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Test Drive Meme

Thinking of joining The Omegafriends, but want to get a feel for things first? Need some threads for your application sample? You’ve come to the right place! Reply with your character down below, with at least one of the provided prompts to get things going. Then, go around to other people and tag them! Have threads! Have fun!

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Prompts

1. Venture City in Peril! Dr. Devious’s army of Deviobots are ransacking the city! It’s up to you, the Omegafriends, to save the day - but you’ll need to work together to repel this sinister threat.

2. A Hero is Born! What started as an ordinary day was thrown into chaos as your newfound superpowers began to suddenly awaken! What perilous problems and zany antics will this bring about? Stay tuned to find out!

3. Super Mystery Team-up! Lady Blue is planning to steal Venture Park, and it’s up to you to track her down! It’ll take two ~~buddy cops~~ Omegafriends from different backgrounds working together to follow the trail of clues - can you put up with each other long enough to figure out her villainous plan?

4. Welcome to the Omegabase! The super-secret underground Omegabase has it all - training centers, VR simulators, free snack machines, but most important is a whole lot of Supers! Take a minute to kick back and get to know your fellow heroes.

5. The Mighty Showdown! In the life of a Super, good and evil are always clashing in battle. Today, you’ve come face to face with one of the many supervillains threatening the future of Venture City! Who will rise and who will fall? Next issue: The shocking answer!

6. Wild Card! Got an idea for a thread or prompt that isn’t one of those? Make up your own! We won’t stop you.

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That's sweet. I'm glad it makes you happy.

That was hardly what I meant.

[There's clacking in the background, keys tapping.]

On your right.

[Apparently, someone is observing this brawl from afar.]

I'm a pacifist.

"Hey, can do anything a spider can, lines are... well, webs are sort of lines and-"

He waves a hand.

"Nevermind, even I know when a joke isn't going to work."

Most of the time.

Regardless, he flashes a thumbs up and takes off swinging down the street. He flips above one Deviobot's head, attaching one web line from it to another. Then another, and another, dodging swipes and suppressing fire the whole way. Then, he backtracks - running down the walls of several buildings, back towards Cyborg. The robots follow, stuck in some sort of tethered conga line.

[Though not openly - as difficult as it is to contain it - Peter eats it up too. Likewise, not the food - but Ruby's reaction to his theatrics.

He gives a grin and leans back in his chair. He does not look nearly as cool doing so as he thinks he does.]

Yes way. Hardly anyone's been able to get many good shots of him, right? The guy moves too fast. Too swiftly.

[Really... laying on your own skills there a little thick, Peter.]

But these'll probably fetch a pretty penny, I'm thinking. [...because he needs them to, his Aunt needs him too...] Heck, maybe next I can prove Batman really exists. [Now, we're just pushing it.]

Samus just looked awkward in civilian clothes. She looked like she had no idea how to wear them. She was wearing a pair of jeans, maybe a little small for her. Black boots, a jacket that made no sense for the weather, and some blank, dark green t-shirt which at least did okay match with her dark brown jacket. And then some young girl was talking to her. Samus decides to humor her though. She wasn't a complete you know.

"Samus. Do you normally bother random people on the street?"

[Holy-!

Spidey doesn't release from his current web line into another swing as the other hero streaks in. In fact, he swings back and forth a little bit until the momentum gives out and he's just hanging there.

That was freaking Superman.

It takes him a few moments more to compose himself, and then he's swinging again, flipping up onto a rooftop nearby. Mostly... observing, for just a moment. Just a moment. Even a superhero can be starstruck by other superheroes, right? After all, he's relatively new at this himself, so... hey. Note taking time.

And a need to resist asking for an autograph.]

On the one hand, I'm not sure I want to know what they'd think is a good robot sense of humor. On the other, it'd make fighting them at least halfway entertaining.

[That's right, Parker. Just keep talking like an idiot, that's about as close to playing it cool as you can get.]

[Peter looks moderately skeptical. The place he's in is... interesting, at last. And Robotnik's company had a lot of power and sway in the tech industry. These were definitely things that are up Peter's alley, but...

That's not exactly what he was expecting.]

...well, there's usually plenty in the newspaper. [By him.] Just what do you need pictures of Spider-Man for, if you don't mind my asking? Uh, sir.

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[He nods at this.]

I comprehend your meaning. Especially the unnecessary amounts of what you earth beings designate "sass."

[Smartass would be a pretty accurate summary of Croach actually. But hey. Y7 rating.]

Perhaps there is a hidden mechanism that could reveal the whereabouts of the plan?

