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!

Comments

[freeprince]

[ Wow rude, Grunt. Grunt is rude. But no, he doesn't have time to that that - he only has time to have his eyes widen and leap to one side. He could normally stop a charge like that, but it was instinct which made him leap to one side. After all, this man was much like a drakonid and those things are physically strong ]

Again?!

WoW goblin OC | I have no icons ;A;

[jhinxit]

[A very oblivious Jhinx passed down the hall, rolls of brightly colored fabric tucked up under each long arm. She might have passed by without incident, distracted as she was by her mental calculations of yardage and thread requirements - but the word 'credits' jumped out at her as readily as the words 'gold' or 'moolah' would back home.

She thumps her rolls down, leaning on them as she glances between the window sign and the proprietor - whom she silently determines is some odd gnome-human crossbreed.

...Or maybe gnome-kobold, with that schnoz.]

Huh. Cleva'. But ya know what you need?

[She snaps her clawed fingers, pointing at Quark with a wink.]

Curtains.

[thegrimheaper]

[The tentacle twitches at Pinoko's words, and Sho makes a face back at it. He knows that there's a chemical reaction that happens with soy sauce, but this... this is not exactly the same sort of thing. He's pretty sure whatever's in his bowl is still alive.]

Negative.

[He pushes the bowl away further and sighs. Normally he's not one for idle conversation, but he's pretty upset about this ramen thing, so it couldn't hurt too much. ]

What're you looking for?

[tinywife]

Ew. No. That is not octopus.

[She wrinkles her nose. She had eaten some pretty strange things in ramen, but she drew the line at living tentacle. Think of the poor squid monster that was running around missing tentacles somewhere for those noodles!

At Sho's question, Pinoko perked up a little. And turned her attentions away from the creepy would-be ramen.]

Pinoko is looking for parfaits. I haven't been able to find any. I'm hoping I have better luck than you did with your ramen. But I don't know what people around here put on their parfaits.

[infomatics]

4ish?
[ soundwave has never been one for menial labour such as mining. his unique talent in gathering information granted him occupations in higher ranks. but this is a giant robot we have here and what else is he going to do but this? watch the organics muddle their way through? such inefficient use of resources. besides, having based his operations on many asteroids, he's never felt more... in place than when he's on one.

that puts him on an asteroid. and what better way to set the foundations of your base of operations then to drop explosives without regard of others on this space-rock. there's no way to connection him to it though, right? he's just a giant robot, paying no attention to the explosions and minding his own business, using his shoulder gun to shoot a hole into the asteroid. ]

[tropenamer]

( He knows that Decepticon. He's actually reasonably sure he's also exiled that Decepticon for good measure, but what's wrong with checking up on old 'friends'. )

Keeping yourself busy, Soundwave?

( He's so smug. )

hello friend

[fuckufuckurparty]

[ Maleficent is decidedly irritable.

It is one thing to be brought to some strange far off place, told that one is in the future and that their world is some far gone memory, so they will simply have to live with it. It is quite another to merely submit to the whims of these simpering fools and the rules of their strange world.

However as much as she would very much enjoy going on a blood soaked rampage through the ton, Maleficent did not gain the title Mistress of All Evil by being reckless nor foolhardy. She knows that things take time and that in her delicate position, so she does not fly off the handle when the suitably dark and chilly rock she had chosen to be her current residence came under siege by the same bumbling fools who were responsible for her presence her to begin with. She plots and plans and sets very little spells.

Broken machinery here, a cave in there. No direct contact because that sort of thing usually results in earnest and valiant knights pounding on one's door and she is not particularly in the mood for them.

This creature, however, she finds most intriguing. A quiet yet powerful beast, he may yet be of use to her. She speaks from where she has been observing him ]

What a diligent worker you are. Your masters must be quite proud.

[tropenamer]

Laught-- ( UGH ) If I wanted to be feared I'd start killing them where they stood.

( He's behaving himself for now. )

[maddeninghatter]

[ He returns the curtsy with a bow, and then straightens up, flipping his hat back onto his head. Except it's wrong way round, and the ribbon floats down in front of his face. He sighs, a puff of air that makes the ribbon float out again. He yanks his hat off — and a pair of white doves fly out of it. He clucks his tongue at them, shaking his head, and replaces his hat, the right way this time. ]

This little girl is Emily —

HIYA KIDDO!

— and you mustn't pay her any mind, cos she likes to tease. Now, Miss Morland, tell me: did you arrive here with any friends, or are you on your own?

[meatbag]

Query: Why not kill them anyway?

[He asks because he'd be totally down for just killing random people.]

[maddeninghatter]

[ Break gives a helpful shrug, as if to say what on earth does he know about bizarrely cute and disturbing aliens.

Meanwhile the toddler-octopus-mameshiba keeps leaning towards Geordi, its "nnnn!"-ing becoming progressively more urgent and pitiful. Finally it drops its appendages and wails. ]

[infomatics]

[ word from the wise; check yo self before yo wreck yoself, starscream. if he was still in stasis locked into his soundblaster alt-mode, that'd be blaring out pretty loud right about now.

soundwave stops gunning down the rock and turns said gun towards his new visitor. ]

Your question is inessential as I have no need for your politics. State your business.

hello! :>

[infomatics]

[ soundwave's pseudo-telepathic ability sees that irritability a mile away (metaphorically. literally, it might be more than few miles since they're giant robots). the colour of irritability draws draws closer then stays as a stray point; soundwave pays no mind until the source of it speaks up.

a female organic attempting to engaging in conversation, which wouldn't necessary a bad or good thing. except she mentioned masters and refers to him in a way he hasn't been in (thanks, senator ratbat). soundwave's mechanical voice blares high above her. ]

I have no master here. My diligence is to myself.

