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Test Drive Meme

Did you want to test your characters? Do you want something that you can use for an RP sample without digging up an old thread? Well, here you have it. Pick one or multiple prompts below or, if you want, make a prompt of your own. Just be sure to tag around so that everyone gets plenty of exposure.

1: Explosions in space! Space Bandits attacked the space colony everyone was visiting! Dozens of fighters and mobile armors fly through space, locked in deadly combat. Are you among those battling to save lives? Or are you watching from the windows, praying everything will be safe?

2: Explosions underground! You were part of a trading party, exchanging supplies with an underground penal colony when alien animals burrowed through the walls and started assaulting convict and Confederation member alike! What are you going to do?

3: Explosions over the city! The Colosseum is shooting off fireworks as part of a concert or a sporting event! Are you watching in the crowd, a main attraction, or watching the bright colors from the city?

4: Explosions on an asteroid! You're either observing, guarding, or mining an asteroid! It's rather dull, save for the explosions that rock the ground under your feet. It looks like it'll continue to be just as slow, but... was that something moving in the shadows there?

5: Explosions on a space station! As you approached a research station, you receive a distress signal! Fire's broken out and their systems aren't up to spec! Can you do anything? Are you a part of a scouting crew or out for a joyride in your new yacht? And is this an accident, or something more sinister?

6: Explosions at the gym! Explosive competition! Swimming, weightlifting, running, boxing, someone has just challenged you! Whether they know it or not, you're going to do your best to show them up.

7: Explosions in the past! A star has died! The Fleet is flying through the nebula it left behind, with swirls of beauty as far as the eye can see. If you're the type, you can watch it all you like.

8: Explosions on the road! Most of the traffic on the Teuberg is computer controlled, but some young showoff took his off the grid and promptly caused a wreck! Traffic has been backed up for almost half an hour now, with no way out for you and the people in your vehicle. Are you close enough to see if anyone needs help? Or are you just stuck with people who are as late for their appointments as you are?

9: Explosions in the marketplace! Explosive bargains! You're in a trading hub, surrounded by stalls of all kinds selling every type of merchandise you can imagine! Luckily, you've got enough money to handle a few purchases here. Will you buy one of those daggers on display? An incense burner? Some alien fruit? Or maybe you're on the run from the corrupt guards? Or perhaps you're the one doing the chasing, did someone just steal your wallet?

10: Explosions in your mind! The explosive inspiration that drives this world! Make up your own prompt!

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[ At last Oswald turns his eyes back to the nebula they're passing by, though he is much less focused on it before. ]

... you bear a strong resemblance to others of your household.

[ Uncanny, really, but he doesn't admit that aloud. This boy is not Jack, nor is he another Baskerville and therefore is not privy to thoughts like that. ]

"They're not Cybertronian." So, you know, frag whatever these 'spirits' were. "Besides, it's about who's better, not evolution." Whatever that was.

He scowls. "What. There a fraggin' law against looking around?" Please tell him there is so he can enjoy breaking it.

[At the sound of her light footsteps against the stairs, Obi-Wan turns and greets Padmé with a smile and slight bow.]

Senator Amidala. I must say, it's good to see you in a place such as this. How has our host world been treating you?

[He's still not sure what to make of everything, hence looking to the stars for meditation.]

Edited 2014-01-15 02:53 (UTC)

[ "While we're here".... so he's a recent arrival, too.

Pointing at the centre of town: ]

Have you been to the Renaissance Center? They say there's a huge library in one of the three main buildings.

If only she knew the truth. If only she actually read all the intelligence files she was sent, whoops. But lucky for her she's no idea who she's really talking to.

If Flashpoint is just Deadlock's kind of Zen, then let her pass on a little more. "Bet I could drive you into the pavement," she smirks, "won't know til you clear the way though."

Okay now she's just being catty. Because boredom mostly. Never let this mech bored, it's dangerous.

Jason knew that some people went to the gym to blow off their frustrations. He often turned to the punching bags himself when he needed to vent some steam. Sometimes, it was enough. Sometimes, he needed to talk to someone when he'd worn himself out.

Captain Rogers was older than he was, but they were in roughly the same boat. Maybe some company would do him good. Jason planted a hand on the back of the back when it started to go flying up again.

"Sir."

