.

[ Riddick follows the other man around the corner, not saying anything for a few beats. They come to the end of the shaft, a bigger grate standing vertical in front of them blocking off the entrance to a huge utility room.

Since Jack is in front, and pulling his sword out in here would be kinda impossible, Riddick reaches forward with his home-made shiv , handle first.

Use this. So, this's happened to other people? Hmmm... What about getting back to where we come from? Have you even reached space-travel in this time?

[Jack takes the weapon with a grateful air, and places it in the weak point to pry the shaft open quickly and quietly. His shoulders deflate a bit at Riddick's question.]

I'm afraid you've misunderstood me. The ability to travel to your world, as in your planet would likely not return you to wherever you called home. By "world" I was referring to something a bit more... dimensional. [He pops it off entirely, and places the grate against the side of the shaft, handing the shiv back.]

[ Riddick takes the shiv and pockets it, once more not saying anything in response to the other man's words. Various thoughts assaulted him at once as he follows Jack out of the shaft, first and foremost in his mind were the fates of Imam and Jack. His being here meant they were still on that ship full of convicts, alone. The urge to go back for them, to try and save them was troubling.

Never, in all his life, had he ever felt the need to save anyone, most especially if it didn't benefit himself personally. Going back there, and he was trying to come to terms with the fact that apparently that was impossible, would mean that once again he was an escaped convict, one hunted throughout the galaxies. Yet still he found himself wanting to go back.

Realizing this was not the time nor place for this shit, he shakes himself mentally, focusing once more on the situation at hand.

I've never had a home. [] He rumbles this wryly as they start through the room, looking for an exit. ]

A more nomadic lifestyle, then? [There are other potential interpretations for how he could have meant that, but this is the most polite one, and if he's wrong, Riddick can always correct him - if he wants to.

He moves about the room quickly, eyes darting about and landing on a high set window that appears to latch from the inside.] I think I see our window of opportunity.

[ He reaches up to adjust the goggles on his eyes, making sure they're on tight, then follows Jack's gaze. He looks around hoping that since this is a utility room maybe there would be a ladder which, to his surprise, there is one not two feet from them. He grabs it and heads over there, propping it under the window as quietly as possible. ]

You said this place was into human trafficking. [ He starts up the ladder quickly, undoing the latch then looking back down at Jack. ] What d'you plan on doing about it?

[ And yes, he ignores Jack's last comment. ]

I needed access to their records in order to learn what became of the beings who have passed through here. [He pats his coat pocket] Which I now have.

Destroying this facility may do more harm than good at the moment: there could be others here, as yourself, held somewhere and they don't deserve to perish in an explosion.

This was meant as a reconnaissance mission. [He climbs carefully up the ladder behind him]

[He rolls the savory idea of an explosion around for a moment in his mind, cuz blowing someone up who holds others against their will really pisses him off. He clears the window and holds it open for Jack to climb out behind him, then closes it quietly once the other man clears the ledge.

His eyes scan the grounds for guards or cameras, not knowing what to expect from this time but his immediate reaction is to crouch low to the wall for the moment.]

So, you plan do something about this place by yourself? You really think the law'll do something about them? [He snorts at the ridiculous idea of the law actually helping someone.

Not by myself, no. My organization, however, has been working on a way to stop them once and for all.

[There's a fence a few yards out, and Jack nods at it. Making it clear he intends to jump.] Do you think you can make it?

[Satisfied that there are no guards on patrol in this area for the moment Riddick's eyes once more follow Jack's gaze, then he snorts and nods. No fence could hope to keep him in.]

'Course I can, [he rumbles this while rising out of his crouch, eyes still scanning all around them for signs of movement]and when I do, how bout you tell me about this organization?

Hell, I may even ask your name. [He takes off in a loping sprint, springing from his toes half-way up the fence. From there it's a couple of arm-lengths and he's up and crossing over, dropping down soft as a cat to the other side.]

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.

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Lol oh the duct crawl

classic B)

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