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Crux Fleet Moderators ([personal profile] crux_mods) wrote in [community profile] spacehorses2014-01-13 07:45 pm
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Test Drive Meme

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!
loboptimize: (strawbery flavored death)

[personal profile] loboptimize 2014-01-14 03:43 am (UTC)(link)
[this kindly-looking old man is talking to himself out loud in the marketplace as he examines the seafood. he's probing at the selection gently as he searches for something that meets whatever his specifications are. but if you stand around long enough, you'll probably find out: he seems to have no trouble speaking what's on his mind to all and sundry.]

Reagents, acquired. Next . . . ah! Brain food, that's the ticket. None of that newfangled processed or instant food, something fresh. Now I suppose for a proper calamari, I'll need flour, a binding agent or simply some eggs, and a octopus with enough limbs and flesh to be tasty. And a cleaver would not go amiss. Ah, and a container to fry in, like a dutch oven, and some oil and a skimmer. Well, assuming that the octopuses here are the same as back home, that is. Perhaps not such a stretch . . . although the way things are going, well! I should hope I don't accidentally find a sentient one. Although they could be good company at dinner.

[[starting with 9. also open to other prompts. also taken mid-s4, if that matters to you.]]
Edited 2014-01-14 05:10 (UTC)
shitflashpointsays: (talking: what?)

Waaaalllter <3

[personal profile] shitflashpointsays 2014-01-14 06:27 am (UTC)(link)
Is that food you're talking about...or some horrific science experiment the Galactic Council would deem cruel and unusual punishment to lower lifeforms?

[Run a dialog like that and you're gonna attract commentary. Not that Flashpoint is good at keeping things to herself really.]
loboptimize: (red 40)

Re: Waaaalllter <3

[personal profile] loboptimize 2014-01-14 07:01 am (UTC)(link)
[Walter is rather intent on wriggling out this particular cephalopod from where it's stuck, and so has not caught on to the identity of his questioner. that'll go over well, i'm sure.]

Preparation may sound barbaric to the uninformed, young sir and or madam, but I assure you that I act only in the interest of producing myself food without the agency of any of this food extrusion, instant whatsits or other unnatural nonsense. I propose that for this dish I shall be using the healthiest ingredients I can afford, and will be the better for it. Irma Rombauer, wherever she is now, would be proud of the effort of these two hands by the end of the day!
shitflashpointsays: (NOPE)

[personal profile] shitflashpointsays 2014-01-14 07:57 pm (UTC)(link)
[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.
loboptimize: (great scott)

in 3, 2, 1...

[personal profile] loboptimize 2014-01-14 09:08 pm (UTC)(link)
[Walter appears to have got some traction with his quest, and will have his prize out of the pile at any second now. he gives a slightly disdainful huff as he warms more to his argument as he attempts to grasp with persistance]

Well, the quality of the materials is, I suppose, not always to one's taste, but one manages with the tools at hand because the alternative is simply giving up and consigning oneself to course of edible action that will involve quite a lot of regret when you're my age, mark my words! Don't just take the easy w...!

[aha! success! he turns to point with his new...octopus? (much to the fishmonger's dismay) and instead has to pause, gaping, midgesture.]

My word.
shitflashpointsays: (talking: what?)

Doubletake time!

[personal profile] shitflashpointsays 2014-01-15 04:09 am (UTC)(link)
[Look at her go on the defensive when he points with that cephalopod, hands up: Watch where you're waving that thing gramps! Not like that Mr Deady Squiggles could hurt her, no way, just...ya know. Watch the paint job, she just got it waxed. Yeah, that's it.]

Least you got an alternative. Surprised they've even got fresh...whatever that is, here.

[Her kind's been living off synthetic energon and local derivatives for multiple millennium now. What she would have given to sample that Ore 13 Shockwave had seeded on Earth. Never had a chance though.]
loboptimize: (science; mortals!)

[personal profile] loboptimize 2014-01-15 04:30 am (UTC)(link)
[gestures absently with poor, drippy creature, wavy circular motions of abstraction as he's trying to figure out what kind of thing you are. drip drop splash, splattering the gunk in places where you probably don't want gunk.]

