The Horoscope Meme!

[pseudociding]

 

Maybe you're skimming the headlines on the morning paper or studying the
constellations in an observatory. You'll come across it eventually, your
horoscope--a little section of the day's dos and don'ts buried under
the editorial columns, or perhaps you can read them yourself as they're
written in the stars. But it's just astrology, right? It's not something
to take seriously. So what if your future is written in the stars?

1:Post with your Name | Fandom | 
2: Get either a number from the random number generator or feel free to use the Astrological symbol of your character's birthday for your scenario!
3: Respond to others with the number you get.
4: HAVE FUN.

The Scenarios:
1 Aries ♈ Meteor impact;
you have 24 hours to live; how will you spend them? In the company of
this stranger? Or is it someone you've known forever? Either way, it's
your last day, so make it count.

2 Taurus ♉ Earthquake; 
you're dangling from a crack in the ground, just out of reach of your
possible savior. They reach out to take your hand but can't muster the
strength to haul you up. Will you persevere or urge them to let go?

3 Gemini ♊ Evil twin; 
you are accused of a crime you didn't commit; this person says it was
you, someone who looked exactly like you. They demand vengeance. What to
do?

4 Cancer ♋ Zombie apocalypse; 
you've killed the ones closest to you and find yourself in the company
of an infected individual. Put them out of their misery now or wait for
them to turn?

5 Leo ♌ Blazing inferno;
you caused it, but the one you saved thinks you're the hero.

6 Virgo ♍ Deformity; 
whether through an accident or some other cause, you've now lost your
best talent (to wield a sword, shoot lasers out of your eyes, etc.).

:7 Libra ♎ Incarceration;
you are on death row and are allowed one last conjugal visit.

8 Scorpio ♏ Poison;
you are heavily aphro'd, but if you give into temptation, death is what awaits. They do say lust is poison...

9 Ophiuchus ⛎
Anything goes!

10 Sagittarius ♐ Hunting;
you are on the run, and someone's tasked to hunt you down no matter what.

11 Capricorn ♑ Vengeance; 
someone you stepped on when you were an up and comer has come to exact
revenge. Maybe you took what was rightfully theirs: lover, job, etc.

12 Aquarius ♒ Outer space;
you're both sharing an oxygen canister with a limited supply.

13 Pisces ♓ Drowning;
wake up to someone giving you mouth-to-mouth.

Comments

[diabhal]

Aw, that's sweet, Doc. That really is. [He grins, leaning on a railing and looking at the Doctor and, more importantly, the console.]

[mattersverymuch]

Interesting.

[ Not a good Samaritan, then. This man is just. How amusing. ]

[ The marquis leans against the wall, crossing his arms, still grinning. Pleased as he is to be alive, annoyed as not knowing everything about a given situation makes him, he is curious, and hopes the both of them reveal more. ]

[aintno_grave]

Stop looking at the console, Jim. Better yet -- [The Doctor stops in his movements, glaring at him.] -- turn around. Face the door. Rassilon knows that you'd be the one to figure this all out. [And before the Doctor does, no less.]

[diabhal]

Oh, why do you have to be so mean to me~? I just don't deserve any of it. [Yes, that is a whine edging into his voice. It'd probably affect the Doctor in anyway except anger and annoyance if Jim took that shit-eating smirk from his face.]

[aintno_grave]

[His voice is just dry, dryer, dryest and he's got a put-upon look on his face, not totally dissimilar to many that his previous companions has worn on theirs.] Last time we met, you stole my TARDIS and threaten to kill my friends and I.

[An everyday occurrence in his life and, hey, the danger comes with the job, but NOBODY messes with his TARDIS. So, he's just going to end it right there and speak to the other man; hopefully, that'll go better for him.]

Any particular spot I need to drop you off at... um -- actually, I don't think I caught your name, did I? [Or maybe he did. He can be kind of bad with them.]

[mattersverymuch]

[ He glances from one to the other, following them like a tennis match. It's so disappointing when it stops. ]

The marquis de Carabas, at your service. Or vice versa.

[ It occurs to him to be irritated at the fact that he will owe this man a favor - but will he ever call it in? The marquis doubts it. He doesn't seem the sort. ]

And - London will do. [ He can slip back into the sewers easily enough. ]