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Crux Fleet Moderators ([personal profile] crux_mods) wrote in [community profile] spacehorses2014-01-13 07:45 pm
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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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[personal profile] meteorshots 2014-01-18 02:02 am (UTC)(link)
[ --wait. ]

The future?
searchforpeace: ([63] Just stay awake)

[personal profile] searchforpeace 2014-01-18 02:02 am (UTC)(link)
[At that, Mineva's hand loosens. Glancing to the vendor, she offers a faint smile before she looks around again.]

Let's move off to one side, shall we?

[Her inner peace keeper is playing at the forefront. If he'll follow, she'll lead him off to a quieter section of the marketplace chiefly bustling with food vendors here and there.]
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[personal profile] meteorshots 2014-01-18 02:02 am (UTC)(link)
Like what? I mean, exploring and... Joining the military can't be the only things to do, right?
ja307020: (bitching)

[personal profile] ja307020 2014-01-18 02:05 am (UTC)(link)
If you use or destroy an object, you are doing more than just browsing.

[Clearly this User is glitched all to hell. Tron would find a blank disk for him to stabilize that memory if he was a program.. but what are you supposed to go with malfunctioning Users?]

[personal profile] rouxsheadache 2014-01-18 02:10 am (UTC)(link)
[Well, this usually led to him being knocked out by some random people, but hey, new world and all. What were the odds? At any rate, he does follow her, though does occasionally stop to grab some food; a burger in particular and quickly paying for it.

He munches on it as he finally catches up, swallowing the bite he took the moment he's finally there.]

Not gonna lie, didn't think I'd find a Newtype here. Still, do we know each other or something?

[The hair color, the face...damn it something seemed so familiar, he couldn't put his finger on it.]
ungrounded: (huh?)

[personal profile] ungrounded 2014-01-18 02:15 am (UTC)(link)
What's a tornado?
searchforpeace: ([20] Just stay awake)

[personal profile] searchforpeace 2014-01-18 02:18 am (UTC)(link)
In a way.

[Was that why she had stopped to begin with? Maybe. She glances off again, old instincts of watching for someone following her still prevalent. Finally she responds, quietly:]

I'm...

[Audrey Burne? No. Hadn't she decided to be honest? Her voice drops softer.]

I'm Mineva.

[personal profile] rouxsheadache 2014-01-18 02:22 am (UTC)(link)
[...and then the mouse in the wheel that was Judau's brain began rolling. That hairstyle, that face, and although he met a stand-in to protect the real girl, it was a perfect duplicate disguise. No question, this was--]

MINEVA!? As in Mineva Zabi!?

[He shakes his head, reeling from the shock. Nonononono! Mineva was just a little girl, not even older than him, right? But...she didn't even seem like she was lying in the slightest!]

Could have sworn my head just got hit with a truck now...
smallshoes: (you're spoon-fed.)

[personal profile] smallshoes 2014-01-18 02:22 am (UTC)(link)
W- Well! Where I come from, there's certainly nothing like any of this... There may be some books about, um, about spacemen, but surely something like that wouldn't happen until... until maybe the year two thousand! So... This place, it's like being in the future. I feel. That is, this place must have been around much longer than my home.
smallshoes: (hello,kingdom.)

[personal profile] smallshoes 2014-01-18 02:27 am (UTC)(link)
[Gladly and greatfully, Lizzie hands her basket over. Clearly this man knows what he's doing, and it's nice to meet someone proper. She has no qualms with following a man who reminds her very much of her fiance's kindly butler, firstly because a respectable man would never harm a lady, and secondly because she's perfectly capable of dispatching any non-respectable man who would wish to harm her. (Well, your typical human man, at least...)]

That's awfully kind of you. I'm a little new to this. What's your name, sweet fellow?
ja307020: (beaming)

[personal profile] ja307020 2014-01-18 02:27 am (UTC)(link)
Why do you need to be warm? Aren't you warm already?

