Test Drive Meme

[crux_mods]

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!

Comments

[istolemyship]

[ Gene just grins. What are the odds? ]

No kidding! So, Gina, how's a babe like you get all torn up like me? That war you mentioned?

[ He nods at the scars on her arms, then fiddles with the settings on the lateral press. He doesn't go big; he saw how much she was lifting and he doesn't think she'd find him trying to match it all that impressive. It's mostly just to occupy him while they get to know each other a little better. ]

[shitflashpointsays]

[Don't mind the scrapes in the ceiling from her flailing. She doesn't have to pay you for those damages at least.]

[And a chair? Really? HUFF. What is she, disposable class? Technically that's included in her alt but what a waste of a great speedster.]

Maybe I can but I'm not gonna sit around being a perch for your bony aft.

[Because wow, look at that cranium. If that's any indication of what the other end is shaped like... Yup, she'll pass. Getting reamed by her boss sounds like more fun.]

[stimpakaddict]

No, that was a couple hundred years back. All this...? Mostly courier work.

[She's a bit blase about it, and halfway expecting another reaction, given how others have often looked at her funny for saying she's just a courier while carrying what amounts to a small arsenal of ordinance.]

[istolemyship]

[ Gene only sees one pair of guns here, Gina, and they don't have bullets. ]

Courier, huh? You must work some really bad routes.

[stimpakaddict]

[Excuse you sir, she is at least packing four metaphorical firearms here, or do the ones you're ignoring need to be demonstrated?

Again, Gene gets a scoffing noise.]

You have no idea.

[weeabhoo]

Jinto's out by himself for the moment too, him and Lafiel being on different shifts. Full of festival food, he sleepily ambles back as the last of the fireworks die out, leaving bright trails along the insides of his eyelids.

He spies someone he knows on the way and puts on a smile. He remembers the first time he met Mirys, how he tried to hail her in Baronh.

"Hello, Ms Hargrave. Did you enjoy the fireworks?"

[istolemyship]

How's about you give me an idea, then? I'm all ears.

[ Look at this face. How can you say no to this face?

He really does want to hear her story if she'll tell it, though. ]

[stimpakaddict]

Well. The short version is that cataclysmic nuclear war also puts a cramp on the whole civilized society thing, so every other person you meet likely wants to gut you for your money or your stuff. It also made a lot of wildlife very, very nasty.

[At this point, she starts back up on her own machine, doing slower and lazier reps than she did before.]

There's an old world saying about 'nothing stops the mail', but everything sure as hell tries.

[A few more reps, then she speaks up again.] We got wasps the size of cars in the Mojave. Getting stabbed hurts less than a sting from those bastards.

[loboptimize]

[frankly, you might as well be dressed like Mickey Mouse for all Walter cares, because to him it registers as "something something tiara something". deference also means it's time to ride out the high horses, though.]

A fresh cephalopod, preferably edible. Possibly, live, since the ink makes such a nice sauce and I'm not sure I'd trust what these incompetent idiots would do with a mayonnaise, let alone citrus fruit. And eggs. Three, also edible. Perhaps some milk. Do you have that, young man, or do I need to repeat myself?

[istolemyship]

[ Wasps the size of cars. Gene tries to picture this and even if they're only as big as some of the compacts out there, that's about a hundred times more wasp than he thinks he needs in his life. ]

Reminds me of trying to navigate through pirate space. We were a little low on giant bugs, but having a couple Tao masters on your ass can make you wish you were just getting stabbed.

[ Gene got the best of both worlds! That scar is still coloured oddly. ]

And lemme guess. You piss off the wrong people and they make it a whole lot harder to make a living.

[stimpakaddict]

Eeyup. Can't please everyone, unfortunately, and apparently disagreeing with the wrong people results in being chased down with lots of bullets, smashy things, and pointy objects.

...then again, I suppose that's bound to happen when you take down a despot in charge of what is essentially a military cult.

[She grins - probably a little too sadistic as she puts some pride-boosted effort in a few more reps.]

Totally worth it, though. Jackass didn't let any women do any fighting in his little club. Kinda funny how that worked out for him.

