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

[senseandcecilbility]

[His methods have been tested by time and experience!]

Electrocuted?

[But he thought the box was dead. Professor Faraday, why do you fail him? Regardless, he takes Geordi's advice to heart and is careful enough to deposit the ice close to the computer without actually touching anything directly.]

[blindlygo]

Something could get fried because there's too much power going through it. But even if it's got no power, better safe, right?

ack. missed this reply, sorry!

[senseandcecilbility]

R-right. [He replies, at least temporarily satisfied with the explanation. Once he finishes what he is doing he steps back and crosses his arms, staring down at the computer with obvious disapproval. Don't you dare fry anything, dead box.]

[blindlygo]

[The stern look will go completely unnoticed, because Geordi's attention is immediately on his work, going back and forth between the omnicorder in his hand and the panel itself. He mutters to himself as he works, a lot of technical jargon that Cecil will probably have a difficult time with.]

[senseandcecilbility]

[As a rule of thumb, whenever a servant is feeling particularly useless, they should provide tea and cookies. That is how Geordi ends up with them by his side, carefully located so they will be visible, but not in the way.]

[blindlygo]

[Things register differently on his VISOR, but he still notices them soon after they're set down. When he does, he starts glancing around.]

Did you leave these here?

[senseandcecilbility]

Y-yes, sir.

[From the bottom of his heart, Kevin hopes that is not another gaffe the nineteenth century failed to prepare him for. The number of social traps the future has to offer is truly disquieting!]

[blindlygo]

[There may be plenty of pitfalls, but this isn't one of them. Once he gets over his surprise, Geordi smiles and reaches out for the plate.]

These are edible for humans, right? [But he doesn't look like he's worried about it.]

[senseandcecilbility]

[This is the strangest question, but he nods. Firmly.]

Definitively edible for humans, sir.

[Is he going to have to learn alien cuisine? Is that what is happening here? ]

[blindlygo]

Good.

[And without further ado, he takes a bite.]

These are good!

[senseandcecilbility]

[Oh good. Cookies are still acceptable in the future. Maybe he should try scones next. He leans forward just slightly to look over Geordi's shoulder.]

H-have you found anything amiss?

[blindlygo]

Kind of.

[Rather than keep his explanations obtuse, Geordi allows Kevin a good look at his omnicorder and the parts of the panel he's examining, if the butler cares to observe.]

The good news is that I can get the information that was stored here, though it'll take some work.

But there's something strange about the damage here.

[senseandcecilbility]

[The butler cares to observe. He doesn't understand the information itself but he does understands numbers, mathematics being the language of creation. After frowning down at the panel for a few seconds, he points at a line of digits. A broken chain standing out amidst an otherwise smooth logarithmic sequence. ]

Here? [He asks tentatively. Perhaps the discrepancy is intentional.] Forgive me, sir. That doesn't seem right. Is the device supposed to do that?

[blindlygo]

No it is not.

[Time to readjust the omnicorder, bringing that section into focus. It looks even more strange now, a complete switch from the pattern surrounding it.]

Seems like we've got our answer. Nice work.

[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.]