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An Entire Jamjar Game In Just One Meme

An Entire Jamjar Game In Just One Meme

In this meme, your characters can play out a stereotypical Jamjar game experience in fast- forward.

Note : Please write the prompts in the subject lines, and post the characters under them in this meme.

[The Rules]

1. Look for any prompts you're interested in. If you can't find a prompt you like, you can just make one by writing it down in the subject line.

2. Post as your characters, in as many prompts as you want. Preferences and ideas go in the comment box.

3. Have fun! Please do not be a bag of dicks. No wank, please!

[The Prompts]

1. The Arrivals/Intros - (Example) Where am I, and how do I get home?

2. The missions - (Example) We have to go clean monsters out of the basement? Oh, my...

3. My friend has just gone home, and disappered from the jamjar setting! Woe is me.

4. My friend has come to the game setting again, but doesn't remember me or our friends we made here!

5. The plot twist - (Example) You mean our NPC mentor was one of the bad guys all along?

6. The Final Battle / Endgame - (Example) If we win this one, we get to go home. If we don't, it's game over for the whole world!

7. Saying goodbye - The great adventure is over, and now it is time to go home...

8. The after game reunion! All the characters have been invited to a big reunion party...It's time to see how everybody is doing!

9 Anything Else/ Wildcard/Make up your own prompt!

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[Ted looks around, confused.]

What just...?

What's happened to the sitting room...?

Probably the same thing that happened to my basement lab. [shruuuuuuug] Who knows? Too bad about the bar.

[Meaning the fact that there isn't one.]

[Ted misses the sarcasm and looks around, a bit perplexed at not actually seeing a bar.] Um...right. [He decides it's not an issue worth pursuing, since it seems the fellow before him is at least equally surprised to not be in his own home.]

So...I'm not exactly sure what is going on. I mean, has this sort of thing ever happened to you before? Do you often try to go to your sitting room- [he quickly corrects himself]- I mean, your basement, and then wind up...here?

[Eye. Brow. Because seriously, the bar thing was not that hard to figure out, buddy.]

Not usually, but sometimes I wind up places and don't remember how I got there.

[Pause]

There are usually more women involved, though.

[Ted chuckles.] Ah, yes. Women, eh? Not that I'd know anything about that sort of thing.

By the way, is that an American accent I hear? Are you American?

Edited 2013-04-22 19:30 (UTC)

[Tony eyes him. Okay, yeah, that's probably true. Considering. He opts to answer the second question.]

All my life. What about you? I'm going with... not American.

Ah, you're right there! [He grins, laughing a little.] I'm Irish. Father Ted Crilly. [Ted extends his hand for a handshake with Mr. Stark.]

[A priest. Suspicion confirmed. Should Tony feel guilty? Naaaaaaah. He has no shame. He offers his own hand and shakes.] Tony Stark. Nice to meet you.

Right so...Tony. [Ted's face returns to one of more seriousness.] How do you suppose we got here? I mean, it doesn't seem to be a bad place, just... [he looks the room over again] empty. And I was sort of hoping to have a nice cup of tea in my sitting room before all this. I don't see any tea here.

[He considers that for a moment, then shakes his head.] I got nothing. [He doesn't sound all that concerned, but Tony's default is 'unflappable.' He's actually more than a little concerned about the fact that they're suddenly here with no obvious how, or way to get back. BUt he's going to ignore that for now.] We could always try curtain number one. [He gestures to the door--the only real feature in this place.] Maybe your tea will be on the other side. And my scotch.

[Ted stares at the door.] Oh. Yes, well, that would seem like the best place to start...

[Waiting a second to see if Tony makes a move first, Ted approaches the door and grabs at the door knob. Only to quickly release it and jump back.]

AHH! Christ Almighty! That door knob is really, really hot! [He begins waving his hand up and down in an effort to cool it.]

[Tony's eyebrows went up--both at the swearing and at the reaction to the doorknob.]

So--what? We're trapped in a room with no way out? I don't feel claustrophobic at all, do you?

[Ted continues to shake his hand. It still burns and he looks at it to see it's turning red.]

I...I don't know! This door is useless! Is there any other way out? How did we get in?

[He begins look around, trying to see, despite all the previous scannings of the room, if there is maybe another hidden door somewhere.]

[Tony started moving around too, giving a side eye to the door. He found it hard to believe that that wasn't the way out, but if they couldn't touch the knob, they'd need some other way to make it work for them.

Too bad he didn't have his suit.]

I don't remember coming in, so I can't say.

[He started pressing his hands against the walls. Who knew? Maybe there was a hidden exit. Weirder things had happened.]

[Ted's searches for a hidden door are turning up fruitless.]

I'm not finding anything, are you?

[He tries a bit longer then throws up his hands.] God! I have no idea how anyone could just somehow appear in a room like this and get trapped! And all I wanted was a nice cup of tea! [Frustrated, Ted feels around in his pocket for his cigarettes, but to his chagrin realizes he's left them somewhere else.] Great, and I don't even have any smokes. There's nothing in this room!

[His eyes return to the door, as there doesn't look like there's any other way out.]

