Test Drive Meme

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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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Fllay Allster | Gundam SEED

[taintedperceptions]

1

She's transfixed, eyes wide as she watches from the windows. It's not the first battle she's seen, although she's been trying to pretend everything is okay. This isn't the Archangel, the enemies here aren't Coordinators, but the battle looks the same, ships firing on each other and Fllay is all but plastered to the window.

Even though she wants to walk away, there's something that keeps her there and she doesn't even realize space has changed. The explosions are closer now and when a smaller ship explodes, the memories take over.

And she's back on the Archangel, struggling to get free, hands reaching for the now disintegrated ship that had held her father, her mouth open on a scream that she didn't even realize was coming from her.

(Open to other scenarios as well, this just lent itself to an idea I wanted to pursue)

3 | and oh my god, legion <3 <3

[bestowmercy]

[ The fireworks are beautiful.

Public events such as these have always drawn their seas of people, with this one no exception; and with probabilities and the Law of Dr. Murphy being what they are (as Nathan had put it, grousing good-naturedly) the medical staff could look forward to at least a double handful of drunks, a cup of sprains and cuts, and maybe a pinch or two of dehydration here and there for tonight's supper. They were equipped and staffed for a fair bit more than that, but such was the nature of preparation, wasn't it? Better excessive enough to lie idle than to be lacking when necessary.

She'd objected, at first-- this shift was hers, too, it wouldn't be fair to them-- but they'd insisted. Go on, we'll beep you if there's a real call. West block just over there, take the elevator to just before top floor, there's a not half bad view from this part of downtown most people don't think about. It's your first time at the light show, isn't it? Might as well take the chance. C'mon, it's not like any of us haven't seen this stuff a million times already.

And so the west block it is (checking once, twice before leaving, once again on the elevator, that her commlink hang secured and active at her waist), and the walkway's traffic does seem a bit more sparse than the milling crowds just outside the triage tent. Most of it walks by her, in transit rather than having arrived, affording at most the odd glance to the proceedings outside.

Not wanting to be in their way, she gravitates to the windows; floor-to-ceiling affairs, like many other places, the kind that always felt as though one might sink and fall right through them, if you leaned far enough. The railings themselves reminders to keep from doing just that, and so she leans on one of them instead, just a few feet away from the armored figure doing the same; hands folded and elbows braced, she looks outside.

To the observer, just another young humanoid, cutting the sort of forlorn figure most lone spectators her age do this night. ]

[blindlygo]

[Well. He assumes there's some kind of special edge. Because that would just make sense, in space, right?]

Keep it small, at first. We need to know who, or what, is in there, and we don't want to cause any more damage to this being than we have to.

[Without the presence of an armed security team, or more accurate readings on the life form in there, they'll have to satisfy themselves with that.]

[blindlygo]

Yeah, I'd say that describes our situation pretty well right now.

[In the midst of examining a particular part of the console's interior, Geordi pauses, then leans in closer.]

Well, I found the problem, all right.

[notacaptain]

Not sure what they could have been after. I'll put out some feelers ad see if anyone notices anything over the next few weeks.

[Her frown mirrors his ad after another few moments she activates her omnitool, the holographic interface flaring to life over her arm. It took her years to figure out the damn thing, no way she was switching over to whatever the natives to this universe used!]

Let me give it a scan first. I'll send you whatever I turn up ad you can compare it to your own findings.

[It never hurt to be as thorough as possible.]

[notacaptain]

I've got crew who'd take it as a personal challenge.

[Shepard's lips twitch wryly at the thought of Grunt in Wonderland. That's one story that would have had a very different ending than the original.]

Even most normal people would have ended up eating and drinking everything if they were stuck in that room for long enough with nowhere else to go.

Because even after all of this time, we still need to be reminded to enjoy the journey and the destination. Never heard of Flotter, but weirder things have happened.

[And better Flotter than Blasto.]

