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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[onedamnminute]

"What the good Doctor doesn't know can't hurt him."

Dropped is enough for now. He knows it isn't entirely over, that Kirk will always wonder because it is the nature of thinking beings to do so; just as Spock wonders what the young version of himself will be like, what kind of man he will become, orphaned from his homeworld, alone in an empty universe. So few Vulcans must have survived; Spock hadn't dared to ask that much either. If he didn't ask, he didn't have to know the truth, how few of them were left. Had T'Pring died among them? What of his mother and father? What would become of his siblings? Would his father remarry a Vulcan now, instead of taking a second human wife?

Spock had lost everything already. Faced with this young Kirk, his life ahead of him, he felt a bittersweet longing, pain and pleasure; saudade. His friendship with this man had ended. Kirk was buried - long past his time - but he, Spock, would live on in a universe where the name blossomed anew, where Klingons on the other side of the quadrant would hesitate upon hearing it. He would perhaps still be alive when they unveiled a statue of him at Starfleet Command.

He would watch it all, but he could no longer be a part of it, and it was a tragedy. But in a way the adventure would also live on; it couldn't have ended if it was happening right now.

The plunging depths of emotions oscillated behind his cool veneer, old hands and twinkling eyes.

"This is very much like Vulcan Spice tea. Eerily similar, in fact."

[goldshirt]

He doesn't look up at Spock, peering into his reflection cast back at him in the dark of the cup. He wonders if the changes are as clear in his face to everyone else as they are to him; if the flicker of silver at his temples and the slowly disappearing circles under his eyes give away the year of grief he'd lived. He's been told he's putting on weight, which is good, but Jim can't see it. And still he thinks, in the grand scheme of things it was a blink of an eye— the man across from him is over a hundred years in his future.

There are days, like today, he wants to ask. Jim glances up at him and again sees the dark swath of emotion rolling like an ocean under the surface of his expression, and can't bring himself to follow through.

"You think that's on purpose?" He hazards instead; because he's witnessed that before. Then again, this whole Fleet had it's strange similarities to the Federation's technology. Kirk is starting to wonder if it's simply a matter of all human beings evolving in a similar direction.

[onedamnminute]

"I believe it to be...incidental."

This was a variation on a natural progression of the universe. But if that were the case, was there a Vulcan of a slightly different name in this universe, as there was a Federation of a different name? Spiced tea wasn't a concept unique to Vulcan, but Spock...

Spock preferred to think of it as an accident of fate because a false facsimile of Vulcan would still only be a copy. He would never stand on the sandy shores of home again, nor bask in the heat of his own planet's sun - it was gone - and though he had been far from home for the longest time, returning home was still returning home, for any Vulcan that had strayed in search of the universe's mysteries and some greater purpose. The belief that his planet was gone was more comforting than the belief in an alternate, undiscovered but barely familiar. It would be like going back to the Enterprise and finding another man in the Captain's chair.

His own tea is much cooler. He takes a sip of it, and there's the briefest hint of discomfort that someone like Kirk, watching him as he is, might notice: his jaw twitches just slightly, a response to an acrid something to the taste of the tea. It's just off being right. Just like everything else.

Making a thoughtful sound, he sets the tea back down again. He waits. He's curious whether or not Jim likes it.