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 Posted: Tue Nov 01, 2005 8:32 pm
Nicco_Nightstar New scenario: Your character has a song stuck in their head. What do they do? ( It delights me that my last one made you laugh) This one's with Lucifer; Jared is a deceased who was so disturbed and evil that he is training to become a demon. I've whited out the swear words because I have too much time on my hands mrgreen "It's a small world after all, it's a small world after all, it's a small world after all..."Lucifer stared, unfocused, off into the distance, with a vaguely disturbed expression in his eyes. He didn't know quite what to think about getting such a completely saccarine song stuck in his head. He was a demon, a torturer, a destroyer of lives. "It's a small world" is not an appropriate song for a demon to have in its head. "Hello," a rather disconcerting voice said from over Lucifer's shoulder. "You look traumatized. Is it all finally getting to you?" "Hello Jared," Lucifer said blankly without turning around. "I'm perfectly alright." "You don't look perfectly alright. You look like you've just seen your grandmother brutally raped and murdered by a pack of genetically mutated wolves. On the other hand, you would probably just have a sort of amused expression if you'd seen that. You look like... I don't know, you look like you've got 'It's a small world' stuck in you head." Lucifer twitched violently. A look of malicious realization made its way from one side of Jared's face to the other. "Hey, you really DO have 'It's a small world" stuck in your head!" Lucifer's manner immediately changed. "Funny, you'd always struck me as a smart person. Do you really, honestly think I would get 'It's a small world' in my head? I'm a twisted, sadistic demon- a Jared carefully scrutinized Lucifer's face, searching for any sign that he might be lieing. However, a being that is over 800 years old gets pretty good at lieing, and Jared saw nothing to suggest anything but truth. He shrugged and left. Lucifer resumed staring off into the distance. "It's a small world after all, it's a small world after all, it's a small world after all..."New scenario: A person approaches your character with this offer: if the character will kill a complete stranger, they can have their heart's desire, as long as it's something that can be given (as in not love or happiness or anything.) The person giving the offer is a stranger, who if asked will say that they picked the character at random. What would your character do?
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Posted: Sat Nov 05, 2005 1:06 am
sabletheferretlord New scenario: A person approaches your character with this offer: if the character will kill a complete stranger, they can have their heart's desire, as long as it's something that can be given (as in not love or happiness or anything.) The person giving the offer is a stranger, who if asked will say that they picked the character at random. What would your character do?
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Xaos clung to the long walls of the houses, almost embracing the structures as he flattened himself against the brick. It was cold and it was raining, and the few inches of roof that stuck over the edges of the buildings were all he had to keep out of the damned weather.
But a few inches was only a few inches. His hat was soaked completely through and looked like a deflated balloon: heavy with water and sagging at the sides, begging to simply fall off onto the street and be ended. The rest of his varied attire was suffering a similar fate.
Gritting his triangular teeth as best he could, the boy trugged on, staring at the various rippling puddles which dotted the street like aquatic leprosy.
Xaos stepped in a large puddle rather zealously, sending strings of water flying in various directions. With a nod of satisfaction to the effect, he looked slightly up to see if he was at Fairfax Road, where he had to make a left to get home.
Instead of being met with the familiar faded sign with the 'r' and 'x' missing ("Faifa" Road, as it was), Xaos looked up into the eyes of a complete stranger.
Actually, he had never understood the phrase "complete stranger" -- could someone be an incomplete stranger? Oh well. Not important. He needed ... a greeting. Yes! That was what it was called. Humans liked to be greeted.
"Good morning," the boy said, flatly.
The stranger nodded. He was a short and bony man, with nobby elbows and knees that stuck out through his thin clothing. Mats of fire-colored hair stuck out in funny directions from under a crooked top hat, and a long nose decorated his wrinkled face.
"Good morning, Xaos."
The addressed cocked his head to the side. "Know Xaos?"
A nod answered. "Yes, I know your name. I know many things."
