gammeme | Test Drive Meme #2

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Test Drive Meme #2

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 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.

Edited 2015-08-14 22:30 (UTC)

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!"

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[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?

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[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.]

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[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.]

Edited 2015-08-15 05:59 (UTC)

"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.... ;) ♥]]

Edited 2015-08-17 03:00 (UTC)

[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.

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.

[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.

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Kat | DmC: Devil May Cry (Reboot)

Alkaid | .hack//GU

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