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Meme Journal ([personal profile] socksonfeets) wrote in [community profile] bakerstreet2012-11-10 03:25 pm

time travel meme


THE TIME-TRAVEL MEME


Somehow, someway, you've mastered time travel! Well done, genius. Maybe it was accidental, maybe you knew exactly what you were doing all along, perhaps you've even been at it a while!

How to play
① Tag in with your name/series/date. The latter should be from your character's perspective! For example, Jane Doe/That Oldie Zombie Series/1945
② Go to RNG and roll 1-10. That's your scenario!
③ Tag around!
④ Have fun. :)



Scenarios

Trapped. Something doesn't seem to be quite right with the machine anymore ...
Long Lost Lovers. You're back in their arms and nothing can separate you, not even time and space itself.
War. You've arrived in the middle of a fight/battlefield. Unless you intended for it to happen, this isn't looking so good.
Sickness. Did that person mention the Black Death?! Better find your friend and get out of the Dark Ages before you start coughing.
Party. Lucky you! There's a hootnanny going down in the past/future and it looks like you're just in time to grab a drink.
Missing. They stole your first time machine, but now you've built another and the chase is on!
Date Night. Nothing says 'oh, Mr. Darcy, oh!' like a romantic blast into the past or a frolic into the future. Whichever historical event is going on around you now, however amazing, it's all foreplay in the grand scheme of things.
Lost. It's years ahead of the times for one of you, but things seem normal enough to the other person.
You Dun Fucked Up, Kid. Which year is it? Which world is this, for that matter? Shit. Looks like you didn't just build a time machine, you're in a whole other universe ... !
Roller's Choice. Pick your own.
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[personal profile] tryingitall 2012-11-25 09:32 pm (UTC)(link)
He looks somewhat odd, the vessel he wears the same as she's ever seen it, but the clothing he's in resembles an old-fashioned military uniform. He looks over his shoulder, hands pressed over a cut that seems to be bleeding light. The person he's healing is unfamiliar, at least.

"That would be me; charmed to meet you, but you shouldn't be here," he frowns. "If the line breaks, you'll get eaten alive. Actually, scratch that; if the line breaks you'll probably just burn to dust. Who are you, by the way?"

"Wait...you were in an antelope? I'm sorry, you've lost m--" The angel he's tending breathes a sudden harsh gasp, like a magnified death-rattle, and he turns back, wings flaring in a swirl of smoke and shadow as if to shield her eyes from the blaze as the Grace discharges and dissipates into nothing.