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Test Drive Meme

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.

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[FINE if you want to play this game, Robert can play it. He didn't come here unprepared.

Robert fishes out his phone and flicks expertly to a photo where Killian is pretty visible and shows it to him. ~~TAKE THAT!!~~]

There, proof. Now can I ask you questions?

Proof of me having a double. That guy's too tall.

[Yeah, that's him alright. What the hell. At least he seems to be on a hidden platform or something that does make him look taller than he really is.]

Maybe a double, you can't tell what this guy looks like!

[Methinks the shortie doth protest too much]

[...are you really trying to protest with something like that what the hell even Robert is embarrassed for you here.

So very unimpressed now.]

The photo may be blurry, but he has some pretty distinct features that you also have. [Explains this very... slowly...] Unless somehow there's somebody here as well who has these exact features, I'm pretty certain we all can guess who this person in the photo is.

[Seriously ugh just say yes already, god.]

A giant snake or something came out of the ground here and you're trying to use logic?

[Seriously dude?

But really, he's been caught. Killian glances around and when he doesn't see anyone he starts for a place with even less people]

I fucking hate smart people. C'mon.

[Uh yes why would he not use logic, clearly there's an explanation for the snake and shit and he wants to know. Why else would he be asking questions. :|

But at least he's finally got somebody. Robert would sigh in relief, except his work's only just started and he can sigh in relief later. He eyes Killian as he starts to bring them to what he assumes is a less crowded place, not entirely sure to trust him fully now or not.

Still, no rewards without risk. And he has taken precautions in case anybody tries to get the jump on him.]

About time. [He mutters under his breath, but keeps himself tense and on alert as he follows the other. If Killian tries anything funny, Robert is not unprepared for it. He's seen enough of the rumors to know what he could best expect here.]

Hey, I have family across country I'm trying to keep out of this mess. Sorry if I'm not too inclined to trust a guy who randomly pulls me off the street and starts accusing me of being Numbered.

[Ugh.

They get to an abandoned bus stop (abandoned because it's closed right now) and Killian turns to look at the guy]

Well?

[Robert frowns at that last word. Numbered? Is that what they're calling themselves? What's the link, then? More and more questions already - it was obviously a good idea to come here.

He puts those thoughts away for now; he finally has a source, and now its time to see what he can get.]

The snake incident obviously had a connection with you and your... group. [Says that part pretty distastefully.] I'd like to know what it is.

You got the wrong guy to ask, then. All I know is that the snake things--there were a lot more, smaller, but they were taken care of--really didn't like us and kind of wanted us all dead.

[Well that escalated quickly. Dead? That's pretty extreme, especially if he really doesn't know.]

Nothing at all? It's hard to believe that somebody would want a group of people dead for no reason whatsoever.

[Even if they are special or whatever. It's still kind of questionable. And for that matter, what exactly is going on in the first place? That would be nice to know, too.]

Well, there were aliens a while back but I dunno what happened there. But yeah, I don't know why it wanted us dead.

[...just not going to question about aliens. The snake thing is kind of a lot more immediate at the moment anyway.]

You can't even guess a reason?

[You are kind of involved, after all. Surely you must have thought of something.]

What reason would make any of the shit we go through make sense or right? I don't try and rationalize stupid shit like that, man. S'no good. Giant snake things, pink lights, and Thunder Corp are bad. That's all I really need to know.

Things don't 'just happen'. There's a reason for everything that goes on. [Even natural disasters have a cause behind them, so why would this be any different?

Robert purses his lips together and thinks for a moment, wondering if he can try a new angle. Maybe that would work.]

You mentioned Thunder Corp?

And this reason was aliens.

[Obviously. He nods]

They're kind of crazy and after us and probably had half the police in their pocket.

[Yeah like 'aliens' will cut it. Try again later.

Anyway.]

They're aware of you and your group, then.

[He certainly can't see any other reason why they would be targeted, at this point.]

[Killian shoots him a "duh" look]

Yeah, and they probably want us all dead too. Or on their side, whatever.

[Why do so many things want you people dead jeez what are you guys, invaders? Actually just ignore that thought since it kind of implicates himself ~~not that he'll admit it~~.]

How many of you are there? Your group, I mean.

[He's had a brief count of sorts but its hard to be sure, that whole... network isn't exactly something he wants to trust in just yet.]

One, I don't know. Two, if I did why the hell would tell you? Why the hell are you even trusting what I'm saying right now?

[Well he isn't about to go and say 'yeah, I saw the network' now because that would be the dumbest thing ever. Robert isn't going to just reveal that somehow he's lumped with all of them too, for some reason he doesn't want to think about even though he knows there's one. But he sure as hell wants to discover the truth and this is the perfect window for him.]

I'm not saying that I trust you. [You just happen to be the most reliable source he has right now...] I just want information, that's all.

And you'd rather have unreliable information than nothing at all?

I can sort out what is reliable and what isn't by myself later. [You don't need to tell him that, thank you very much.

Moving on:]

How did all of you meet?

You're assuming we all know each other, which we don't. Too many people.

[...so quite a number of people then. And judging from incidents, all somehow in Locke City.

Coming here was a very good idea.]

Not even an estimate?

Nope. Again: even if I had one, I wouldn't share it. I'm not going to put people at risk like that.

[Seesh. Fine, he can give you that much. Its not like that information is that important at the moment.]

You said 'Numbered' earlier. What does that mean?

I GUESS WE WILL PRETEND THEN

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