"Knowledgable," Xaos said, quietly.
"Indeed." The man's narrow eyes sparkled slightly; a tinge of wickedness coming through their stoned and glassy look. "Do you like toys, my boy?"
"Much so." Xaos smiled, though the gesture was hidden under his face-veil.
"What would you do, my boy," at this, the man leaned over, closer to Xaos' covered face, "if I told you I could give you all the toys you wanted?"
He nodded eagerly in response to the man. "Grateful."
"Ah," the man let out, jerking back. "First, you must do something for me. Do you see the people walking around?" He motioned with his hand, pointing to the various bystanders, whom were oblivious to their conversation.
Xaos turned his head from side to side, pushing up his thick glasses. "Xaos sees."
"To get your toys," the red-head said, taking a few steps back, "you must kill one of them."
There was silence for a few moments. The boy picked the third button from the top of the man's shirt to stare at as he thought; his eyes quirked, even if his glasses made the feature invisible.
"Thank you, no. Late for eating-time."
With that, Xaos nodded, then sped off past the man, turning a left as he shot a glance to the sign that read "Faifa" Road.
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Okay, so Xaos' heart's desire isn't toys, but it would've taken too long to explain to him what a "heart's desire" is and why he would want one.
New Scenario: Your character is told that he/she has a party to host that he/she is late for. Unfortunately, your character only has eggs, yeast, pickles and an old moldy taco in the fridge. What does he/she do?
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Posted: Thu Nov 10, 2005 8:11 pm
erikakaiser New Scenario: Your character is told that he/she has a party to host that he/she is late for. Unfortunately, your character only has eggs, yeast, pickles and an old moldy taco in the fridge. What does he/she do? Tee hee, this'll be fun. I'm using Ghast, after he got his body back. Oh jeez, that means I'll have to write my friend's character... whatever, here I go. Ghast stared at the blank page. He wished it would stop being blank. After he could finally bear looking at the page no longer, he started staring at the keys on his typewriter. They weren't moving. He put his head in his hand. "Hey Ghast," said a familiar voice behind him. "Um... what are you doing?" "Not writing. Why?" "Isn't today that day you were going to have a bunch of people over? In like, ten minutes?" Ghast slowly turned around to face his roommate and occasional friend Syd. Syd began to look nervous. "Isn't it?" Ghast said nothing but bolted to the refridgerator. Syd stood behind him and a little off to the left. "Do we have anything?" "Just eggs, pickles, and yeast. And whatever that thing wrapped in foil is." "That's a taco." "It's not anymore. What time did you say it was?" "I think it's... 6:51 now." "Great, we've got plenty of time. Run to the store and get some hor d'erves or something." "What do they look like?" "Idiot... OK, I'll go. You stay here." "I wasn't going anywhere." Ghast might have called Syd an idiot again, however he was already out the door. Syd shrugged slightly and turned on the TV. Several minutes later, Ghast returned, winded. "I don't have any money," he panted, "Can I borrow some?" "I only have a few bucks." "Fine, just give it to me!" Syd reached into his pocket and produced a few crumpled peices of green paper. Ghast snatched them and ran back out the door. Syd went back to watching TV. A few minutes later, Ghast burst in, carrying a plastic container of what Syd assumed were hor d'erves, but he wasn't sure. Ghast had a triumphant smile on his face. "Great! I'm back, and with 30 seconds to spare!" Just as the words were leaving his mouth, a knock came on the door. Ghast confidently walked over and opened it. "Hello, this is my roommate S-" "Ghast, it's me!" said the cheerful and slightly bizaare voice that Ghast knew was his other roommate. "Kiale?" "What, did you think the party was tonight? It's Tuesday, you're party's on Thursday. Silly, did neither of you know what day it is?" Ghast barely resisted the urge to strangle. New scenario: Your character accidentally eats or drinks poison. It may or may not be lethal, but he/she doesn't know. What would he/she do?
