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!

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[bestowmercy]

[ there's a multitude of others with far less reservations towards the view, civilians of all sizes and shapes in their ones and twos and groups on their way to their respective affairs, some of which pause and linger just a few moments more than usual to take in today's night sky as it unveils itself. A toddler perched on his father's shoulders coos and gurgles, waves stubby grabby fingers up at the rainbow clouds behind the faraway ceiling; a couple of students take a break from their griping over coursework to whip out their handhelds and aim up, trying to capture it all on tiny screens.

Rena's not immune to the wonder, either; it's not her first trip through space, in all its surprises (bright and dark alike), but this vista is as new to her as it is to Oz. It looks, she thinks, like the milk-glow of the deep oceans at night, or the swirls of some cosmic brush, dipped in stardust; certainly the latter would be just as mesmerizing.

The gasp from somewhere beside her interrupts her thoughts, and she glances at the source with a smile. ]

It's really amazing, isn't it?

[senseandcecilbility]

[Geordi is not the only one invaded by a sense of absurdity. Kevin leans back, still mortified by the Mister Break-induced mess and fighting the urge to apologize all over again. A portent of more embarrassing situations to come, no doubt. However, he is being offered a heartfelt laughter and other displays of amiability, so he clings to his bucket instead. ]

May I ask its purpose?

[Geordi, after all, seems to know what he is talking about. As for Kevin, he has the air of a grandparent who doesn't really expect a comprehensible answer. Those future kids and their strange gadgets...]

not sorry

[constableodo]

[Oh dear, Quark was here. Odo couldn't believe he'd made it here. He came closer, in order to watch what the hell he was scheming. Because he would be scheming something. This was Quark.

Quark was making people pay to look through the window. Typical for a Ferengi, but Odo wouldn't let this happen. It wasn't allowed on the ship, for one. Besides, it just might hide something. And Odo couldn't resist an occasion to tease Quark.

Odo came even closer.]

What are you doing?

[circumsutus]

[The human (maybe human, he's nearly two meters tall and has a giant metal bolt stuck through his skull), whatever he is is currently completely ignoring Quark's obvious sign and taking in the best view without bothering to pay.]

[circumsutus]

[As a doctor, Stein really should be over with the injured, trying to help treat burns and scratches. But his general "stitch them up and tell them to sleep it off" approach is apparently a bit outdated. So instead, he's hovering around, trying to get a good look at everything during the chaos.

At Geordi's invitation, the scientist crouches down to look at the panel.]

Oh? What do you see?

[Things that Stein is obviously expecting Geordi to ignore about his physical appearance: glasses, obvious scarring from stitches across his face (matching the giant stitches across his clothing), the giant metal bolt jammed completely through his skull.

Kevin Cecil | Makai Ouji

[senseandcecilbility]

[9: He was just going to barter for a few hydroponic carrots like a sensible butler, he swears! It is certainly not his fault that he was only slightly sidetracked by a group of long bearded men playing laser dices in a fire pit full of actual salamanders. Alas, it is an universal law that there will always be three beings endowed with the uncanny power to pinpoint without error one true heart's desire: mothers, demons and contrabandists.

A member of the third group has offered Kevin the most fascinating device: a purple sphere covered with labyrinthine angles and emerald green buttons. Kevin is currently attempting to hide - quite ineffectively - his prospective buyer's excitement. It doesn't help that he is holding the toy with both hands and close to his chest, much like a firstborn son.]

My goodness, the more I win, the luckier I become? But sir, that cannot be true!

[He says that as if he really, really wished to be proven wrong.]

Roger Wilco | Space Quest Series | 1

[janitorsecondclass]

Ah, the sounds of interstellar conflict - which are mostly people having a bit of panic and the occasional alarm going off, interspersed with announcements for civilians to stay calm and for various actual military officers to go do things that are relevant to saving the day.

Thankfully, this universe is lucky enough that they are not relying on Roger to be the hero, so instead he's doing thing he actually good at doing - cleaning. Unfortunately, he's cleaning in an area of moderate foot traffic, where there's windows for watching the unfolding conflict outside. As people pile on to watch, Roger has an exasperated sigh to himself, more concerned with how many fingerprints, handprints, and nose-spots he's gonna have to clean up.

"I just washed those windows earlier," he mutters to himself, when he hears someone moving in at a pretty quick pace. "Hey, hey! Mind the wet floor sign!"

[17thangel]

Maria peers over, lifting up her goggles and walking over.

"Its a burned out console, probably too hot to work with. Do you want me to get my piloting gloves and see if I can get into it now or are you just looking for another set of eyes on it? I'm not sure trying to directly link up with a damaged machine is a good idea though."

[stimpakaddict]

[Alas, high-society folk are not something seen often in the wasteland, so mostly the kid is slightly confusing.]

You could say that.

[She sighs, then adjusts her coat a bit in a moment of awkward silence before glancing around.]

Never thought an enclosed space could be so...big.

[nagate]

[Nagate looked a little puzzled; forensic investigation wasn't really his strong point. But he took the omnicorder anyway, reaching into the space to take a scan.]

Hmm... I don't know if this is normal, but I'm getting some low-level tachyon readings. It doesn't look like it's coming from in here, though. Maybe it's some kind of residue?

[stimpakaddict]

[It takes a bit of time before Gina actually notices the alien's staring, mostly out of an awkward attempt to be polite and not look too much at the odd-to-her creature, because doing so would be kinda rude.

