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

[maddeninghatter]

— ugh!

[ Here is the problem with holding one's own eyeball: it's slippery. The inevitable has just happened. Break's exclamation has less to do with dropping it, and more to do with still being able to see through it. The world is rolling rolling rolling....

Excuse him while he tries not to puke on you, Geordi. ]

[blindlygo]

Whoa!

[For the first few moments, Geordi's focus is on propping this guy up, rather than hunting down an eyeball that he dropped. He doesn't change focus until he's reasonably certain that an ill-timed move won't send the both of them toppling.]

Everything all right?

[Now to look for that device. Hopefully it isn't still rolling away, or getting damaged.]

[maddeninghatter]

[ The world is finally... dark, thank goodness. He manages to straighten up again, though still looking a bit green about the gills. ]

Ahaha! I'm fine, fiiiine. I just — ah.

[ The first time he had to pop his eye out had been... well, "disturbing" would be a bit of an understatement. He hadn't wanted to put it in again, after that, and didn't for several days. So now, losing it is....

Urgh. He combs his long fringe back in place with his fingers. ]

Did you happen to....

[ He sort of trails off at that point. How do you ask somebody to help you find your eyeball? ]

[blindlygo]

See where it went? No, sorry.

[Geordi was a bit busy keeping Break on his feet, but now that it's been taken care of, he starts glancing around the workstation, trying to determine where the thing might have rolled to.]

Are you still getting a visual from it? I doubt it rolled off too far.

[Not to mention it's the size of an eyeball, so they're not in danger of stepping on it accidentally while they search.]

[maddeninghatter]

I don't —

[ Wavelengths of light. It hadn't made any sense to him when it had first been explained, so he had taken pains to look it up. His eye's original settings had been tuned to the visible spectra, a tiny slice of the electromagnetic spectrum; but he is, with some concentration, able to widen that, and even slide down into infrared.

Slowly, the darkness resolves into a grainy image. ]

It's under the —

[ He begins to reach down for the space beneath the console, but stops mid-gesture. ]

I say! D'you have any idea what sort of research went on here?

[blindlygo]

Some sort of monitoring related to the surrounding system, I thought.

[Geordi steps away to retrieve the eyeball, careful to hold the view steady as he fishes it out from underneath the console, before holding it out toward Break. As soon as the eyeball is out of his hold, he'll rub his hands together, trying to get rid of the residue feeling of slipperiness.]

See something interesting? [From the sound of it, he's not surprised by the thought.]

[maddeninghatter]

[ He rarely turns his own eye upon himself. He'll look in mirrors, but it's really not the same. His own hand gets larger and larger in his view until


got it

He'll keep holding it (carefully) as he's not about to put it back in his head just now: it's covered with something (space lint?). Instead he points it back at the console, frowning. The infra-red image he's getting is distorted by the heat of the fire, it was much clearer from below, but as everything cools he can definitely make out — ]

There's something moving in there.

[blindlygo]

[That kind of thing is what Geordi called him over to ask, but he still looks concerned at the thought.]

I thought that infared was showing something strange, but something alive...?

[Either way, they need to do something.]

Think you could help me pry it open?

1/2

[maddeninghatter]

[ "Pry it open"?

The sensible thing is to shoot it first, particularly given the suspicious circumstances. ]

2/2

[maddeninghatter]

[ Since when was he ever sensible? ]

Well, not "prying," not so much. But I'm fairly certain I can cut it.

[ He produces a walking stick which - snap! - turns into a sword. Whose bright idea was it to put pseudo-Victorians in space, anyway? ]

[blindlygo]

[Well. He assumes there's some kind of special edge. Because that would just make sense, in space, right?]

Keep it small, at first. We need to know who, or what, is in there, and we don't want to cause any more damage to this being than we have to.

[Without the presence of an armed security team, or more accurate readings on the life form in there, they'll have to satisfy themselves with that.]

[maddeninghatter]

[ He starts to raise his sword — then hesitates. ]

Er, d'you mind holding this for a moment?

[ He offers Geordi his eye. ]

It'll be awkward, you know, if...

[ ...if he's hacking at something with one hand, whilst holding his eye in the other, is his unspoken reasoning.




...and if it seems there's a little smirk behind his request, that's just your imagination, Geordi. Because he totally didn't see you wipe your hands after handling his eyeball. ]

[blindlygo]

Hm? Yeah, sure.

[Smirk or not, Geordi doesn't hesitate, even though he's careful as he handles the mechanical eyeball. Just because he doesn't like the feel of it doesn't mean he's going to be rude.

Or maybe he's rising to the challenge. Who can tell?]

[maddeninghatter]

[ Ever since getting it, Break has been wrapped up in all of his manifold issues regarding his new eye; so much so, that he hadn't realized its possibilities for teasing people. However, just now, a whole new world has just opened up.

Still smirking, he raises his sword and brings it down. CLANNNNNGGGGG!

Bleah. The future, honestly. He brings his sword down again, and this time there's no clanging noise, just the thunk of a corner of the console falling off and hitting the floor. ]

See anything?

[blindlygo]

Whatever it is, it's still moving. Hold on, let me check...

[Since he hasn't recalibrated his VISOR, it's not a matter of adjusting the settings manually, but of mentally sorting through the deluge of information it gives to focus on the things he wants.]

It's nothing I've ever seen before, but that doesn't mean much around here.

[maddeninghatter]

[ Just then....... one tentacle, and then another slither their way out of the opening Break made, and then the whole console enclosure cracks open....

Revealing something with tentacles and wide, enormous eyes, tiny ears, and a cute little mouth. It's as if somebody crossed an octopus with a mameshiba. It raises two of its tentacles at Geordi and makes a "nnnn! nnnnn!" noise, looking for all the world like a toddler begging to be picked up. A toddler-octopus-mameshiba thing. ]

I think....

[ Break is very helpfully going to be making a giant step to the left, out of tentacling range. It's all you, bro. ]

I think it likes you.

[blindlygo]

[Geordi is a professional.

What that means is that he's aiming his omnicorder at the creature, even as he stares in disbelief. And starts cautiously stepping forward, though not quite enough to put himself in tentacle range.]

Whatever it is, it better not be poisonous.

[maddeninghatter]

[ Break gives a helpful shrug, as if to say what on earth does he know about bizarrely cute and disturbing aliens.

Meanwhile the toddler-octopus-mameshiba keeps leaning towards Geordi, its "nnnn!"-ing becoming progressively more urgent and pitiful. Finally it drops its appendages and wails. ]