Test Drive Meme #2

[proximods]

You wake up in a closet. It's a nice enough one, clearly owned by someone with a large bedroom and too many clothes. There's a dim light on but no switch to make it brighter. As your eyes adjust and you come to the realization that this is probably not a dream, you notice you aren't alone. Locked in the closet with you is (at least) one other person who seems just as confused and disoriented as yourself.

On the door, you can both see a list with a possibly familiar title and a familiar set of rules; Seven Minutes In Heaven. The door will be locked for a probably very long seven minutes and it will not open no matter how much you try to force it. In the closet air is a hefty dose of aphrodisiacs that might be clouding your normal judgement. The longer you wait, the more you want to give in to the game.

Will they really let you out when the seven minutes are done? Or will the countdown start all over again until you consent? Only waiting will tell.

EDIT: Aphrodisiacs are OPTIONAL, not required. Also feel free to make your own scenarios, themes are merely for those wanting an idea.

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Kat | DmC: Devil May Cry (Reboot)

[spraycanspells]

Kat was not exactly pleased by this situation. Waking up in places you didn't belong had better not start becoming a habit. Letting out a frustrated sigh, Kat tucks her legs beneath her and feels around in the dark. Anything - a nail or a screw might help her slowly wedge the door loose right?

It was all she had.

She couldn't physically leave this place otherwise, right? This was a better option than any. That is - until she realizes she's not alone. Her eyes are adjusting to the darkness and she sees someone else stirring on the other side of the closet. Her hand moves to her spray can, however useless that would be in defense. There was squirrel semen among other things and while that wouldn't help as a way to blind her new "friend" it would certainly make them smell very bad.

"Who are you?" she asks warily, straining to make them out in the dark. If they made sudden moves they'd be getting a spray can to the face - assuming she found their face. It might be an empty threat - she wasn't exactly in the business of hurting strangers.

[true_noir]

"Chloe."

The voice came from someone who could see Kat just fine, and who guessed by the way the girl was facing that she couldn't see her in turn. She shifted her weight, keeping angled just right in case the can that the young woman was reaching for was actually pulled out. For now, though, she was in no hurry. She could feel just the slightest tingle, and it sent shivers down her spine, memories, thoughts of a hooded girl pressed to the nearest wall, of the voice she'd just heard making all kinds of sound. Thoughts... that she repressed.

"Relax. I won't touch you." She... didn't actually need to. She had other tricks.

[spraycanspells]

Her hand relaxes over the top of her spray can just slightly, staring down at her lap as she runs through all the scenarios of this situation in her head. She didn't know what was going on or why she was here. She was completely caught off guard by all of this.

"Kat. My name is Kat." The other girl hadn't asked for her name but she still felt she owed it to her after her initial suspicions. "What is this place...?"

It wasn't limbo and it wasn't anywhere familiar, or at least she thought so. Not only that but the air felt heavy here and it felt as if the tension in her was slipping away rather quickly. In the back of her mind she might be able to describe it as a subtle shift, like warm breath on her skin.

"Any ideas of how we get out of here, Chloe?" she asks, eyebrows raising at how she sounded almost breathless by the time she said her name. What is this place?

Alkaid | .hack//GU

[persistentdawn]

As soon as she was aware, she was up on her feet. No small part of her was already running a hundred miles an hour at why, nevermind where and how. With all the shenanigans, both jovial and tragic, that had been faced and overcome in The World, she was on red alert when it came to blacking out and waking up somewhere else. Some small part of her head was already nagging away, taunting her for having been felled and put into another coma.

And then she saw the instructions. And stared at them blankly for a few long moments.

"What...?" She murmured in a low, flat tone. Just thrown off enough not to be angry or flustered. And just distracted enough not to entirely realize there was someone else in there with her. But definitely focused enough to realize just how outlandish and, well, lewd it was. Rearing back and raising an arm in front of herself like it was some kind of shield.

And then aiming a sharp kick at the door. "OH HELL NO!"

