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In media res meme

In media res
(Latin: "in the midst of things")
the practice of beginning an epic or other narrative by plunging
into a crucial situation that is part of a related chain of events.
How to play:
- The action has already begun! No blank top-levels, and something must be happening, whether it's a bar fight or your character's meticulously-constructed house of cards being knocked over by a gust of wind. ETA: Top level comments should contain a starter scenario! Sorry if I wasn't clear enough about that.
- It's okay to assume characters have already been introduced--if by "introduced" you mean "plowed into while on the run from the zombie horde."
- List your preferences, and respect other people's.
- Glance over some ideas to get you started, or RNG if you wanna:
01 Chase Scene: On the run from the cops, or maybe you are the cops. However it works, someone's trying to get away, and someone else doesn't want 'em to. Also good for zombies, dinosaurs, and disaster movies.
02 Gambling: Strangers of all stripes can run into each other at the roulette wheel or poker table, whether it's a classy casino in Monaco or an illegal dice game in a Gotham alleyway.
03 A Formal Affair: Maybe it's an elegant dinner or maybe it's an over-the-top post-Oscar bash, but you're at a party where no expense was spared. Obviously someone is going to start a scene. Maybe it's you.
04 An Informal Affair: Not all parties feature red carpets or the family silver. Sometimes you just want to hang out with friends. Sometimes that's not as easy as it sounds. Maybe the barbecue grill's on fire. Maybe the host is. Whatever--this is not as relaxing as planned.
05 In Flagrante: This isn't what you think! Or maybe it is. Either way, someone got busted, and it looks bad. This doesn't have to be NSFW; there are lots of embarrassing things you can get caught doing with your pants on.
06 Lost: I thought you printed the directions! Unfamiliar city or middle of nowhere, you are lost. Maybe the other character's lost with you, or maybe they can give you some guidance.
07 Fight Scene: Bars, battles, barbarians--the punches or bullets are flying, and you're in the middle of it. Will you escape with your roguish good looks intact? Will you escape at all?
08 Handcuffed Together: Some prompts are evergreen, okay.
09 Roll Your Own: Ice skating rink, pirates, picnic lunch raided by giant radioactive ants...I can't think of everything.
02 Gambling: Strangers of all stripes can run into each other at the roulette wheel or poker table, whether it's a classy casino in Monaco or an illegal dice game in a Gotham alleyway.
03 A Formal Affair: Maybe it's an elegant dinner or maybe it's an over-the-top post-Oscar bash, but you're at a party where no expense was spared. Obviously someone is going to start a scene. Maybe it's you.
04 An Informal Affair: Not all parties feature red carpets or the family silver. Sometimes you just want to hang out with friends. Sometimes that's not as easy as it sounds. Maybe the barbecue grill's on fire. Maybe the host is. Whatever--this is not as relaxing as planned.
05 In Flagrante: This isn't what you think! Or maybe it is. Either way, someone got busted, and it looks bad. This doesn't have to be NSFW; there are lots of embarrassing things you can get caught doing with your pants on.
06 Lost: I thought you printed the directions! Unfamiliar city or middle of nowhere, you are lost. Maybe the other character's lost with you, or maybe they can give you some guidance.
07 Fight Scene: Bars, battles, barbarians--the punches or bullets are flying, and you're in the middle of it. Will you escape with your roguish good looks intact? Will you escape at all?
08 Handcuffed Together: Some prompts are evergreen, okay.
09 Roll Your Own: Ice skating rink, pirates, picnic lunch raided by giant radioactive ants...I can't think of everything.

Han Solo || Solo: A Star Wars Story
Juno Steel | The Penumbra Podcast
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[Sometimes, Juno's clients lead him to some interesting places. If there's one thing that Juno actually likes about this case, it's the fact that he got a free invite to this fancy-ass party and is free to stuff his pockets full of crab cakes while waiting on the target to make a move. A simple job--watch the host to head into the back room, wait a few minutes, then bust in there and expose the whole plot in front of everyone.
...Easy enough if it weren't for the fact that, y'know, one of the host's goons recognized him and was now plowing their way through the crowd to mash his face into a paste. He stuffs a crab cake into his mouth and taps on the shoulder of the person nearest to him--]
Hey, you. I'll pay you twenty creds if you can throw a bunch of hors d'oeuvres at that guy. If you keep him distracted, I'll up it to fifty.
[He pronounces "hors d'oeuvres" as "horse divorce".]
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If you think you can keep me locked in here, you've got another th--
[The door clicks shut.]
