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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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[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!

[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.

[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.

[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.]

[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?

[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.]

[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.

[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?

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