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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!
bestowmercy: 1 - exploration/daily (voice of a distant star)

Rena Lanford | Star Ocean: The Second Evolution

[personal profile] bestowmercy 2014-01-14 03:45 pm (UTC)(link)
1.

[ That the bulk of the battle rages on around it doesn't mean that the colony itself is out of the fray. A fact that hits home for the civilians still heading for the emergency shelters when an explosion rings out overhead, shaking the very ground beneath their feet, accompanied by the bone-chilling groan of far too much hull metal bending and warping in ways it really shouldn't. A pane of artificial sky fizzles, glows red, bursts into fire and shrapnel, and the first of a trio of mobile armors jets into the breach, thrusters blazing them through the deadly rush of air escaping into the vacuum beyond.

That's when the scramble, and the screams begin. People shove and push each other aside, a boiling crowd forcing their way into already overcrowded elevators and stairwells, and the few militia on standby able to do little more than attempt to keep people at bay long enough to slam buttons and close doors and give a chance for those already in there to move. More than a few hit the ground, having tripped in panic or stumbled or taken the brunt of another's elbow, and run the risk of being trampled.

Rena's lagging behind most of them, for better or worse just out of the thick of the scramble; she's got the arm of an older human man, a chunk of shrapnel embedded deep in his calf, over her shoulders as she helps him limp his way towards the nearest shelter entrance. Despite sharing the pale look of just about everyone else fleeing, her voice is encouraging.
]

Hang in there. We're almost there, just a little longer.

[ It's painfully slow progress in this situation, and she glances around desperately for anyone who might be able to help. ]

Excuse me!


9.

[ It's certainly bigger than any marketplace she can remember on Expel or Earth, but that isn't even a fraction of the novelty of it. The wares on sale and the people (the people! so many races in shapes and forms she'd never even imagined the like of) that fill the streets are both just as eye-catching and distracting, and it's all too easy to get lost in moving from stall to stall, contemplating those strange baskets of produce and wondering what they might work well in (or if they're meant for humanoid consumption), or examining a glittering trinket and trying to make out the kinds of stones embedded in them. (She remembers how Celine was always better at this sort of thing, whenever they were together, and the thought isn't without its faint pangs as she glances over her shoulder and thinks of a familiar face that would've loved to be there.)

Maybe you bump shoulders into her at one of these stalls, what with the crowd and all; maybe you're eying that same last piece of beautiful bashber shortcake on display (hand-made, with real 100% dairy cream and what look an awful lot like strawberries) that she's got her own eye on, except she's hesitating just a moment too long with that thoughtful look, so surely she can't want it that badly, can she?
]
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17thangel: (Cheery Maria)

[personal profile] 17thangel 2014-01-14 07:07 pm (UTC)(link)
"Strawberries, I haven't had those in forever."

Maria figures the blue haired woman isn't going to get it and starts rummaging through her pouch for coins.

"I wonder what the rest of the stuff on that is but fruit..."
bestowmercy: (matters and patters)

[personal profile] bestowmercy 2014-01-15 03:33 am (UTC)(link)
She'd been mulling over some Pertinent Questions, such as whether the ingredients really were as authentic as they were, fabricators certainly did make things look like they were meant to, and also how did the baker get that cream so fluffy and thick? Would he share his technique? No, it was probably a trade secret, though it wouldn't hurt to ask, or just taste---

Rena blinks, and glances down at the girl beside her. It takes a moment to realize which option she's talking about.

Ah...

"It looks like strawberries, and blackberries, but..." Did anyone even grow those out here? "...maybe they're something else the same taste?"
17thangel: (Surprise)

[personal profile] 17thangel 2014-01-15 10:29 am (UTC)(link)
"We grew them in Shevat in very limited quantities. I don't see why they couldn't be grown here. I'd think they have the technology to do that, right?"

She peers at the cake more, "Its the other stuff I'm more concerned with. I'm just hoping they don't use something like the soyilent system here."
bestowmercy: (fezzik are there rocks ahead?)

