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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[Fortunately, he alights in front of what he believes is Zeta-7's entrance. It is open and seems to be a straight way to salvation, just like the human predicted.]

I am so sorry.

[He carries her toward the entrance, the sound of collapsing buildings still shaking the ground beneath them.]

[ The area is deserted, what few residents in the area having long made their escape. The green glow of emergency marker strips trail on into the tunnel, both lighting the way in and letting stragglers know that this door yet lies unlocked, and only need be sought and knocked on.

She does not understand, at first, what he is apologizing for, and so is quiet as they touch ground again; only when her closed eyelids tell her they have moved out of the light of day do her fingers tighten around his hand. Just a little more. ]

That's not... [ Possible. (Fair.) He'd been alright, she'd healed him, hadn't she? So why-- ] ...did we leave-- him?

Edited 2014-01-22 11:08 (UTC)

[His footsteps echo into the tunnel. After some consideration, he presses a button on the door. Sometimes it is hard to figure out which is the right one, and he has grown to second guess his own choices more often than not.]

...There was an explosion. I believe it was quick.

[It wasn't. It rarely is. One second can unfold into millions of years when a human dies. And he was not there for him.]

[ The button is the right one, as luck would have it (absent as it has been elsewhere today), and the door slides open to permit their entry into the elevator; a utilitarian crate, with room within its reinforced walls for a hundred souls at one time. It might well seem cavernous with only the two of them inside.

An explosion.

Ah. That was the missing piece, then.

How can you be so sure? How did you know? What if there was something---? But that the words stick in her throat, lump heavily there to hitch her breath with quavering; unable to force them out, she shakes her head in mute denial instead. Kevin's gloves might feel a bit damp, now, under the fingers laid over her eyes. ]

[He lifts his hand from her eyes, for now there is nothing to hide. The ground keeps trembling around them, the explosions closer and closer. It seems they are leaving just in time.]

You did what you could to save him, madam.

[Those are empty words and he knows it. The young lady stayed behind and risked her life to save the man. No matter how much she did, she will believe she could have done more. ]

[ Nothing to hide but the eyes themselves-- and so she does, with her own grasping hands, smaller and poorer a shield they might be. Her heart aches, more than anything (everything) else of her body.

You cannot save everyone. She knows the truth of this well enough, has lived more than once the reality of too many in need for her to provide for all, even if she were to give up all she had. Of circumstance snatching away too often what had been fought tooth and nail for. But still, even if this man's words are right, even if she had done all she could... ]

...I know. [ Hoarsely, barely above a whisper. Any louder and the words might not come at all. ] I know. But still... he's gone.

[ And is that not, in itself, reason to grieve? Let alone for how close, how close they'd come. ]

[That is the problem, isn't it. There is little comfort in the knowledge that one's efforts were incapable of changing the outcome. The only possible measure for a human's life is life itself. The best thing he could ever tell her is that at least she didn't make things worse, which is more than he could tell about most of his own actions since the day he was born.

He offers her a handkerchief. Let her grieve. Someone has to.]

Yes. Yes he is...

[The elevator door opens to reveal an infirmary. There are still some doctors left behind and no more than a dozen patients. It seems that they are safe here. Soon the young lady will be restored to health just enough to board the next ship.]

Edited 2014-01-22 16:39 (UTC)

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