[true_noir]

Now that? That was a familiar voice. A very familiar voice. It woke her up right as she heard the kick, and she smacked her lips, wondering if she'd been dreaming another nightmare of some past soul, some past sin. But, in the dark she could see, seeing Alkaid there completely, she just... smiled, slowly getting to her feet and moving with as much stealth and swiftness as she could to try and wrap her arms around her from behind, lips near the ears.

"And here I thought they never gave me anything nice..." She really didn't care if Alkaid remembered, at least not right now.

[persistentdawn]

The fact that the door didn't buckle was annoying. The fact that she could very pointedly feel the door shaking, feel the impact in her foot and shooting up her leg, however, put her on the coldest ice she had ever felt. The World was a pretty goddamn immersive game, but this was another tier. This was something else all together.

Setting her foot down, she stared downwards in bewilderment before raising and pulling her arm back, preparing to punch the door. "This isn't fun-" Her train of thought wasn't so much derailed as it was flung from the track by a vicious storm when she felt those arms around her, breath at her ear.

Actually felt them. Oh and felt them. And then THAT kind of statement from...there was so much 'what' at that moment that she actually didn't know what to do. Save for slowly turn her head to try and see just who it was.

[ninjainviolet]

Sheena, for her part, had been methodically looking for a light switch. Now, she probably could have used a Lightning Bolt or two to light up the room, but she didn't want to scare the other person who was still sleeping.

At least, she hoped they were still sleeping...

Section by section, she searched the walls looking for that switch, until she came to the rules on the door. What the hell is Seven Minutes in Heaven? she asked herself, resuming her search with a renewed purpose--and had moved on to the next wall--when a noise behind her made her turn. Just in time to avoid being kicked.

"Hey! Watch what you're doing!"

[persistentdawn]

Holy shit there was someone else in there with her.

Holy shit, how LONG has there been someone else in there with her? Who put them here?! ...Did she put them here!? Oh you have got to be kidding, this was all kinds of wrong now. Which is probably why Alkaid hadn't made a sound or a move for a good few moments after Sheena did.

And when she did, it was high energy. Spinning around so fast, it could of triggered tornado warnings. Jumping back as far as she could to put some distance between herself and this stranger. And immediately pulling out a pair of short swords from seemingly thin air. That sealed it, she had to be in the game still, she thought.

It was the only non "stranger danger" thought that ran through her head in the last thirty seconds.

"Who the hell are you?!"

Natasha Romanoff | MCU - canon point in post CA:TWS

[mostlyred]

ＷＡＮＤＥＲＩＮＧ ＡＲＯＵＮＤ ＴＨＥ ＤＯＭＥ:

[Well, this was new. She'd seen a lot of interesting things between SHIELD and Stark, but a dome with the technology to rip people from their worlds all in the name of science? There were some crazy things out in the world, but this was madness.

Keen eyes scan the projected sky as she roams through the City Center. She makes mental note of any cameras she spots, scrolling through the network on her device to see who else might be here from home. Weaknesses are her next target, mapping things out with escape routes in mind should things take a turn for the worst.

She keeps her expression as neutral as possible, she makes a point to dip in and out of any store or coffee shop she can find. She could worry about how she woke up and what the hell was in her neck later. Joys of her training was prioritizing and compartmentalizing and putting emotions off to the side.

After weaving her way through the town enough to have her bearings, she doubles back into the most open coffee shop she'd spotted - grabbing a cup and offering a smile to anyone she sees. It's easy enough to shift gears and grab as much info as she can in the least painful way possible. It helps that she's pretty and knows how to use it.

Finding an occupied table, she politely waves and bites her lower lip.]

Is this seat taken?

ＡＩ ＡＴＴＡＣＫ:

[Natasha had either missed or intentionally ignored the warnings about the southern part of the city, curiosity getting the best of her. It was a strange thing, the lack of police presence around here. It should have been her first warning, but she'd never done well at being told not to do something.

