Test Drive Meme

[omegamods]

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.

Comments

SHRIEK I LOVE YOU no really I totally have a Peacock poster like a foot away from me right now hi

[oneirological]

[The words are barely out of her mouth before Ned starts asking questions.

All the questions.]

How do your powers work? Can you really see out of ALL those eyes? Are your teeth real metal? Where'd you pull all that stuff from earlier? Do a lot of the Omegafriends have powers like that? How do you-

[Aaaand he's got such an excited gleam in his eyes, but someone should probably stop the little nerd before he runs out of breath.]

[hotter_thanthe_sun]

Yang let out a cry of pain; in a way, she was kind of asking for this due to her midriff being exposed, but she wasn't about to take this laying down. Falling back a bit as they both fell, she aimed downward and fired more fiery bursts down at Evangeline.

[oneirological]

[On the contrary; he's kind of fascinated by the thought of robots/computers versus human minds. Enough to be somewhat distracted by it, at least.]

That doesn't answer whether robots can dream though. But I guess that's a good thing. I wouldn't want anyone operating my mind on command!

[Ned sends this message first, before it occurs to him that he didn't address the more important part of the conversation, so he quickly sends another.]

I don't know, I just have a lot of really scary nightmares. How did you know I'm a kid? Who are you anyway?

[Given, it's probably not very hard to deduce that he's only a child from his blog, but he hasn't actually posted his age anywhere as his parents have told him to be Very Careful about that on the internet.]

[chairmanoffood]

His Nephew moved to quickly get in close, taking her to the mats with a fistiecuff adventures with his skilled talent in martial arts. With plenty of punches, kicks, and roundhouses.

But Chairman Kaga had another plan! "The Secret Ingredient of this battle is SHARK!" And suddenly Rozalin was attacked by a shark which Kaga's nephew dodged as the shark flew from Kaga to Rozalin. He seemed to have generated the 'ingredient' from nothing, the great white shark flying at her.

[steamboatkilly]

[Oh wow those sure are a lot of words coming out of his mouth. Important words. Words directed at her. No, no, it's cool, she can work with this.]

Whoa ho, easy there shortstack! One question at a time.

["Shortstack", even though she's almost five foot nothing even with her hat on.]

[kittenfists]

[It certainly stumped her at any rate.]

Well, uh...good luck with that.

[kittenfists]

[Mabel returns the favour, giving a curtsy in response; it's only fair as a self-styled noble.]

It is a pleasure to meet you, Ice King! I guess your powers are self-explanatory, huh?

[She laughs, then begins to answer his question.]

I... [purposely drawn out for dramatic effect] have the power of arts-and-crafts! Though, I guess it could be imagination, too. Whatever floats your boat!

[kittenfists]

Yeah, we're pretty close. Hopefully, you'll be able to meet him sometime!

[oneirological]

[Regardless of everyone's relative heights, Ned isn't even phased by the insults. He's far too used to hearing them from the class bullies, and from his perspective it's hard to take anything an actual superhero is saying to you badly anyway. He does stop and calm down a bit though, immediately looking guilty and sinking back down into his chair as he realizes how rude he was being.]

Oh, sorry. It's just so exciting getting to talk to an actual superhero! So, um... how do you pull things out of thin air like that, Miss Peacock? Because I'm pretty sure physics doesn't work that way.

...Actually, isn't "peacock" technically the name for the male of the species?

[SHE SAID ONE QUESTION, NED.]

[robblerobble]

Ideal...burger?

"Robble...robble?"

[steamboatkilly]

[It's great that he doesn't take it personally, because she insults pretty much everyone. It's part of her charm. Ned's just lucky he's not the first person to ask about the name, so he doesn't get much more than an eye roll. Also because verbally unloading onto a ten year old seems like a breach of superhero conduct.]

Hey, I didn't pick the name out myself! Lousy dorks, thinkin' they know what's what.

[AHEM HEM.]

Aaaanyhoodle. Iunno how it works, but the eggheads hooked me up with some kinda spacial link doohickey. Anything on the other end'a these bad boys, [She taps the edge of her empty eye socket here.] I can yank right through. Like so!

[Peacock reaches behind her back and pulls out an old, weathered banjo, strumming a few notes with it. Y'know, in case everybody needed a little demonstration.]

[magistermentium]

[While Ned is unaware, the person he's communicating with chuckles at the boy's response. It isn't long before he gets yet another reply.]

Sorry, I think that's something you'd have to ask a robot! They're not my area of expertise.

And I know from your dreams, of course! It's pretty easy to tell how old you are from the kind of things you're afraid of. Losing baby teeth, scary theme park rides, family trips, school plays, report cards... I'd say you're in elementary school, around 10 years old, right? △

[Although Ned's second question goes unanswered for the moment, the truth of who he's conversing with is a tall, dark haired, tan skinned man with an eyepatch and dressed more casually than usual, in a black and gold faux-tuxedo t-shirt and black jeans. He lies across his sofa with a laptop, in an eccentrically decorated room.]

[high_on_daylight]

Evangeline, rather than moving to keep striking, responded by quickly rolling away, taking a few more bursts in the process before hopping to her feet... And well into the air.

"Well, come on then."

[oneirological]

Oh. Geez, I didn't think anyone read about my dreams that much, Mr./Miss triangle person.

[Hey, if he wasn't going to answer the question...

Ned's a little weirded out by this, honestly. He lets that response sit in the reply box for a moment, staring at it and at Bill's previous reply. Something else seems weird too...

