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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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Well there's no mistaking that sound, the distinctive mechanical shifting of a Cybertronian.

But OH. It's THAT guy. She's seen him around, enough to know from he's probably trouble. Which is, well, just an advertisement for fun in her book. Takes two to tango?

The holo sticks her head out the window and shouts up at the other grounder. "Hey! Why not make yourself useful and clear the road!" Because sorry buddy, the force of frowns alone isn't gonna move several tons of cargo vehicle. And well, you've broken cover so she doesn't have to!

"Less than 50 huh? Sounds like Marine training," he replied with a dark chuckle. It used to be a lighthearted joke if the statistics weren't true...

"Fireworks huh? Sounds like it'd be nice to have a bit of a break after a nice battle. I guess I shouldn't celebrate too hard just yet then or I might not make it to the fireworks."

Though, just like he thought before, the mannerisms and attitude of the miss did entice him to smile. It was cute, definitely so and her aptitude made it all the more appealing. With a nod, and a raised bottle, Splicer smiled. "It would be my pleasure m'lady."

[Being enabled is so refreshing. Most people he knows would be repressing him at this point. After some careful consideration, Kevin presses a green button (everything about the future is buttons, he has learned fast enough).

The toy makes a happy noise.

Oh! Did I win? Does that mean I win?

Sounds good to me. I'll keep investigating here while you do that. I should have a proper analysis by the time you're done with that.

[He's already turned halfway toward the panel again, omnicorder at the ready.]

Sir, if you please~ though you could also call me by name, if you wish! [ZEX bobs a little bow back, and introduces himself,] Admiral ZEX at your command, my charming friend.

And yes, these circumstances are interesting indeed! Though I surely wouldn't complain about my former life, it's so exciting to be surrounded by so many delightfully unique people and cultures, don't you think?

Edited 2014-01-14 18:57 (UTC)

Tsumugi laughed; it was a pleasant sound, maybe a little incongruous coming from someone so tall. "How wonderful!"

From beneath her skirts, a slender tentacle emerged. It was about the height of a human being, and it handed Splicer a piece of paper with some directions written on it. "This is where I was planning to watch it from. There should be plenty of space, even for someone like me."

She looked a little embarrassed as she said this last, but what could she do? They just didn't make lawn chairs for people her size.

"Oh my -- is that a blast burn I see on your poor Wraith?"

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[ As the klaxons sound signalling the coming of the attack, Lar'c puts her hand to her forehead to lift off the small, white object -- and then pauses to curse, hot and under her breath. She's sure the administrators of the Confederation fleet would make good on their threat to ground her if another civilian filed a report of a gigantic robot in a area like this shopping center during an external emergency. And going down the main corridors would be a slow slog of pushing her way past every single concerned or panicked civilian.No, she needs to be in Diex-Newf as soon as she can manage it, and that means avoiding the normal routes down to the hanger.

Lar'c slips to the side of the corridor, out of the way of crowd to scan the layout. A small corridor sign catches her eye: it bears a symbol for an maintenance hatch and she smiles to herself grimly before pushing off from the wall towards the door. She's trying not to hit anyone or be hit, but she's not so much paying attention as she is weaving through the crowd on instinct and force of her glare.]

Coming through!

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[ Lar'c is taking a moment to herself in one of the observation areas, curled up on a bench with her jacket around her shoulders to watch the remains of the stars streaming past the fingertips of the hand she's pressed against the window. She's staring, blinking very slowly as she traces the patterns of the trailing stars beneath her hands. Given her occupied air, it's quite possible Lar'c has forgotten that she's in a public room where someone could come by and see her.

But the bench has quite a lot of room left, given she's so small, and it is a prime viewing spot: maybe company would not go entirely amiss. ]

"Well, if the design was sane and some redundancy was planned, then all we need to do is find the backup tapes or whatever they use and the data can be salvaged. This main console though who knows."