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Posted: Thu Nov 10, 2005 8:54 pm
sabletheferretlord New scenario: Your character accidentally eats or drinks poison. It may or may not be lethal, but he/she doesn't know. What would he/she do? I...suck. Why? Because I'm about ten seconds away from making up a school friend for Nathan. --- "So, what's all this?" Nathan asked, leaning against the thick wood table and looking bored. He pulled a glass of water towards him and took a generous gulp, then began to roll the glass back and forth between his hands. "All what?" Silvia said distractedly, not looking up. She carefully poured a few drops from a narrow-necked bottle into a beaker of amber-colored liquid. The concoction bubbled and sputtered, splattering her protective glasses with droplets of steaming liquid. "All...this," Nathan repeated, gesturing at the various beakers and bottles scattered across the table. Silvia shrugged. "Dinner, genius. No, actually, it's my homework." "Really?" Nathan said, idly pushing a formation of identical-looking flasks around on the table. "What on?" Silvia sighed and swatted his hand away from the chemicals. "It's all kind of hard to explain. Stop fidgeting with those, you'll get them mixed up. I haven't labeled them yet." "But what are they?" he insisted, lifting the glass to take another drink. "Water, mostly," the girl relented. "I'm trying to find a way of purifying water without actually heating it. Nathan pointed to the dark syrup she was now adding to her concoction. "You call that purifying?" "I told you, it's hard to explain. Most of the experiments have turned out moderately all right, but I can't be too sure...the effects might not last. That's what those are, by the way. My past experiments. Nathan, stop moving them! Heaven's sake. Some of those might be poisonous. I haven't gotten a chance to test the last few." "Really?" Nathan asked slowly. He turned a calculating eye to the glass in his hand. "Yes. Now please go away. You're ruining my concentration." Come to think of it, his throat was beginning to ache a bit. "Um, Silvia?" Silvia ignored him, pursing her lips as she carefully dumped a spoonful of powder into her beaker and stirred it around. "Silvia?" "Shh," she hissed, waving a hand at him. "Silvia!" "What?" she demanded, turning to glare at him. Her jaw dropped and she stared for a moment at his face, then let her gaze fall to the glass in his hand. "You didn't," she said, biting back a snort of laughter. "What? I didn't what? Why are you laughing?" Nathan demanded, his voice threatening to crack with the panic rising in him. Silvia choked back her laughs, waving her hands helplessly at him until her giggle-fit could subside. "I think you had better go to the infirmary, Nathan, dear, and have someone take a look at your face. You're--you're turning...you're turning orange, Nathan. Really. And it clashes hideously with your hair. Did--did my potion do that to you?" she burst out with a fresh bout of laughter, and if Nathan hadn't known better, he could have sworn the girl was beaming with pride. "Now I really do wish I'd labelled that glass. I'd give anything to know just what is making you turn such a hideous color." Nathan's eyes widened in horror and he clapped his hands over his face. "Stop laughing! Stop laughing, Silvia! This isn't funny! What if it's permanent? I can't be orange! I'd be ruined! Silvia, hand me a towel--or lend me your cloak--or something. I can't show my face on the way to the infirmary." "But my cloak will be too small for you--" "I don't care!" Nathan cried desperately, snatching the short girl's cloak off a hook near the door and pulling it over his shoulders. He was out the door a second later, his boots echoing down the hall. "Don't worry, Nathan," Silvia called out the door after him, "I hear orange is the new pink this year!" --- Okay, no more writing while traumatized for Rae. New Scenario: Your character comes to the realization that something (the dryer, the rug, the maid, the hamster) has been eating their socks. How do they react? More importantly... what do they do for revenge?