It had been going rather smoothly, at least until she'd unintentionally kicked the hornet's nest and earned a nice follower. He wasn't human, that much she'd figured out when she'd thrown a knife and it had barely made a scratch. This felt like New York all over again and she wasn't a fan. She knew when she was outmatched, running and looking for the best spot to win back the upper-hand.

Rounding another corner, she hugs it tightly and grips the wall to anchor herself as she pushes against it for leverage to give herself a little air, her momentum carry her into a take down maneuver she tended to opt for when dealing with a stronger opponent. If she can incapacitate him long enough to safely get away, it could be the difference between life and death.

Pulling another knife out from under her leather jacket, she searches for a weak point hoping that he might at least have a main vein or something she could hit to slow him down. She wasn't gonna waste time trying to figure out just how close to humans they were - not when she only had one chance to get this right. Jamming the knife into his neck after using his momentum to take him to the ground, she doesn't stick around to see if it actually did anything.

Don't mind her as she sprints through streets, trying to at least give everyone she sees a heads up that there's a pissed off thing possibly heading this way.]

ＣＨＯＯＳＥ ＹＯＵＲ ＯＷＮ ＡＤＶＥＮＴＵＲＥ:

[Feel free to find her on the beach or maybe checking out one of the sections of the island. You might even catch her trying to hack one of the cameras.]

The South Part of Town

[true_noir]

[No, she wasn't the only one who spent time in places that sensible people should have thought better about frequenting. As she was rising from the collapsed form of the AI, there was a sound of someone twisting and spinning on a bar above her head. An acrobatic maneuver caused a figure to land hard on a small catwalk just above her head, where a fire-escape ladder stood, still locked in place. A kick, and the young purple haired thing winked as the ladder came down with a clatter.]

Making friends are we, red?

[No, she had no idea who Natasha was. It was simply a convenient nickname. The young woman looked to be in her twenties and athletic on a level that just seemed beyond what was natural, as she leaped upwards and began scrambling up the fire escape faster than she would have on the steps.]

If you're going to follow, be a dear and close the ladder on your way up.

Yeeeeeeeeeeees

[mostlyred]

A girl should always make friends wherever she goes.

[And she's been called worse, in fact the nickname doesn't even phase her. The response is quickly fired off as she doesn't even hesitate to swing onto the ladder, landing a well-placed kick to the AI trying to grab her ankle.

It's a quick ascension and a little creativity to keep the thing off the ladder as she pulls it up. While she's not sure that'll keep it down there for long, it might be enough to give them a chance.

The acrobatic moves are followed once Natasha's sure the ladder's up - giving a little laugh.]

I take it you have a little experience dealing with these things?

=| Natasha, dammit

[americanclassic]

[Steve didn't live in the south part of town, but he did find himself strolling through it on occasion, some need to make sure trouble was kept to a minimum driving him to peek in on the 'bad part' of his new location. The fact that a city like this had a bad part was telling in and of itself, but that didn't stop him from the occasional pass-by or walk through.

It seemed timing was key, as he was currently just finishing one up when he heard sounds of a pursuit, saw a flash of red that had him frowning, then the form of an AI following after. He was just on the edge of an alcove, watching Natasha -- Natasha? goddammit, Natasha, running by, an AI with a knife in its neck following after her. He was part relieved to see her and resigned that he'd see her with something trying to kill her. She certainly knew how to make friends.

He waited until she just finished passing him, stepping out of the cover of the alcove and pulling his shield out from behind him, whipping it around towards the AI. Between the android's momentum and Steve's, the shield managed to get itself lodged in a metallic chest, Steve's follow through driving it into the wall beside the alcove. There was a painful sounding twist of metal and a few sparks, then the automaton stilled, head lolling to the side. He reached for the knife in its neck, pulling it out before bracing a foot on it to wrench his shield free.

Then he turned to see if the other Avenger had kept running or was anywhere near enough to follow after.

Dames... can't take them anywhere.]