[Users when will you start making sense?]
ja307020: (snooping)

yay fireworks

[personal profile] ja307020 2014-01-18 02:32 am (UTC)(link)
[Tron, meanwhile, was finished for the moment with the loud booming crackles and just looking for a way to escape the charmed crowd. Maybe not looking too carefully at where he was going, either, since the occasional gasps kept drawing his attention in case something had happened. He may or may not have bumped Anakin.]

Sorry.

[And another gasp, and another half-wary glance skyward.]
onedamnminute: (Yesteryear)

[personal profile] onedamnminute 2014-01-18 02:35 am (UTC)(link)
"What the good Doctor doesn't know can't hurt him."

Dropped is enough for now. He knows it isn't entirely over, that Kirk will always wonder because it is the nature of thinking beings to do so; just as Spock wonders what the young version of himself will be like, what kind of man he will become, orphaned from his homeworld, alone in an empty universe. So few Vulcans must have survived; Spock hadn't dared to ask that much either. If he didn't ask, he didn't have to know the truth, how few of them were left. Had T'Pring died among them? What of his mother and father? What would become of his siblings? Would his father remarry a Vulcan now, instead of taking a second human wife?

Spock had lost everything already. Faced with this young Kirk, his life ahead of him, he felt a bittersweet longing, pain and pleasure; saudade. His friendship with this man had ended. Kirk was buried - long past his time - but he, Spock, would live on in a universe where the name blossomed anew, where Klingons on the other side of the quadrant would hesitate upon hearing it. He would perhaps still be alive when they unveiled a statue of him at Starfleet Command.

He would watch it all, but he could no longer be a part of it, and it was a tragedy. But in a way the adventure would also live on; it couldn't have ended if it was happening right now.

The plunging depths of emotions oscillated behind his cool veneer, old hands and twinkling eyes.

"This is very much like Vulcan Spice tea. Eerily similar, in fact."
senseandcecilbility: (Content)

[personal profile] senseandcecilbility 2014-01-18 02:42 am (UTC)(link)
[No matter how many times that happens to him, Kevin is rendered completely incapacitated at the perspective of dropping formalities. His already glowing face turns a deeper shade of red. ]

Kevin Cecil, m-- [A deep, soothing breath and another tentative smile.] It is a pleasure to meet you.

[The lady seems nice, though. Hopefully, she won't mind him behaving like an outmoded idiot.]
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[personal profile] onedamnminute 2014-01-18 02:52 am (UTC)(link)
Spock hasn't forgotten his manners. At Janeway's appearance he stands, and then inclines his head curiously. A Starfleet officer. The stance gives her away. For a moment Spock doesn't recognise her; he'd long left Starfleet by the time she had returned and become an Admiral, but the story of her ship and its crew had caught the fancy of many across an Alpha Quadrant ravaged by war. Somewhere among all that news he might have seen an image of her just as she is now, a young Captain with as much heart as a young Captain that he had once served with. Those were the adventures that caught the imagination--even the imagination of an old Vulcan with more pressing matters on his mind.

"Of course."

Having circled the table, he turns out a chair for her, careful to keep the steel legs from scraping offensively across the floor.

"I was beginning to grow tired of keeping myself company. You're more than welcome to join me."
swordoath: (KdqQznO)

i am so rusty, jsyk

[personal profile] swordoath 2014-01-18 02:54 am (UTC)(link)
[ and he'd know that poofy blonde anywhere. forget the fruit. well... forget the one that he had been looking at. instead he picks up the one that hits him...

then proceeds to walk up to the kid and hold it out for him. ]


Tell the truth. Were you actually aiming for me?

[ the other parts from his memory will sink in soonish. ]
senseandcecilbility: (so zen)

[personal profile] senseandcecilbility 2014-01-18 02:57 am (UTC)(link)
[He has two baskets and the young lady seems happy. The world order has been momentarily reestablished. It is is indeed a joyful day.]

