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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Tron | Tron Legacy

[ja307020]

1

[Explosions have him running toward the disaster instead of away, long-ingrained habit despite the fact that Tron was still trying to acclimate to this new place and this new, strange form. Bandits, or so the excited yells of the others in the ship were saying, and he'd caught sight of a smaller ship breaking off and approaching.

Well, bandits would want to board at some point, right? He could see sparks flying where the tiny shuttle was trying to cut through bulkheads, and cast around to see if there was anything to use as a weapon or cover. Those boarders were going to have a surprise on their hands if Tron had a say in it...]

7

[Space was distressingly like home, or at least his dim memory of 511's sky and the network connections gleaming overhead. Small wonder that he had stopped to look out the windows, almost pressed to them really, as the fleet navigated the nebula. Truly, the User world was full of strange things...

He was absorbed enough that he wasn't perhaps watching around him as well as he could. Company could probably actually corner him for a talk if they wanted.]

10

((Weirded-out program is weirded out. Surprise me!))

Let's go 7 to go against the mold of thes two and explosions

[unknowing_user]

[He was going to put a bell on that program...well former program, was there an actual word for that? Not that he was easily and readily wishing to be in the company of the guy that had tried to kill him while brainwashed and having the face of his godfather from twenty years ago, but...familiar faces were hard to come by in this place. At least the guy wouldn't think he was crazy if he mentioned computer adventures.

With all of this it's not too hard to fault him suddenly grinning and stealthily moving towards his target when he spotted him in a random hallway. Only moving faster than a snail when he was in touching distance and one hand flashed to attempt poking him in the side. Small revenge for one of the many times Tron had ninja'd him.]

You ~would~ poke happy fun murdercat, Sam

[ja307020]

[Sam. Sam you will live to regret this. Tron's startle reaction is pretty much exactly like a cat's, so he naturally jumps a few feet and bristles, almost actually hissing before he recognizes Sam. The recognition probably being the reason Sam was able to sneak up on him.

Cue figurative shoulder-washing.]

Do you need anything, User?

[Go die in a fire, User.]

He is a Flynn after all

[unknowing_user]

[There are very few things he ever truly regrets. Making your overly serious face lose its composure will never be one of them.]

You know someone is going to start thinking that's my actual name if you keep that up. No such thing as Users here big guy.

[You go first murdercat]

/shakes fist

[ja307020]

So you tell me.

[Oh no young folks first. After you.]

Are you going to answer the question?

[unknowing_user]

Yes I tell you, Program.

[No, no aren't security types like you suppose to be first in and last out in such things? Do your calling proud and take one for the team.]

I'm not allowed to just say hi when I see someone trying to become part of the window? Do I really need a reason like making sure you haven't freaked out some random person by doing your stalking predator impression down the halls to be out and about?

[Because you seriously don't know how to drop the security program act at all.]

[ja307020]

[Tron snorts, but hey at least Sam isn't getting the stinkeye. Progress.]

If someone was freaked out, it would be louder here and you wouldn't need to ask.

[The reminder though has him glancing out the window again. Deletion.]

Do you know what we're flying through?

[He's trying to be nonchalant. Really.]

[unknowing_user]

[He'll mark such a day down on his calendar, right next to the day he stopped flinching when you would suddenly appear near him.]

Your faith in my observational skills is really heart warming, and hey not everyone runs screaming when you're in a foul mood.

[You're brooding again, but he doesn't exactly want to acknowledge such for both of their sakes here.]

Pretty much a whole lot of nothing. Space isn't exactly big on being cluttered with stuff until you get near a star or planet. Though if you want an accurate answer you might want to find someone who actually likes to study this stuff.

[ja307020]

[Tron does not suddenly appear Sam just does not pay proper attention to his surroundings.]

Freaking out is loud. And if I did not want to talk to you, I wouldn't.

[Aw Sam you're supposed to know about this User-world stuff. Tron can't hide a disappointed look. Those colors don't look like normal stars.]

The Son of Flynn doesn't know everything?

[This is a red letter day that might actually be teasing.]

[unknowing_user]

[You are a filthy, filthy liar. You probably have a secret highway in the air ducts]

I didn't know you had expertise in freak outs there.