It hits him like a truck as he reads back over the dreams Bill had rattled off. They're definitely all dreams he's actually had, but... Ned sits up straight suddenly, an eerie shiver running down his spine. How in the world?]

Hey, I never made a post about the theme park dream! How did you know about that??

[He hits reply and immediately regrets it. He DIDN'T post about that one, right? His memory of it had gotten pretty jumbled with all those tongue twisters, so he hadn't been able to figure out how to write about it at first, and ended up never getting around to it. Right? He frantically pages back through his blog posts, just to be sure.

Nope, nothing. He'd really never posted about that dream.

Ned shrinks back from the computer, frightened now. Was someone spying on him? But then how would they know about a dream? Half of him wants to just shut the computer off and huddle under his covers for the rest of the night, but he's also morbidly curious as to what his mysterious fan will reply with... he hesitates, eyes flicking between Rumblr's message indicator and his bed.]

It's gonna be a while before Ben joins the Omegafriends. We can play it by ear. :)

[omnitrixter]

And Ben was stunned that not only did Tails manage to lift him up but was even able to carry him that far. He released Tails's hands when they got close to the controls and, more importantly, the ground. He dropped the rest of the way down, landing in a crouch.

"Dude, those are some seriously awesome tails."

[oneirological]

Sooooo... it's linked to a special storage place somewhere? How do you make your eye-portals appear different places?

[He hopes she doesn't say she doesn't know how that works either; this is interesting! Ned's probably the only kid in the class who isn't batting an eye at Peacock being little miss walking body horror, though. There had definitely been choruses of "eeeew!" earlier from the other kids, and a few had felt sick and had to leave when they realized that yeah, those sure were empty eye sockets.

But Ned? Nah, he pretty much deals with this level of creepy all the time from his own subconscious; it's gross but he can ignore it if he wants to.]

[magistermentium]

[It mostly likely feels longer than it is in reality for Ned to receive the next, and last, response for the night from the mysterious triangle-signing reader.]

It's Mr., by the way! Don't worry - I have a hunch we'll be meeting soon, and then everything will start making sense! Even if making sense is overrated! Hahahaha!
Good night, "Spiral"! △

[After sending the message, Bill closes the laptop, placing it onto the floor. He lies back further on the sofa and closes his eyes. With a clap of his hands, the lights in the living room go out.
You're a growing boy, Ned. You should probably get some sleep too.]

[oneirological]

"Spiral?"

[Ned catches himself saying it aloud as he reads the reply, wholly confused. Why was this person calling him that? What did he even mean by them meeting soon?

Maybe he should tell his mom he feels too sick to go to school tomorrow. In any case, it seems the bizarre conversation's ended and Ned is definitely too freaked out to do anything further on the computer tonight. He closes the window and shuts the machine off quickly, slipping under his covers with the event still whirling in his head.

In spite of himself, he nods off quickly - he always has, no matter how he's feeling. Maybe that's why he has such a problem with nightmares. It certainly isn't long before he's dreaming again, walking down a long hall - or is it an empty city street? - lined with towering buildings or blocks covered in words. They're his blog posts - smaller blocks with their dates and titles and such all floating nearby.

He approaches one - the most recent post about the robot dream - and barred windows suddenly open up on its sides. Through them he can see the antagonistic robot, pacing in its cell and muttering about how much more it deserves a family than Ned. Startled, Ned steps back before he can be seen, and the windows close again.]

Yikes... I'd better be careful with these.

[donotsummon]

[Perhaps the imprisoned pieces of previous nightmares are not the only things Ned should be wary of, because tonight, his dreams have a guest.

The visitor floats behind the boy, observing silently, although Ned may be able to catch a glimpse of its bright yellow glow out of the farthest corner of his eye. Should he turn around to try and see what the source of the light, as well the feeling of being watched is, he'll find that it will quickly take off towards the other end of the word-laden dreamscape.

It wants to see if Ned is willing to follow.]

[steamboatkilly]

[Oh man that's right, some people are actually kind of weirded out by the whole "eyes on my arms" thing. Ah well.The whole display actually gets a laugh and a smile out of Peacock. If there's one upside to everything here, it's that she gets to traumatize children. Really, what else could a girl want?

Tucking the banjo back... wherever it came from, she turns back to Ned and just shrugs.]

Eh, never really bothered to ask. Word of advice kid, ya try not to ask too many questions when yer a super. Saves ya a lotta headaches.

[oneirological]

[OH HEY, THE SENSATION OF BEING STARED AT SURE IS CREEPY. Ned catches that glow out of the corner of his eye and turns, but... yup, off it goes, zooming down the street-hall like some kind of will-o-wisp.

A suspiciously triangular will-o-wisp.

He hesitates only a moment before running after it. After all, nothing else is nearby except things he really doesn't want to mess with, and he'd really like a clue as to what he's supposed to do in this place. Find a particular post, perhaps?]

H-hey, wait up!

[oneirological]

But how do you know how to best use your powers if you don't know how they work?

[SORRY PEACOCK, YOU'RE TALKING TO A GIANT NERD. He's not gonna stop asking questions anytime soon.]

I mean, what if you were fighting a really smart bad guy, and he disabled all that stuff somehow? You wouldn't even know how to make everything work again.

[steamboatkilly]

So I march right up and smack 'em around 'til he turns it back on. S'called thinkin' laterally, kid.

[Is that actually what that means? Probably not.

Does she care? Nah.]

[camcorders]

Nothing would please me more! I hope so too.

[redfleurette]

But I'm going after the bad guy, too!

Hey, heyyy, do you know her? Where does she live? [Since he says he can find her, he must be talking about where he lives, right?]