Nothing.

[Tony eyes the door, too, and moves toward it. He doesn't touch the knob--yet--but he wants a closer look. It's clearly the only way in or out of this place, and they have to have got in here somehow. He kicks at it, but it doesn't open. He hadn't really expected it to.]

What are we supposed to break it down or something?

[He's starting to get impatient, and smashing a door is beginning to sound like a really good idea.]

[Ted laughs nervously] Ha! Break it down? It's a thick wooden door! How could we do that?

I mean, I suppose it is the only way out... [His eyes return to the door, dejected.] I-If only one of us had an axe...o-or super human strength....

[Having neither, Ted crosses his arms and tries to ponder alternative solutions.]

I have a battery in my chest. [Wry, self-deprecating smile.]

[Ted stares back at the man. Only now does he notice the light in his chest. Is that the "battery" the man's talking about? Shouldn't it be more to the left?]

...a battery? You mean, like a pace-maker? How does that help? If anything, doesn't that make you weaker, always worrying something might set it off?

Uh... not really like a pacemaker at all, actually. It's kind of complicated. But cool. Definitely cool. [It's important that Ted knows that the arc reactor is cool, okay?]

[Ted is not so convinced. The battery looks like a Simon game were the colors stripped from it.]

And...what exactly does it do if not help your heart beat...?

[Good thing you didn't say that out loud, Ted. Tony would be so pained. He has an ego to maintain, after all.]

It keeps a bunch of shrapnel out of my heart. So that's pretty cool.

[Pause.]

Oh, right. And it powers my suit. Iron Man. [NBD.]

Edited 2013-05-13 18:20 (UTC)

[Ted stares at Tony. He knows "Iron Man", the song by Black Sabbath, but isn't exactly up-to-date on superheroes. But Ted notes that Tony says that his battery has kept shrapnel out of his heart- the fact that Tony had shrapnel heading towards his heart most likely means he's been in a war zone. Is he a military sort?]

...so you were in the army, then? Did...Did they ever train you how to get out of situations like this?

What--woah. No. I used to be a weapons manufacturer. I was in an explosion--kind of a long story. [shrug] It was all over the news. Don't they get the news where you're from?

[Ted sort of hangs his head sheepishly.] Um, not...not really, no. It's a very small place, where I'm from. Not much news from the Mainland, as it were.

[That's not a total lie- Craggy Island is relatively small and remote. And the news sources that reach the island are very limited as well. But truth of the matter is, Ted's never been that into the news, preferring to watch Aliens or pop variety shows and turn off the TV when the news programs begin. But he mustn't let Tony know, or else Mr. Stark might think Ted's some sort of "thicko".]

-But you were in an explosion? Wow! That's got to be incredible! [He pauses.] I mean, not incredible in the sense of 'oh, how fun', because I'm sure it wasn't fun. But, I mean, it's not every day you're in an explosion, huh?

Edited 2013-05-13 18:51 (UTC)

[Have a kind of bemused smile at that, because... that's not really the reaction one usually gets to 'I was in an explosion.']

It... happens more often than you'd think, now. But that was my first one. And it happened without the benefit of the armor, so it did the most damage.

[He tapped at the arc reactor.]

"More often than you'd think"? Well, I guess it's much more dangerous being a weapons manufacturer than I thought! [Pause.]Although I suppose I never really did put much thought into that career path. And I suppose working with dangerous equipment, there's bound to be an accident or two here or there.

[He stares at the arc reactor Tony's tapping.]

Anyway, I guess you're getting by. Modern medical science! It's amazing what we can do these days. Do you...do you not still sell weapons, then?

[Tony considers explaining the events surrounding his 'accident,' then dismisses the idea. It's not really relevant right now, and it doesn't really make the best, most ego-friendly story.

Well, except for the part where he'd built an arc reactor out of what amounted to scraps, but he can brag about that later.]

No, I'm in the green energy field these days. It's a little easier on the conscience.

Yes, I suppose that's true.

[Ted nods as he turns to look at the locked door. He seems to ponder it a moment.] Still, if only we had something like the equipment you used to make. Maybe a bazooka or a missle? I'd think one of those would be enough to deal with a door like this!

And probably blow both of us up.

[shrug.]

Missiles aren't always the answer. I think I'd settle for a laser cutting torch.

I wonder if there's anything around here we can use to build something like that...

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An Entire Jamjar Game In Just One Meme

The Arrivals/Intros - (Example) Where am I, and how do I get home?

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Too bad you aren't wearing your suit, Tony. :X

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The missions - (Example) We have to go clean monsters out of the basement? Oh, my...

My friend has just gone home, and disappered from the jamjar setting! Woe is me.

My friend has come to the game setting again, but doesn't remember me or our friends we made here!

The plot twist - (Example) You mean our NPC mentor was one of the bad guys all along?

The Final Battle / Endgame - (Example) If we win this one, we get to go home. If we don't, it's game

Saying goodbye - The great adventure is over, and now it is time to go home...

The after game reunion! All the characters have been invited to a big reunion party...It's time to s