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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!

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Though it was the combat missions that made the Garde pilots famous, Nagate was pretty used to resource gathering missions, too. Ships like the Cydonia needed a lot to keep them going -- ice, metals, ore -- and the Tsugumori's immense size and delicate handling made it a natural choice for dealing with unstable asteroids.

"Hey," he called out over the common channel, "You about done on this side? Thought I saw something moving on the other end..."

[Starting with 4, open to other scenarios]

[You have entered each and every strength-based competition, because you are a STRONG troll, and you are ready to prove it. STRONGly.

Well. Maybe not every strength-based one. You have declined to box, because you are under the impression that the competitions are not supposed to be fatal.

Will anyone attempt to match your STRENGTH in these trials?]

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( but i'm a bit lazy so:

7: the view outside is — something he's got complex feelings about, in all honesty. it reminds him of memories as dark as the space through which they travel, but then things like this happen: brightness and beauty in the unexpected. if he normally treats the view outside as something that might scald him, there's an almost grudging fascination now, all big round eyes and surprised intake of breath as he lingers to watch.

9: oz has always got a bit excitable about money, you see; he's a child of nobility and has rarely had to concern himself with something like money. so it's something of an exciting experience, still fairly novel in its own ways, and the wide-eyed, absolutely delighted look he gives everything (and everyone) in the market place is probably a giveaway. you may run into him standing and staring at something, heedless of foot traffic, or you may almost step on him — easy mistake to make, he's small and easy to miss. or perhaps you'd like to let him know he's about to be ripped off on that curious-looking alien fruit he's examining? feel free to roll your eyes at his bright and ridiculous attempts at flirting with some of the female locals. )

Edited 2014-01-14 01:50 (UTC)

[2: Lafiel has had some practice in ground combat, since people keep trying to kill her on planets. And at least asteroid mining colonies are familiar: she can deal with claustrophobic tunnels and navigating the passages. She doesn't even need a person watching her back. Instead, she's going to round up the others and go leave this stupid asteroid.

[Really, this is about Lafiel's luck with penal colonies, except last time it wasn't her being chased on the ground.]

[6: Lafiel is busy inspecting the equipment, trying to figure out what she can use and how. Want to strike up a conversation or answer a question?]

[10: Toss an idea at me!]

Explosive delivery!

[Where-ever you are, you're approached by a woman wearing weathered, somewhat dirty riot armor and a trenchcoat. A ramshackle gun is slung across her back, and in her hand she carries a new-looking package that looks a lot more at home in the fleet than she does. She checks something on a tablet, then holds then box out before giving a rather clinical greeting.]

Delivery for you.

--

GYMSPLOSION

[The concept of a gym wasn't totally foreign to Gina - she'd seen similar things in some of the run-down buildings she'd picked through at home, but never actually used one. Until now, anyway. For workout clothes, she'd opted for a dark pair of sweats and t-shirt, minimizing the number of scars showing to her arms, and those peeking out from her collar. She'll try most everything in the gym at least once, barring the pool, because heavy wet clothes are no fun and she doesn't know about the existence of swimsuits.]

Lafiel was piloting a shuttle -- limited manipulating ability, and the one that had come from her ship wasn't armed, but it could tow chunks of material and had better maneuvering (at least in Lafiel's opinion) than the ones from the Confederation. Mostly because of a familiar interface.

She checked to make sure those with her had everything secure before radioing back. "We're ready to move when you are. What did you see?"

( if he thinks she looks a bit ominous, he doesn't show it, at least; mostly, he just blinks in surprise, looking at the box. )

For me?

[The reason for the larger part of those explosions? This squat, orange and yellow mohawked robot, who has been providing explosives for the mining crew. They're following up with their own, since his are mostly used for clearing out excess rock - Hyper Bombs are a bit too powerful for precision mining, unfortunately. That said, he's still helping with the placement of other explosives, and directing some a bit thanks to his own experience.]

[Thanks to quick and decisive action on the part of both Research Station personnel and visiting crew members, the fires have been put out, fortunately with few injuries. The corridors are still filled with smoke, and the few who were hurt still haven't been brought away to receive medical treatment, but for the moment, the danger has passed. The losses come mainly in the form of data and equipment, both unfortunate but replaceable.