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Posted: Fri Nov 11, 2005 5:15 am
Raincrow New Scenario: Your character comes to the realization that something (the dryer, the rug, the maid, the hamster) has been eating their socks. How do they react? More importantly... what do they do for revenge? I really should be working on my thesis right now... or eating breakfast. Either way, I should not be on the internet. Anyway... Logan and Cyrus feature... you know them. Jeremy is their teammate and someone they live with (the whole team lives together in a huge mansion). ** Cyrus rifled through the pile of clothes and then scowled. Peering into the room he knew Logan was in, he called, "Remy, love?" "Yes?" Logan asked, sliding a piece of paper between the pages of the book he was trying to read. The taller man bit his lip. "Where're my socks?" Shaking his head, he added, "I can't seem to find any in the laundry." Logan scowled thoughtfully and began playing with a lock of brown hair has he thought over the problem. Standing, he set the book down on a table and peered into the hall. "Jeremy? You did the laundry this week. Where've all the socks gone?" "Missing yours too, eh?" Cyrus whispered, peering past his lover. Logan nodded silently. A shock of blond hair appeared, followed by a pair of blue eyes. Jeremy blushed and grinned sheepishly. "I - I can explain." "Well?" Logan prompted, giving the younger man an inquiring look. Jeremy shrugged and said, "Well... Mimi... sort of, ate them?" Logan chuckled softly, but Cyrus wasn't amused. Stepping into the hallway, he said, "Let me get this straight: Your annoying, loud cat that you promised wouldn't be any trouble, is eating our socks?" "She can't help it!" Jeremy said defensively. Crossing his arms over his chest, he added, "She's a Siamese and she's lonely. That's what they do when they get lonely; they eat wool. It's not my fault your socks are wool!" Cyrus shook his head in disbelief and then looked away, trying to gather his composure. As he glanced down, he caught sight of the object of their discussion. "You!" he cried, launching himself at the cat. Mimi, for her part, reacted as any cat would. She scratched the nearest part of Cyrus's body, which happened to be his hands, and ran down the steps. "That was foolish," Logan stated calmly. Turning to Jeremy, he added, "Buy new socks to replace the ones she destroyed and figure out a way to make her... less lonely." Jeremy nodded and started to say something with a familiar voice called, "Jeremy? What's happened to all my ties?" The young man's eyes widened and he said, "I'm going to the store." Without another word, he turned and bolted down the steps and out the door. New scenario: Your character is visiting someone, who gives them something to eat or drink that they don't like. How do they react?
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Posted: Sat Nov 19, 2005 4:33 am
Nicco_Nightstar New scenario: Your character is visiting someone, who gives them something to eat or drink that they don't like. How do they react? I'll use Akeji again... cause he's cute and kids are fun with this sort of thing. Akeji poked at the salad in the bowl and looked up a Kay, who was happily munching. He'd never had Ceasar salad before and wasn't pleased with the fish, which were stronger than he was used to and the little white flecks... he just didn't like. "Do you want mine, Miss Kay?" he whispered. "Stop picking and eat, Keji," she shot back. "The producers are trying to impress us, let's not act like kids." "But... I am one. I do not like this salad," he said, slightly louder. "Just eat it," Kay returned, in a whisper. "But it's yuck," the little ninja said, out loud. Scowling, he pushed the bowl away. "I want garden salad." The conversation around them stopped and Akeji blushed as he felt the eyes of all the diners on him. Slouching in his seat, he muttered, "My mother's going to have my ears." New Scenario: I don't know if anyone's done this yet but, I've been working in a daycare center. For whatever reason, your character has to mind several children on an outing. Have fun.
