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

[blindlygo]

If that's so, then it's a wonder this place lasted this long, unless it was someone very new.

[One of the many reasons Data is useful to have around. While Data is poking at the metal directly, Geordi has to content himself with pulling out his Fleet Omnicorder and scanning it over everything.]

If the iron melted, then we won't get much from the circuits inside. Think it's worth a shot?

[positronically]

[Oh, what he would not give to get his hands on an actual tricorder right now.]

The attempt must be made. Whatever clues there might be, we must look at them all. "Once you rule out the impossible..."

[blindlygo]

"Whatever remains must be the truth." [Hopefully Data won't mind Geordi shortening the quote, but they both know who among them is the true Sherlock Holmes fan.]

I don't have the right tools for this right now... can you get it open, Data?

[positronically]

Yes.

[He's definitely learned not to get too terribly pedantic about correcting quotes and human memory. Most of the time, anyway. He sets his fingers to the edge of the console and pulls; without any visible effort, he cracks the thing open like a kinder egg.]

There. It is very hot, be cautious. Can your VISOR see past the thermal interference?

[blindlygo]

Thanks.

Not enough for detailed work. I'll recalibrate first.

[It means setting aside his omnicorder for the moment, but he's fine with that, reaching up to the side of the VISOR to start adjusting the settings, glancing toward the still-hot console every so often for a reference.] That oughtta do it.

[positronically]

I can blow on it, should you require. My internal cooling systems could handle the overload.

[An attempt at humor. He tries every so often, and usually fails.]

[blindlygo]

[For a moment, Geordi is staring because he doesn't get it. Then he's shaking his head, because he gets what Data was trying.]

Not quite. Sorry, the timing could have been better.

[positronically]

I will attempt to rectify my timing, then. They say that is the secret to comedy.

[A pause. A glance at Geordi. And then he tentatively blows on the hot, melted circuits.]

[blindlygo]

[Okay, he can't help it, that one gets a chuckle out of him, and earns Data a quick pat on the shoulder.]

Better. Now c'mon, we don't all have fancy positronic brains that can process information and make jokes at the same time.

[positronically]

Yes, Geordi.

[He peers at the ruined console, seeing every single singe mark and piece of melted metal.]

The fleet we have found ourselves in appears to be plagued with personnel issues. And materiel issues as well. Is this the moment where I "wish" for access to a replicator?

[blindlygo]

We might as well go all-out and wish for the Enterprise.

[But down that road lies homesickness, so he doesn't continue on that train of thought. Instead, he takes the time to poke around inside the console, still careful of the heated metal.]

But it makes sense. I mean, they've been out in the middle of unfamiliar space for a long time.

[positronically]

Indeed. Perhaps that is why we have been brought here. To assist in not only our own rescue, but theirs as well.

[He's carefully peeling aside more of the casing so Geordi has more access.]

I am troubled, however, at the implications. Are we breaking the Prime Directive if we bring our technology to this universe? Or are we ensuring the survival of multiple dimensions and thousands of lives? Should we keep our secrets to ourselves and patch up what we can?

I hope you see the moral conundrum here.

[blindlygo]

[Now he sighs, and looks at Data, his expression serious behind his VISOR as he closes his hands around his omnicorder.]

I don't know, Data. Right now, their problems are our problems, and that's about to change, unless the Enterprise shows up. Upgrading their replicators won't solve their problems.

[Geordi shakes his head as he returns to work.]

Maybe it would be different if we could get a signal to the Federation.

[positronically]

That would be ideal.

However, I am not entirely certain that it is possible, given the technological constraints.

...Geordi, would this be a good example of being caught "between a rock and a hard place?"

[blindlygo]

Yeah, I'd say that describes our situation pretty well right now.

[In the midst of examining a particular part of the console's interior, Geordi pauses, then leans in closer.]

Well, I found the problem, all right.