[personal profile] bestowmercy 2014-01-15 05:35 pm (UTC)(link)
Mm, that's true, she thinks. The agricultural ships were gigantic enough that they could probably manage to grow things besides staple food plants, even if it was just in small amounts...

Rena joins the girl in her peering, as though the combined power of their eyes might offer more answers. "The soyilent system?"
17thangel: (angry)

[personal profile] 17thangel 2014-01-15 05:39 pm (UTC)(link)
Maria just turns a bit green and shivers, looking to be more with rage than fear.

"It.... You don't want to know! Solaris was terrible and evil! Even their food production was terrible and evil!"
bestowmercy: (weren't there five lights?)

[personal profile] bestowmercy 2014-01-17 04:45 pm (UTC)(link)
The sudden outburst catches Rena off-guard, and for a moment she does little more than look back at Maria with surprise. So much anger, all at once-- what had she been through, in that place? This young girl...

...well, the story of what and why isn't the important thing at the moment. The more important thing is... Rena turns to the display before them, and the middle-aged man lounging sleepily in his seat behind it, chewing on a stalk of something vaguely purple and possibly organic. If he'd heard anything of Maria's outburst, it doesn't show.

"Excuse me, sir?"

The man shifts a bit, grunts in annoyance, and opens one bleary eye. "Yeah? You buying or what?"

Rena seems unfazed, continuing on in a polite tone: "If it's alright, could we ask a bit about the ingredients that go into these cakes?"

"...tch." In a tone of do you really have to ask, can't you tell. The man sits up and folds his arms with a huff. "Recipe's a trade secret. But I can tell you ladies that we've only ever used certified, bona-fide agroship-grown cream and fruits in all our treats. None of that little lady's soyeelent-whatever-nonsense. Don't believe me, you can look up our records. Flour and sugar and eggs're fabricated for the lower shelf--" gesturing at the selection below, where the shortcake in question sits, "but top shelf's a hundred percent grown. Means you gotta pay the extra credits, 'course."
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[personal profile] strangestways 2014-01-15 09:47 pm (UTC)(link)
[Joan isn't used to this, which accurately (if not in an understated way) describes her entire experience since arriving. The attack and resulting chaos have her scrambling to adjust. Joan steels herself with resolve and focuses on the people scrambling for safety. She shuts out the fear rising in her chest about the very real danger still all around.

She is at the back of the crowd too, helping someone to their feet when she hears the young woman call out. Joan turns back. She's impressed to see someone who looks so young, worrying about someone else's safety first. It'd be understandable for fear to take over in a situation like this. She runs to the man's other side, pulling his free arm around her own shoulders to help carry his weight.]


Here.

[Joan hoists him up a bit further squaring her shoulders back. She looks over at the young woman with a reassuring nod and then at the man as they start to move.]

We'll get you to safety.
bestowmercy: (even though it's tough)

ahhh joan ahhhhhhh /chin in hands

[personal profile] bestowmercy 2014-01-16 05:09 am (UTC)(link)
[ Even though she'd hoped with all her might for an answer, Rena can't help the moment of surprise at someone actually turning back to help; there's a grateful smile at Joan as she takes up the other side. The man is tall, and fairly well-built; it's no wonder Rena's had trouble playing crutch to him. Between the two of them, though, they've got this better. ]

Thank you. [ She flinches as another explosion resounds somewhere in the distance behind them, glancing over her shoulder. The smile fades a bit. With the crowd ahead of them, it's going to take some time before they can get in, but it's not a thought she's inclined to voice while the man can hear it (he's groaning to himself dismally enough as it is.) ]

Do you know if there's any other shelters nearby?

your setups were so beautiful /chin in hands right back

[personal profile] strangestways 2014-01-16 05:55 am (UTC)(link)
[Joan shakes her head with a soft smile at the thank you, which is her way of saying she is more than happy to lend a hand. She's incredibly impressed that Rena has been supporting this tall, well-built man by herself this whole time despite the danger.

