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It's anticipated. It's expected. We're all about expectations, aren't we? Sort of? Maybe? Regardless, it's the first official

TEST DRIVE MEME

You probably know the drill by now. If you don't, here's a quick rundown: test drive memes are a game's way of gauging interest and such. It's a way to play around in the environment without the commitment of apping, maybe see how well that character you're considering gels with the setting. This one will be open indefinitely, or at least until further notice. You don't need to be apped to the game to test drive a character, or even reserved, or even want to reserve. However, if your interest is indeed piqued, reserves are thisaway, applications thataway.

As of this writing, we don't consider anything that happens in the TDM canon unless you'd like to transfer any threads that happen here to the main comms (provided they don't interfere with pre-established game events, of course). TDM threads are just a way to get a feel for a game, or in case you need that pesky writing sample for an app in progress. We don't recommend you do a standard intro post, however - save that for the game proper!

We don't have a set entry date for the game proper just yet. Once we accumulate some interest, we'll be sure to let you know!

Some resources we recommend that you check out if interest continues to abound:

Cast | Setting | Rules & FAQ | Locations

PROMPTS:

i. do you hear the people sing?
You've heard the rumors circulating about Atlas and his bandits for months. Even the upper echelons of Rapture's high society were having trouble burying their concern under the careful veneer of professionalism. What you didn't expect was an open attack. You'd just been passing by, but the poor souls who lived and shopped and made their living on this street have just found their entire livelihood set aflame. People are saying it's a bombing, while others protest that it must have been something down in maintenance.

Right now, it doesn't really matter one way or the other. The homes and storefronts have been reduced to sheeting flame as hairline cracks go cobwebbing up the glass, the only thing separating the city from a watery grave. Whether you choose to get the hell out of dodge or help the wailing survivors is up to you, but regardless of what you choose to do, this section of Rapture is rapidly coming apart at the seams.

ii. who's your daddy?
You've no clue whose bright idea it was to tail the Little Sister. It might have been some gang of spliced-up nobodies thirsty for some extra ADAM. It might have been your best friend's idiot plan. Hell, it might have even been yours. All you know is that no matter how appealing the thought seemed at the time, you and yours are in for a world of hurt. The Little Sister just had to shriek once and her armored protector came barreling into the scene, drill humming to life with a sinister whine. Guilty as charged or caught in the crossfire, you're in for the fight of your life with a Big Daddy, one of the most dangerous things in Rapture. Good luck.

iii. a part of the masterpiece

Fort Frolic, they say, is the hub for creative artistry. Sander Cohen is either a wildly inspired artistic genius or a madman depending on who you ask, but the alcohol runs the same no matter how you slice it. For tonight, the Fort is yours to enjoy at your leisure. Take a gander, gamble everything you've got, have a drink, maybe sit in for a show. The only thing Cohen loves more than his exclusivity is rampant attention, and tonight he's on full display. He's even torturing - er, entertaining a lucky pair of dancers in Fleet Hall! Don't mind the wires threaded in and out of their clothing, doubtless unspooled over all those important parts of the nervous system and ready to unleash a burst of fatal electricity at a moment's notice. They've got to be just for show.

One thing is certain about the possibly-deranged Sander Cohen, after all: he certainly keeps you on your toes!

iv. wild card! make up your own scenario

We prefer third-person, present tense prose, but if you're just in it for the fun you can write in whatever floats your pontoon. Have fun!

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Now? Totally not the time for that kind of stuff: there are gross organics around!

But she can get all hot and bothered (better than the hot and slightly scorched this place is going for) at his prowess all she wants. Because let him tell you how much fun it is to hover down a flight of stairs. And by fun he means, yeah it's actually kind of awesome. "You better be behind me!" Because if he has to come back after her, she may never hear the end of it!

Raincheck then, for when things aren't the unpleasant version of hot and bothered.

Deadlock can take all that hover superiority and slide off a cliff if you ask her, tires are still a hundred times better. Like the way the beam bounces off her upper tires and lets her shrug it off easier. She pounds after Deadlock but the stairs don't exactly take her weight well: but hey, she gets to ground floor faster than Deadlock, HA! Flashpoint springs forward immediately, rubble crashing down from the hole she just created, and dashes for an exit. There's an exit here somewhere, right?

"But why would I want to lag behind like that!?" Where are you Deadlock, it's hard to see in all this orange and black.

Yeah, Deadlock kind of prefers the OTHER kind of bothered, the one that doesn't involve a small human flopping around in his alt storage, yelling something about 'where's the seatbelt?'. Seatbelts--whatever they were--are for chumps.