Oh, c'mon! You can't just walk off while I'm doing a thing!
[He lets out a frustrated growl, slumping back as much as he can while handcuffed to this other person. He's really putting his life in their hands, huh?]
Whatever. I've got a plasma cutter in my coat, think you can reach it from here?
100% canonblind but your starters are really engaging and fun. 03? ♥
Sorry, I don't waste good food. But maybe I can get you a head start.
[ Without bothering to explain, she puts on her acting charm and marches right up to the guy, whose gaze is still hell-bent on Juno.
She probably gives some cliche line, like, "Hey big guy. Wanna dance?" or something equally stupid, but the end result is the same.
She is leaping through a broken window, now pursued by this guy as innocent party-goers are gasping and distancing themselves from the glass. She darts off into the darkness, looking for her apparent partner in crime along the way and catches up with him some distance later. ]
Okay. That did not go as planned.
aaaaa thank u! idk much about life is strange either
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gfdhjk sorry for the delay i was out all day yesterday
all good fam!! ♥
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tony stark : marvel cinematic universe
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For the record, this is one hundred percent your fault. One hundred and ten percent your fault.
Hanzo Shimada / OW / OTA
Dr. Angela 'Mercy' Ziegler ⛨ Overwatch ⛨ OTA
Loretta | OC
mantis | mcu | ota
They are not friendly!
[ The sweet suburban silence that lingers around the park is shattered by an...alien? Cosplay victim gone south? Well, a very strange looking woman barrelling down the walking trail away from a wooded area. Fear holds her face in its grip, should you glance her way at the right moment while she flies past. And what is the horror she flees?
...four raccoons in various stages of grumpiness dart out of the treeline in chase. ]
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Not again!
[ Cue the music! Behind her the sounds of sixteen tiny feet is joined by the booming of two more, rapidly catching up thanks to his longer stride. ]
Is anything on this horrid planet not abhorrent!?
9S | nier: automata | ota
[The building's as vast as it is derelict, multiple deserted floors stacked on top of each other. Might have been some kind of corporate headquarter or fancy apartment complex, at some point? Sometimes the winding staircases open up to wide expanses of empty room, and sometimes they lead to narrow halls with countless doors. And so, naturally, the halls are infinitely more interesting. Who knows what lies behind all these mystery entrances? It seems 9S is almost physically incapable of leaving even one knob untouched.]
Look, maybe this'll be the one we're looking for? I've got a good feeling about this one! It'll just be a quick peek, gimme a second... [Well, though it seems this particular door is more jammed than the others. He has to jiggle the knob a few times, and ends up pushing his shoulder and weight against the door in an effort to shove it open--but he finally succeeds.
Maybe. A little too well.
The door pops inward suddenly enough for him to go stumbling into the room--and so he falls right through the hole in the floor on the other side.
Whoops.]
Oh--!
9B
[9S is pretty great at hacking. He was literally built for it, and he's one of the best of his kind around--a fact he won't hesitate to remind the uninitiated with great pride. So generally it's a pretty effortless affair, and generally he rarely has any actual problems with it...
Naturally, though, there has to be an exception for everything.
Honestly, it's kind of even more embarrassing when it's a request at someone else's behest, and that someone else also happens to be watching over his shoulder during the process. The server in front of him boots him out for a third time, screen flashing in reprimand, and 9S physically reels back a little with a huff of frustration.]
Oh, for the love of--I don't get it, this is ridiculous! How does a machine like this have a defense this complex? Doesn't make any sense...
[He kicks the server a little, in truly flawless hackerman method. But look, sometimes a little physical encouragement can go a long way too? Maybe he's just--trying to cover all his bases here, yeah...]
asahi sas brutus | final fantasy xiv
Flint Marko (William Baker) ||| SANDMAN ||| Marvel
[ It doesn't always end up like this. Despite the common perception of super criminals never scoring a win, Flint gets away with more crimes than not. In and out before anyone can tell he was there or a rare victory against a hero. On the other hand, sometimes you got to know when to fold 'em.
A spiralling twister of sand from the waist down, his loot safely tucked away in a hollow within his chest, he's an unstoppable behemoth as he careens through the streets. Knocking cars spinning, blowing pedestrians off their feet. No real damage... yet. ]
Just give it up! I'll slip away nice and quiet and no one needs to get hurt!