Kevin Cecil, madam.

[Stepping forward to protect the girl from the pressing crowd, he helps her navigate to the stall with identical though much cheaper shoes. This seller has even cuter and cheaper models, so she can have fun trying to decide.]
accompaniment: little sister, queens of the stone age. (no more livin' life behind a shadow)

ahahaHAHAHA no i'm sorry already

[personal profile] accompaniment 2014-01-18 03:46 am (UTC)(link)
[why, of course she'd love to help her beloved elder brother out! there's nothing she'd like more (other than to go home), so she bounds up to him and, from behind him, reaches around him to press a finger against a key.]

Having trouble, big brother? [she asks as (if she doesn't already know) she listens to the shrill sound the... the thing with the piano keys make, ah, that is not a desirable sound.

well, she did always leave the piano playing up to him, didn't she?]
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[personal profile] meteorshots 2014-01-18 03:52 am (UTC)(link)
N-No! There was-- [ Someone else, but when Cloud looks past him and after the thief, the crowd's already sewing itself back together, repairing the rift that the overzealous alien took off through. But there are more important matters, here, now.

He doesn't even seem to notice Zack's trying to hand him back his projectile. ]


I didn't even know you were here. [ And what he thought was worse, but that doesn't come as readily as the excuse. ]
positronically: (Intriguing)

[personal profile] positronically 2014-01-18 04:01 am (UTC)(link)
Indeed. Perhaps that is why we have been brought here. To assist in not only our own rescue, but theirs as well.

[He's carefully peeling aside more of the casing so Geordi has more access.]

I am troubled, however, at the implications. Are we breaking the Prime Directive if we bring our technology to this universe? Or are we ensuring the survival of multiple dimensions and thousands of lives? Should we keep our secrets to ourselves and patch up what we can?

I hope you see the moral conundrum here.
swordoath: (ejBOUeA)

[personal profile] swordoath 2014-01-18 04:04 am (UTC)(link)
Hmm?

[ his gaze shifts, following Cloud's line of sight. something must've happened, true. whatever it was, it's long out of sight and out of mind now. because there are more important things. like turning attention back to Cloud.

of course the last thing that he remembers is, well... but Cloud looks fine! fine enough for him to reach over and ruffle some blonde spikes. ]


Didn't know you were here either. If I had, then I would've hunted you down a lot sooner. It's good to see you on your feet. Had me worried and everything, you know.
swordoath: (☄ How far do we let it go)

[personal profile] swordoath 2014-01-18 04:06 am (UTC)(link)
Well yeah but...

[ man. does he have to explain that? doesn't everyone know - ]

If you don't stretch and stuff before a hard workout, you could get hurt.
ja307020: (looking)

[personal profile] ja307020 2014-01-18 04:15 am (UTC)(link)
[A thoughtful hum. It seems terribly inefficient, but so much about User-ness is. The rest, though...]

May I join you?

[Even if it's not hitting things, mildly risky workout sounds nice.]
jackstabbed: (THE GLEN WHO HAS EVERYTHING)

[personal profile] jackstabbed 2014-01-18 04:49 am (UTC)(link)
[ Ow owww that was his ear, but he is pretty sure it is damaged beyond all repair now. ]

Ah -- Lacie [ Nope still wincing as he makes an attempt to turn the volume down or turn it off or something ]

Yes. [ Ah there. Volume down to a more reasonable level. He's still trying to find a setting that makes it actually sound like a piano though. ] ... please don't touch it. [ Though even as he says that he's pretty sure that's going to inspire her to touch it anyway. ]
littlecrowgirl: (its a funny story really)

[personal profile] littlecrowgirl 2014-01-18 04:51 am (UTC)(link)
A giant robot taking out a stoplight? What part of that sentence isn't cool?

[Seriously, it's like something out of a movie.]

What's your name?