Test Drive Meme

[scramasax]

HEL-LO, EARTH'S NEW HEROES.

Test Drive Meme!

Scenarios:

> Cleanup of downtown Locke City still has a ways to go. It looks like that shop you were planning on another trip to this week is closed for the time being. Or the entire block is trashed and you'll be needing an alternate route to work. Or your workplace is trashed, if not some real estate you had in the area, and you'll be needing a helping hand - or are trying to offer one!
> Help, help, I've been robbed - your bag or wallet's just been snatched, or is in the process of being snatched. Catch the snatcher or rough them up - you may or may not be surprised, if you come to blows or a chase, to find on throwing a punch that they're much quicker and/or sturdier than you'd have expected. Maybe someone will dive in to back you up.
> Monster encounter! The above or you were robbed (or, for all you could tell, misplaced something) a while ago, and one of the objects you lost seems to have come back to you, if not the way you recognize it. Ayup, getting backup might be a good idea.
> Transportation/travel. You're at an airport or train station, whether to escape or take a tour to a strange-events hotspot, or plain go on an innocent vacation. Mix up your bags or timetables, grab a pre-ride snack, chat up those with the same destination, get or give directions, find yourself receiving an ill-timed item Echo in front of security - whatever you can think up!
> Say - is that one of those superhumans you've spied on the street? Yes, I do believe it is - you've seen them on the news/read about them, that or their looks give them away! Go on and ask questions of them, be it for serious answers or an autograph, depending on who you are.
> ...And it looks like you're a superhuman yourself. Looks like that hollowed-out feeling you got was followed by a mutation, or some strange thing in your brain. How're you going to come to grips with it?
> Wildcard/Etc. Make up your own!

Prompts suggested by Alec and Zero.

Comments

[inursatellites]

[His first instinct is to ask what happened to it. But he's been informed by his own HR that such questions aren't typically appreciated. And so, the big man simply stoops to the computer, eyeing it in silence.]

Show me the error again. Exactly what happens to produce it.

[jazzingitup]

[It's a good thing he didn't ask because she doesn't have any good answers to give him. She shut off her computer one night after work, and the next morning when she turned it back on again this error showed up.]

Here, like this. [She pressed the power button for a few seconds to power down the laptop, waited a few more seconds before pressing the button again to turn it back on. The same error, in white letters on a black screen, appeared.]

[inursatellites]

I see.

[And without further ado, he slips into the space before the computer, his fingers already clicking away at the keys.]

The data may be salvageable. Short of whatever was amassed yesterday. A system restore may solve the issue.

[jazzingitup]

[Jazmin visibly slumps in relief. That was far better than she expected.]

Wonderful, that's the best news I've heard all day. I will buy you a coffee if you can make it happen.

[inursatellites]

That's unnecessary. But the offer is appreciated.

[He keeps typing, his eyes locked on the screen and the... ridiculous line of code his fingers string across it.]

[jazzingitup]

No, no, I'll buy you the coffee. I already said I would. [And it's just a coffee anyway. She watches him as he works, though she doesn't understand anything he's doing.]

So...is there anything I can do to prevent this from happening again?