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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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[Ahh, hmm, this poor man must be out of his wits with fear, it's so unfortunate that people are caught up in scary things like this.

But the way he trusts her to take care of him... This feeling, it fuels her...!]

Yes! Please don't worry! I will definitely make sure you're all right! [Because it's the heat of such a moment, she clasps his hand, although she'll be embarrassed about it later.] You didn't get hurt or anything, did you?!

[Oh, man, this lovely miss wants to see her shoes?? Straight to the top of Lizzie's heart! She's all too eager to oblige, and shuffles around in her basket till she can open up each shoe box.]

Yes, yes! Ummm, well, at home, I have a lot of shoes... My father buys them for me as presents... and I started to feel lonely without them! [In a way, her excitement toward getting new shoes is a form of homesickness. Well, that and the fact that she's fourteen and used to getting heaps of expensive things.] And I'm not really used to shopping all by myself... so I was very glad for your opinion.

[The other pairs of shoes share one main similarity with the pair on display now: it's clear that Lizzie likes lavish things.]

( she's right — he felt exactly the same the first time he ever had this sort of freedom in a city (his arrival in exsilium, of course) and he recognizes the excitement for what it is. )

There are, there are! I'd say it's just like something out of a book, but I don't think any of the books I've read are even this fantastic. ( and that's saying quite a bit, is what's meant to be conveyed. ) But you know, it might just be that what seems normal to you or me is what'd be amazing to them!

( he waves off her (adorable) embarrassment with his free hand. )

Don't apologize! No one could blame you for getting excited. It's a pleasure to meet you, Elizabeth. My name is Oz Vessalius.

[Oh yeah he totally believes you.]

Care to give it a try?

Just a passer-by, truly. Louis Cyphre.

[A nod of a head to accompany his introduction.]

I'm impressed with your methods, that's all. Most don't jump to such extremes in such a short time, but I feel in many cases it's warranted.

[User resource distribution makes not a lick of sense, but the whole eating-not-powering thing has already gotten Tron into trouble a time or two. Maybe trying out this market thing will net something that agrees with him.

Which brings him to the odd User who is currently taking a speculative lick of a piece of fruit.]

Is that standard practice?

[He actually sort of hopes not.]

I have a hand lamp with me.

{It wouldn't solve the ventilation problem, but it would at least let them see as they slowly are poisoned by their waste gases.]

Oh, please - please call me Lizzie! [She is ABSOLUTELY READY to throw herself WHOLEHEARTEDLY into a friendship with him.] I wonder, then, what kind of fantastic stories they have... What amazing things do they imagine? Now I'm really curious about it. Where I'm from, we could only speculate about, about Martians and things! What stories do they make up for a hundred years from now?

Does it matter?

( it's asked lightly as he looks back up at the bright display, but undercut by a knowledge they both have — that their feelings haven't got anything to do, apparently, with where they find themselves in the multiverse on any given day. )

2. Explosions Underground!

What the hell!?

[This was supposed to be routine supply drop, but its gone completely sideways. Rhodey isn't sure what these animals are, but they're making a mess of the situation. He starts laying down covering fire, hoping to drive those things off when his sensors pick up something.]

Shit, they're going after the supplies! [Which, if they don't get those back to the fleet, it'll be a huge problem. Its taking the shoulder-mounted Gatling gun just the the latest ones that burrowed out of the wall out of the way. With limited options, he turns his head towards one of his team members for this mission.] We need to protect those crates! Can you get to them?

10. Explosions In Your Mind!

Okay, so if I just connect this wire here to this, it should... [--create a small electrical explosion, which sends a few sparks flying through the air, and Rhodey reeling back, away from the rather badly damaged Iron Patriot armor.]

Dammit!

[Frustrated, he lets out an annoyed grunt, and slams his tools down on the table. while he was decent enough to do regular maintenance on the armor, these kinds of repairs were really Tony's territory. In an effort to calm himself, he takes a step back, and tries to figure out what to do. Unfortunately, he comes up with nada, except to turn to the nearest person and ask for help.] I don't suppose you could give me a hand with this?

