spacehorses | 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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[Age means nothing, old man. Zombie. Whatever.

(The really sad thing is that Rin ends up in hobo-chic when he is dressed, so they probably aren't that far off style-wise.)]

Yeah, yeah. You can waste your money at the dry cleaners if it makes you feel better.

[Since he is very much a Normal and much more interested in concentrating on their vaguely demented game of whack-a-mole, though, Rin doesn't bother sparing a glance for whatever Sho's 'standards' are before answering. They've both been stuck on the same job for enough length of time that he can guess.

Doesn't mean the fashion outweighs the personality, though.]

Your money, you mean. I said you owed me, I |meant| it.

[Not like you have a sparkling personality yourself, crybaby.

However, things are getting worse, the longer they stay down here.]

This is getting repetitive. Plan B.

[And Sho... starts hightailing it out of there. You should probably keep up, Rin.]

O-Oi! Are you--

[... That dust cloud slowly diminishing into the distance looks very serious indeed. Rin takes a moment to curse under his breath and ditch the shovel, resisting the urge to try lobbing it outright at the deserter's head. It's not that he hadn't considered this option, but he would've liked to finish the job if he could have after coming this far.

With half the whacking crew gone, though, the furry invaders are starting to take up an alarming amount of space by the time he turns tail and gives in to the inevitable. At least the shovel might have taken down one or two on its way.]

If you want money, maybe you should finish the jobs you start.

[It's a grumble, but he makes sure to catch up with Sho first so the latter can hear it.]

Do the math! There's solving equations, and then there's realizing that you're trying to balance an inequality.

[And considering it's the two of them versus a hoard of rodents, and Sho without his full abilities... Yeah, no. Running makes a better option.]

If you're so invested in it, you could u-curve.

Why do you still have the spare time to be talking like a geek?!

[It's not like there hasn't been plenty of that, but Rin had put it down as part of the whole suddenly in space with aliens and everything under and beyond the sun deal. Cultural relativity... or whatever.

Being ditched and under alien wildlife fire (more or less) is going a little far, though, even for the circus his life's turned into.]

Do you even remember the way--

[He cuts himself off abruptly -- not because he's out of breath, since he could probably keep running a good while yet if necessary -- but because there's a very familiar scratching accompanying their conversation.

Great.]

[And here's where you're wrong, Rin. He always has time to talk like a geek. But, luckily for Rin, Sho's kind of a genius. Only kind of. Enough that he does, in fact, remember which way they had come from, despite the tunnels all looking the same.

And he hears that very same scratching. Ugh... This would be so much easier to deal with if he could summon the Noise here. But penal colony means no powers for anyone- himself included.

Oh, and did I mention he's awful at cooperation? Yeah, in case it wasn't obvious. Rather than say something along the lines of "this way" or "I remember which way to go," Sho instead just looks at Rin and books it down the left side of the split ahead of them.]

[Also luckily for Rin, he's used to being led around by people who are allergic to cooperation and speaking up except when it suits them. Or really just the one person. Not that that's entirely a fair portrayal at this point, but the reflexes are still there.

He's right on Sho's heels despite the darkness and the non-signal. Or maybe he's just following the clinking of all those buckles, who knows.]

... Aren't they getting louder.

[He does lower his voice, but it's a moot point, because... yes, in fact, the scratching is getting louder in that direction. At this point, Rin starts slowing down -- he's not 100% sure there was movement in that darkness, but he's pretty sure he doesn't need to run facefirst into another attack of the not-moles.]

[Slowing down doesn't exactly help their situation...]

You got any better ideas?

[Because stopping and waiting to find out doesn't seem like a good one.]

Not for running away. [That wasn't even his idea in the first place!!] But we should probably find something to hit them with. If they're there.

[He is still jogging, though at a slower pace so he can look around for... rocks, or something. He kind of regrets leaving his shovel behind, but even Rin isn't really up for lugging an entire miner's shovel around while he's (most likely) running for dear life.]

[Except, Sho's totally going to bring that up.]

Didn't you just have a shovel?

[You can't run with a giant shovel??? What are you, some kind of not-video game character??]

Yeah, that was before you ran off on me.

[His series doesn't even count as shounen sports, it's all very sad. Like hot chocolate with no whipped cream.]

[Oh come on Rin. BE MORE USEFUL!!]

You ever fight before?

[HE'S TRYING you kind of have him at a disadvantage or like. Maybe 50. He does pause for a moment to pick up and heft what looks like a decent chunk of scrap metal.]

'Course I have. You?

[He asks it more than a little dubiously, because first of all, deserter, and second of all, talks way too much when it's inconvenient. Seriously, it's like you're a videogame antagonist or something.]

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