[Do we seriously need to have a sit down chat about how he's not some divine being that knows everything here? Because he is pretty certain their first meeting proved that.]

The Son of Flynn was more interested in building things then in looking at balls of gas burning billions of miles away in the night sky.

[Or breaking and entering a certain building but he doesn't need to know that.]

[ja307020]

[It's not a secret if the maintenance crews know about it too.]

Caused enough of them.

[That pronouncement has its usual cargo of pride and flatness that tends to accompany most references to things he did when he was Rinzler.]

It's your world. Why would you not be interested in its parts?

[unknowing_user]

[You're not maintenance. Stop stealing their secrets.]

And here I thought I was just special in you giving me heart failure.

[Yeah, he still hasn't quite gotten over your attempts to kill him.]

Focus I guess. I was more interested in other parts that some stuff didn't seem as important to know and deal with.

Like asking a program written to deal with audio files why they're not interested in virus deletion.

[He has no idea what he is trying to say.]

[ja307020]

[Never]

You were, then.

[Sam. Sam, if Tron was actually legit trying to kill you then this conversation wouldn't be happening. You are lucky you confuse him young man.]

Thought Users didn't have functions. You can do whatever you want.

[Heaven knew Flynn went on about it enough.]

7!

[tinywife]

[Pinoko had also been practically pressed against the windows as well. She had noticed a lot of people watching, whether from seats or close to the windows. This was so neat! So much different than any of the stars she could see at home! Alas, attention spans only hold so long, especially when a person gets hungry.

So after watching the windows for what felt like forever, Pinoko started to wander off, and found herself bumping into someone. Literally.]

Sorry! Pinoko wasn't watching where she was going!

[It's easy to bump into someone when you're still half-watching the spectacle outside, Pinoko.]

[ja307020]

[Tron looks down.. and then down a bit more because this is perhaps the smallest User he's encountered so far. He blinks, a little nonplussed.]

Greetings.

[Um.. he wasn't sure what else to say. She didn't mass enough to shift him at all, so why would he be angry with her?]

[tinywife]

[It was a politeness thing, Tron. Pinoko did have manners. She didn't always remember them, but she tried. And she smiled up at him.]

Aren't the stars pretty? Pinoko's never seen anything like this at home, even on the really clear nights. What about you?

[The closest thing was the Northern Lights that she had seen when she and the Doctor had been traveling. And that... didn't really compare.]

[ja307020]

[That faint look of what do was getting a bit less faint as Pinoko smiled up at him. Very small Users were not something he had experience with, aside from the vague notion that they were different somehow from their full-size cousins.]

No. Not like this.

[He can't hide a wistful note in that, even if he tried.]

[tinywife]

[Oh Tron. You have no clue how different Pinoko is from a full-size person. Not like she's sharing that information. Though she does catch the wistful note, and she looks at him curiously.]

What's the sky look like where you're from?

[Hey if he didn't want to answer, Pinoko wasn't pushing. After all, he didn't look like an alien, but she'd seen enough of Sharaku's silly scifi anime to know that didn't necessarily mean anything.]

[ja307020]

[He glances out the window, chewing absently on his lip for a moment.]

Dark. No stars... just clouds sometimes. No connections.

[tinywife]

[Pinoko processes that for a few moments. Wait. That last part. That doesn't quite make much sense.]

No connections? What do you mean?

[And how could there be no stars? Unless Tron came from a world where they burned the sky or something, but even then, they should still be able to see stars. Unless he'd been stuck in the Matrix or something... but even the Matrix had stars. Computer stars, but they were still there.]

[ja307020]

[Tron tsked to himself. He was going to have to stop making references to the system, references that the Users weren't going to understand.]

Don't worry about it.

[tinywife]

[Pinoko frowned. That was not an answer. But it was one she'd accept because that no stars thing was bothering her more than the connections thing was.]

All right. But... what happened to the stars where you're from?

[ja307020]

There aren't any.

[Ooooh that's a quelling rumble all right.]

[tinywife]

Oh. Why not?

[Pinoko was frowning now. He didn't have to get so upset. She was just asking questions. Tact and Pinoko weren't always on the best of terms all the time. This was one of those times.]

[ja307020]

The User didn't see fit to make any.

[And oh that's a bit of a sore spot right there because he had never been completely at-ease in the Grid ok.]