He wouldn't bother him with questions, not yet anyway. The man obviously still had something to work out. The best the teen could do at the moment was steady the bag and hold it in place so that Steve didn't have to worry about it flying all over the place.

"Do you think so?" The prospect of actually being able to go inside a building -- all the way inside! -- was so compelling. Of course, the humans here had all kinds of technology, so... maybe?

Tsumugi looked visibly relieved. "I'm glad you're not upset, but I really should remember my manners! I guess the pilots I used to talk to just weren't as particular about that sort of thing. It seems like the Gardes were always falling apart, so the repair teams always had to work overtime just to patch them up.

"In fact, Tanikaze-san seemed almost afraid of them at times. I'm afraid they were dreadfully strict with him, since he was always coming back with a missing arm or two."

Well I can't argue with that! I like living.

[C'mon Kagerou, just because you look like a robot doesn't mean you have to act like one. Show a little smile!]

Just checkin' you out! I've never seen anyone like YOU before...

Yeah, hahaha intelligence files. Whatever. All he ever needed to know was what direction to shoot in and did he have enough ammo.

His Zen is all in simplicity like that.

"You're going to get yourself in trouble with that kind of talk, human." Still, a point. "Want me to clear the way for you, though?" Hello, that sounds like an excuse to use a gun.

[It'd probably take a career diplomat's life work to be all...diplomatty to Deadlock. Especially a Deadlock who is bored with this fraggin' planet. So. Boring. All green and leafy and slag. He's gone on patrol and hasn't found anything worth shooting, which means he's in his very special I Hate Everything mood when he comes out of the forest. ]

That is quite enough of that. [ Oops, it seems that latest too-loud noise might've drawn the attention of one of the other marketgoers, who doesn't sound too pleased by the disturbance.

She strides briskly over, flanked by two small robots which seem to be her-- attendants? ]

Eve realizes that not all may be familiar with technology such as this, but the operation of this device is really quite simple. See here- [ she says, jabbing at the volume control ] -this controls the strength of the sound emitted.

Please learn to use it so that further incidents of this nature can be avoided. [ because ow, her ears. ]

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[Wow, rude much? Obviously these are just thugs trying to cause trouble, just the sort a noble like him has the duty to stop.

...Unfortunately all he has is a sword he's not too great at using. So instead of fighting, he's trying to get anyone he deems to be in danger to safety. He's still learning what's a weapon in this time too. Sorry if you were getting ready to launch the attack that was going to win everything...]

HEY! Are you an idiot?! You shouldn't be out here!

3.

[Obviously the piano was the greatest instrument ever if it existed in some really confusing future. It wasn't so much that Elliot wanted to put on a concert, but he found one that was freely accessible and playing on a real instrument was always a good thing. Except before he was done, he heard the loud popping sounds coming from the sky.]

What the hell is-?!

[He angrily looks away from the keyboard, and is shockingly struck silent as he see the various colored lights falling from the sky.]

...What is this...?

10.

[Come at the short-fused not!Victorian kid in space~]

She can hear the cursing and the sounds of bodies hitting the ground, more gunfire, but she can't stop now. Almost--

--there. The power in her hand shrinks to the size of a marble, vibrates for an instant, before she hurls it at the ground beneath her feet, the last words of the incantation yelled out:

"Energy Net!"

Concentric waves of light burst out from the epicenter, spreading rapidly out towards the walls beside them, down both ends of the tunnel-- they wash over Cassie without effect, but as they slam into the creature on her and the other creatures emerging from the falls, they seize up, abruptly still as statues.

[Sleeping and Tron have decided to hate each other again, but this time his restless walk brings him by the observation area and he almost has to stop. He's not sure what he's looking at, since it certainly can't be the colors of Encom 511 coming online after a long shut-down, but it's arresting just the same.

Since he's not he only one staring out the window, he sidles closer. If he says hello and is rebuffed, he won't have to talk anymore.]

Greetings.

[Even idealistic diplomats who walk around armed get bodyguards. Lal'c is in her mech, Dix-Newf as escort, landing a few yards behind the ship. She's keeping a lookout on things from up above, but frankly, interstellar diplomacy is pretty boring to most teenagers.

So really, she's keeping a cursory eye on her comms and cameras as she waits by the ship and one eye on her tablet as she flicks through a book file.]