Still, it's that equipment that has drawn Geordi's attention, rather than the injured still being shepherded off to have their burns treated. He's crouched down near the remains of one of the consoles, examining the charred and melted remains with a frown on his face. From the way he's hovering over it, he might just touch it the moment it's cool enough to handle, but for now, he glances around and calls out to the nearest person.]

Come take a look at this.

"Hold on a second, I'm getting a reading. It's -- " Before he could so much as finish his sentence, however, a spatial distortion materialized without warning on the shuttle's starboard side. Something that looked to Nagate like an immense sea creature snaked out of the hole in space, eerily luminescent.

Its long body loosely resembled that of a moray eel, with rows of eyes running down both of its sides. Spines ran down the dorsal length of its spine. And though it wasn't much wider than the Tsugumori itself, about a hundred meters of the creature had already exited the distortion, and more were about to follow.

"Watch it!" called Nagate, dropping the drill the Tsugumori had been carrying. "There aren't supposed to be any life forms out here!"

[ 3. ]
[While she'd managed to overhear from a number of others that there was some sort of huge event scheduled for today, Mirys had no real interest in attending. Being out in public was something she'd grown to despise—and even consider a threat to her own safety—thanks to everything that had happened prior to her being brought aboard the Teuberg, and as such, she largely kept to herself, going only where she needed to, when she needed to. This, however, didn't stop her from sparing some small amount of time to spend by herself—or she believed herself alone, at least—watching the shower of colorful explosions from elsewhere in the city.]

[ 10. ]
[Have your own ideas? Go ahead and throw 'em at me!]

[ Del's working her way back to the entrance to the colony, a project that would be considerably easier if the landing detail she was on hadn't been turned-around in the tunnels even before the damn whatever-they-ares had showed up. They're on the right track now, more or less, but they're looking ragged and battered from their last encounter with the creatures.

She's taken point, owing to the fact she's the only one of the five of them with any head for directions underground, and she keeps her weapon raised as they go -- which puts Lafiel square in her sights when they round the corner.

Del relaxes, marginally, and jerks her chin at Lafiel.]

Take it you're looking to get upside, too?

Uh... me?

[Nagate approached and crouched down himself, imitating Geordi. Unfortunately, though he was pretty good at jury-rigging electrical systems, he wasn't actually a trained engineer. Whatever it was Geordi was seeing, he wasn't.]

What are we looking at?

[Even his home world in it's heyday wouldn't have had technology near as impressive of this, so he's completely lost on what to do aside offering general assistance.

So when he hears someone call to him he ambles over, standing above both him and the wrecked equipment.

He's here to help! Just...not very talkative. Shoot.]

[Blondie gets an odd look, then Gina peeks down at the tablet again before addressing him.]

Y'match the description I got, and provided your name is 'Oz Vessalius', then yeah.

[Her tone is a bit weary - trying to get used to a new area to work in was rough, especially in such a weird world. ~~Take the box kiddo, the quest marker doesn't lie.~~]

[She'd only been trying been trying to walk down the hall. Honest. But managing to avoid any sort of protruding object in one's path is a feat too much to ask for the uncoordinated. And the problem with this is that, in space, some things shouldn't be tripped over, because doing so will yield catastrophic results.

So, that big fire now spreading super quickly throughout the whole space station?

Is this girl's fault. 100%.]

[Geordi spares a brief nod and grin for Nagate as he comes to join Geordi by the console, before focusing all of his attention back on the console. He gestures to the side, where distorted paneling has revealed some of the interior.]

Well, to tell you the truth, it might just be nothing. But...

[He shakes his head, and looks over the console again.]

You know much about electrical fires?

Oh!

( the thing is that for the large majority of his life, he's had uncles and servants to handle affairs such as mail and receiving packages. in other words, he's spoiled, and this is a new experience. his curious look goes from the box to her and back again, and then he grins brightly and reaches out to take the box. )

Thank you very much. ( — because he's got manners if nothing else ) You must be busy today.