[ He always makes that offer. He just needs the cash, just wants to get away. Just needs one break. But he can't blame anyone for never taking him up on it. For now he can't bring himself to be too broken up by it. The thrill of the chase has always struck him since he was a child running from cops. Despite the fact he currently has no heart, he swears he can hear it pounding in his ears. ]
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[ Sometimes you need to know when to fold 'em. Sometimes you can't afford but to hold 'em. It's not exactly something Flint is opposed to- a good fight is more fun than any civilised man would like to admit. Not that many people would consider the Sinister Sandman particularly civilised. Or anyone who will take a paycheck to beat someone up. He's not sure what his employer has against his opponent, but frankly it's none of his business. ]
Nothin' personal, pal!
[ Though perhaps it's hard not to take a hammer made of sand to the face anything but personally. ]
But I'm making beaucoup bucks to go ten rounds with you and I'm a professional!
[ Though he gets the feeling he's earning that cash- they must have gone three of those ten rounds already. ]
((or you know, whatever.))
Engineer | Team Fortress 2
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The lovely -and teasing- Ms. Seto chided Ezera lightly as they regrouped back at the latter's Kabaret. The green-haired woman cut an impressive figure in her dancing leotard, one almost wondered if she deliberately chose a size too small; given how snug it was against her chest.
Like Ezera, Seto liked to tweak those in authority. And like Ezera, one of her favorite ways to do so was through public dance. However, those in 'power' didn't appreciate the 'fine arts', as it were. The venue the two women had chosen was public, but apparently the troopers didn't agree.
"...lest we run head long into nasty surprises like this, hmmm?" Seto mused, holding out her bared, slender arm...which was currently attached to Ezera's own. The riot officers tried to spray the two women with sticky adhesive foam; but luckily one of their adoring fans during the protest got in the way of the stream. Nonetheless, both girls got splattered and escape was a very near thing. Seto lost a slipper in some of the goo that got scattered on the ground, and it was lucky that Ezera's penchant for going barefoot didn't lead to a catastrophe.
As it was, they were lucky only to be glued right arm to left arm, not to mention all the hanging bits of yellow adhesive goo clinging to them. Experimentally, Seto tried drawing her arm back, but the rubbery elasticity drew the green-haired woman's arm back into Ezera's.
"Sigh. Well, we always were attached to each other. Now it's just literal." Seto mused. "I trust you have an oh-so clever way of getting us out of this, don't you?"
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9. I too like to live dangerously
You know you've found yourself in remarkable circumstances when Oni Don't Give A Fuck Girard is suddenly an authority on fire safety code. Those extenuating circumstances involve the oven. Or the stove. Or the oven and the stove-- Which is currently on fire.
Oni threw open cabinet doors, pans and lids clattering noisily to the floor while she searched for a pot large enough to fill with water. Her luck, it'd be a grease fire, and she'd be rewarded with a tower of flames tall enough to make Tolkien blush for her efforts.
"Go check th'stairwell! Maybe there's one hidin' on th'landing..."
What other way is there?
I don't know and I don't wanna find out
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Cayde-6 | Destiny
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Whoa! [He may or may not have been able to dodge that particular blast, but at least 9S doesn't need to find out, and he finds he's quite fine with it when he's unceremoniously grabbed by the arm and tossed behind some boulders alongside Cayde. He rolls into a sitting position next to the guy, wincing as the errant robot shot bursts against stone with enough force to flicker the display on his visor.] --Thanks! Haven't got any grenades though, sorry. Pod, provide cover fire! Try missiles!
Affirmative. [The small machine that's been bobbing dutifully close over his shoulder up to this point replies promptly, in a woman's voice far too serene for the current events. Floating up just above the boulders, small missiles start deploying from it in batches; the damage output might be pretty measly from these, especially against the aggressive robot armor out there, but they do home in towards targets and pop very divertingly against their shielding.
Give their cover boulders just a little more shelf life, maybe. 9S props himself up on his knees, trying to get a better look at their robot opponents over Cayde's shoulder.]
Geez, how many of them are out there?! I can't get a decent count when they keep teleporting around like that, but...I wanna see if I can hack in to one of these guys. [He reaches up over his shoulder to pull a katana from the sheath ring on his back, sighing.] I'll need to get closer, though. Which means I'll need cover. Not sure how long it'll take until I get a look at their defenses...if you've got other ideas I'm all ears?
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Nakahara Chuuya | Bungou Stray Dogs
Penny ✼ A Song Of Ice And Fire
shouta aizawa | my hero academia
drizzt | forgotten realms
Owen Grady | Jurassic World | OTA
Tiger | Grayson