The next explosion causes the ground to rock a bit, and she tightens her hold on the man, trying to keep steady, keep from falling which could be disastrous when trying to help someone else walk. The young woman doesn't have to say it out loud for Joan to catch her meaning, and she nods, steeling herself again.]


There's one we can get too quicker than this one, but it's to the left through that corridor. [closer to the danger (it's something else that is unspoken), but this man potentially doesn't have much time to wait around.]
bestowmercy: (weren't there five lights?)

[personal profile] bestowmercy 2014-01-17 05:08 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Few of them have much time to wait around, it could be said. On the list of Dangerous Situations that Rena has run into or had the misfortune of being run into by, this one certainly is a decent contender for the top ten; it would be a lie to say that the idea of going closer to the source of the explosions doesn't shake the nerves one bit. But if they just keep moving...

Her grip on their charge, and her answering nod, are equally firm.
] Then let's hurry. Could you lead the way?

[personal profile] strangestways 2014-01-24 08:57 am (UTC)(link)
[ooc: so, so sorry for the delay. life crept up on me so i completely understand if you have to drop this thread, but i'm really loving it. :)

joan nods in response to the question as she tightens her own hold on the man who is relying on them to lead him to safety.]
Keep hold of him. I'll lead. [the ground shakes again, and she only hesitates a moment to gather her balance again before she's moving, down the corridor, until they reach the shelter for the man and for the both of them as well. they enter through the door of the shelter long before they would've made it in if they'd stayed in line at the other shelter.]
bestowmercy: (fluster fluster flap)

[personal profile] bestowmercy 2014-01-25 10:24 am (UTC)(link)
(( OOC: Nonono, it's fine! I have to apologize too since I'm actually going to be gone a week starting today, so I don't have time to finish this tag at the moment, but I'll get back to it when I'm home, if that's okay! ))

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:> also 9

[personal profile] dhianeila 2014-01-16 08:02 am (UTC)(link)
In this case, both bumping shoulders and swiping that delicious-looking cake were out of the question, as in such a crowded area Dhianeila couldn't physically roam among the others. She was there via her spiritual projection, and while she didn't stick out like a sore thumb, there was an aura surrounding her in that state that was clearly "different" enough. She, too, had been getting distracted by the variety of beings that wandered around; something familiar to her that warmed her heart. If there was one thing she loved to see more than anything, it was seeing different races coming together and understanding each other to coexist so peacefully.

She'd been curiously stopping by stalls, speaking to the sellers and asking them about the items that were being sold. That made it difficult to really get around, as that ended in her asking more and more about the culture of whoever she was talking to. While she couldn't pick anything up right then, she was planning to figure out what exactly she wanted so she could ask somebody for a huge pick-up favor later.

"It looks delicious," she said when she arrived at the pastry stand, noting Rena's contemplative look. "You should try it!"
bestowmercy: (muuuuuu)

:> :>

[personal profile] bestowmercy 2014-01-17 05:22 pm (UTC)(link)
"Ah... I should, shouldn't I?" Hmmmh. "It's a bit expensive, though..."

Not that she didn't have the credits for it, per se, but she'd meant to pick up some other sundries on the way and, well, there was still so much left of the market left to see, what if there was something else she'd love just as much to get? But then if she left, chances are this last piece of it would...

....so focused is she in the Dilemma of Deliciousness, it takes Rena a moment to remember that the mysterious voice addressing her is in fact attached to a person, specifically, and it's a bit rude not to look at someone talking to you. She turns, therefore, to do exactly that, and---

---blinks at the projection.

"Ah--?"
dhianeila: (monkey heroics)

[personal profile] dhianeila 2014-01-17 08:47 pm (UTC)(link)
And she just continues like this is a totally normal occurrence.

"I suppose, but it may be worth it if they're being sold so quickly!"

She smiles and takes a glance around at the crowds.

"Everything here looks delicious, though. And so many things I've never seen or even heard of before."
bestowmercy: (matters and patters)

[personal profile] bestowmercy 2014-01-19 03:52 pm (UTC)(link)
...well, if she doesn't want to bring it up, it would probably be rude to do so. Rena smiles back, as she would to anyone else of a less incorporeal sort of state.