=D Just doing some sightseeing /cough

[mostlyred]

[She almost doesn't double back to see who'd been behind her, but the sound of the shield moving through the air is extremely familiar. She spins to watch, a breath escaping that she hadn't realized she'd been holding.

There's no way the AI could have survived getting split in half by his shield. Making her way over to him, her calm demeanor is back in place - offering a little smile as she reaches for the knife once his shield is freed.]

Hey, stranger. Fancy meeting you here.

sup boo

[aftershocksremain]

[ To most, this would be a prison. An Orson Wells-esque, big brother is watching you sort of deal. The cameras, the security. The fact that the sky is fake.

But Gabe? Gabe's never felt more alive. It's not that he has victims, or prey to fall back on--it's that he doesn't. It's a strange feeling, one that doesn't exactly make him elated. He misses his family and he misses messing with them, sure, but this is more opportunities. He's not grounded, not anymore. He can fly.

Not literally, of course, but Gabe finds himself in a coffee shop. That's what most people his age did, anyway, wasn't it? Since he was 18. Stay in coffee shops. Be pretentious. Pretend they knew everything about old black and white movies and politics. Gabe supposes he could, too.

He spots the redhead--pretty, but meaning business--ducking in and then out, but doesn't think much about it. It's just yet another person in a busy, busy world. Let her go about and do whatever it is people did. It's when she comes in the second time that Gabe perks up, a cup of coffee long gone cold in his hands. No cream or sugar, not a single sip taken from it. ]

Stood up?

[ He's guessing she's the type to stand up her dates, though. ]

oh heeeeeey

[mostlyred]

[Shooting for innocent rather than intimidating, she offers a smile - turning as though the voice had surprised her.]

Who, me? Oh no. I was looking for a friend who's around here somewhere. Figured I'd try the coffee while I was at it.

[She gives a little laugh, flipping on the charm as she slides into the chair. It wasn't a full out lie - she was looking it just wasn't for anyone in particular.]

Besides, I always have a better time making a new friend rather than sitting off on my own. I'm Natalie.

[A hand extends across the table, her other still wrapped around her cup of coffee. The alias rolls off her tongue with a practiced grace, not trusting anyone in this coffee shop - not yet.]

Guy Eldoon >> Apollo Justice: Ace Attorney >> (Canon point PRE-canon, when he was still a doctor!)

[salty_old_doc]

"Goddamn, this chica has way too many clothes..." Guy muttered under his breath, as he slapped yet another fancy dress out of his way, in his attempt to get past the CLOTHES in here, and find the Goddamned DOOR! At any rate, he at long last encountered another warm body in this wardrobe, hopefully not the chica who he was so thoroughly lambasting and cursing just now...

And then, he found his eyes adjusting to the low lights of the closet enough to make out the sign above the door, which he was within steps of at this point... "Oh dammit, not this shit, here... I have a wife, dammit! A wife I love very much! Seriously, doll: I'm sure you're cute and all but-- well... I promised my wife I would never cheat on her with anyone but this one patient of mine, who we both are very fond of-- one Diego Armando, you understand..."

[[Oh PLEASE let there be a DIEGO somewhere out there.... ;) ♥]]

Allie Stoklasa | OC | F/M

[pipewrenchfights]

[OOC: Brief rundown of her background and personality here. I don't mind if you want to use prose or brackets to respond.]

What was making that relentless banging and thumping? Why that would be Allie, grunting each time she slammed her shoulder into the door, or her foot, or her fist. The list detailing the rules of the game was crumpled and tossed carelessly on the floor (along with a couple of frilly blouses and dresses because frustration made her petulant).

The door didn't give, despite her ruthless assault. She took a step back, lip curled and twitching as she gave the door a sour stare. Finally, realizing the futility of her attacks, she spun around and folded her arms, dropping back to recline against the door. Her fair complexion was flushed with irritation as she closed her eyes. She took a deep breath, held it, and counted backwards. Ten...nine...eight...

Slowly, little by little, she let the held breath escape through her gritted teeth. Fine. Whatever. She'd play the stupid game...after elbowing the door one last time to make her displeasure very clear.

