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Random scenario test drive meme! For all you thinking about apping to our fair game. Because all our characters are the modern reincarnates of the people we canon reviewed for, you need a modern AU! Post your character with a couple details about who they are now. Use a prompt to set the scene! And tag around.

RAIN: The weather sucks and you gotta share a bus stop, overhang, or other cozy space with someone.

MONSTERS IN THE PARK: Doesn't really matter what they are, it's time to run and/or fight!

NEW ECHO: augh you were minding your own business in public and now you have feathers for hair, or you just had a vivid flashback to being a wizard, or suddenly you have your preincarnation's clothes on. Someone help! Or point and laugh, that works too.

NORMAL DAY AT THE MALL OR WHEREVER: Slice of life happens too!

WILD CARD: You can't be contained by these paltry prompts! Get out there and combine them or make your own!

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Kim Ross / Kimiko Sarai Kusanagi // Dresden Codak

[autodidacticrobogirl]

[Kimberly Ross, half-Japanese, all woman. She owns that garage you sometimes drive by, you know the one. It's a little antique and there are still flakes of the old fashioned gilt sticking to the filigree, in the corners where the pigeons can't land on them, and the rain doesn't easily drip. She's short, and frumpish and tends to wear long sleeves, even when the weather doesn't call for it.

Every now and then you see her wearing as little as is modest, wielding a hammer and wrench like the earthly incarnation of Hephaestus. She's got odd eyes, one of them blue rather than the usual color, and— oh, of course! Kim has only one leg. The other ends at the knee, replaced from there downward with a carbon-fiber recurve leg. Maybe you've seen someone like that in the Paralympics, on TV. Maybe you never noticed the leg at all; after all, it's not like she lets it slow her down.

Kim Ross. Yeah, you remember her now. The Mechanic.]

Waitin' For the Bus in the Rain (in the rain)

[autodidacticrobogirl]

[One Kim Ross was not best pleased. For one, she was a mechanic, both by inclination and trade, and therefore waiting for the bus, for any bus, was beneath her. But on the other, there wasn't much for it; there wasn't exactly a way to fix the damn thing without parts, and in lieu of dignity, there was only the bus to get you home.

Well, you could have slept in the stupid car, of course. But that would've meant walking home the next morning anyways. The truest walk of shame that ever there was; no, even the bus was better. Even this indignity or standing in the rain with crossed arms, wet slowly turning your jacket black from the shoulders down, was better.

Stupid rain. Stupid fanbelt. Stupid fate.]

Stupid, stupid stupid.

New Echo

[autodidacticrobogirl]

[It always seemed so innocent, starting out. You woke up, like always, had a bite to eat, got to work. Then it was lunch, and the sun as beating down outside the cool cave of the garage and you thought to yourself, oh! I'll walk down to the deli.

Such a fool.

It was complacency like that that'd led Kim to where she stood, transfixed, while the screams echoed through her, and she saw herself looking down on a city on fire, gravel rooftop crunching under her feet— her feet! And then she turned, looked up, and the world was metal and red eyes and the fire leapt down from those eyes like a living thing, like a hungry sunbeam that was beating down on her now, and the pain was magnificent, transfixing, burning up and down her spine like an electric charge.]

Oh god.

[Kim fell, and lay there in the gutter, trembling. What the hell was that? Her left arm went numb, and she lay there and retched against the memory of pain. Maybe she was dying. Maybe this was what a heart attack felt like.]

Help. Eicgh! S-somebody…oh god.

at the garage

[reapsthewind]

[someone has just barged into your workshop and is looking at all your shit]

[oh my god she's touching your stuff kim -- wait are her hands made of metal]

[autodidacticrobogirl]

[Excuse you, who invited you and your grabby touchy robot hands to the party? You're cruisin' for a bruisin', miss.]

Hey! [Coming around the disembodied engine block now, all smudged with grease and anger.] Hey, you can't come in...here...

[Oh. Robot hands? Wait— no! Focus.]

Who the hell do you think you are?

[reapsthewind]

Air Commander Starscream, second in command of the Decepticons, heir to the Empire, Prince of Destruction.

[beat]

But you can call me Chris.

[She puts down whatever she's been manhandling. robothandling. Whatever.]

I hear you're good with machines. I'm pretty good myself but I need some help.

[autodidacticrobogirl]

[A long, skeptical look. You're one of those nutters from the internet, Chris. You're one of those crazy people who can read text messages out of atlases and graffiti and who remembers things that didn't happen from worlds that never were. You're like Kim.

It's a good thing you didn't hold your arm out for a handshake because it'd probably have been getting tired by now. How long does it take for a silence to become awkward? Oh well.]

...The Empire of what? [We'll ignore the Prince of Destruction title. Kim figures that a dispute over the succession a throne with that name would likely produce very little in the way of useful results. But then, there's business to attend to.] Yes. I'm a mechanic. Is something busted?

[What if it's her robot hands?]

Is it your robot hands?

[Please let it be the robot hands.]

[reapsthewind]

Yeah, actually. Well, more than just the hands.

[time to doff the coat, sunglasses... annnnd the shoes. Hey Kim she's robot from her hands to her shoulders, in her eyes, and then there's her feet... do those go all the way to her hips? WHO KNOWS]

So the problem is that these are alien devices that take some kind of exotic fuel, and as you can see...

[she holds out her hands. They shake about as badly as somebody with Parkinsons; it's a wonder she didn't drop anything]

They're kind of low on power. It's starting to make me sick; I think they're stripping nutrients out of my bloodstream now to feed themselves. I was wondering if you could take a look and see what you could do about an auxiliary power source. Me, I'm a programmer, not a mechanic, and so while I can tell you some stuff about how I think they work... yeah.