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Posted: Sat Nov 19, 2005 2:41 pm
hlltwin New Scenario: I don't know if anyone's done this yet but, I've been working in a daycare center. For whatever reason, your character has to mind several children on an outing. Have fun. Yes! Using Lucifer. Lucifer looked down blankly at the screaming, whining, hitting, moving crowd below him. There were only seven of the small chlidren, but it seemed like far more. "I'm going to kill Tee after this..." he muttered to himself. It was his dearest uncle who had managed to get him spending the afternoon with a pack of six year olds. He'd said it might help him learn such things as compassion and mercy. In reality, all it was doing was making Lucifer hate humanity even more. He clapped his hands together energetically. He might as well have fun with this. "Hello then, my name is Luke, I'm Tim's nephew," he said in a cheery voice that made his ears want to pop. "I going to be looking after you today." The children shut up and craned their heads towards him. "First off, here's a few rules," he began, "Don't wander off. If you do, I'll find you and pop you skull open. Then I'll take a razor and.. well, do any of you know what the parietal lobe is?" Seven fearful faces stared at him silently. "Of coarse not, because you're stupid! It's the part of your brain that controls your senses! I'll take a razor to it and make it so that you're always hurting! Excruciating- oh, that word's probably too big for you- horrible pain all the time, with nothing you can do to stop it! For the rest of your life! So much you can't even function!" They continued to stare up at him. One of them was crying silently. "Second rule," he continued, "Don't talk unless I ask you to. You want me to tell you what I'll do if you talk?" There was no reply. "I'll pop your skull open again, and find your frontal lobe, that controls your thinking. Then I'll change it so that you hear friendly little voices that tell you to kill! And they'll never stop! Ever! They'll keep telling you things until you're reduced to a gibbering mass, unable to operate or talk or do anything, in constant fear! "Third rule, don't touch anything unless I tell you it's OK. Or... well, I'll leave that one a surprise for you. So, do you all understand?" The small faces nodded. Their faces were frozen in an expression of utter horror. "Great! Then let's go!" A couple hours later, Lucifer leaned back on the bench facing the playground. The seven children all huddled with each other, silent and still, while others screamed, fought, and ran around them. A friendly looking woman walked up to him. "Those seven there yours? They're so well-behaved!" Lucifer smiled to himself and said nothing. Whoa... turned out more morbid than I'd intended. Anyways... New scenario: Your character is running away from something or someone and climbs up a tree to escape. Whatever it is leaves, but the character finds that he/she can't get down. What would he/she do?
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Posted: Sun Nov 20, 2005 2:08 pm
sabletheferretlord New scenario: Your character is running away from something or someone and climbs up a tree to escape. Whatever it is leaves, but the character finds that he/she can't get down. What would he/she do? Whoo, fun. Using Yinda. --- A piercing scream split the serenity of the forest. Moments later a terror-stricken girl crashed through the underbrush, followed closely by a large, lumbering wild boar, its tusks glistening in the patchy sunlight from overhead. The girl continued to run at a frantic pace, never glancing back to see if the beast was gaining on her. Then, in a split-second of decision, the girl lept up and grabbed an overhanging branch, letting inertia carry her up and over, into the safety of the trees. She breathlessly shimmied farther back on the branch until her back was pressed against the trunk of the tree. Down below the boar barrelled along, then skidded to a halt, having lost her scent. It circled the tree a number of times, stared up into the branches with its small, dim eyes, and finally stumped away in disappointment. Yinda heaved a sigh of relief and began to slide forward on the branch in order to swing down and continue on her way. A slight tug on the sash around her waist made her stop and glance behind her. A small, twisted branch clung determinedly to the green bow spanning the small of her back. She growled and reached back to untangle the unruly twig, but nomatter how she twisted her arms around, she could never quite reach where the leaves and new growth had twisted into the fabric. After a while she gave up, huffing angrily and nursing new cuts on her fingers. A few long moments passed, in which she sat and pouted, swinging her dangling legs back and forth and watching the ground only a few feet below. Finally she glanced down at her sash, then at her bracer full of throwing knives. Swallowing, she pulled one of the larger knives from its slot and set to work. The residents of Westgate village were both shocked and concerned the next morning when a girl came staggering out of the forest, tired, battered, with leaves sticking out of her hair. She clutched her shirt closed in front to conceal her decency, and over one arm dangled the tattered remains of a green sash. When questioned as to the condition of her clothes, the girl would only growl a string of oaths and stamp resolutely on. New Scenario: Your character somehow (be creative) finds themselves lacking clothes. What do they do?
