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!

Comments

[thatched]

A: [Thatch isn't very good with lasers. He's mostly a swordsman, damnit and so has to keep ducking around corners to avoid being shot at-- until one of the bright red beams singes his glorious pompadour]

My hair~!


B: [screw adventuring for the moment. Thatch has set up a cabana by the side of some rarely used thoroughfare. There's an impressive display of liquor bottles behind him in the faux leaves covered hut and he himself is sprawled on a lawn chair in board shorts and reading a book that he found somewhere, obviously aiming for a tan despite there being no tan to get]


C: [make up your own!]

A!

[om_nom_namur]

[LOLOLOLOLOLOLOLOOOOOOOOL]

Dumbass.

[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?

A.

[driftlock]

[Right. Middle of combat and here's a gross organic wailing about his deco. So. Typical.

[Don't worry, squishy. Deadlock's got the fix for this. He calls it a bucket of water, which he'll dump on the organic's head as he races past him down the corridor, one gun sending a steady stream of gunfire down range. ]

Thank me later. Fight now.

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."

[theburntone]

[A:] After the briefing, a small girl with horrific burn scarring on the right side of her face and body. She managed to hide it behind her hair during the introduction to this strange, metallic new world. She looks as if she's ready to bolt at any second, like a shy wild thing. Those with a sense for magic will be able to tell there's something profoundly different, possibly frightening about her.

She's sailing beyond the sky. She's not dead. That is, she thinks, the best that can be said for right now.

[B:] After settling in a bit, her curiosity has overcome her fear and she's gone out exploring. Before the stars though (that great yawning pit! she feels sick, the sight through her one eye giving her vertigo, as if she might fall into them; sad for someone who must eventually fly on the West Wind, something, she thinks, she must work herself up to) she goes after more mundane details. She presses her face to an ordinary door, reaches the good hand up to it (the burnt side she keeps concealed, like it was in a sling).

"Where did they mine all this metal?" She says to herself in a quiet, gravelly voice.

[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.

A!

[gunholic]

Axl had the magical sensitivity of a brick, but the obviously freaked-out girl near the big briefing room drew his attention anyway. While nobody was exactly happy to be around, this was the first newcomer-type-person he'd seen who seemed ready to run or throw up or both.

"Hi," Axl said, and for once he wasn't being loud and hyper about it. He had a feeling that wouldn't go so well if he tried his usual greeting.

[theburntone]

Therru looked up at the smiling boy, trying to hide her burnt side behind her hair and not succeeding very well. She gave him a nearly inaudible greeting as well. Was he a sailor, she wondered?

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.

[gunholic]

Well, she looked like she'd been on the wrong end of a firefight, no doubt there. All the more reason to go slow, really. Humans, he was learning, didn't have the same enthusiasm for a good fight.

"My name's Axl. What's yours? I can show you around if you want. I know the Teuberg is kind of crazy big."

[theburntone]

Nor could they be repaired as easily.

"I am Therru...It is as large as an island. I have never seen a ship like it."

She looks curiously at the scar that covers his nose. She's learned from her younger days and is too tactful to ask about it outright. But it makes her decide that, alright, she'll follow him, though she still looks ready to bolt at any moment.

[gunholic]

"Yeah, me either. Space colonies, yeah, but nothing this big moving before," Axl said. "Most of the people here are pretty ok."

Some of the medical types might even be able to do something about that scarring.. but probably not a good idea to mention it right now. He could introduce Therru to Pinoko first! Then Pinoko could talk her into it.

"You wanna go anywhere particular? I know most of the civilian parts of the ship pretty well. I can take you by where everyone-- or at least the newcomers like us-- are living."

[theburntone]

"I...would like to go perhaps to where I can see where we are." She still has the idea of space being like the ocean of Earthsea, where land can usually be sighted.

Then her stomach growls. Maybe the first place shouldn't be the observation deck after all.

[gunholic]

Axl hummed, taking in both sounds, then snapped his fingers. "C'mon. I know a good spot."

The observation deck wasn't the only place to get a good look at the stars, and there was often a food cart or three in the spot he was thinking of, a junction between the city and the ship proper where the crew and minor functionaries took lunch.

"This way!"

[theburntone]

Looking a little embarrassed to go along with her skittishness, Therru nodded and followed. She had no coin to pay for anything but perhaps someone might leave food unattended or might give her some in exchange for chorework.

All that she forgot when she got there though. The stars seemed so near, as if she could fall into them and go tumbling off into the void. She looked seasick but pressed her unburnt hand to the glass.

[gunholic]

Newcomers got money.. and if Therru needed help working the credit system, well, Axl would just help her out with it later. He was still a bit flush for credits, mostly thanks to the fact he didn't need nearly as much junk as humans seemed to.

The stars, though...

He joined her at the window, a couple steps to the side so that he wouldn't be able to tell too easily if she was crying. Sometimes space did funny things to people that they didn't like sharing.

"Space is pretty awesome," he said after a few long moments. Everything always felt more peaceful out here, anyway.

[theburntone]

Therru did not understand credit cards yet. She barely understood that they were sailing in the void between worlds. But she was not crying and she would learn soon enough. In fact something inside her tugged at her to step into it, not that she could through the foot thick glasstic. That was, she'd figure out later, her dragon nature reasserting itself.

"It is disorienting...but not unpleasant."

[gunholic]

"About time somebody else appreciated space," Axl said, just a little teasingly. "So.. picnic under the stars? I think the guy with the churros is here somewhere."

[theburntone]

Therru reluctantly tore herself away from it. "You are kind, sir. I will try a 'churro' then." Oh brave new world that has such rolled meat in it! She heads for the Mexican food truck.

[gunholic]

Well, the truck had more to it than just delicious deep-fried sugar snacks, even if that was the main draw in Axl's world.

"Well.. Being a dick isn't very cool," Axl said, a little flustered at the compliment. He covered it by definitely ordering more churros than was probably healthy, at least for a normal person.