[Okay, Oz, he's totally got you caught on the not paying attention thing since he was the one who nearly ran over you this time.]

Why are you standing in the middle of everything and gawking, Shorty?! Do you even care that it's going to cause problems?!

You're right. Maybe some people would be interested anyway. [He brightened up a little, at least. No point in defeating himself before he even tried, after all.] If there's already someone doing it, they might not mind some help.

Yeah, I was with my friends when I woke up here.[He fell silent for a moment, brows bunching together with worry, and tossed a look towards the hospital he'd woken up in.] They didn't let me look for them. I hope they're all okay. [Or just back home.]

[ natural destruction as art has no right being this spectacular. lal'c has been a space mech pilot for several years, and she's rarely seen anything like it herself.

after a pause in which she processes her awareness of someone else coming to sit down and the pros and cons of talking to her fellow observer are quickly weighed, she nods. ]

Evening.

She'd been mulling over some Pertinent Questions, such as whether the ingredients really were as authentic as they were, fabricators certainly did make things look like they were meant to, and also how did the baker get that cream so fluffy and thick? Would he share his technique? No, it was probably a trade secret, though it wouldn't hurt to ask, or just taste---

Rena blinks, and glances down at the girl beside her. It takes a moment to realize which option she's talking about.

Ah...

"It looks like strawberries, and blackberries, but..." Did anyone even grow those out here? "...maybe they're something else the same taste?"

1

[Explosions have him running toward the disaster instead of away, long-ingrained habit despite the fact that Tron was still trying to acclimate to this new place and this new, strange form. Bandits, or so the excited yells of the others in the ship were saying, and he'd caught sight of a smaller ship breaking off and approaching.

Well, bandits would want to board at some point, right? He could see sparks flying where the tiny shuttle was trying to cut through bulkheads, and cast around to see if there was anything to use as a weapon or cover. Those boarders were going to have a surprise on their hands if Tron had a say in it...]

7

[Space was distressingly like home, or at least his dim memory of 511's sky and the network connections gleaming overhead. Small wonder that he had stopped to look out the windows, almost pressed to them really, as the fleet navigated the nebula. Truly, the User world was full of strange things...

He was absorbed enough that he wasn't perhaps watching around him as well as he could. Company could probably actually corner him for a talk if they wanted.]

10

((Weirded-out program is weirded out. Surprise me!))

Edited 2014-01-16 23:10 (UTC)

We might as well go all-out and wish for the Enterprise.

[But down that road lies homesickness, so he doesn't continue on that train of thought. Instead, he takes the time to poke around inside the console, still careful of the heated metal.]

But it makes sense. I mean, they've been out in the middle of unfamiliar space for a long time.

There's a soft smile at the catch. That pretty much secured that she chose correctly for her temporary partner. His speech was a little out of date, same with his clothes, but none of that matters when all you need to do is swing an axe.

But when it comes to teamwork, she's definitely on board, giving a firm nod and falling in line behind him. THIS is what she was looking for. High paced action!

Although those eyes go doe-wide when presented with a knife, taking it almost gently. It seemed to fit so much nicer in her hand than the axe, and she can't help but flicker a smile.

"Ah! A weapon worthy of an honorable thief like me! Don't you worry mister, I've got your back!"

[Another bout of silence, mainly due to the fact he's trying to see what he can figure out from just observing and...

no, nope. This isn't working. He gestures towards the device in Geordi's hand.]

What is this?

[Tron nods to her gravely, though he can't quite suppress the edge of smiling wonder in it. The User world is a strange, strange place.

He's content to fall into a comfortable silence, so it's several minutes before he speaks again, too curious now to hesitate longer.]

What is that? Out there?

[He's a little wistful. No way it's anything like what he knows, but the similarity is striking.]

Cassie could see the battlemech through the reflection in a window. Of course logically that meant it could see her too, but her experience with mechwarriors was that they were rarely that subtle. If the mechwarrior wanted to blast her out, they would have unloaded already rather than waste time setting up a precise shot on a single person on foot. Its 'body language' was...Scared? Did they seriously think she could do any damage to them with her pistol or did her reputation precede her?

"Why don't you just get out then? Only way you can get tall enough to see?" A bit of an ironic joke: she was small, even by human standards.

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