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

[hotshots]

[Getting a better look at this guy, there was no mistaking it. And no other reason for that memory to suddenly surge into his brain, of course. This man was familiar. The same sort of feeling as when he met Eugen. And... one he had seen in his memories before, along with a woman, and a boy.

Still, it didn't mean he knew that, and there was no need to freak him out. So he moves over in his general direction.]

It's... fine. It happens. You okay, man?

[airfoils]

I'm fine. [Not that he looks it, but he knows he'll be fine in a few more moments. He's been through this before, after all. He manages to look up at the stranger.] Its just a migraine. It'll--

[It'll suddenly get ten times worse, actually.

The pain is so great that Alexander clutches his head with one hand, and wants nothing more than to just curl up into a little ball and die. He doesn't, though. Somehow, he remains standing, his other hand leaning against the wall for support as he turns his head to seemingly glare quite intently through the pain at the taller stranger.]

[hotshots]

[Neil's eyebrows raise. Slowly. Cautiously. He's seen people pissed off before, and oftentimes he was the cause of it. In this instance he'd just been minding his own business, but that glare...

Normally, he'd leave well enough alone.

This was far from normal, thanks to that damned echo.]

You don't look fine. You didn't hit anything, right?

[airfoils]

[This was far from normal, indeed. Especially since someone remembers the Irish meister. Unfortunately, that someone isn't Alexander. Alex is lost in a world of pain right now. So lost, in fact, that he doesn't realize that his lips are moving, stretching into manic grin over the pain. he also doesn't realize that he's speaking.... if you can even call it speaking. Its more like his throat is making a sound and his tongue, the tip poised against the roof of his mouth, is trying to shape that sound into something. Something that sounds like]

Laaawwkh--

[And that's as far as he gets, before this strange moment comes to an end. The pain has stopped, at least, hand rubbing his forehead as the world starts to come back into focus.]

[hotshots]

[Neil stands guarded, preparing at any moment to deck this guy, past memories or not. The way he's acting is... unsettling at best, really. In fact, he's starting to wonder if the decking thing should just be his lead in. He can ask questions later-

Then, he seems to calm down. Neil doesn't, and remains tense still. But he doesn't punch him, at least. That's one good thing, if nothing else.

And what he... almost said was...]

I think... the word you're looking for is "Lockon."

[airfoils]

[He brushes his hair out of his face, though when he hears the other man speak, he just looks at him in confusion.]

I'm sorry, what did you say?

[Maybe he misheard, but it sounded like the guy said something about locking?]