( going...dangerous places? manners forbid him from quite articulating that, but her attire gets a glance in any event. )

[ Looking at things is still a bit of a novelty, as he's still getting used to his handy-dandy whiz bang cool cybernetic eye. Actually, it's been bothering him quite a lot, and the smoke definitely isn't helping. Okay fine, now that the crisis is averted, he's just going to pop it out for a moment and... ]

Eh?

[ Yes, you've caught him with his left eye in his hand, Geordi. Fortunately, via some sort of future bluetooth-ish connection, he can still see through it, therefore the obvious thing is to reach down with his hand and use it to peer at whatever Geordi's pointing to. ]

What is it?

[Well, the general bulk and the blue fur are maybe a little intimidating, but you wouldn't know it from the way Geordi keeps waving Kimahri closer. (It helps that his VISOR hides his eyes).

He gestures to the back of the console, where there's an access panel.]

I'll need to get in here, to check how much of the station's systems are working, but it looks like the fire managed to weld this thing shut. Think you could give me a hand?

[Well, that was reassuring, at least! Nagate did his best to smile back.]

Yeah, a little bit. We had to be careful of them back on the Cydonia. But that was mostly because of old, outdated equipment.

You think that's what happened here?

[ZEX rather liked the gym, himself! Oh, physical exertion was all right and all, but what he really loved it for was the people. And by people, he meant humans, who were, of course, just as much people as the VUX!

And what lovely people they were. Their mammalian hair, short or long and loose or bound, begging to be touched and felt and admired by VUX tendrils, their smooth skin in brown or ivory or fruit-like pinks, their clever fingers wrapping around equipment with a sturdy, stiff grip... ah, it could drive a man absolutely to distraction, watching them! And so often, they chose to go clad in less when moving more, giving ZEX all the more to admire! Hee! Hee! Hee!]

[And that is how Gina will find herself being stared at by a giggling green cyclopean alien.]

[They'd managed to gather a small crowd, at least. It could have been curiosity or genuine interest, but the regulars apparently wanted to see what the new arrivals could do.

Jason, at least, was starting to regret his rash challenge. He had broken Bulk's bench pressing record at the juice bar before, but that wasn't with anywhere near this much weight. But he couldn't stop now, he didn't want to be known as a quitter.]

Bit more weight, guys.

[He was soaked through with sweat, muscles burning, but he wasn't out yet. He still had bravado, at least.

He chanced a glance over at Equius, hoping the grey dude looked as bad as he felt.]

I'm just getting started, man! Think you can keep up?

[ZEX had been minding his own business, admiring the passing humans and non-humans and humanoids, when one of them had tripped, and-- well, the whole thing went by a bit too quickly for even an admiral to dissect, and really, the human surely hadn't meant to do that!

And, really, blame was such an awful game to play. Much better to try and help each other, right? Right! Also maybe the human would let him touch her if he played his ~~tentacles~~ hand right.]

Oh, my, that's a bit unfortunate. Are you all right, my lovely human friend?

[He offered her a tentacle to help her up, smiling kindly at her. (She may not be able to tell that it is a smile, though, because aliens.)]

Edited 2014-01-14 02:40 (UTC)

[Geordi's no stranger to unconventional methods of seeing, but there's still something just a bit disturbing about seeing someone holding their eyeball in their hand. Probably unhygenic, too, if it's supposed to go back in the socket.]

Didn't mean to bother you in the middle of anything, [Like dealing with an eyeball,] but what's the extent of wavelengths you can get with that?

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Test Drive Meme

Tanikaze Nagate | Knights of Cydonia

Equius Zahhak/Homestuck/6: GYMBOOMS [awwwww yissss]

oz vessalius | pandora hearts | i heard you like explosions — open to anything and any prompt

Abriel Lafiel | Banner of the Stars

Gina Thomas/The Courier | Fallout: New Vegas

4 is okay

delivery

Bomb Man | Mega Man [Archie Comics] | 4

Geordi La Forge | Star Trek TNG

Re: 4 is okay

Mirys Hargrave (FOnewearl) | Phantasy Star Online (OC)

how about 2, then!

Re: Geordi La Forge | Star Trek TNG

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this is not an actual thing pls don't hurt me | 5

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i'm so sorry

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gym!

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ahahahahhaha oh my god.

pffha no this is lovely