[fuckufuckurparty]

[ What an abrasive voice.

Maleficent arches her brows in mock surprise. ]

Oh no?

[ She glances rather pointedly back down the tunnel where the humans are working (and about to discover that the rock they're hammering away at is turning harder and harder with every strike of their tools) then back to the metal creature. ]

Then would you call this a collaboration? Or are you perhaps an independent party.

[icy_heavens]

[No, no. They're incredibly annoying. Trust him on this.]

If they're halfway intelligent, they're not. There's of course no guarantee of this. [No, not a lot of confidence in the intelligence of people as a whole, here.]

[If you blink, you'll miss his movement. And even if you don't, it at least takes faster than human eyes to see shunpo. In any case, in the next instant, he's a good thirty feet down the tunnel the others fled through. And getting further if you wait.]

gosh I'm sorry this took so long, I went on vacation, but I'm back now!

[ex_trustandobey915]

[ Her eyes widen a little at that, a surprised reaction. She knows the other woman isn't implying she might be irresponsible with her abilities, but all the same — ] Of course. The use of telepathy is regulated by law for the good of everyone — telepaths and normals alike. Naturally there are a few who break the rules, but... [ She pauses a moment, then adds, softer and rather matter-of-factly, ] That's an internal Psi Corps matter.

[ Christine takes the next words as a compliment; she actually flushes just a little, smiling slightly. She's proud of her work, and realizes how valuable her contribution to ExoCorp's revenue stream actually is. ] Well, I do try. My job usually involves ensuring potential clients or business partners are telling the truth during negotiations, but I've dabbled in diplomacy, and accounting and finance — to an extent. [ By law, she's not allowed to do anything related to the company's stocks — telepathy can be used to perpetuate insider trading too easily — but she handles accounts from time to time. ]

[maddeninghatter]

I suppose you could find a job. You were very popular at my friend's salon, even for doing nothing but standing about, looking pretty, and making conversation; and Mrs. Robinson told me she'd give you a job when you were old enough. There must be something like that here; there always is, in a big enough city.

[ He is, of course, choosing this moment to drape his arm about Oz's shoulders, because given the context, that gesture isn't creepy in the least. ]

Or I suppose you could go to school. Reading lots of books, learning things, being around children your own age... oh dear, no. I'm sure you wouldn't like that at all. Would you?

[tropenamer]

( Traitor? Oh, he supposes the Decepticons might see it that way, he's certain Soundwave does. But what has Soundwave ever been but completely loyal to Megatron and blind to everything else? At least Shockwave never pretended to be ruled by anything other than logic.

He's not sure where the Deception that's in front of him stands, but he's going to keep an optic out on her. If her smile is anything to go by, he'll need to. )

The people of Cybertron want a world without reminders and allegiances from the war. As their elected leader ( Primus, does he love that bit. ) it was my duty to see that they got what they wanted - I exiled both Autobots and Decepticons.

[tropenamer]

( Oh he likes you. )

Because sometimes we have to suffer through things we hate for what we want. I'm in no hurry to find myself back in whatever void they had me in on arrival.

[tropenamer]

( The words 'unchecked ambition' should come to mind when you think about Starscream, Soundwave.

But Starscream raises both of his arms in a sign that he comes in peace. Or whatever passes for peace among Decepticons which is just 'I promise not to start shooting at you right away'. )

Direct and to the point, as always. ( Ugh. ) I wasn't aware you'd taken interest in construction.

[blight_phoenix]

"Believe it or not... clothes. Is all I could find." She seemed pretty disappointed in herself. It wasn't as if they lacked any high powered weaponry, but she had hoped she would find something besides nice clothes. But then again, after all that time on Pandora, even nice clothes felt like purple level rarity.

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[blight_phoenix]

You're an easy one to spot.

-Not far behind him. A familiar voice, an unfamiliar one... well, it didn't really matter. Maya stepped up to stand nearby, also looking out unto the latest interval of bloody combat sport. She had an itch to get in there... but it just wasn't the same. Not without the rest of the team.-

Though if you're all the way up here, you probably didn't want to be bothered.

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[blight_phoenix]

What, contraband skyrockets or people enjoying making war into sport?

-Because where Maya came from, those were both a bit nostalgic. She had an itch to get into the arena herself, but it would never be the same without the others, or without Mister Torgue's commentary on the loudspeaker. Indeed, while the window dressing was the same... the whole thing lacked the soul that had made her enjoy her time in the Torgue Arena enjoyable at all.-

[icy_heavens]

[He might feel much more alive during combat than he does behind a desk, but in the end, it's still a job. Not something he did for amusement -- not his, and certainly not anyone else's.

[He glanced over his shoulder, lifted an eyebrow at the voice. Unfamiliar, but no hint of threat so far as he could tell. So he mentally shrugged.] It's fine. [She wasn't being bothersome, at least not so far.]

[blight_phoenix]

The name's Maya, by the way. I think I've seen you around before... no offense, but it's hard to forget hair like that.