Test Drive Meme

[crux_mods]

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

1.

[knowdeathknowglory]

Upon hearing the siren and the curiously emotionless voice announcing the attack, Anzu briefly scans the scene, sees nothing flammable, turns tail and heads the way most of the crowd is heading -- away from the excitement. After about three metres, he stops, takes off the three-inch heels he's wearing and keeps running, now faster and without wobbling.

Unfortunately, he collides with Boromir. He hisses like a kettle boiling and glares up.

"Darling," he says, through clenched teeth. "Watch where you're going! You're obstructing the exits!"

Re: 1.

[doesnotsimply]

"My apologies, good..." He eyed the strange person in front of him and decided on a pronoun. "Sir. I am headed to the battle and had lost my way in these tunnels; would you be able to point me toward where the fighting is taking place?" Boromir was itching to get to grips with something familiar, and combat was about as familiar to him as anything could be in this alien place. If only that blank faced man hadn't insisted upon him leaving his sword with their guards, but this was not his land and he could hardly have insisted upon carrying it everywhere. As things were he would have to make do with his knife until he could find better arnament.

Re: 1.

[knowdeathknowglory]

Anzu raises a perfectly plucked eyebrow at Boromir, not quite believing that anyone could be foolish enough to rush into the fray instead of away from it.

"Apology accepted, but, dearest, are you sure you want to head towards the fighting?" He looks genuinely concerned, though there's a mocking edge to it, like he's questioning Boromir's judgement.

[doesnotsimply]

"My place is in battle." Boromir replied testily, wanting to be off and get to grips with something he could understand. "And I thank you for your concern, but could you please keep your, familiarities, to yourself?" Boromir considered the fact that he was rushing towards a fight in an unknown terrain, with no weapons worth mentioning, against an enemy he knew nothing about - Faramir would have words to say about it if he were there.

"What would you suggest instead?"

[knowdeathknowglory]

Anzu tries hard not to make any noises that sound anything like laughter, because despite finding Boromir's attitude laughable, he also realises that Boromir could snap him like a twig. So he settles for sighing and pressing a hand to his own temple, like he's trying to banish a headache.

"Oh, I don't know," he says, trying his best to sound neutral. "Maybe not rushing headlong into battle with no plan. Of course, not everyone is officer material ..."

He trails off, meaningfully.

[doesnotsimply]

"Well how am I meant to plan until I know what the situation is?" Boromir cuffed his own temple, wiping away a bead of sweat. The tunnels or corridors or whatever you wanted to call them were getting rather warm, and the lack of any sort of natural breeze made it stifling to a man used to the outdoors.

"Do you know anywhere nearby where I could find a weapon?"

[knowdeathknowglory]

Anzu frowns at Boromir in confusion; the concept of welcoming battle is as alien to him as flying is to the dwellers of the abyssal plains. Boromir might as well tie wings to an anglerfish and push it off a cliff as explain to Anzu the point of fighting when you don't have to.

"Er, no, sadly I don't, dearest," he says, hesitantly. "I mean, my weapon is my natural fire, so I don't particularly take stock of nearby armories or sunrod stores or ... or ... whatever."