Basically the first person chooses a scene--this has ranged from a forest to an NYC bookstore. Each person chooses a character from something they're writing, and together we write a scene where all the characters meet. Some are just for fantasy characters, some are just for sci-fi, and I remember starting one just for realistic, but most are for any genre, which means elves end up running into normal high school kids.
Here's an example.
Person 1 wrote:
Here are the terms: fantasy characters only (so no aliens, please). They can be good, evil, in between, whatever you want. The setting is in a deep forest, in winter, in the middle of the night. No killing other characters, and lets try to keep it to a reasonable amount here, so a limit of 5.
Beneath the cover of the trees, a young man of perhaps 20 years sits on a log by a small firepit. His chocolate brown eyes are locked on the fire, and he pulls his black cloak even tighter about him to stave off the chill. The flames' light causes the ruby fastening his cloak to sparkle, a hint of color on his otherwise black attire. A long steel sword is fastened to his hip, and its handle is engraved with black and grey runes from some unknown language.
Suddenly, he stands and turns to the forest, scanning the trees for any disturbance. No sound was heard, but he could feel the intruder's presence. Slowly, he draws his blade.
Person 2 wrote:
"Finally a light, in all this withering dark wood." A young girl, perhaps seventeen walks out of a brush. She wore a high light pink dress that reached to just above her knees, and the rest of her legs were covered with a blend of bluish gray heavy jean-like leggings. Her arms were covered by a shawl, that was as white as snow. In her right hand was a large staff, that was as dark as midnight.
Currently the girl had been glancing down at her leggings, while wiping off the many twigs, and dead plants that were loittered all over them. It wasn't until a moment later, when she looked up at a tall black cloaked figure with its hand resting on the hilt of a blade. "Um. . . " the girl became nervous "Hello there. I'm- m -m , sorry to uhhhh- um- disturb you and - oh sorry! I apologize for my rudeness, my name's Fey and I'm sure I must've caught you at a bad time but. But if you don't mind . . ." She glanced at the warmth of the fire, and it gave her strength to finish her sentence "do you mind if I rest here, for a few moments?"
Person 1 wrote:
(Just a quick note: these Character Conversations are supposed to be written in present tense)
He studies her for a moment in silence, searching for any weapons. Just the staff, but he hardly thinks it would be able to hold up against his sword. She seems harmless enough, though, and his telepathy tells him that her intentions are good. She is amazingly hard to read, and this confuses him. Nevertheless, he puts his sword away.
"Little late for a stroll in the woods, isn't it Fey?" he asks finally, and with another look at her clothes, he adds, "And that can't be keeping you very warm." Looking back to the fire, he says, "You can warm yourself by my fire, if you wish."
Person 2 wrote:
"Thank you, so much," Fey exclaimed. She let out a sigh of relief, and noticed that her breath was visible. She sat down beside the flames and shivered. Soon the cloaked figure walked over and sat next to her. She looked at the cloaked man, for a second, and saw that he was looking back at her. Fey couldn't help but think that those deep dark brown eyes were looking right through her instead of at her. She ignored it and stared back at the flame.
I hate this, she thought. I hate this stupid forest, this stupid winter, this stupid isolation. . . Oooh, I'd give anything to be back home right now. But no! Don't think like that Fey. You know what's waiting for you there. . . *she shivered*. I just have to coax with whatever's thrown at me.
"Peh," she said aloud "take that destiny." With that, her eyes grew heavy, and as she knealt by the flames, her head dropped several times. A moment later she gave up, fighting the cold and fell sideways on to a lap. *She shivered again* Suddenly she felt a warmth, like a blanket, and to no one in particular she said "Thank you."
Etc., etc. There are usually more than two characters, though. There might be two at first but then more join. Anyone want to start one?
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