"Awright, I'm guessin' there's someone else in here, since I can't exactly make out with myself. C'mon out. I won't bitecha." Not unless they gave her a good reason, anyway.

Ghosthunter + sort of ghost?

[aftershocksremain]

Gabe is a normal american male. Sort of. For simplicity's sake, he pretends he's a normal american male. Apple pie and baseball and key club and football and the list went on and on and on.

He didn't need rules for seven minutes in heaven. It was pretty much ingrained in every TV show, every dumb college movie. Every stupid romance novel or teen fiction that his sister pretended not to read.

He's not expecting himself to be in an actual closet, however, especially not after a rather tumultuous night at the Goodman household. Nor is he expecting a fiery redhead--pun intended--to be the one to wake him up with a rather alarming amount of clanging.

Was this what sleep felt like? A groggy head, and a cotton-like view of things for a few moments?

"You could always try hitting the door again," Comes his voice, sarcastic and bright, and Gabe flashes the other a smile. He's harmless. Really. A bland conversation starter, maybe, but Gabe is trying to sink his claws on something. Find something to mentally steady himself.

Works for me!

[pipewrenchfights]

'I could try hitting you,' is what she almost says, but she reins in her temper. Tries to, anyway. Her blunt nails sink a little deeper into her arms when she realizes...they stuck her with a kid. A clean-cut good-looking kid, but still obviously a lot younger than her. More worrisome, why are the hairs on the back of her neck starting to prickle...?

"How old are you?" she shoots point blank, jerking her chin at him indicatively. She'd made it this far without landing in jail, and she wasn't going to take any chances just because someone dumped her in a closet with a ridiculously sturdy and well-crafted door.

What she should be asking is whether or not he's dead, but she's trying to figure him out. If he's a ghost, he sure doesn't look like the ghosts she's dealt with in the past. He looks normal for one, and corporeal for another.

I don't know what I am doing here, do I even go here?!?!?! Maybe, maybe not.

[neartridire]

Now Percival is accustomed to sleeping in less than a comfortable bed. He is a Knight of Camelot after all, however a closet? That is a shade of something he has never seen before. First off, he does not even know what a closet is, second, it is a bit cramped. He had no choice but to shift stiff muscles and rise to his feet, there was no stretch room for a man of his size after all.

The sign was the next strange thing, what did the words on it mean? It was certainly not a phrase one heard in Camelot and it confused the Knight. He stood there, he looked at the sign. He looked all around him. Then he began to feel around and attempt to find a way out.

"Strange...." It was all very, very strange.

[leekspins]

First there was the sound of clinking metal. That got Orihime's attention first as she slowly came back to her senses. Something was clinking. A machine?

A robot?!

No, not a robot, she chided herself, wincing as she pushed herself groggily up to her feet. Just because this place was filled with robots didn't automatically mean they were going to be at the root of every problem. More's the pity. She grabbed a fistful of cloth, pushing aside a pair of thick winter coats, only to find herself face to face, openly staring, at a knight.

A knight.

A real knight.

What else could he be? He wore the armor, the tabard, and there was definitely a noble sort of air to the way he held himself. She blinked, taken aback, and for a long while she said nothing. Then she straightened, hands drifting back to her sides. 'Strange,' he'd said. She couldn't agree more. What should she say? What would be the best way of eliminating the surprise and discomfort of their unexpected meeting?

"...Which way to the beach? Ha ha!"

Well, she thought it was funny, anyway.

[neartridire]

That his state of confusion had clouded his senses was proven when Percival pulled up tight at her voice. How had he not noticed that there was someone in here with him. Percival was careful when he moved this time. Aware that his size made this a small space for him, it certainly did her no favors either he was sure.

She sounded as if she was joking and as his eyes lit upon the chestnut haired beauty his head titled. Percival looked at her in confusion for many a moment as he wondered exactly what she meant.