She might get to the ground faster, but guess what? That's because Deadlock HOVERS. He doesn't almost put his feet through the stairs like she does. SUPERIOR!! However, yeah, she's technically in front of him. SO WHAT.

"Because you like the view!" What view? The view of his aft he's gonna give her as soon as he can get in front of her.

Don't ask Flashpoint what seatbelts are, she's still figuring that one out. She votes for the other kind of bothered too though, with less floppy third party bits in general.

Hell yeah she gets to the ground faster, but she takes have the staircase with her. So there's a blind surge forward, head down, arms still curled protectively around the passed out human, and it appears her strategy is to just bull rush out of this place. Eh, it's sorta coming down around her anyway: it's not collateral damage if it was gonna get destroyed anyway!

It's not too hard for Deadlock to power past Flashpoint in altmode if he wants, something she's perfectly content to let him do. "Yup, true. Also the doors you make." Get on that exit Deadlock, she gave you ONE job!

If Deadlock gets a vote, he's gonna go for 'no floppy third party bits' at all. He may be kinky, but he ain't a perv!!

Also he has no idea how they do it and is happy to remain innocent.

Nice way of bringing the house down, Flashpoint--Deadlock always thought that was just one of those expressions. "Bout time you said something nice about me!" Yeah, no time is the wrong time to drag Deadlock's ego into things. Still, he revs forward, and the wall bursts open against his front fenders, splintering wood flying in a broad ring of destruction. STYLE. That's what style looks like.

Deadlock doesn't need to know how she knows that about her weird rubber. He can only guess that it's pervy. But there's nothing he needs to feel jealous of, because he's awesome in his own right.

"What is WITH you and organics!?!" Wait, that sounded weird and wrong and not in the weird wrong way Deadlock likes. But seriously. She does have a weird thing with organics.

And she might make the same jump he does, but he makes it look GOOD. Which makes up for there not being an easy exit over here. Well, onward and upward and hopefully away from rollyface there.

Flashpoint knows just enough about how they do it to be not certain she could follow through on that bluster. So motion passed on the no third party floppy bits, Deadlock's gonna be all Flashpoint wants to handle for a while anyway.

And hey, it's not like she started the fire! She just did some early demo for the clean up crew. She always brings the house down though, in one way or another. Deadlock's blowing this place wide open though, and Flashpoint's dashing after, debris pinging off her armor. Nice door making skills there Deadlock, showy even. "Enjoy it while it lasts!" Because she's bound to go back to saying stupid things any moment here.

Keep guessing because it gets pervier Deadlock.

"You'd have a new respect for them too if you'd seen what seen!" And that isn't pervy at all Deadlock, so don't even go there.

But get it straight Deadlock, nothing looks better than these door panels sailing through the air, and the aft they're attached to. She hits the floor with a roll, coming up fast and hot on Deadlock's heelplates.

Good, because he may be kinky, but that's a kink too far.

At least on the first date.

And she can admire his door-improvising technique out loud, if she wants. His ego can take it! And it might make up for the gross squishy organic...grossness he keeps feeling bounce around in his interior. Also the screaming. Which he's gonna address right now, but forget to use his inside-his-cabin voice. "Would you calm the frag down?!? No one's even fraggin' shooting at us." Y-yet.

Can he wait to start guessing for when, you know, they're not being so RUDELY INTERRUPTED?!?! Seriously, what the frag is up with this mech?!?

"Not the time to whip out a fraggin' slideshow!" He throws a few rounds downrange at the creep, in an attempt at covering fire. "Maybe you could try, I don't know, fraggin' REASONING with that thing?" Because hey, it's got to go better than trying to reason with Deadlock?

Maybe the fifth or sixth date. WAIT does this mean they get to go on dates? Like real dates? ... It's been so long she's not sure what that consists of anymore.

"Good job, that innocent wall didn't stand a chance!" That's appropriate praise, right? Does Deadlock's ego need more? She might be able to arrange that once they're done here and there's less of that distracting organicness. She won't admit it, but the way man feels so fragile in her arms is really freaking her out. It makes her think of Lauren's mate/spouse/whatever. The one who died in the car crash. Does this guy have someone like Lauren?

Y-YEAH. Hopefully she's doing more good than damage here? AHA Ha ha...

"Get clear and let her out! They're not supposed to bounce around like that! Something could break!" And then he'd have organicness all over his interior probably. And a peeved Flashpoint.