I believe it is a cephalopod of some kind. From the Greek, kephalópoda. Or, if you prefer, a kind of inkfish, known for its ability to squirt ink when aroused by predators or the like--But never mind that! Are you trying to tell me you're some kind of sentient, organic robot?
shitflashpointsays: (WTF)

[personal profile] shitflashpointsays 2014-01-17 02:43 am (UTC)(link)
[Aw frag, why'd he hafta go and do a thing like that? The short list of things Flashpoint is squicked by is longer by one more entry now. A 15 foot tall robot should not move as quickly she as does nor squeak in such an undignified manner when her attempts at evasion fail.]

GAHH--!

Could ya keep your goopey friend's...goop to yourself? And I hope that thing really is dead because if it sprays ink on me... Aw scrap, that's probably gonna rust.

Sentient, yeah. Organic? Not on your life. [Not if organic means goop galore. So. Gross.]
loboptimize: (earl gray)

[personal profile] loboptimize 2014-01-17 07:34 am (UTC)(link)
[lowers the sea creature slowly. a-whoops. there's no ink on you, at least not yet. and this strange organic being is walking over for a closer look. at least he's holding it behind his back as he leans over to get a good look at your knee joints and lower leg. he is now not so much talking to you as talk in your general direction.]

You are not an organic creature. . . yet, you perceive fuel conception as an analogue of eating. . . Well, and I suppose it's as common as having Malt-O-Meal for breakfast among your type! Yes, yes. I wonder what the equivalent of a buffet is? Hopefully not a gas station.
shitflashpointsays: (talking: what?)

[personal profile] shitflashpointsays 2014-01-23 05:25 pm (UTC)(link)
[Don't mind the cringing from earlier, that's just a strange greeting customary for when dead cephalopods are involved, she's totally not creeped out by that squishy thing at all. She's killed mechs with her bare hands! This is nothing! She's just going to stand here and reinforce that bravado by allowing the inspection, the armor of her frame battered and scored from many battles but the gimbals, pistons and hydraulics all clean and well maintained.]

What, food's not fuel? Why do you put it in your face then? [So articulate.] We drink energon, or synthetic alternatives. I've seen staving mechs try hitting up gas stations before. Not pretty.

[Survivable but highly unpleasant. But oh, she doesn't want to think about starving again. That's an experience you never forget no matter how long it's been. ]

So how many legs does 'maltomeal' have? [A lot if its anything like his squiggly friend.] And what the frag's a buffet?
weeabhoo: (sweatdrop//Spaurgh just called me over..)

[personal profile] weeabhoo 2014-01-14 09:32 pm (UTC)(link)
Jinto's not even bothering to load up a cart. Rather he's managed to haggle a reasonable price from the shopkeeper for large quantities of food items the ship needs and can't produce itself, to be delivered via shuttle. Feeling as if he'd just been through a battle, he turns back to the shelves, to see an old man speaking to himself as he shops.

"Ah, I'm sorry sir...I just bought all the flour and oil this place has." He rubs the back of his head, feeling nervous and a little guilty despite having only done his duty. Yes, all of the flour and oil. A starship can go through that pretty quickly on pancake day.
loboptimize: (& i must earnestly depricate)

[personal profile] loboptimize 2014-01-14 11:53 pm (UTC)(link)
[pauses for a moment. then turns. he speaks slowly, and carefully, and enunciating just to be sure. this is a even-tempered old man. surely nothing will go wrong if you do as he asks.]

Excuse me, young man? What was that you just said? Something about the level of supply?
weeabhoo: (sweatdrop//Spaurgh just called me over..)

[personal profile] weeabhoo 2014-01-15 03:56 am (UTC)(link)
Jinto looks only more nervous and guilty.

"I'm afraid I just bought all the flour and oil in this store. I'm the supply officer for the Juggernaut and we were running low on kitchen supplies...But if you want to come up, I'm sure you can have some!"

Please don't give him a stern talking to. Jinto is highly susceptible to guilting and admonishments from authority figures.
loboptimize: (say hello gene)

[personal profile] loboptimize 2014-01-15 04:24 am (UTC)(link)
[if there's one thing Walter Bishop will always be good for? besides long rambling arguments? it's scolding. break out the judging finger point, Walter!]

