If you could be any you, who would you be? [OPEN]

[radiopalkiller]

Who: EVERYBODY!
Where: TV Wonderland
When: June 29th - July 1st
Rating: anything from Teletubbies to Game of Thrones
Summary:
As announced this will be a catch-all post for shorter scenes, commercials, or things you simply don't want to make an entry for.

1. If you want to involve your character in anything and everything, leave a blank comment with them and see what others drag them into! Other characters will respond and set a random scene for the two (or three or seven) of you.


2. If you only have one particular thing in mind then set it up in a comment and wait for replies of anybody who wants to play along with the idea and stumble into that scene in their next response (or mark the thread CLOSED if you already have participants in mind)!

The Story:
Over the course of the event, everyone will be forced to act out various stereotypical roles and common tropes. The setting immediately around them will change randomly into settings from cliche popular media, complete with mediocre side-character NPCs who will never break character. It will become clear very quickly that they are expected to act out a particular role in the scene. They might be expected to be a tough cop, or a handsome sexy doctor, or someone’s evil twin come back from the dead, or any number of terrible tropes – and these tropes do not necessarily have anything to do with who the character is or what they do for a living. They could be the most innocent person and suddenly find themselves forced into the role of a hardened criminal.

Comments

[supertemp]

"Well, I reckon it could be worse, we could be stuck in some sort of horror film or something." Unsurprisingly, the disembodied voices laugh again, and Donna finds herself instantly regretting her words. At least a horror film wouldn't have that bloody laugh track.

"Shall we, then?" She jerks her head in the direction of the restaurant.

[not_apriest]

"Right." He steps forward and opens the door, holding it for her, but just as she steps through, it slips out of his hand and hits her in the ass.

Cue laughter.

"Sorry!" he calls over the laugh track as he pulls the door back open. "Sorry, I don't know what happened." He manages to get inside the restaurant behind her and glances around.

[supertemp]

Donna jumps when the door hits her, yelping in surprise - it didn't hurt, but she didn't expect that to happen, either. She rubs the not-really-injured area and frowns over her shoulder at the door. "It's all right," she reassures him. "You can kiss it better later if you'd like." And then she blushes as the laugh track goes off again, because she did not mean to say that. "That's not even a proper innuendo!" she protests over the canned laughter.

[not_apriest]

"I'll be surprised, at this point, if you ever let me touch you again," he confessed. A burst of laughter from the invisible audience.

[supertemp]

"This is completely humiliating," Donna mutters under her breath, her skin nearly the same shade as her hair. Even though she can't see an audience, she can't quite shake the feeling that she's being watched, and she doesn't enjoy it one bit. She doesn't mind a bit of innuendo - or a lot of innuendo, as the case may be - but in private. It's almost enough to make her want to storm off...but she's not sure that she can.

"Sorry, we don't have a table under your name," the maitre'd tells her when she inquires after their reservations. She rolls her eyes at him - of course they've lost track of the (completely imaginary) reservation.

"Please," she pleads with him, "just check again."

[not_apriest]

"And if you haven't a reservation, could you simply find us a table?" Aramis added.

[supertemp]

The maitre'd gives Donna an expectant look, and it takes her a moment to clue in to just what he wants. She sighs and digs in her purse for her wallet, slipping him a few notes. "The food here had better be worth it," she mutters to Aramis, her remark (unsurprisingly) punctuated by the laugh track.

"I might be able to squeeze you in somewhere," the maitre'd admits, a pained look on his face, "but the only table we've got is a small one, and it's right next to the kitchen." Translation: You didn't pay him enough, Donna.

"That's fine, we'll take it," Donna huffs, indignant at the whole affair, and a waiter comes to lead them back to their table - which, as promised, is crammed in a tiny corner next to the kitchen.

[not_apriest]

"It's fine," he murmurs, stepping around her to pull out her chair for her.

[supertemp]

Donna half-expects to miss the chair when she sits down, and she breathes a silent sigh of relief when that isn't the case. Maybe things will start going better now. She picks up the menu, flipping through it.

"Have you had anything else happen to you this weekend?" she asks, for the sake of making idle conversation.

[not_apriest]

He rolls his eyes. "We all ended up English nobility in Athos' country estate," he tells her. "I should have suspected it wasn't over when we escaped that."

[supertemp]

"English nobility?" Donna hides her laughter by taking a sip from her glass of water, but the laugh track provides it in spades. "That must have been terribly insulting for a Frenchman such as yourself." She gives him a teasing grin.

[not_apriest]

"Servants of the French crown, no less," Aramis added. "Though it was far more humourous than this situation, ironically."

[supertemp]

"You know, I've not met Athos," she remarks. "Though I know D'Artagnan - we spoke when I first arrived here, and he invited me to join his book club." Not that Donna's much of one for reading, but it seems mildly entertaining - or something to do, at least.

When the waiter returns, she places her order, silently breathing a sigh of relief when nothing catastrophic happens. Maybe their bad luck is over for the night.

[not_apriest]

"He's invited us to join the bookclub as well." He glances across at her. "You're the most compelling reason to join so far."

[supertemp]

"I'm not quite sure I can imagine you reading books about vampires falling in love with telepathic waitresses," Donna remarks, the laugh track kicking in right on cue.

[strangeboy]

Much like Voldemort the Devil, if you speak D'Artagnan's name on a sitcom date, he shall appear. The door to the kitchen swings open-- hitting the back of Aramis' chair in the process-- and D'Artagnan appears in the typical black pants/white shirt combo, his hair neatly pulled back and a notepad in hand. The fake audience cheers.

"Huh. This isn't the pool," he says, and the canned laughter plays. That's going to be annoying. He looks around and finally notices Donna and Aramis right in front of him, and he grins widely.

"Well hello. Fancy meeting you here."

[not_apriest]

Aramis glanced up and rolled his eyes. "Oh, are you the butler this time? Couldn't find Buckingham this afternoon, was it?" Laugh track. He rolled his eyes again. "If you're going to play the waiter, then just bring us something to eat so we can get out of here."

[supertemp]

Donna can't say she's surprised to see D'Artagnan - it seems precisely like the sort of thing that would happen in a bad sitcom date, though obviously the two Frenchmen aren't as genre-savvy as she is. She does feel a little bad that he's been dragged into this whole mess, too, though.

"I'll take the special, thanks," she tells him as she hands him her menu with a smile. "And a bottle of wine to share. I think we could both use a drink." There goes the laugh track again.