He can on one condition: he starts guessing with his hands. It can be like hands-on charades! With her tires in the middle of it all.

But good point. This thing chasing them puts Flashpoint to shame as far as Rude Factor goes. Mind your other business, mech! Not these two who are artfully trying to escape. "The only reasoning I do, is with with my fists!" Which Flashpoint is starting to think should be an option here soon. As soon as they get, you know, out of sight of witnesses.

But what the hell, is that thing really jumping after them? Apparently that's its answer to dodging Deadlock's blaster fire. Frag. Time for improvisation! Which includes tipping over this watercooler here. That should make for a slippery landing zone, right?

Hey! How can she be thinking about tire-squooshing charades at a time like this?

"Point of fraggin' order--that water cooler didn't do nothing to you!" So, you know, stop being mean to it. Focus here, Flashpoint, on the freaky bouncing thing that is really starting to Torque Deadlock Off by dodging his shots. "Just need it to hold still a halfklik!" This whole 'not getting to look like the badaft he knows he is' is really starting to get to him.

Keep in mind, a date with Deadlock probably means her ending up bedazzled and Deadlock threatening someone. He knows how to have a good time! By his own definition, at least.

"It deserves it for BEING IN MY WAY." Yeah, you heard that, structural walls in the area: stay out of Deadlock's way or face the consequences.

"BREAK?!?!" Break? Seriously GROSS the last thing Deadlock wants to deal with is gross organic bits all over his interior. So he's gonna set all possible records and flip a bird to the laws of physics, slamming on his brakes so hard he actually does a barrel role before landing. "Get out, you!" Wait. "I mean. You're safe now!" Right? Better?

That does sound like a good time, can bar brawls be included? Because Flashpoint hasn't had a good one of those in a long time.

"You said it!" Flashpoint can totally cheer him on because she doesn't have to pay the property damages, or listen to him whine when he has to pay them, or help him dodge what passes for cops in this place because he won't pay them.

What she's not cheering on is this stunt Deadlock pulls in the name of organophobia, or whatever you call it. She pulls up behind him and attempts to cuff him upside the helm, or spoiler, whatever she can reach, shouting, "THATS NOT BEING CAREFUL!"

Now where is that little girl, please Primus let her be okay.

Puh-leeze. Bar Brawls are Deadlock's middle name. That's what the yelling normally escalates into.

Deadlock doesn't pay property damages, because...wut even are those? He's never heard of them and therefore they are not important. Obviously.

Oh hush, though, because that was an AWESOME stunt, all things considered. See? Even the organic is cheering. Oh, wait, no, that's probably closer to 'screaming and running'. But whatever. "What? She's safe! And didn't break into a flesh pinata inside me." That's what really matters. Get some priorities!

Fisticuffs are the way to this lady's spark, Deadlock. Well, that and super fluffy-gooey sweet-nice things, but that's her kryptonite and no one gets to know about it, except maybe by accident. And then maybe there needs to be facepunching to remove the evidence.

The next time Deadlock's own property gets damaged and he wants to take it out of someone's plating, well, then he'll know what that's like. As long as it's not her, that hole she put in his wall while swatting green-glowy spiders is totally different.

Sure it was an awesome stunt, how about next time without a passenger? "You got LUCKY! Do you know how fragile these things are!?!" Don't make her cuff you again Deadlock, she means it!! But frag. Now the little girl is running off, ALONE, and Flashpoint's stuck with the adult who's still passed out. "Come back!! What do I do with this now!?!"

Some kind of emergency response team should show up here and take care of the rest, right!? She has no idea how to fix humans!

The odds are better for a brawl with Deadlock as his way to her spark than the other stuff. Unless he's, like, possessed by some weird Dead Universe entity or something weird and totally not like him.

Sheesh, Flashpoint: Deadlock's own property getting damaged is TOTALLY DIFFERENT because it's HIS STUFF. Someone else's stuff and they just get told 'there's a war on suck it up' and then they get a GREAT view of Deadlock's rear bumper as he zooms away.

It totally works.

And let's not mention the spiders because Deadlock can still remember them all up under his plating in really unpleasant and unnatural ways.

"I dunno what you do with that now. You wanted it so bad, you figure it out!" Excuse him while he finishes transforming, so she can see the HARRUMPH face he shoots her way, arms folded over his chassis.

Weird Dead Universe entity's and GTFO in her opinion, she knows how to deal with bar brawls way better than schmoopy things. Besides, he might find out her secret if he tries schmoopy things, so he better not!

