TEST DRIVE MEME

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Looking to join the game or already a member and want to test out a new character? The test drive meme is here for you. Threads here can also be used for the RP sample in the application! Use the following prompts or make your own scenario. Tag around and have fun in space!

1: Interspecies relationships! You're stationed on an alien planet and discovered a new sentient life. You're the first impression they'll have from the Fleet. Do you help with building their trust or will you burn it to the ground?

2: Set phasers to kill! A common staple of sci-fi, laser battles! In space or part of ground forces, are you fighting a warring faction, a notorious gang, or worse? Stay together and fight, the Fleet needs you!

3: Use the Force! Set your own adventure!

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[om_nom_namur]

A/1: There is a very big, very sharklike creature swimming around in one of the artificial lakes where you've decided to go swimming. What is this thing? Where did it come from? Is it going to eat you?

B: There's gotta be a gym somewhere in the fleet. And where there's a gym there's gymnastic equipment. Namur sets himself up a series of rings and hoops to jump through, and seems to be quite enjoying himself.

C: Anything else.

A

[espio]

[Eh. Espio's not swimming, but he sure is dangling his legs in the water to cool down some.]

Having fun in there?

[om_nom_namur]

[The dorsal fin disappears underwater. A few moments later, very close to the shore, Namur leaps partway out of the water, twists, and crashes back underwater, making a ginormous splash. Espio's probably soaked. Hope he didn't have any non-waterproofed electronics on him.]

[espio]

[GUAH!! Espio flails, nearly falling into the water himself, but shakes himself off, so relieved that he has no fur.]

What the hell was that for?!

[om_nom_namur]

[This asshole just chuckles as he lifts his head out of the water.]

Figured I'd see if I could make y' squeak. Sounds like that's a yes. I'mma put it on my resume.

[espio]

I didn't squeak!

[om_nom_namur]

.... True. 'S prob'ly more like a squawk. Think y' can do it 'gain? Marco could prob'ly translate it outta birdbrain. Never know, y' coulda said somethin' deep, y' know?

B

[abtakha]

Cassie stops her own workout temporarily. She can accept sharkmen. All kinds of weirdness, really. Although there aren't any intelligent aliens where she's from, humanity has colonized thousands of planets and met many strange creatures.

But he's moving that huge barrel chest around on those thin little legs. Is he mostly air, like a bullfrog, she wonders? Does he have light bones, like a bird?

Forgive her. Or don't. Anyway, there's a small woman in her mid twenties staring at you.

[om_nom_namur]

[Oh Lord of the Sea, you poor, brave soul.]

[If anything, the attention only makes him show off that much more. If he was content to simply jump from one level of bars to the next before, he's now doing flips or twists around the top. The stunts will get incrementally more impressive and complex, until he nearly misses and figures that might be enough for now. Of course, he couldn't just dismount, either. From the highest bar, Namur swings himself up over the top and stops himself at a handstand just long enough to prove he meant to. Then using his arms he jumps into a handstand on the next level down. He repeats this until finally he reaches the floor, where he busts out a few halos and an L-kick freeze before dropping his legs to the mat and sitting up straight. He takes a couple deep breaths, then lifts his chin at the young woman.]

Catch that, sweetheart? What y' think?

[abtakha]

"I think you must have the weirdest foxtrotin' skeleton." She says in return, not exactly a master of sharkpeople skills. "And an inflated ego."

His performance, while she has to reluctantly admit is impressive, has only awakened her competitive side. She practices a form of urban acrobatics too, though it's more often used on the side of a battlemech than a building. But if she can make it look pretty, maybe, she thinks, she can beat him.

She starts off by eyeing the highest, second and third highest hoops. From a crouch, she sprints a few steps and springs, catching the end of the highest and swinging herself through, landing in a roll which she conserves the momentum of, handspringing through the second and leaping and rolling through the third without touching the rim.

[om_nom_namur]

Oh shit, it's like he's having deja-vu, just with fewer dinosaurs and less blood flying through the air. He feels a sharp stab in his chest, being so reminded of someone he will, for all intents and purposes, never see again. In spite of it, he smirks, flashing gleaming white razor-sharp teeth.

"Hey, don't be dissin'. 'S a lotta hard work keepin' an ego inflated properly," Namur chuckles.

He lines himself up with the hoops only in reverse, lowest to highest. He does a back handspring that launches him feet first and belly down through the first hoop. Landing that, Namur immediately hops into a back flip that takes him through the second. He pushes off with one foot after that, using the other to kick himself into a head-first spin through the highest hoop, arms held tight to his chest until he lands on his fists and finishes with another handspring.

"What's yer name, girl? Looks like yer someone worth knowin' 'round here."

[abtakha]

Well he can roll with the punches at least, in addition to other kinds of rolling. So that earns her name at least. "Cassie Suthorn, Junior Lieutenant, Camacho's Caballeros." She won't ask for his, though she does want to know it.

Cassie folds her arms but nods at the end of the routine. She's already plotting her next couple of stunts, any way to one-up him. She's at her sharpest when she has something to measure against.

But first: "Think it's very pretty but does it do somethin'?" Perhaps she can get a spar or a fight out of this too. Comfortable ship living has her feeling sluggish.

[om_nom_namur]

He is also an expert at rolling his eyes, but that's mostly due to his brothers being twittering feathershit dumbasses. Somehow, he manages to love them in spite of it.

Namur pats his chest with his fist, cocking his head to the side. How can he resist a pretty girl that smells like a challenge and flares haki- willpower and fighting spirit- like a blowtorch? "Body like this don't keep, sweetheart. Gotta be ready for any kind a action, if y' catch my drift," he lifts an eyebrow and winks. "Gonna come hit on me already or not?"

i'm sorry, she's just like this

[abtakha]

Cassie looks as if she's contemplating something, finger to her chin. Perhaps she's going to take him up on that.

"Hmm, well maybe you are someone worth hitting on..."

Which is followed up by launching into a side kick at his chest. Not hard enough to do serious damage, just enough to knock him on his ass if it connects. She dislikes people being presumptuous with her even when it's relatively harmless.

No worries! He's just as bad in his own way

[om_nom_namur]

Namur backsprings over the kick, and swings himself around on his hands in another breakdance halo- only this time the move is a kick aimed at Cassie's center of mass.

[abtakha]

Cassie allows her upper body to bend back. The kick brushes her, perilously close. She bends forward again and appears to be strangely crouched, a vulnerable looking position. She's grinning.

[om_nom_namur]

Namur drops into a crouch of his own, though it isn't nearly as flat, and cocks his head, laughing. "Now how the hell'm I s'posed t' hit' y' when yer all curled up like a shitty li'l crab?"

[abtakha]

"Try." She says, beckoning him. Harimau: it's weird.