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baby you can drive my car

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:

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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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UH HUH. Sounds an awful lot like her version of surveillance with an obsessive spin. CREEPY. Yet...flattering and hot at the same time? Clearly she's starved for attention.

And there better be a suitable amount of preparation if Deadlock's going to whip out that big thick dossier, but bring it on, Flashpoint is ready for him and all his cunning observations.

But shut up, one of them helped her once, she feels oddly obligated now okay? Also maybe down deep it's what she really wants to do in life. It feels better than killing people, Deadlock. Try it sometime, it's a little addicting.

But oh yes she did bring up Nyon. Burning alive to the melting point sucks, period. Don't make her share the details unless you're ready for a sudden influx of CARE. "They don't oxidize like that, they just kinda...over-saturate I think." Flashpoint's going in though, whether it ruins her paint job of not. At least the heat is still within tolerance levels for Cybertronians? But that sure is a cry for help up ahead. "Stay out here if it's too hot for ya."

Okay, fine, maybe Deadlock's just jealous that she surveils better than he does--by which he means she always manages to find trouble. When he tries it...he either stares at her bumper for six hours or nothing happens. Most of the time, both.

But it's okay if her reaction to his extensive, massive file on her is a moment of awed silence. He'd understand.

"Oversaturate?" The expression on his face says he does NOT wanna find out exactly what that looks like. "Sounds...gross." His favorite word!

"TOO HOT for me?" Did he just hear her right? Is that a challenge? Oh, no, Flashpoint, you get a Deadlock hot--see what he did there--on your heels!

It's a skill Deadlock, one she's actually trained in. The surveillance that is. Getting into trouble is just an inherent talent Flashpoint has. He can be envious, yes.

Awed silence, check. But he better bet that some witty comment will follow that, because it wouldn't be Flashpoint otherwise. Maybe she'll ask him to publish her memoirs once she's dead? Would that rank in the top ten tactless things she's ever said?

"And uncomfortable." Porous exteriors: proving how weird organic systems really are. But they also burn to a crisp which is why she's here. And apparently she's got back-up because pushing Deadlock's challenge button is one she likes to do all too often. "If you're comin' be useful! Keep an optic on the structure and an escape route." Because these squishies can't tolerate nearly as much as they can.

Yeah fine, flaunt your fancy training, Flashpoint. Deadlock's never been trained in anything but shooting and it's gotten him this far just fine.

If she made that memoir crack, Deadlock would throw things and remind her that she promised not to die. Mature responses are not his thing.

"Could give a scrap about comfort." Bloaty humans? Who cares! But gross! "IF I'm coming." Surely that's a joke, right? Of course he's coming. Because dare. "Can always make a fraggin' escape route." Because these walls don't look so sturdy to him.

Hush you, Mister Natural Talent. At least you never got threatened with mnemosurgery because you sucked at shooting and fighting in general.

She'd duck under the thrown objects, but it'd serve her right if Deadlock tagged her anyway. But hey, things get weird if she says nice things, remember that! So have tacky things instead, it's her natural talent.

"That's gonna be your job then, unless you wanna be the one to carry people outta here." Look she can delegate. Also she can spy the form of what looks like a human, maybe passed out in the next room. Flashpoint casually widens the doorway, casting a worried glance at the roof, plating twitching as embers bounce off of it. "Hang on!" The human only responds to her touch with a soft groan and Flashpoint gently gathers him up in her arms. Except he's not alone; there's another, smaller, figure beneath. One that coughs and looks up at them with wide eyes, reddened by smoke and tears.

If anyone tried to threaten Deadlock with mnemosurgery, he'd've likely just ventilated their brain modules. So they probably thought it, but no one was dumb enough to say it in his range of hearing.

"Carry? Organics?" Ew, please, no. "Can't you just, you know, herd them?" ACK SHE'S TOUCHING ONE!!!

Yeah, but would he remember being threatened? SEEE!?!? Mnemosurgery is pure evil! And very hard on the paranoia muscle.

"No!" Flashpoint snaps, "She's helpless!" Actually the little girl is standing, looking up at Flashpoint wearily and shouting for her father, voice scared and almost threatening. "What are you doing with Daddy!?"

.....frag. That's a whole new level of paranoia. In fact, namaste, his paranoia bows in awe to hers.

"That's not my fault she's helpless! I didn't do it!" He's...yeah, he needs a refresher in Daring Rescue Heroics. "You don't think I'm gonna touch that!" See, little girl? He's too grossed out to be a threat.

She was slightly paranoid when she got here. She has since leveled up in the extreme while being in the dome. It's amazing she did't demand full body cavity searches when he came to visit her.

"It's your fault for just standing there!" Loser. At least that's what her face says, as she resolves to handle it herself. Flashpoint can't just scoop the girl up without losing a grip on the older man, so she bends down--trying to look as non-threatening as possible--and offers her arm to the girl, beckoning with a hand. "You want to go with him? Let's go it's not safe here!"

NO body searches! Deadlock likes to keep his storage secret, thanks.

Deadlock gives that kind of grumble that's really more like an UGH!!! as she bends down to the little girl. Seriously, she is all up in these gross organics.

"You're better off with me, little...organic thing." He's even trying to look inviting. LOOK AT HIS COME WITH ME FACE. Who would turn that down? No one, even if they heard him whisper afterwards to Flashpoint, 'you're gonna hit the washracks after this, right?' because he sure is.

Party pooper.

Deadlock can take his squeamishness and make a path out of here if he's so sickened. Flashpoint's got no such 'high' standards.

But seriously is that him trying? Actually trying? She'd think it cute, if the building wasn't raining embers around them and creaking suspiciously. "Hurry up!" she urges, the girl hesitating a moment, uncertain. Of course that's when part of the roof decides to collapse. Better act fast!

Parties aren't in his storage, Flashpoint. Somewhere else on him, yes.

But now he's wishing he was trying to taunt Flashpoint with tacky sexual innuendo, because this choice? Sucks. He hears the beam over his head start to groan. And sure, he can take some building hitting him, but he's pretty sure it would do bad things to the squishy.

"Don't fraggin' yell at me!" Seriously can she NOT see he's in the middle of some sensitive diplomacy right now?!?! "C'mon!" Sorry, squishy, you now have no choice, because Deadlock grabs her and throws her at him, transforming around her just as the beam starts to fall. Heroic rescue? Deadlock's got it.

Silly, this is why it's a full body cavity search, to find where the party is!

Oh wait no, that was supposed to be for security purposes. Yeah.

Good times over sexual innuendo taunts would be way for fun than this, and hotter in a good, more pleasant way too. It's not good times though so Flashpoint can yell at him if she wants. It gets a good result though apparently, because those are some nice moves, transforming around the passenger like that. Flashpoint's gonna pound after him on foot, but only because it's safer that way for the human, not because she lacks the bearings to try! Except the beam comes down on her just as they're exiting the room. She hunches down, curling around the human held to her chestplate to shield him, taking the brunt of it against her back with a grunt, then deflecting it away with her arm. "Keep going!" She's not letting this stop her and Deadlock better not either.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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!

baby you can drive my car

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sadly this is probably my favorite icon

It's his default state around Flashpoint

they have that magic with each other

true explosive chemistry like no other

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