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Posted: Sat Nov 26, 2005 10:42 pm
Raincrow New Scenario: Your character somehow (be creative) finds themselves lacking clothes. What do they do? Using Hitcher, because it's fun to bother unlikable people. Hitcher stepped out of the shower just in time to see a group of winged pliers absconding with her clothes. They flew nimbly out the window and out of sight. She stared after them. "Damn." She began to consider her situation. There was nothing in the hotel room that she could wear, the hotel was decidadley cheap and supplied no bathrobes. She couldn't just walk to a store without any clothes. Her own clothes were now beyond rescue, as she couldn't even see which way the pliers had gone. Said pliers had also taken the towels, deprivinger her of the sarong she could have made them into. She considered her options. Suddenly, the obvious answer came to her, like a light at the end of a tunnel, or when you can finally see the doctor comingdown the hall when you've been sitting in the waiting room for an hour. She knew exactly what she could do. It wasn't the ideal solution, but it could work. The hotel receptionist mechanically carried out her functions. However, some small amount of variety was added to her job when she saw an adolescent wearing a shower curtain come down the stairs. Hmm, I might actually work that into the story... if not that whole passage, at least Hitcher wearing a shower curtain... it's the sort of thing she would do. New scenario: A person at least ten years younger than your character (this is flexible depending on the age of your character) professes their undying love fof him/her. What would he/she do?
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Posted: Thu Feb 02, 2006 12:30 pm
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Posted: Tue Jun 06, 2006 9:31 pm
Well, since no one seemed to feel up to Koopa's last scenario, I'll post another one for the sake of the thread. Then maybe someone will double back and be inspired to take on Koopa's.
New Scenario: Your character (or characters) wake up one morning to find that they've been cursed in the night. They no longer can conjugate verbs, and must instead use the infinitive form to express actions. (ie. "to help," "to see," or "to be," instead of "helping," "saw," or "is"). What happens when they try to communicate their problem to others? (The other person may or may not be similarly cursed.)
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Posted: Wed Jun 07, 2006 1:06 pm
Raincrow New Scenario: Your character (or characters) wake up one morning to find that they've been cursed in the night. They no longer can conjugate verbs, and must instead use the infinitive form to express actions. (ie. "to help," "to see," or "to be," instead of "helping," "saw," or "is"). What happens when they try to communicate their problem to others? (The other person may or may not be similarly cursed.) Because this is exactly the sort of thing that would happen to Ghast, here I go with him. And it would help to know a little about a few of the characters: Kiale is a telepathic zombie puppy, Elaine is a demon, Naomi is Elaine's roommate and a novice mad scientist Kiale was in the middle of his traditional early morning sprint around the room when Ghast walked into the room. Kiale usually ran in the same path, and Ghast had learned from experience where to go to avoid being hit by a puppy. "Why to do you to keep to do that?" he said. He suddenly looked very puzzled. Kiale stopped running. "What?" "What the hell to be to go on?" "Why are you talking like that?" Kiale said brightly. "I not to do to know." He sat down and looked even more confused. "Sounds like you aren't conjugating," Kiale said casually, then resumed running around manically. "That to make no sense. Why would I not to be able to conjugate?" Kiale didn't stop running but responded, "Who knows? Lotsa wierd stuff happens for no reason. Try seeing if Elaine cursed you or something." Five minutes later Ghast was knocking on Elaine's door. It opened a few inches and part of Naomi's face was visible. "Oh, hi Ghast!" she chirped, "What brings you here?" "I to think Elaine to curse me." "What?" "Elaine. She to curse me." "She's going to curse you?" "She already to do to curse me. I to need to talk to her." Naomi didn't look as if she understood him any better, but walked away from the door. In a few minutes, Elaine appeared on the other side. "Yeah?" she said. "To do you to curse me so I to be not able to conjugate?" Elaine grinned maliciously. "What's that?" "To stop it! This to be not funny!" "Yes it is! It's riotously funny! You should go back to normal tomorrow morning. Good luck 'til then." She shut the door. Ghast bit his lip and ran through a long list of ways a demon could be killed. Each of these he vividly enacted in his mind. Then he walked back to his apartment and prepared to avoid all speech for a day. New scenario: Your character, for one reason or another, walks into someone else's house. They don't intend to steal anything (or at least didn't when they walked in). The owner of the house comes home and catches them there, and is convinced that they're a burglar. What does your character do?