"I don't know what you mean, My Lady." He shifted, pushed clothing from his way to get a better view. A coat snagged on his sword and the Knight had to glance away from her and down to it to free the weapon without drawing it.

Orihime Inoue | Bleach | F/M for ships, OTA otherwise

[leekspins]

[OOC: If you want a non-closet scene, or something written out in brackets, go for it! I'm game.]

Face flushed, Orihime just...put the list of rules back on the wall, and gave it a quick smoothing with her hand before backing away. So this was one of those experiments that Chloe had warned her about. She supposed just kissing someone wasn't so bad, but even that was a pretty big step for her. She'd never kissed anyone before, and when given the one chance to kiss the person she loved, she'd pulled back.

What if she was a terrible kisser? What if she drooled, or accidentally bashed in someone's nose?! She felt as if she should apologize pre-emptively to whoever else was in here with her.

Was that person even awake yet? Or had they already seen the sign and retreated to some dimly lit corner to wait for Orihime to find them? Personally, she hoped it was the latter, just in case this other person had a bad temper and wanted to attack the door. Carefully she brushed aside some of the clothes, trying to make her way through the cramped closet. "Hello?" She could feel the spiritual presence of someone very close by.

And if the person wasn't careful, then she was likely to literally trip over them.

alright, Orihime... Here's a bloody UNDERUTILISED Aizen, for you... ;) ♥

[luz_traidora]

Alright, so... Where was he, now? Where was he? Certainly not anywhere inside the Seireitei, he could feel that much, for he could not sense any of the reishi that made up the damned Soul Society--- that he would rule one day, naturally, of that he was also certain. He grimaced slightly as he awoke, his head throbbing something terrible-- as if someone had actually gotten the drop on him, for once... Not that that was very likely, after all; he was Aizen Sousuke, bi-yatch!

Of course, he was still not certain just what had happened to him, and thus: he opened his eyes slowly, and reached out for his glasses, which were, strangely enough, still on his face, more or less. They did need minor adjustments, of course, given the way he'd been laying, but still... He was not blind, at least!

He did know one thing, at least, as soon as he opened his eyes: he was in an Earthly closet. With-- lots and LOTS of clothing, all around him! He grimaced slightly, as he pushed aside a row of dresses over his head, in order to sit up, and then, of course, grinned as soon as he saw a-- somewhat familiar face, at least. The girl who had befriended Rukia, wasn't this? The redhead? She was rather pretty, at least, and so... When his newly adjusted glasses landed upon the sign upon the door, well... He couldn't help but grin to himself, looking-- almost coy. He then turned the smile upon her, with his trademarked Winning Smile™, that had won him both the cover and the mid-year slots within the last three years' Shinigami calendars...

[[Let me know if this doesn't work for you, darling... I can fix whatever is wrong with this set-up! ; ) ♥]]

[leekspins]

[OOC: Set up works fine! But if you wanted concrit, let me know, since I try not to give it out uninvited. :D]

It seemed Aizen spotted Orihime before she saw him, for in that brief span of seconds, her complexion was normal, and her stance was fairly relaxed. But the moment their gazes met, everything changed. Her eyes widened, and the color drained from her face. It had nothing to do with the thought of kissing this man; the rules of the closet had completely fled her mind the moment she realized who was lying in front of her.

She took a step back.

Why was he smiling like that? Why had he donned his captain's coat again...? Her hand came to rest over her mouth as her brow furrowed and her mind raced almost as fast as her pulse. He was dangerous, capable of crushing her in an instant if he so desired. When last they parted, he'd made it clear that her life no longer held any value to him. He'd left her to die, unprotected against the denizens of Hueco Mundo.

But he looked just as he had before unveiling himself as a traitor to Soul Society. What was going on? Was it possible that he'd been pulled her from a different point of time? Orihime swallowed past the lump in her throat, venturing ignorance.

"Who are you...? A shinigami?"

Depending on his response, she would know if she had to fight, or play dumb. She hoped for the latter, because she didn't stand a chance against his power.