With that she puts on her gloves and starts unscrewing the panels despite the heat, not seeming to care any more than a the ambient heat makes her sweat.

"Strawberries, I haven't had those in forever."

Maria figures the blue haired woman isn't going to get it and starts rummaging through her pouch for coins.

"I wonder what the rest of the stuff on that is but fruit..."

[Quark could hear her coming from a mile away and he probably should have moved before she came barreling down the hallway, but for some reason he had assumed the robots around here had sensors to avoid stepping on innocent organics.

Silly him. This one must have missed that upgrade. When its obvious he's about to be run over, the Ferengi dives from his chair with a high pitched shriek of terror, hitting the deck with his arms over his head.

The sound of the unfortunate chair bouncing off a metal foot and launching down the hall where it eventually smashes on a bulkhead is disconcerting. Considering that could have easily been him AND the chair.]

Hey! That chair was private property!

[Priorities.]

Splicer took the paper and nodded, seemingly undisturbed by the roving tentacle. Looking over the location, Splicer smirked, "Sounds like a perfect spot and I'm sure we'll get a killer view of the show."

The embarrassment was sweet, she really was a kind soul and the latter question made it clear she was also caring.

"Ah yeah, my poor baby got hit for as much as I pride myself in being unhittable. I was planning on pampering and repairing her tomorrow." a tune up, repairs, maybe treating her to some grade S fluids. You know, the works!

Edited 2014-01-14 19:11 (UTC)

[At this point, he's not even surprised to see the Constable show up to rain on his profit parade. The Universe is a cruel and merciless place. Quark glances up from his data padd with a look that conveys practiced innocence.]

Offering the people here a wonderful opportunity. For a low price, I might add.

[All humans look alike to Quark- okay, well the giant bolt straight through the head was new, but people could wear whatever they wanted he supposed.]

Nice, isn't it? That'll be 5 credits, by the way.

[Surely this huge mysterious man was a law abiding citizen who didn't mind contributing to the economy, right?]

"Oh, I certainly hope so," said Tsumugi cheerily. "I'm so happy they let me move around the city. There's so much to see!"

Several more tentacles appeared to touch the surface of the Wraith, tracing the score on the surface of the metal. "Oh, you should. I'm sure she'd appreciate it, and taking care of your machine is so important. I'm surprised you can do it all yourself, though -- I remember Tanikaze-san always had the support of the maintenance department whenever the Tsugumori came back in pieces."

She sighed, sounding a little forlorn. "You know, I miss them so much. I wonder if they'll ever show up here? Or maybe they're wondering what happened to me..."

[Of course he would make people pay through the nose and tell them they're having it easy. As if.

Odo scoffs.]

Ha! This space doesn't belong to you. Stop it or you'll end up in a cell.

[This is security speaking, of course.]

[Jason's handshake, on the other hand, is firm and confident. He might be more careful if he knew how easily Equius could crush his hand, but he figures that the troll has decent control over himself.]

I'm officially worn out. I'm probably gonna take a shower and cool off somewhere. [He pauses, then claps his hands together once and grins.] Hey, you want my omnicorder code or something? We could go running or spot each other sometime.

Five credits? That seems a bit much. [That is not a nice smile.]

It is my pleasure, Admiral MEX, sir. Walter Bishop, at your service.

Indeed! I mean, I have had my suspicions about space for years, but to see a place that offers such wonders--to fly in the sky amongst the stars, as I had but only dreamed of in my childhood-! It's enough to make one so positively giddy that the years flow away from yourself for awhile, or perhaps so giddy as to need to lay down for a little bit. Lucky that we were lying down already when they woke us up, isn't it?

It wouldn't be too hard to go mad out here. Too much confinement, nothing between you and the stars. Get fed up with your coworkers and then just snap. I could see it happening.

[Stein tends to go insane more quickly than most.]

Or someone started it accidentally.