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Posted: Thu Jun 08, 2006 8:29 am
sabletheferretlord New scenario: Your character, for one reason or another, walks into someone else's house. They don't intend to steal anything (or at least didn't when they walked in). The owner of the house comes home and catches them there, and is convinced that they're a burglar. What does your character do? All the character's I'm playing with right now live in the palace (actually a good reason to walk into someone else's place ^^) So she's in someone else's suite. I'm using a former bandit named Akelyn. ** "Right," Akelyn said waving her hands. "This isn't what it looks like. I was... looking for a hairbrush." "Well, you aren't gonna find one here!" Orbsen yelled. Pointing to the expensive broach in her hand he asked, "What are you doing with that?" "Looking at it, Orbsen. What else would I be doing with it?" She asked innocently, placing it back on the nightstand. "Oh, I don't know. You were a bandit. I thought, perhaps, you planned on stealing it." Forgetting how he was dressed, the young emperor stepped out into the room and tapped his foot. "I resent that remark," Akelyn managed, fighting a giggle. "More like resemble it," Orbsen groused. "What is so funny?" He snapped, stamping his foot. Scowling, he looked down at himself. Something had shaken that shouldn't have. Blushing furiously, he ran back into the bathroom. "Just... wait there until I'm dressed," he called back. "I can't believe you forgot," the fey chortled. "You startled me," Orbsen protested. "I thought I was alone and then I heard you banging. I thought it was an intruder," his voice was approaching a childlike whine. "What were you going to do?" Akelyn teased, "Run me through with your impressive lance?" Sitting on a comfortable chair, the girl tried to contain her laughter. "It's not funny," Orbsen called from the bathroom. He continued in a softer voice, "Diantha likes my lance." Akelyn finally gave up and dissovled into giggles. (I couldn't help it. They just lend themselves to comedy. ^^) New (old actually) scenario: Your character has just stopped a thief from stealing something valuable, but the thief escaped. Now the authorities have arrived and think your character was trying to steal the object in question.
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Posted: Tue Jun 13, 2006 5:32 am
Really no one likes that scenario? Well, here you go then>
New Scenario: Your character wakes up to find that somehow they've switched sexes in the night. ^^
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Posted: Tue Jun 27, 2006 7:56 am
hlltwin New Scenario: Your character wakes up to find that somehow they've switched sexes in the night. ^^ ((My God! You look adorable! Did you dress him that way because you're sick?)) Arbutus rolled over in bed and frowned as something pressed uncomfortably against the mattress. He opened his eyes and sat up, pulling back the heavy curtains that surrounded his bed. The first thing he noticed was that his hands looked different. Then he looked down at one more closely and caught sight of the gentle mound that rose under the fabric of his nightshirt. From two rooms away, Seun was awakened from a sound sleep by a bloodcurdling scream. Fearing the worst, he rushed into Arbutus's room. "My lord?" he called, reaching towards the lump that was trembling under the blankets. "Don't touch me!" the other snapped, his voice somewhat higher than normal. Seun scowled and leaned closer, about to ask if the youngling was alright. Before he spoke, he could hear a soft murmur from Arbutus. "It's a dream, it's not real. I'll go to sleep and, when I wake up, everything will be back to the way it should be!" ((Arbutus doesn't seem to be dealing too well with the change. I'll have to decide if I'm going to make it canon or not. twisted Maybe Nicco will have a sister from now on instead of a brother. rofl )) New Scenario: Your character recieves a message stating that they've won a large amount of money. What do they do?
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