Lizzie, then! ( budding crush: activated. ) You know, maybe we should ask them! We could take a poll with the people here, and maybe there'd be books at the library that could tell us, too!

( all too happy to throw himself into this we. )

[This is not the first time Joan has witnessed a grown man lick something (Sherlock's method involved licking, which is a part of observation that Joan wasn't planning on picking up herself), and it probably won't be the last. She is making an unimpressed face, raising an eyebrow in his direction as she folds her arms across her chest.]

...are you planning on buying that fruit that you've just licked?

I feel you should do whatever you'd like to help ease that loneliness. It's really difficult being away from your things and... the people you love. [Joan's voice is soft but reassuring. She misses her family, her clothing, New York City, and even Sherlock. Joan smiles as she looks over the shoes that she's picked out. They're both of very lavish taste, it's true, but it's clear they make the young woman happy, which is the most important thing. Her genuine excitement and love of shoes is adorable, and Joan loves it, feels protective of anyone who seems so young and genuine.] These are really beautiful too. I have shopped by myself many times before, but I really prefer shopping with someone else. It's much more fun that way.

[there's the sharing of opinions and camaraderie that comes with it.]

I'm Joan.

1.

[Riddhe is in the middle of the fray, streaking through the battlefield in the Delta Plus. Unfortunately for him, he has someone on his tail right now, and is taking a couple of hits from a beam gun.

He manages to roll out of the way of an oncoming missile, but still finds his pursuer on his tail.]

Damn! I can't shake this guy!

[Maybe you could help him out a bit?]

3.

[The concert had been a blast, and the fireworks show that's going on right now is just icing on the cake. A great way to cap a night out with a few new friends.]

Who would've thought an alien rock band would be that good?

He's part way through a wry Uh huh, a sound that overlaps the Vulcan's words when he sits forward, his cup of tea encircled in the diamond of his arms, when the woman comes to their table. Jim doesn't jump back, but he retreats from the would-be stalemate swift enough that his movement draws the woman's gaze. The smile he gives her is partly distracted, catches up with itself only after it's found his mouth, as though the reflex suddenly recognizes how attractive she is as an after thought.

Things changed, up there, lost in space. His kneejerk habit for leaping on any pretty thing that sauntered by had been forcefully tampered by close quarters— he'd have to live with any of the one-night stands he'd normally forget about a week later.

His gaze jumps from her retreating form to Spock, then drops to the fresh cup of tea on the table. The thing was, Kirk wasn't even that large of a fan of tea. But these days he'd take anything that wasn't the jet-black tar they'd convinced themselves was a sorry excuse for coffee. He cocks his head and leans back: "What if I don't like tea?" He challenges, but his palms are around the warm mug even before the sentence is out of his mouth. His gaze sweeps the elder Vulcan's expression. "Did the other me drink tea?"

A curious question from anyone else; telling of what's been on Kirk's mind, for anyone who knew him.

Edited 2014-01-16 02:28 (UTC)

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[We just cancelled another apocalypse, and the skies are lit up with fireworks in celebration. There's partying everywhere in the city, though Pentecost himself isn't taking part in it. He's still at the command center on the ground, barking a few orders, and making sure that everything gets wrapped up.

Maybe you should try to convince him to take a break, now that the threat is well and truly over.]

10.

[ooc: Open! if you have an idea for a scene or something, set up your own prompt]

[Pentecost had been down to survey the area, when Geordi's call catches his attention.]

Yes? Have you found something?

[3]

[Joan is attending a performance at the Colosseum which has just finished. She's so intent, curious to learn as much as she can about everything, which is why she tries to attend any events that may be happening. The fireworks are something she's very familiar with, however, leaning back in her seat as she lifts her gaze up to the skies. She feels this sharp pang in her chest, aching there at how familiar something can be when she is so far from home. Her voice is soft, almost wistful when she speaks.]

... at least some things don't change.