1

[senseandcecilbility]

[Mobs fleeing in panic always bring back memories. However, today Kevin is not delivering divine punishment, but lending large amounts of anonymous assistance. He is praying under his breath as he pushes through the crowd, and if many of those desperate beings escape the cascade of twisted metal and broken glass, it is only because sometimes miracles happen… or perhaps it was just a (hopefully) invisible crystal barrier.

He is about to slip into a corner and seek one of the few evacuation exits still available, when the young lady with pointy ears approaches him.]

Y-yes. Yes, of course!

[Immediately positioning himself on the other side of the wounded human, he attempts to speed up their progress.]

[knowdeathknowglory]

Anzu snorts and smirks at Deadlock.

"Well, looking is not a crime, I'm sure," he says, more or less to himself. "That said, dearest, why aren't you looking at something more to your interest? Like, oh, I don't know ... wrenches? Motor oil?" He smirks wider as he says this.

[knowdeathknowglory]

Anzu frowns at Boromir in confusion; the concept of welcoming battle is as alien to him as flying is to the dwellers of the abyssal plains. Boromir might as well tie wings to an anglerfish and push it off a cliff as explain to Anzu the point of fighting when you don't have to.

"Er, no, sadly I don't, dearest," he says, hesitantly. "I mean, my weapon is my natural fire, so I don't particularly take stock of nearby armories or sunrod stores or ... or ... whatever."

Mordin Solus | Mass Effect | 7

[tarantara]

[ Mordin looks up from the lab desk as the ship flies through the nebula. Frowning, he stands and walks to the observatory window, tapping a finger to his mouth. ]

Colors distracting. Appear brighter in peripheral vision. Potentially hazardous with current study of sensitive materials. Precursor to laboratory misfortune. Important to indulge momentary curiosity to avoid long-term disfigurement.

[ He stares. The lights move in slow swirls, soft pink in color. The frown eases off his face ]

Reminiscent of...seashells. Soft-coral Gorgonians. [ He takes a deep breath through his nostrils, closing his eyes and clasping his hands behind his back. ] External visual stimuli an unexpected comfort--stars finite. [ he opens his eyes and smiles ] And metamorphic in final stages. Promoting the birth of a new star. Intriguing.

[ Mordin stares out the observatory window ]

An acceptable outlet for distraction. Temporarily. Healthy, for morale.

Will contemplate potential disfigurement later.

Re: 1

[donttouchthequbeley]

I'm fighting, aren't I? All that matters.

[They hadn't even gotten close to penetrating the main armor of her machine. She would have preferred the Qubeley over this machine simply for speed, but this would have to do. Funnels still flying around the targets and giving chase, she began to charge the mega particle gun. If she could lure them all into one spot...]

The Quin Mantha is still operating in near full capacity. Now make sure you don't get in front of me, if you want to live.

[bestowmercy]

[ She can't blame those who don't stop for them. And so when someone does-- well, be it in grand miracle or simple outstretched hand, grace received in times of need never fails to draw forth the sort of grateful smile Kevin receives from said young lady as he comes for them. ]

Thank you. [ To the man, gentle and soothing as their third positions himself: ] The shelter's just down this way. Can you---? Mmm, you're doing great. Keep it up, okay?

[ And speed up they manage between them, though perhaps a little lopsided in gait, for Rena's shoulders are hardly at Kevin's altitude. They manage, in due time, to reach the tail end of the remaining crowd before a closed entrance-- no more than two dozen left, perhaps, milling anxiously as they wait for the doors to open again, hoping and counting the seconds and waiting....

...until the green light above the doors turns red, and calm, prerecorded tones echo over the crowd: Attention: shelter full to capacity. Please relocate to alternate shelters at Sector Beta-9, Theta-2, Zeta-7. Follow emergency signs. Attention: shelter full to capacity---

Gasps, shouts, outraged protests, fists pounded against doors. The dismay is tangible. A few of the cannier ones slip away swiftly, getting their head start on the others; Rena herself stands there, briefly rooted, and though she doesn't breathe it out loud, the oh no is written clearly on her face. ]

pffff 8 it is

[ja307020]

[Tron just leans on his 'cycle, wishing that he could send it to storage and just walk out of the terrible traffic jam, when the overblown yelling grabs his attention.

