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

[jailbreaks]

[George is a little oblivious to his own stench until someone points it out. Sure, he probably Febreezed himself once or twice before he got on the train, but that doesn't mean it entirely eliminated the smell. And besides, he gets a lot of looks because he looks not entirely pleasant. Long dark hair tied up in some ponytail, a faux-fur laced hooded coat and a t-shirt and jeans? Really, he kind of does look like trouble.

So the space is something he can't tell is because of his image or his smell. Given he's used to the smell of cigarettes and pot, well, he can't tell he smells awful sometimes.

Glancing her way, he can tell she wants to absolutely avoid him -- this is going to make for an awkward journey...]

I don't bite, if that's what you're afraid of. [His tone does have it's own bite, but it's more or less because he's annoyed with how everyone seems to approach him. Funny how this has happened for years, yet it still bothers him sometimes. Not that he's the epitome of a good young adult or anything...]

[starlightheart]

[Natalie's eyes widen a bit, and she laughs nervously. She also notices there's no more room to scoot away, so she... kind of has to deal with it, doesn't she?]

Bite? Oh- no, no! I'm not afraid or anything.

[Well. Maybe a little intimidated. You're kind of intimidating looking, and if you're doing drugs too... gosh.

...of course, he could be doing much worse than pot, but. Sheltered, again. Her distinction of this aspect doesn't reach far.

So, she just smiles, drumming her fingers on her knees, showing her nervousness rather clearly.] So... how are you doing today?

[In spite of that nervousness, a purely innocent question! After all, if they were stuck there for the rest of the trip...]

[jailbreaks]

[You know, he can actually appreciate the effort of someone trying to hold a conversation with him. He understands he's not the best person, and hell, he kind of hates himself. But moments like these make him want to try harder. He can count his friends on one hand along with the people who want to help him make his life better.

Teachers gave up on him, the cops are shit, his mom -- hell no...

So while most people may see this as a mundane conversation, George sees this as a reason to try for once. Baby steps.]

Okay. Wanted to get out of town on a day off so here I am. [His voice carries nonchalance, but he's trying, he really is.]

You traveling somewhere in particular or just going out because?

[It sounds forced when he asks, but again, he's really trying.]