So it's a bit chafing when she realizes what she was avoiding doing is exactly what this thing was doing, and once she realizes that, well. She calmly stops what she was doing, then strolls over with a scowl.]

I don't know where the hell you come from, but where I'm from, staring is pretty rude.

[stimpakaddict]

[For a few moments, Dist gets a flat stare, and then a shrug.]

Hey, all I'm doing is the delivering part, guy, and you match the description of who it goes to.

[cinematography]

In her hurry to get back to this view with her camera in hand, Sam has not minded the sign at all, so it's no surprise when she slides on the wet floor. She scrambles, trying to get more of a grip on the floor, but failing that, resorts to getting more of a grip on her camera for her inevitable fall.

"Oh, no!" she protests in vain, as she loses her balance completely.

[cueexplosion]

[The pun registers, and causes said robot to wince and rub his face for a moment, before finally forcing out a half-laugh as he turns to face Meetra with a slightly weary grin.]

Y'know, I thought bein' pulled away from home would get me away from the bad puns, but... At least it wasn't about cuttin' stuff.

[janitorsecondclass]

Roger quite visibly winces as the lady loses her grip with stability, then leans on his mop. He sighs and shakes his head. "Tried to warn you," he says, then goes back to mopping. "If I'd have known this stuff was gonna happen, I'd have gotten more signs..."

[tagteamfromhell]

[Not far down the way is a noseless, pointy-eared fellow about Kay's age with really doofy hair going to town on a punching bag with a ridiculous amount of gusto.

He lacks discipline, but seems to be able to make up for it with sheer determination. And said determination stems from the fact that there's a disembodied voice making fun of him.]

Ohohoho, careful, Grovy! The bag almost posed an actual threat to you! Make sure you show it what for!

[Said voice comes from the sword on his hip, though it's not very obvious given that it lacks a mouth.]

Settle down, Rubi! Training is important!

[tagteamfromhell]

[Unfortunately, Sadlygrove does not wear a jacket. Or a shirt, for that matter, and thus gets the syrup on his arm. He doesn't seem too bothered, though, looking at it in a rather confused manner.]

Uh... Don't worry 'bout it-- [Before he can fully point out that it's not a big deal, another voice comes in, originating from the blade at the boy's hip.]

I knew you were a sap, Iop-brain, but I didn't think it was this bad!

[The blade proceeds to crack into an obnoxious laugh, and Sadlygrove gets flustered, swinging his hand down to smack it square in the hilt-eye.] Shaddup, Rubilax! You're not helping!

I'm so sorry, so very very sorry.

[17thangel]

Maria came up onto the bridge and looked around. She guessed it was pretty, but she was never really raised to care much for beauty or anything, it was always the fight, always the moment. Then she noticed the robed figure, the one dressed like the monsters that weren't quite human and hungered for blood back home did. Without a thought the girl reacted.

"REAPER! GET IT!"

With that, the 4'6, barely 70 pounds soaking wet little girl charged to tackle the much larger, and probably actually physically trained Jedi master.

[blindlygo]

[The gesture is foreign to him, but the intent isn't, and so Geordi is completely ready to shrug off the entire incident. Accidents happen, for one, and he's made a few social faux pas himself since arriving, for all the similarities between the Confederacy and his Federation.

But then he has to go and get an idea.]

Tell you what, you could make it up by telling me where you got those. They aren't inedible for humans, right?

Re: this is not an actual thing pls don't hurt me | 5

[constableodo]

[So she was responsible for the fire. After sending fire units to take care of it, Odo investigated and found that the guilty party could only be this young lady over here.

He was not happy. She would have to give a good explanation for this, or she would spend a long time in a cell.]

What were you doing? [He scoffed.]

Re: Kevin Cecil | Makai Ouji

[nagate]

Hey, that's a pretty good deal!

[Nagate was absolutely terrible at bargaining, or minding his own business. The idea of a gambling device did seem pretty awesome, though.]

But is it gonna work? I mean, you should make sure it's not gonna break after a day.

[blindlygo]

"Link up?" Geordi finds himself asking, before he can stop himself. Sounds like something Data would say. But that isn't what he called this person over here to ask about, so he shakes his head and moves on from the point. "Let's not risk burns just yet. As soon as it's cooled down I want to take a look inside."

In other words, the other pair of eyes on it would be appreciated, and Geordi circles around to the other side of the console, examining it. "The damage on this console is a lot more extensive than any other part of the station."

[17thangel]

"Yeah, use my interface and neurally link to it. I mean its not my Seibzehn, but the process is simple enough. That and my flight gloves are fine for hot reactors, but whatever you know engineering better than me I'd guess."

She peers over it and hrms, pulling her goggles back over her eyes as she moves in closer.

"Well, is the power feed coming into it damaged? Or the data lines that go out of it? Best to see if the console itself overloaded or something external did it first."

[blindlygo]

Some sort of monitoring related to the surrounding system, I thought.

[Geordi steps away to retrieve the eyeball, careful to hold the view steady as he fishes it out from underneath the console, before holding it out toward Break. As soon as the eyeball is out of his hold, he'll rub his hands together, trying to get rid of the residue feeling of slipperiness.]

See something interesting? [From the sound of it, he's not surprised by the thought.]

[blindlygo]

[For Geordi's part, he's used to meeting people having at least a basic understanding of the systems of a starship, though he's given enough tours of engineering that he can guess when a simplified version is needed. He nods, and steps toward the console, tapping one of the undamaged parts of the screen.]

From the look of it, this is the main computer console. It has access to records, particularly of the work that's been done in the station. Might have access to communications and other station systems too.