[8]

[After medical school, Joan never thought she'd be attending any type of schooling again, but being suddenly transported to some place in space, it changes things. She's not exactly young, but she's back in school again, trying to learn all she can about the life she's now a part of... and trying to become someone else. From surgeon to sober companion to consultant to... student again. She shares that car ride with others looking to educate themselves as well, but they're currently stalled out on the road in the middle of a traffic jam which isn't exactly as common here as they were in New York City. There are many reasons why she never had a car in that city.

It's been long enough now that Joan finally steps out of the vehicle into the street, frowning at the traffic jam ahead as she rests her elbow on the outside of the vehicle.]

...I guess some things don't change.

Oh! Oz, I'm so glad! [She's clasping both her hands in front of herself, very emotional, very earnest. HER VICTORIAN HEART] You know, it's very lonesome when everybody knows more about the future than you! But now we'll find out a lot together, won't we? Yes! We will!

The reaction and the question really go hand in hand. The uncertain distracted smile, the query about tea which wasn't remotely related to tea at all. He watches him carefully, but not with the piercing unblinking focus that he might unleash if he were to wield the full power of his stare on some other poor soul.

They'd avoided a great number of these questions before, simply by avoiding each other, but for one reason or another Kirk hadn't been able to let it lie - he had never been able to do that - and now here they were face to face over tea, with the question hanging unspoken, open like the maw of a planet-eater before them. It couldn't be ignored, nor avoided, any longer.

"To answer your question," he began, making it clear that he wasn't speaking about tea by the very fact that he was suddenly looking at it, rather than straight at Jim. "There must come a moment in every lifetime when a man must decide for himself whether or not he likes tea. Not by making inquiries of others, but by tasting it for himself. If you want to know for certain what kind of man you are, it is the only logical course of action."

He blinks, owlishly, tilting his head up again.

"The waitress' name is Y'etressi, and I am told that she makes excellent coffee."

Yeah, yeah, so she may have had something to do with it. Clearly some level of fault lies in this system the organics use; its ability to handle changes in conditions is regretably slow.

Well now. That's not what she expected, the other foot flying at her face. She ducks backward, shoving him away with her grip on the other ankle, hoping to use his momentum to knock him over and out of range.

"--the frag was that for!?"

You know, if she'd just led with that they could almost be agreeing about something: organic inferiority.

Almost. Because he could just disagree on principle.

Especially after getting nearly dumped on his aft like that. In front of witnesses. Just what his mood needs.

"The frag was that for!"

[Deadlock looks over at the ridiculous tiny robot with an expression scorn. ]

Just fraggin' human food in those crates. Who slaggin' cares if they get blown up?

[Spoiler: not Deadlock.]

#4
[Shader, with her scrawny muscles and lack of strength, isn't really the mining type. But that doesn't prevent her from being useful! She's spent the last several hours repairing some mining equipment for the workers as they mine the asteroid.

She's currently working on fixing a large drilling machine that won't start for some unknowable reason. Up until a few minutes ago someone would struggle to catch her attention--she always gets lost in her own little world while she's working--but her attention is drawn away from her work when she realizes she's missing one of her tools.

She frowns and looks over her shoulder, getting the attention of the closest person.]

Hey! You haven't seen a screwdriver laying around anywhere, have you? It seems to have sprouted legs and wandered off somewhere...

#10
[Someone gets REALLY excitable and talkative when she's drunk. She's sloshing around some strange, glowing drink in a glass, her face flushed, and talking so loud that she's probably embarrassing everyone around her.]

I mean, Viede's quiet, but he's a REAL sweetie, really. He's always loaning his books to Joshua and doting on him. It's so cute! You'd think a guy that big and muscly would have a bigger temper but Genai's temper is WAY worse, and he's really shrimpy next to Viede! It's hilarious! But whenever I point it out Genai just gets grumpy again. Someone should really take that guy out for a drink so he can loosen up a little.

Edited 2014-01-16 03:59 (UTC)

"It's a...religious symbol. Of their savior, who died on one which..." Alright, Christianity sounds really weird if you try to explain it with no context. Best to try to change the subject. "'Protectors of peace.' So, SpecOps?" She grins knowingly. They could be like Comstar, she thinks, or they could be like Word Of Blake. He seems like a nice guy, so she hopes for the former.

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