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

[weeabhoo]

Jinto's not even bothering to load up a cart. Rather he's managed to haggle a reasonable price from the shopkeeper for large quantities of food items the ship needs and can't produce itself, to be delivered via shuttle. Feeling as if he'd just been through a battle, he turns back to the shelves, to see an old man speaking to himself as he shops.

"Ah, I'm sorry sir...I just bought all the flour and oil this place has." He rubs the back of his head, feeling nervous and a little guilty despite having only done his duty. Yes, all of the flour and oil. A starship can go through that pretty quickly on pancake day.

[loboptimize]

[pauses for a moment. then turns. he speaks slowly, and carefully, and enunciating just to be sure. this is a even-tempered old man. surely nothing will go wrong if you do as he asks.]

Excuse me, young man? What was that you just said? Something about the level of supply?

[weeabhoo]

Jinto looks only more nervous and guilty.

"I'm afraid I just bought all the flour and oil in this store. I'm the supply officer for the Juggernaut and we were running low on kitchen supplies...But if you want to come up, I'm sure you can have some!"

Please don't give him a stern talking to. Jinto is highly susceptible to guilting and admonishments from authority figures.

[loboptimize]

[if there's one thing Walter Bishop will always be good for? besides long rambling arguments? it's scolding. break out the judging finger point, Walter!]

Now see here, young man. I understand that you have your duties to fulfill, but what about the people around you? It's all very well and good if they're going up to your ship, but what if they're just stopping home from work, or a nice walk? You should really be more thoughtful.

[weeabhoo]

Jinto begins frantically bowing, looking absolutely miserable. It could be noted that he's wearing the uniform of the Abh Empire Star Forces, with the tiara of a Front Wing Flyer, an officer rank. Not that Walter is likely to care.

"I'm very sorry, sir! Please allow me to bring you some flour, cooking oil, and whatever other ingredients you may require!"

[loboptimize]

[frankly, you might as well be dressed like Mickey Mouse for all Walter cares, because to him it registers as "something something tiara something". deference also means it's time to ride out the high horses, though.]

A fresh cephalopod, preferably edible. Possibly, live, since the ink makes such a nice sauce and I'm not sure I'd trust what these incompetent idiots would do with a mayonnaise, let alone citrus fruit. And eggs. Three, also edible. Perhaps some milk. Do you have that, young man, or do I need to repeat myself?

[weeabhoo]

"One octo, still squirting, and half a dairy shelf, you've got it, sir." He said, before dashing off to obey, heading to the next grocer. Naturally he would be using his own personal credits to repair this mistake.

[loboptimize]

[if Walter was a person who thought about that sort of thing in regard to strangers, i'm sure he'd try to defray the costs, but no, this is Walter we're talking about here, and that would never happen at all. better not placate the crazies this way too many times.

when you're done with your errands, Walter is perusing the cookwares section, testing pans and more alarmingly, knives.]

[weeabhoo]

Jinto returns with an octopus in a bag, looking as miserable as an octopus can look, and a bag full of the requested dairy. He thrusts the items at him and leans forward, supporting himself with his hand on his knee.

"Here...you are...sir..." He says, out of breath.

[loboptimize]

[brightens visibly, gesturing with the knife in his hands at what you're carrying before remembering it's in his hands, and hurriedly putting it down to accept the packages]

Ah! Thank you very much, young man. I'm quite looking forward to this. I suppose living on the Atlantic seaboard has made me nostalgic for the prospect.

[weeabhoo]

"I...have not...had decent seafood...for some time...either." He says, finally managing to look up. Not since the memorial dinner for Baron Febdash, in fact, and that had been a surreal experience all around.