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

B.

[aint_that_peachy]

[Regina catches the attention of a woman who looks like a punked-up version of Princess Peach, complete with black clothing, tattoos, chains, dark makeup, and cigarette. She looks up at Regina and squints, tilting her head slightly.]

How the fuck j'ou get up there?

[fouettes]

[She has possibly made a horrible mistake.

Regina balks momentarily at the look of the woman, but charges on anyway. Anything's better than being stuck on the side of a wall.]

It...it was some horrible...gum monster! [Eloquent. She's too distressed to care right now, though.] I'm not hanging up here for my own benefit, you know.

[aint_that_peachy]

[Mel raises an eyebrow.]

Gum monster, huh? I heard they're kinda of a problem 'round 'ere.

[She looks around at the building for a door or ladder but continues talking.]

Pretty sure the best way to kill 'em's with water, y'know? Kinda locks the bitch into place an' makes 'em more brittle.

[fouettes]

[She continues to try and pull herself out while Mel looks around, an irritated huff of breath escaping her.]

I'll certainly try to remember that next time. Unfortunately, I had no water near my person once that....thing came upon me.

[aint_that_peachy]

[Mel locates a ladder about fifty feet away along the wall and begins climbing it.]

If 'is 'appens to ya' lot, you c'd carry a spray bottle'r some'n'.

[She stops, roughly fifteen feet above Regina's altitude and examines the distance.]

'Kay. Think I c'n reach'a from 'ere, but don' go blabbin' 'is t'everybody, y'understan'?

[fouettes]

[Happens a lot. Urgh. Let's not think about this happening again.]

Well, miss, I'm not entirely sure who you are, so I don't believe that would be too difficult.

[A pause, and then:]

Thank you for your help.

[aint_that_peachy]

Guess 'at's close enough t' an answer. Soon as ya get free, grab ont' me an' don't leggo, got it?

[Without waiting for a reply, Mel leaps from the ladder and pulls a lacy pink parasol out of... thin air, apparently. It definitely wasn't there before.]

[Clinging tightly to the parasol's handle, she shifts her weight to curve her momentum back toward Regina. Sure enough, she soon arrives and grabs onto the gum, dropping the parasol. There's no way to see where it went. As she adjusts her position for more leverage, she blows the cigarette from her mouth to the ground below.]

'Kay, ready? Pull! Er, push! Er, y'get it, jus' do it!

[fouettes]

[For a moment, all Regina does is gape at her.

Then she does struggle against the gum, albeit not as strongly as she no doubt should.]

W-was that an...umbrella? But how on earth are we going to get down?!

[This is too much for her to take in today.]

[aint_that_peachy]

Like I said, soon as ya get free, grab ont' me an' don't. Let. Go.

[For the last part, she's making eye contact with Regina for emphasis. With their combined strength, the gum starts to give way.]

[fouettes]

[It's not long before it disengages completely, leaving Regina completely at the mercy of gravity and her odd new savior.

She screams. What else can she do? She's 15 feet above ground with only this strange girl for support. But she makes good on Mel's instructions to not let go; Regina clings onto her for dear life.]

[aint_that_peachy]

[A few seconds into her scream, it becomes obvious to Regina that they have still not found the ground. Instead, they're floating gently to the ground, with Mel holding very tightly to the handle of a very similar-looking pink parasol.]

[Mel looks down at Regina and asks, smugly:]
Y'done?

[fouettes]

[Again, she's stunned speechless, because nothing today made sense and certainly not floating to the ground clinging to a girl holding a parasol. She doesn't quite let go once they reach the ground and only manages to choke out a single question.]

H...how did you do that?!

[aint_that_peachy]

Well... (manages to scrape Regina off) ... I dunno. It's kind of a thing I've just started bein' able to do lately. Can't real' explain it.

But seein' as you got experience wi' things li' gum monsters 'n' such, I fig'red that wouldn' be too far-fetched for ya.

[Mel grins as the parasol vanishes, this time visibly.]