What. Is. That?

Traffic's not going anywhere. He steps away so that he can get a better look at Tohri.]

Greetings.

[This is definitely the most unusual User he's seen here...]

[dhianeila]

Haha, joke's on you, shooter, bullets go right through her. Of course, that didn't mean she didn't flinch away at the action all the same.

Swiftly moving forward as well, Dhianeila did what she did best. Try to reason.

"We mean you no harm, please do not try to attack us. Are you mister Decker?"

[dhianeila]

"You seem concerned about that," she answered, giving him a sympathetic look.

"Is ... 'different' a bad thing?"

[jesus_is_gundam]

"...I don't know." It was the only honest answer he could give.

God they're like children

[shitflashpointsays]

Flashpoint rather hopes she never rates on that list; they're kind of stuck in this place together so 'irritating' of 'midly antagonist' would really be better. Not that she's gonna get too bent if he decides to get the hate-on; join the crowd really.

Oh. Well. She stands corrected then. You showed her Deadlock! (and played right into it, thanks! Less work for her to do.) Better watch yourself though; Flashpoint likes a show-off, or at least the confidence that goes with it as long as it's not slathered in smugness.

"Hey, I know manual labor is 'beneath' some mechs." Emphasis on I hope you aren't one of them.

Flashpoint's just going to cringe at the sound of metal scrapping on roadway as Deadlock moves the vehicle off the roadway. That'd can't be healthy! She's not taking that bait though, nope. She's just going start restacking the huge cargo crates back on the sled now that it's upright. "It's fine though, I don't mind doing the hard jobs."

Really, she just...can't stop taunting him. Is self-preservation a thing than can malfunction? Maybe she should get hers checked.

Children with guns.

[driftlock]

"Hnh. You must know a lot of Autobots then," he sneers. Because who else would think they were too good for work? Megatron had rallied the real workers, those who had had enough of scrabbling and fighting and never getting ahead.

Oh, sorry, did that hurt your sensitive audio? You poor fragile baby. Let Deadlock...make it worse, wrenching the bumper just for funsies as he drops it into position.

"Rather clean up my own messes than this stupid...organic clusterfrag."

[pivotpoint]

[Wow, who did this kid think she was? A sour expression plays on her face as she watches this unfold.]

If you're talking about the bubbles, that's the whole point of soda.

[donttouchthequbeley]

Not that fizz, you dolt. The actual taste!

[She gets another can of a different flavor. Crystal Pepsi sounded interesting...Getting t, she waited this time for no fizz. Opening the can, she drank--

And her face turned purple before she spat it out.]

Oh I don't feel so good...

[The hell was in that!?]

[pivotpoint]

Maybe you should try something you're more familiar with. And call me a dolt again? I'll leave you with him.

[Kaname pulled her foot off the man to prove a point.]

[donttouchthequbeley]

I'm not familiar with any--

[As if to shut this up, the man moved, pushing Puru Two off of him and right into the vending machine. Not wanting a repeat of before, the thief bolted away from the two. Puru Two in the meantime rubbed her head, blood forming from the cut she got.

Growling, she glared at the man and aimed a gun. Nothing but idiots and jerks she had to face in this world, and the fact she got hurt did not sit well.]

I'm done dealing you idiots!

[May wanna stop her...]

[pivotpoint]

[And people at school thought Kaname's temper was out of control! Quickly the High School girl ran over to Puru Two, and grabbed the hand with the gun in it. If she had the nerve to stop Sousuke from shooting Leonard, she could save a thief from a ten year old.]

Stop it, what are you nuts!?

[donttouchthequbeley]

[And Puru Two begins her tug of war. Not much considering her own physical strength.]

A shot to the leg is not fatal!

[The thief was already out of sight in a flash. Apparently he didn't want to take the risk. Still, Puru Two isn't letting go of her weapon.]

[pivotpoint]

You're like, what, eight!? You shouldn't even have one of those!