[ Sherri takes a moment to just... appreciate that. The accident, the resurrection, the sushi - the whole thing.

Really, near-death experiences are something you kind of sign up for as a superhero. Risking life and limb for the greater good is essentially in the job description. That said, if it had happened to him he would have been beyond disturbed. In fact, vaguely similar things had - at least in the sense of being about to die and then being miraculously saved in the nick of time - and those experiences still kept him awake at night sometimes. Comparatively, Jeb seemed almost... casual about the whole thing.

('The weirdest part was the fact that you woke up 500 miles away? Really?')

On the other hand, that little twitch of the neck reminded Sherri that there was probably quite a bit of information he was missing for not being able to see his patient's face. To a certain extent this would be true of any Super, but even a mask would disclose more body language than Jeb's space helmet. If he looked carefully, he could just make out the silhouette of a face through that reflective visor, and he could more or less tell when Jeb turned his head, but he could see nothing of an actual face. Even as far as other body language went, spacesuits were not particularly designed for gestural communication, and so the intricacy of Jeb's movements left a lot to be desired. To a certain extent, Sherri supposed it was probably a similar experience to the one most humans had when trying to communicate with him.

That said, all was not lost. It was not time to give up, nor merely to complain, but to dig in one's heels, roll up one's sleeves, and get messy. Clinical psychology was necessarily a blind science: theory and method employed on a live system where results were often experienced third-hand at best. It was at times a chase full of wrong turns, dead ends, and even actual traps - but the insight, the moment when a piece of the puzzle finally resolved into clear lines - was so intensely satisfying. It was fractal beauty. It was as perfect and pure as math. It was the closest thing Sherri knew to what humans called "art."

And this was quite a lot of thinking that he had done in a very short span of time. ]

... Ah. How... inexplicable. I, ah... must admit to some curiosity as to how you got home in both instances, but, ah... that is probably not the important question.

[ He fidgets a bit with the pen in his hands. It takes some restraint to continue speaking English and avoid bursting into a series of croaks and warbles. ]

What is more concerning is whether or not this has influenced your attitudes about death in any way. That is a large question, and I do not think we can approach it directly at this time, but ah... it leads me to wonder, do you have religion?

[That is a LOT of snacks for such a small child.]

Hey, now... Shouldn't you leave some for everybody else?

[You can't really blame Mabel for coming up to this guy. He's a blue alien with antennaes sticking out of his forehead. And other than the clothes on his body (particularly the shoes), he's apparently made no effort to hide it.

Still, that somehow doesn't stop Croach for being surprised to see someone talk to him and start asking him questions. And the first question not being "what are you?"]

Greetings, human designated Mabel. I am designated Croach the Tracker.

[He's very wordy.]

Man, I bet you'd be, like, super famous if you posted these on the internet instead of selling these to the chumps at the paper. [ You know, internet famous. That's almost real famous.

It doesn't pay the bills, though. ]

....You really think you can get any shots of Batman?

The crown had an endless list of downsides, but the internal cold spikes were some of the worst. Every now and then it would well up within him and make his insides feel like they'd been dunked in ice water. He guessed that his body was still trying to reject the changes.

He enters the cafe cautiously and takes an empty seat away from the other patrons. His clothes don't make him look too different from the rest of the hipster crowd, though the Crown tied to his belt is an interesting accessory. Despite the comfortable warmth of the room, he rubs his hands and arms, shaking off the crackle of frost on his skin.

[He shrugs, smiling amiably. He doesn't seem frightened by Pitch's display, either due to ignorance or a foolish abundance of confidence.]

I'll get more practice in the future, I'm sure!

[Simon raises his hands as they crackle with energy. A cluster of sharp blue icicles form in the air around his head. He winds up like he's about to throw a snowball and tosses the spikes toward Pitch.]

Not long! [Just as he says that, one pops out over the ledge, right in front of him. He screams and tosses an icicle without thinking. The impaled Deviobot crashes and bursts on the ground below.]

[Simon drops himself out of the sky roughly, landing on his back.]

Oof! W-we need to go!

[He sits up, shakes his head, and adjusts his glasses. There's a new sense of recognition on his face as he stands.]

Alleyways, and anything with ledges... that might be best! We want to limit the chances they'd have for seeing us. I can handle a few at a time, but not a whole swarm of them!

It's that old cliche. Walking through the halls with his attention set entirely on the weathered book in his hands, he doesn't notice as his path crosses a little too closely with hers, and he bumps her.

"Oh! Pardo-" He glances up from his text, mouth hanging open.

"P-pardon me! Sorry!"