"Mmm, there's certainly so much here, isn't there? Most of it's new to me, too, so..."

Seeing something as familiar as her favorite cake, even if it wasn't quite exactly the same, had a strange comfort to it, too.
dhianeila: (attention: penis)

[personal profile] dhianeila 2014-01-20 11:54 pm (UTC)(link)
"I think I'm going to end up trying quite a few different snacks myself, once I can ask somebody to return here for me before we're due to depart."

She leans in after that, close to Rena as she lowers her voice.

"I think that woman is interested in this stand as well! So if you want to try the cake, I think you're in a bit of a race for it, now."
bestowmercy: (fluster fluster flap)

[personal profile] bestowmercy 2014-01-21 03:20 pm (UTC)(link)
She was about to ask about that one bit, 'ask somebody to return here for me', but with that prompt reminder--

"Ah! Excuse me, I--!"

Turning around quickly to procure the cake. FIRST ORDER OF BUSINESS.
senseandcecilbility: (doubt)

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[personal profile] senseandcecilbility 2014-01-18 06:35 pm (UTC)(link)
[Mobs fleeing in panic always bring back memories. However, today Kevin is not delivering divine punishment, but lending large amounts of anonymous assistance. He is praying under his breath as he pushes through the crowd, and if many of those desperate beings escape the cascade of twisted metal and broken glass, it is only because sometimes miracles happen… or perhaps it was just a (hopefully) invisible crystal barrier.

He is about to slip into a corner and seek one of the few evacuation exits still available, when the young lady with pointy ears approaches him.
]

Y-yes. Yes, of course!

[Immediately positioning himself on the other side of the wounded human, he attempts to speed up their progress.]
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bestowmercy: 1 - exploration/daily (voice of a distant star)

[personal profile] bestowmercy 2014-01-18 08:09 pm (UTC)(link)
[ She can't blame those who don't stop for them. And so when someone does-- well, be it in grand miracle or simple outstretched hand, grace received in times of need never fails to draw forth the sort of grateful smile Kevin receives from said young lady as he comes for them. ]

Thank you. [ To the man, gentle and soothing as their third positions himself: ] The shelter's just down this way. Can you---? Mmm, you're doing great. Keep it up, okay?

[ And speed up they manage between them, though perhaps a little lopsided in gait, for Rena's shoulders are hardly at Kevin's altitude. They manage, in due time, to reach the tail end of the remaining crowd before a closed entrance-- no more than two dozen left, perhaps, milling anxiously as they wait for the doors to open again, hoping and counting the seconds and waiting....

...until the green light above the doors turns red, and calm, prerecorded tones echo over the crowd: Attention: shelter full to capacity. Please relocate to alternate shelters at Sector Beta-9, Theta-2, Zeta-7. Follow emergency signs. Attention: shelter full to capacity---

Gasps, shouts, outraged protests, fists pounded against doors. The dismay is tangible. A few of the cannier ones slip away swiftly, getting their head start on the others; Rena herself stands there, briefly rooted, and though she doesn't breathe it out loud, the oh no is written clearly on her face.
]
senseandcecilbility: (Wait a mo)

[personal profile] senseandcecilbility 2014-01-19 01:08 am (UTC)(link)
[Billions of years and a vast experience with human chaos. Kevin knows exactly when one must turn around and get a head start. Rena might feel a tug as he pulls them away from the entrance. With the wounded human on top of everything else, they better be quick. ]

Zeta-7…Zeta-7 is in the most unpopulated neighborhood, isn’t it so? Madam, my I ask if you can pilot one of those…

[He waves vaguely, by which he means any vehicle produced by this strange era. No, he cannot drive. Is, in fact, a little scared of the awful contraptions that, as far as he knows, have a tendency to explode when under attack.]
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bestowmercy: 1 - exploration/daily (tell holy light its name)

[personal profile] bestowmercy 2014-01-19 02:13 pm (UTC)(link)
[ A moment's pause, before she goes with the pulling and follows with her end of their burden, glancing at Kevin once or twice with a tight look in her eyes. She hasn't had that long to learn much of the colony, so massive it could have been an entire small country, but what rough idea she has is enough to tell her that they've a lot of ground to cover to the listed sectors. Maybe too much. (Her heart sinks just that inch more.) ]

Those cars? I... [ She glances at the vehicles of all shapes and sizes strewn and abandoned on the nearby streets, doors open and vacant. A brief shake of the head, regret in so small a gesture. ] No, I don't know how-- but those vehicles are registered to their owners, I don't think we could just jump into one and use it...

