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!

Comments

[peterpanic]

[He really is going to laugh at this rate... Self control, give him strength--]

You've done the calculations on every part of this ship, have you? [There is probably at least one blast door, somewhere very deep, that by chance could withstand a smaller ship barreling into it, and that's what he's banking on. He glances at the lion, not unwarily.]

And I bet your cat is an engineer, too, right?

[razor_hill_hell]

[ ... dammit, Scratchfever. This is totally revenge for hiding that packet of dried fish from him, isn't it?? Tednug sighs, lowering his hands from his face as soon as he realizes that death isn't going to happen to them right this instant, probably. ]

No, but- look, you don't need to be a rocket scientist to figure out how to minimize the chances of a horrible, horrible death, and I'm not gonna stand around and tempt fate. 'Cause fate's got a sick sense of humor.

[ Tednug blinks at the question, also glancing over at his cat (who yawns again, not even bothering to glance at the human). ]

What? Scratchfever? Pretty sure he's not allowed to hold a profession, but I am- well, I was an engineer. Sort of. Very briefly. What're you supposed to be, then?

[peterpanic]

[sort of very briefly. Shiroe smirks, turning away from the window and leaning his shoulders against it. It's like his entire goal is to tempt fate, oops...]

I'm an elite. [here he goes] Studied and trained in advanced engineering, and longer than "briefly." I could program one of those ships in my sleep.

[Which is the ridiculously confident way of saying he's an honor student, but hey, who's counting.]

[razor_hill_hell]

[ Man, Tednug WAS going to warn Shiroe about leaning against the (super-thick, super-safe) glass, but then he goes off on that hoity-toity spiel and the orc finds that he doesn't much care anymore. Because he is honor-bound to return that boast with one of his own! ]

Yeah? Well, I made a .50 caliber rifle by combining two .22 caliber rifles together and slapping in a duck-billed arbeques to fill in the remaining .06, and stuck a radar dish onto my tin-foil exciting undergarment helmet using nothing but scrap! If that's not engineering, I don't know what is!

[ On hindsight, that sounds like the fevered ravings of a madman. But it would probably help even less if Tednug added that this took place in a horrific side pocket of unreality, so he keeps his peace. ]

[peterpanic]

[What on earth-- Now, he's not the most well-versed in rifles (not at all honestly), but he's pretty sure that sticking calibers on top of each other does not change the caliber of the overall item. Like, maybe as a joke? But for real??

Flatly:]

I don't think that proves anything except you know how to add.

[He's not even going to touch the exciting undergarment helmet thing, whatever that is.]

[razor_hill_hell]

[ Huh. That inspired less awe than he hoped it would. ]

Hey now, that proves a LOT of things. Like... uh, resourcefulness, inventiveness, a willingness to take risks... aren't those all important engineering thingamajigs, too?

[peterpanic]

[It was the undergarment, truly.]

Not as important as skill. [SCOFF] Do you think cobbling together something that looks sort of like a ship will convince someone to pilot it? Doubtful.

But alright, tell me what your radar... thing is supposed to do.

[razor_hill_hell]

Hey, I could do that cobbling thing and make it work. Back home, I mean. Or rather, in a certain place back home that doesn't exist anymore, thank gods.

[ Tednug shakes off his thousand-yard stare. Where were they? Oh. Right. He taps the side of his head proudly, giving the kid a conspiratorial wink. ]

It's everything I need to survive! Stops anyone from tracking me by any means, has at least two types of tracking active, and looks absolutely fabulous to boot. Woven from the finest of metal spoons, tinkered with by my expert touch. Seriously, what more could you want out of a helmet?

[peterpanic]

[If he's expected to be awed again--he might disappoint. He will definitely disappoint, in fact, since the explanation really doesn't do anything for him.]

Spoons? Are you sure you didn't imagine it working?

[razor_hill_hell]

Hey, don't ask me how that works. Friend of mine was the one who wove it all up, best freaking tailor in the world- you kinda stop asking questions when you see someone unraveling spoons into thread right in front of your eyes, you know?

[ Perhaps he's looking for understanding in the wrong place. ]