Suck it up Deadlock, there's a war on you're against pity parties remember? That includes spidarrrrrghs. Never mind the pity party Flashpoint held for her self that night. Whatever, she's old and entitled!

"I wasn't asking you!" If Deadlock had his way, he'd probably leave the poor dude right here in the street. Lucky for Flashpoint she can hear sirens, time to hand this guy over to the emergency crews. He's still breathing right? Uh. Uh. She thinks so? Flashpoint is actually so caught up in her utter triage fail that she forgets to oogle his transformation, darnit! "Ya know you could care about something other than yourself for once, instead of standing there acting like a giant hypocrite."

Hhhhhhgggh It would be worth it to try schmoopy if it got her to spill feelsy deets. Especially if they're about him. SO TEMPTING.

And she's dang right he'd leave the organic standing there. What? He wasn't like on fire or anything, right? He's FIIIIIINE, obviously. Deadlock's ego, however, might need a little first aid.

Especially after that cold burn Flashpoint just delivered. OUCH. "I CARE ABOUT PLENTY OF STUFF OTHER THAN ME!!" If by plenty he means, uh, one thing?

There will be NO spilling of feelsy deets! Not unless he can handle that. Remember what happened last time, when she was dying and they'd only known each other a week? Yeah, THAT TIMES TEN.

It'd be the end of the world, clearly.

Besides, Flashpoint isn't allowed to, uh, like someone on a very serious and profound level. It makes her all protective and mother-heny. Also no one is allowed to like her that way either, because then she feels guilty when she does stupid slag that almost gets her killed. Lose/lose!

Deadlock's ego has a permanent sprain if you ask her. And NO, Flashpoint isn't stroking it until it feels better. ~~Not unless he asks nicely~~. "Like WHAT!?!" Don't mind her as he hands over the limp form of my mister almost-charcoal to the EMT who looks more willing to brave the fire than get close to two large bickering robots. "Name 'em!"

Flashpoint is an ace multi-tasker, especially regarding pervy things. What!? She has a lot of practice.

"Neither did the bullets you're flinging out of that gun!" Or energy bolts, or whatever. It made sense in her head! And the strategy still makes sense, proven by the way the thing slips and falls as it dodges right into that puddle. "Ha-HA!! What's wrong, can't hit a moving object?" Well the object isn't moving now, at least for the moment, so Deadlock better do his business before Flashpoint darts in and applies a fully torqued axe kick to this thing's face.

Uh. Okay. No feelsy deets, then. He's not sure he's up to that. Keep that stuff away from him!

But excuse you, Deadlock will like her any way he wants to: she doesn't get to decide that! And HE is the one that gets to be all overprotective and scrap on her, and she has exactly two things she can do about it: Nothing, and Like It.

"LIKE I'M NOT GONNA TELL YOU!" Because see above, no feelsy deets, okay? that means it's mutual! "MAYBE LIKE YOU, OKAY?!" Don't make him yell any louder--those EMTs are already giving them weird enough looks. "NOT YOU GROSS ORGANICS!!" Just to be clear!

She might call it multitasking: Deadlock would call it being a total perv! Excuse him for being concerned with, you know, getting out of here!

"OH YOU DID NOT CRITICIZE MY AIM." He better have misheard you, there, FLashpoint. Because he is a shooting GOD, you hear him? But Deadlock can multitask a little bit, too, as in yell at Flashpoint AND remember to shoot the bad guy in the face. The, uh, whatever passes for a face it's got going on there. Eurgh.

Yeah that's what she thought. Deadlock doesn't have the bearings for her feelsy deets. HA. (this shouldn't make her sad, WTF)

There's no monopoly on overprotectiveness here, Flashpoint can indulge in that if she wants. Though really, it's a toss up on if she'd go off on a yelling spree or just accept that like everyone else, he'd leave or fall by the wayside. As much as she hates to admit it, Flashpoint's fighting spirit isn't as young and fresh as Deadlock's is.

She gets free reign on doctoring the scrap out of him if he gets himself hurt though.

Well hey, look at that, maybe Deadlock does have the bearings. Now if only she hadn't been totally thrown off by his sneak-attack honesty, she could maybe say something meaningful here. Instead, "WELL THEN-- THEN-- Try caring about some of the things I care about!!"

There's so much caring going on here, the fire department might just hose THEM down.

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baby you can drive my car

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holy fuckmonkeys totally lost this

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sadly this is probably my favorite icon

It's his default state around Flashpoint

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they have that magic with each other

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true explosive chemistry like no other