If there'd been more time to learn these things, if she'd taken the time, maybe-- ahh, but now isn't the time for things like that. The man between them is groaning despondently enough to add to this despondent situation, muttering something along the lines of "we're gonna die"; they have to keep moving, somewhere, anywhere further from here. There has to be something.

As if in reminder that they've more than enough risk of explosions as it is, yet another boom (closer this time, almost too close) rumbles the ground under their moving feet. Rena flinches, biting her lip to stop the cry of surprise that threatens its way out, as the very buildings around them seem to sway on their metal foundations.

If it weren't for that injury, they could move so much faster, together. But in the time that would take, standing still-- could they chance it? She'd thought to get him to safety first and foremost, but at this rate... there might be no other choice. But it would mean putting Kevin at equal risk, too...
]

Sir, I'm a healer-- I can restore this man's leg, but we have to find shelter somewhere, just for a minute. [ Maybe, just maybe, he would have a better idea where among these chaotic streets to go. ]
senseandcecilbility: (the unfairness)

[personal profile] senseandcecilbility 2014-01-19 03:00 pm (UTC)(link)
[Knowing close to nothing about registered users, he misunderstands her concern.]

...I do not believe they are coming back for them, madam.

[Her inability to pilot is rather unfortunate, though. They would get to Zeta-7 so much faster if things had been different. There is, of course, good old flying, but the idea of revealing himself is nothing but a mere passing thought, quickly discarded. Besides, carrying two adult charges through an attack is most likely more than he can manage in this solar system. No, they must heal the human as fast as possible and keep advancing.]

I believe this place will do, madam. [He states, stopping under the cover of a sturdier building.] If you don't mind, I shall stand watch while you work.

[He turns his back on the two of them and focus on the enemy ships darting high above, hoping her healing methods are less painful than his. He knows the city well enough, at least. A couple of days ago, from a vantage point in the clouds, he had noticed that beneath the chaos of new buildings, lay the city's original plan, based on something very similar to a Pythagorean dodecahedron. All he needs to do is populate the vertices with their adequate numbers. And pray. There is always time for praying during an alien raid.]
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bestowmercy: (weren't there five lights?)

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[personal profile] bestowmercy 2014-01-19 04:22 pm (UTC)(link)
Ah, I mean-- they're only useable by their owners, or people who have their keys... [ Distracted as she is, there's little more explanation offered, as they make their way under cover. The man is carefully laid seated with a wall to lean against, groaning quietly to himself, and she spares a glance at Kevin's back. ]

Mm. Thank you so much. [ Once again, with heartfelt gratitude; he could have left them at any time, but here he was, lingering with them. ] It won't be long.

[ To her task, now, and amidst the distant roar of engines and the other sounds of space-age knights weaving their deadly jousts in the air above, Rena's quiet tones are yet audible to Kevin's ears as she takes one of the man's hands in hers, looking him in the eyes with the best smile she can manage. It's a good one. ] I'm going to restore your leg, okay? But I have to remove the shrapnel, first. It's going to hurt a little bit, I'm sorry, but not too much, and just for a moment....

[ And so on as she works, arranging his limbs in position and tugging bloody fabric aside, as though they were doctor and patient in the sterile quiet of a medical bay and not in the middle of a colony under siege. There's a muffled, high-pitched grunt, drowning out the wetter sound that brings it forth, and the clatter of a chunk of metal against the ground. ]

Okay, [ faint, so faint, that quaver in an otherwise firmly spoken word, ] it's out. Here, close your eyes--

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