[istolemyship]

Tough, sharp, and good looking. I think I'm in trouble.

[ Gene lets the press settle and grins at Gina. ]

omg, Elliot is Ellioting!

[senseandcecilbility]

[He freezes exactly where he is, all excited gadget examination interrupted as he forgets to breathe. Those words. They are his young master's words, but the voice and face don't match. Can two noble brats be that realistic, opinionated and loud?]

...

[He could have hugged the boy and cried tears of longing and joy. Instead, he realizes that, much like young master, the young gentleman is repressing his most innocent and harmless gambling tendencies. ]

Hm...Huh.

[Not the most coherent answer, but nothing could have prepared him for this.]

[senseandcecilbility]

Well sir, in that case...!

[This most solicitous butler dashes to an unknown location and comes back with the same bucket, now filled with ice cubes. Heaven knows where he found those, but there is always hope that they are not radioactive.]

I say, it might be like curbing a high fever!

[stimpakaddict]

Only trouble you gotta worry about from me is if you're giving me trouble, kiddo. Don't start anything, there won't be anything.

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[doubleofnothing]

[By Enutrof, if it wasn't one thing, it was another stopping him from getting his hands on some easy space money.

In this case, a dagger on his neck.

TIME FOR HIS BACKUP PLAN. Ruel makes a strained sputtering noise, putting on his best horrified face.]

I don't know what you're talkin' about! I thought you were my grandson, I wanted to show him some trinkets a few stalls over!

[alwaysataclimax]

Unfortunately, Momotaros was great at bad ideas, and then making them worse, like in this case, needling the irritated super-soldier. He'd come down here for a similar reason, but hadn't really scratched that itch, mostly because punching bags don't punch back. That, and using a sword on them is apparently frowned upon.

Maybe he's angling for a fight, maybe he's just being a jerk in general - either way, he's squat-perched on a nearby weightlifting bench, and after watching Steve nearly knock the bag from its chain, he makes an interested "Heh" noise before speaking up.

"That bag get on your bad side, or d'you get that rough with all of 'em?"

[17thangel]

"We grew them in Shevat in very limited quantities. I don't see why they couldn't be grown here. I'd think they have the technology to do that, right?"

She peers at the cake more, "Its the other stuff I'm more concerned with. I'm just hoping they don't use something like the soyilent system here."

[hisoldtricks]

Spare me, your lies.

[He looks completely unimpressed. If there is one thing the God of Mischief can spot, it is a lie. Thus he presses the dagger even closer to the old man's throat.]

You pick your marks poorly.

[hisoldtricks]

[Even as he continues to hold the would be thief in his grasp and keep the blade pressed into the other man's skin. Loki glances up at Lucifer.]

And who might you be?

[hisoldtricks]

This is an open marketplace. Perhaps you should get better acquainted with your jurisdictions.

[Or better yet, watch where you are putting your hands. Loki's eyes merely narrow a moment, before releasing his grip on Odo and handing the dagger back to the merchant.]

Save your chivalry for the ship.

[Now it's Loki's turn to look unimpressed.]

[hisoldtricks]

What does it look like I am doing? [So much sarcasm.] Teaching a would be thief a lesson.

[He keeps his attention on the thief pressing the dagger deeply into the man's skin.]

In my realm, thieves lose limbs if caught.

[There's a sadistic glee to his threat that has the other man frozen like a deer caught in the headlights.]

[constableodo]

Ha! [Odo ignores Quark's remark and raises the padd out of reach.] Well, how are you going to explain you got this public space all for yourself? [He continues looking into the padd. Hum... interesting.]

[constableodo]

Ha! [Odo is very dry.] Weapons are not allowed in public spaces. Unless you want to give me the rest of your explanations in a cell? [Odo grabs Loki in order to grab him there.]

[makestrouble]

[Oh shit. What do, Helen? This guy is not going to relent at all and that dagger is going to start drawing blood in a second. Helen isn't exactly the negotiating type either.]

But he didn't actually steal anything. He just tried. [Biting her lip, she edges in a little closer.] If you gotta cut off his hand, cut off his hand. He won't learn his lesson if you've gone and slit his throat.

He's gotta be alive for that.