How on earth did he not notice her? That armor is huge! If it even is armor, she could be a robot... And then he realizes he's been staring the entire time he's been thinking.

Talk about your average day coincidence; Mako was known for her mastery of avoidance skills herself. Well, that and piloting mechanical suits.

Luckily for Mako though, the JAEGER suit she was trucking in the rec room today was helmet-free, likely for coordination reasons. After all, neuro-responsive suits required plenty of calibrating.

Those with common goals always had common paths, so meeting someone like Samus in the halls wasn't out of the question---but highly unusual. She's in luck though---Mako won't ask anything invasive, her manners wouldn't permit it.

"Can I help you?"

[ That hot-headed hero happened to be Mako this time around; having lost her focus and chased the RABIT, she nearly went belly-up on the field. Luckily, she was partnered well this time.

After a dozen stitches and a long nap, she wants to thank him, but he's asleep. Tea wouldn't work. Too bad she's already brought it all the way down here. Setting the tray on a nearby worktable as silently as possible, she sneaks silently around the corner to see if anyone else is still here.

Nope.

Well, then she wouldn't get in too much trouble if she just creeped on into the clinical exam room, and snagged a blanket.

It wasn't a very warm blanket, more for shock victims, but it would do for now. She didn't feel justified with cold tea and just a blanket, so coming back down to properly thank him later would be in order. ~~This probably seemed superfluous to anyone else, but kaeshi is srs bsns.~~

All but tiptoeing back to place the blanket on him, she's satisfied for now and motions to pick the tray of tea back up. It rattles a bit---and she silently curses the ~~otherwise~~ quiet, hoping she doesn't wake him up. ]

[ If it makes you feel any better Marty, white tanktop and cargo blues don't count as spandex. Or so you would hope. She knows you're new, she can tell by your awestruck, gaping open mouth.

Mako's got her eye on you---but she's not really going to say anything. Not at first at least. In fact, she might be taking extra steps to avoid you; turning away suddenly, averting her attention, maybe even stopping and walking away completely. Don't take it too personally. ~~Or do, she's got this whole lone wolf thing going on and it's not going to work.~~ ]

Well, that's a cliche because it happens. Samus almost barreled through Simon not noticing him. The tactile response in the suit was mostly in her feet and hands, not in her torso. For various reasons. But she sees him and seems slightly annoyed at first. A green visor looks down at her before shaking her head. Clearly he was more impressed than anything.

She reaches over and brushes off a little dust on his shoulders. "I sometimes forget how tall I am," Samus Said. She had an odd accent. Didn't sound like anything human. But then again Simon had his own distinct dictation. Though her lack of manners rears its head again as she uses her hand to try push around his book to see its title.

Samus was in the rec room at the moment she realized, just looking over the different things they had here for the mastery of having fun skills. Well, there was probably sparring here too, but her weapons were never good for sparring. She had been prodding a pinball machine, trying to figure out what was its deal before someone walked up behind her. She twisted around in a flash at the question, arm cannon marginally leveled. She tried to shift it quickly out of the way to not look like she was pointing her arm cannon at another hero.

"I'm just familiarizing myself with the layout of the base," She stated. It didn't really answer the question, but she wasn't sure if she did or not. Samus had to admit she was unsure how to feel about another suit wearer here. She still had her own helmet on.

One thing the kid knew that his white hair always made him stand out. Seeing some other fellow, even an older one, with white hair got his attention first. The fact he was freezing second. The kid's heart went out to him. he came over personally from the bar with a mug of warm squirt cider and some fruity, Hearty Punch.

"Have a brush in with an ice villain or just work in a freezer?"

The kid wasn't sure what to make of him, but figured a few questions couldn't hurt.

For a moment, Mako's fight or flight kicks in---but the adrenaline soon passes. No, of course this person wasn't a threat--they were in the base.

Still, she nods. Her expression is unsure, but she smiles nonetheless. It was impolite to pry. Averting her attention momentarily to look up and down Samus' suit, Mako offers a hand to shake despite arm cannon---her suit mate had those instead of her.

"Well, welcome. To the Omegabase." She nods slightly out of habit for bowing to acknowledge.

"Nice to meet you, Samus!" Mabel seems to tilt her head to the side, the other's words going right over her head. Honestly, she didn't feel as though she was bothering anyone at all, only making friendly conversation! Friendly conversation was what this town needed, all things considered; it was quite rare that some of the supervillains didn't attack. "...Huh? If you don't meet new people, then you can't make new friends, right? I want to be your friend!"

[Oops, caught red-handed. She turns, looking up at the other with the numerous snacks still in hand.]

...There's still plenty left!

[Not the point here, but you know.]

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