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

[velveteened]

( haha what's restraint. )

That's a great idea! You know how to make strawberry shortcake, don't you?

( hook, line, and sinker. )

[senseandcecilbility]

[There is some obvious blushing at the compliment before he lowers his hand and steps back.

He closes his eyes briefly, head tilting in an almost birdlike manner. The section is not only a broken pattern, but a different pattern in itself.]

They are not arbitrary. They seem to be a... cyphered countdown, hidden beneath alternations between multiples of seven, nine and two.

[He is, by now, thinking about saboteurs, nationalists and anarchists. Unless modern devices can purposefully break their own logarithmic sequences and come up with specific cyphers on their own.]

[ja307020]

[Tron's reach isn't as long, but he solves that pretty handily by the simple expedient of leaping at the bugs, aiming kicks and the landings from his jumps at anywhere that doesn't look armored or toothy. His first target goes down easily from taking the brunt of a landing, but he takes the time to jab it through the eye with a knife to be sure-- no need to have anything trying to shamble after him.

It's more effort than he's used to, and a quick experiment shows he can't slam any of the bugs into each other by throwing them as he might have in-system, but this is fun he hasn't had in a while, dodging flailing limbs and stabbing vulnerable spots. Even if he is getting covered in ick.]

I like your way of thinking.

[And the ice trick is pretty awesome too.]

[senseandcecilbility]

[Can't make the bunny sick.]

Of course! [Not as well as Mister Gilbert, but he can do his best.] What would be life without strawberry shortcakes?

[ja307020]

"I think there are rules against inaccurate labeling," Tron said innocently. The prickly thing looked difficult to peel. Probably shouldn't take that back. He was half-looking for a few examples of the kind he'd tried earlier-- it had a nice sweet-sour flavor even if the flesh was bright pink.

"Greetings, Anzu. I am Tron," he said, nodding a bit to Anzu's bow.

[velveteened]

Absolutely terrible!

( he finds himself wondering, idly, about the mutated whatsits he'd called rhubarb berries in exsilium. supposing they actually exist in space...? )

[constableodo]

[Remember what I said about Odo's arm?]

*scoff* I don't have an oesophagus.

[cherubim]

DETAILS.

[constableodo]

[As if.] Ha!

I am the one asking questions here.

[cherubim]

AND WHAT QUESTIONS ARE YOU ASKING?

[constableodo]

[Who's asking the questions again?]

I need a better explanation for your almost destroying half the ship.

[cherubim]

HA. HA. HA. YOU ANSWERED MY QUESTION.

NOW I'M THE ONE ASKING QUESTIONS.

WHO PUT YOU IN CHARGE OF SECURITY?

[constableodo]

[Congratulations, Odo is now officially pissed off. And threatening.]

Ha! You will answer my questions, or you will spend the rest of your days in this cell.

[cherubim]

I HAVE ANSWERED YOUR QUESTIONS. NAME ONE I HAVEN'T ANSWERED.

THAT'S RIGHT. YOU CAN'T.

AND HERE'S THE BEST PART. ASIDE FROM A CONFESSION. YOU HAVE NO PROOF. I ACTUALLY STARTED THOSE EXPLOSIONS. WHO IS TO SAY. I'M NOT ACTUALLY COVERING FOR SOMEONE ELSE? WHAT A FAILURE OF JUSTICE. ON YOUR BEHALF.

[tryannsauros]

Don't tell me what to do.

[ He squints at her. By his estimation, that car probably won't move no matter how hard she shoves it. It might... rock, a little. ]

Ever just wanted to hit something? Maybe not with your head, but with other things. [ Because her skull would probably crack. ]

[tryannsauros]

[ Uhhh, okay... He tones down his struggle to almost a full stop, and even goes so far as to lower his head. ]

Get it off, before I crush it.

[ The creature is trying to dig under his crest, which is kind of uncomfortable. Grunt is one step away from shooting himself in the face. The sad part is that he might actually do it.

Before anyone has the chance to do anything, however, a fairly large rock breaks off the ceiling and nails Grunt in the head. ]

--Ow. Damn... caves.

[ On the bright side, the lizard is history. Grunt thoughtfully touches his nose, though it's unclear if he's actually hurt or just something else. ]

[icy_heavens]

[Aiming for the head is instinctive; it's the way to dispatch Hollows, which before this had always been his primary foes. And it's not a bad instinct to have if you're aiming for deathblows. Most creatures, in his experience, wouldn't be able to survive having their skulls cleaved. These ones fall the same as anything else.