[Whatever else Del may have had to say on the topic of the smeared syrup, it's fairly quickly forgotten, and she gives the sword a narrow-eyed, confused look. This world is taking some getting used to.]

. . . what the hell?

[One corner of Del's mouth turns up in an almost-smile, and she taps the Fleet omnicorder on her hip.]

Not unless this thing's a liar.

[She turns and gestures back in the direction she came, then adds after a momentary hesitation]

Treat you to some of them, if you like?

[This world of the Confederacy may not deal in debts and repayments the same way hers does, but she figures the offer probably won't be taken badly -- and it'll satisfy her own sensibilities about reparations for her clumsiness.]

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He's seen fireworks a hundred times before, and yet today, standing alone in the crowd of people watching on the promenade, Spock is shaken to the core by the lights in the sky above him.

He's quiet, maintaining control, but he can't even find himself to envy the pleasure of the people around him. There are small children punching their hands up into the sky, and whoops and coos as the fireworks splinter the sky into whirling lights. It cuts at a raw, open wound in his chest, and the man who gave up his home only to lose another turns from the joyous display, concealing the tell-tale tremble of his hands in his long sleeves.

He needs to meditate, but a cup of tea will steady his hands. He can be found on the promenade or leaving it, or else sitting at a table, a warm cup of spiced tea set on the table before him, hands steepled and eyes closed.

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Space. This was where he belonged. It shines with an incandescent beauty, but someone would have to pull Spock up to make him remark on it even now. It's much more interesting to him as a nebula, residual elements scattered among the stars, waves of radiation that revealed themselves in a glittering spectrum. Occasionally he thought he could see ionised sparks of electricity leaping among the scattered dust.

There.

He was sure about it. His eyes narrowed, expressing concern. If the radiation were dangerous, the fleet wouldn't be taking this route--of course there was the possibility that they didn't know...

No, he was thinking like a science officer. A First Officer. He was getting too old for it.

[ Being short means that you're often edged to the side in big crowds unless you get really aggressive with your elbows: and sometimes, it's just not worth bothering if the crowd is getting really aggressive back. Which means that Lar'C just got accidentally elbowed off into this weird corner with another girl in it quite by accident. She's straightening off her jacket with a small huff when she registers the scene in front of her.

Peering more closely at the screens produces a raised eyebrow: it reminds her a bit of looking over Casio's shoulder at home as he toils over diagnostics and maintenance, but this isn't a hangar bay, and that isn't a robot. ]

Huh. Looks complicated.

[Anakin's presence is comfortable and familiar. Though the young man has much anger in him, he has done a remarkable job at keeping those forces at bay. The disbelief in the goodness of someone can be damaging, and if Qui Gon believed in Anakin, then so did Obi-Wan.]

I'm not certain if it's enjoyment I find. [Obi-Wan considers Anakin's question.] I see a balance, and the universe falling into place. [Though he still faces the stars, he addresses Anakin directly, tone quiet and confidential.] It can be quite difficult knowing your way at times. In times such as these I remind myself that I do have a path.

Edited 2014-01-14 20:08 (UTC)

[The life of an organic is definitely not one Flashpoint envies right now. In fact it looks she's gonna purge her tanks watching him wrestle with these squiggly things, whatever the frag they are beyond being superbly slimy. And yeah, she's just gonna filter her olfactory sensors because wow this booth has a special kind of smell she could do without adding to her list of new experiences thanks.]

The fuel they synth here leaves plenty not be desired, I'll give yeah that. [Don't ask about they stuff they pass off as energon. She'd rather choke down stale petrol.]

But how that's [have some finger waving at the aforementioned squiggly things] any better, I've no idea.

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zex has both of those things in spades! they should be bffs. x3

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Lal'c Melk Mal - Diebuster

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sadly I have no screaming icon

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you better not be

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ha

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i'm sure they could come to some kind of amiable agreement p. quickly

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Spock - Prime; Nu Trek

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HI I MADE THE CRAZIEST SCREECHING SOUND

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