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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!
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[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.
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[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?