[Not a fraction of movement is wasted, his dodges only meant to put him in optimal striking position. Any cut he receives is a minor one, barely even a burn across his skin. It's a more alive feeling than he gets on the ship. Much as they strive to make it feel real up there, in the end it's all artificial.

[But fun? No, he can't say that. He prefers the field to the office, if anyone were to ask, but the word "fun" doesn't really enter into the equation.

[He's handling his own business easily enough, so he keeps occasional watch out of the corner of his eye on how his impromptu partner is doing. At least he seems to be stuck with someone halfway sensible and competent for this.]

[driftlock]

"The frag's that supposed to mean?" Talking like the war's over? Hnf. If the war was over there'd be like 100% less Autobot here.

"What's the matter? Not maneuverable enough?" SNORT. Oh, yes, he went there. Because, bring it.

[thekillingword]

"Only as symbolism: something dangerous guarding hidden knowledge. The image of the sandworm guarding Spice has largely supplanted it, but they mean the same thing."

Interesting that he'd say he's been down the corridors of time. He can't smell Spice on him (and his sense of smell is extremely acute) but he knows there's more than one way to march down that terrible path.

[tropenamer]

They're a nuisance. ( #helping ) No, that's what the Autobots called their army. My side was the Decepticons.

( Was being the key word, because he sold them out and exiled them just as he did the Autobots. Not that he regrets that decision, because he'd do it again in a heartbeat if he could - the planet was his, and now there wasn't anyone to try and take it from him.

Or would, if he was back there. )

[tropenamer]

I don't remember asking for your opinion.

( Snapped back, because he's still irritable about the whole 'somewhere that isn't Cybertron' thing. )

[shitflashpointsays]

"Just what I said. You want me to cube it up into sugary little bite sizes that are easy to swallow?" Because he's clearly the type who likes energon confections right? "War's over. NO one won. We're lucky we're not fragging extinct."

Oops, she forgot the sugary coating. (Except not really.) Also this conversation would be 100% different if she knew who she was talking to. But you know, names, introductions, manners...whatever. Hindsight will be no less than priceless.

Oh, but now they're competing for who's got the biggest frown. Flashpoint doesn't take too kindly to that maneuverability pot shot. Sure her weight distribution might make for a little rough handling but no one beats her off the start, not with this engine. The one that's revving right now, by the way.

She let's the last cargo crate drop onto the sled with a thud, optics pinned on the other Cybertronian. "You done screwing around over there? Why don't you find out for yourself?"

And, oh. Is that the sound of security sirens in the background?

[tropenamer]

( Double rude. His optics narrow - he didn't exile the Decepticons just to get trashed talked by someone he doesn't even know. )

It's a symbol for power, for the new leader of Cybertron and Cybertronians alike. ( Said using his best 'I want the best for everyone' voice that he's perfected over the past few months. And also a bit of smugness. ) Since I decided I wanted to.

Fayt Leingod | Star Ocean: Till the End of Time

[etherealblast]

[2]
[When the attack had begun Fayt had thrown himself into the fray, sword in hand. He's cutting down the attacking beasts as they come, though his focus seems to be pointedly on keeping the less combat able of the trading parties out of harms way. The sword is a fairly archaic weapon compared to some of the technology people in the group carried, but he seemed far more comfortable with it in hand than one of the pistols others were using.

When the attack finally ends, he's using what little healing symbology and first aid he knows to help take care of the injured. He's far from the best at it, but he can at least manage minor first aid until someone else more experienced can help.]


[6]
[Fayt was an active sort of guy, so it's no surprise that he'd end up on the gym often-- Dressed in a plain black tank and shorts, today he's indulging in a sport he hasn't had the time to enjoy in a long, long while, and the easy way he moves across the basketball court, even alone, seems to indicate he's not exactly a casual player, even if he's feeling more than a little rusty with a ball. How long had it been since he'd held a basketball, anyway....?

He definitely wouldn't say no to some company.]

[heroineintraining]

[ She really isn't sure what to make of the creature. She had seen drawings of dolphins before but never one in person and never one that looked quite like this. ]

Oh. Yes, of course, but it's still proper to thank someone when they've helped you.

[ She mimics the head tilt slightly, eyes still very wide. ]