Now see here, young man. I understand that you have your duties to fulfill, but what about the people around you? It's all very well and good if they're going up to your ship, but what if they're just stopping home from work, or a nice walk? You should really be more thoughtful.
weeabhoo: (unsure//but where does the poop go?)

[personal profile] weeabhoo 2014-01-15 04:32 am (UTC)(link)
Jinto begins frantically bowing, looking absolutely miserable. It could be noted that he's wearing the uniform of the Abh Empire Star Forces, with the tiara of a Front Wing Flyer, an officer rank. Not that Walter is likely to care.

"I'm very sorry, sir! Please allow me to bring you some flour, cooking oil, and whatever other ingredients you may require!"
loboptimize: (no need to do that officer)

[personal profile] loboptimize 2014-01-15 07:49 am (UTC)(link)
[frankly, you might as well be dressed like Mickey Mouse for all Walter cares, because to him it registers as "something something tiara something". deference also means it's time to ride out the high horses, though.]

A fresh cephalopod, preferably edible. Possibly, live, since the ink makes such a nice sauce and I'm not sure I'd trust what these incompetent idiots would do with a mayonnaise, let alone citrus fruit. And eggs. Three, also edible. Perhaps some milk. Do you have that, young man, or do I need to repeat myself?
weeabhoo: (contented//teal nomm with loppe)

[personal profile] weeabhoo 2014-01-15 12:04 pm (UTC)(link)
"One octo, still squirting, and half a dairy shelf, you've got it, sir." He said, before dashing off to obey, heading to the next grocer. Naturally he would be using his own personal credits to repair this mistake.
loboptimize: (science; mortals!)

[personal profile] loboptimize 2014-01-16 04:43 am (UTC)(link)
[if Walter was a person who thought about that sort of thing in regard to strangers, i'm sure he'd try to defray the costs, but no, this is Walter we're talking about here, and that would never happen at all. better not placate the crazies this way too many times.

when you're done with your errands, Walter is perusing the cookwares section, testing pans and more alarmingly, knives.]

weeabhoo: (halp//I promise not to eat another one!)

[personal profile] weeabhoo 2014-01-16 11:03 am (UTC)(link)
Jinto returns with an octopus in a bag, looking as miserable as an octopus can look, and a bag full of the requested dairy. He thrusts the items at him and leans forward, supporting himself with his hand on his knee.

"Here...you are...sir..." He says, out of breath.

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smallshoes: (i need something other.)

[personal profile] smallshoes 2014-01-15 11:53 pm (UTC)(link)
Sentient? Sentient octopus? Sentient?

[A nearby girl has gone a little green in the face, gloved hand to mouth in a very practiced, dainty way.]
loboptimize: (earl gray)

[personal profile] loboptimize 2014-01-16 04:40 am (UTC)(link)
[unfortunately for you, you seem to have stumbled across an older gentleman of no delicacy or tact at all.]

A sentient cephalopod who's capable of communication would make a fascinating dinner guest, my dear. Think of all the different perspectives on taste and smell he could bring to the table, or fascinating life stories. You could learn so many things from him.
smallshoes: (madmen make it happen.)

[personal profile] smallshoes 2014-01-16 04:42 am (UTC)(link)
Well - well maybe, but then you couldn't possibly eat him, of course.
loboptimize: (EVERYTHING IS FINE)

[personal profile] loboptimize 2014-01-16 04:47 am (UTC)(link)
Not necessarily. The diet of an octopus includes a great many other forms of sealife, such as crabs, scallops, snails, turtles and it may include other octopi.
smallshoes: (you've got a way.)

[personal profile] smallshoes 2014-01-16 04:50 am (UTC)(link)
[Her mouth drops open.]

But wouldn't it be a little like eating a man! If it could talk and think and all!
loboptimize: (science; mortals!)

[personal profile] loboptimize 2014-01-16 05:04 am (UTC)(link)
[waves a hand. who's socially tuned in? not Walter!]

Well, I wasn't proposing we'd eat another sentient one, although I suppose that could also be a part of their culture. Canabalism often is, for a variety of reasons.