omegafools | Test Drive Meme

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!

If you’re not sure what this game is about, look here or here! If you want to lay down a reserve, go here! For anything else, look here!

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.

Flat | Top-Level Comments Only

[those free snack machines are looking like just what the doctor ordered, honestly. there's just one problem ... the buttons are just that eensy bit too high for a 3'4" duck to reach. anyone in the vicinity will find Darkwing standing on his toes and streeetching in vain to key in the dreaded combo code and muttering to himself through clenched teeth]

Join the team, they said. It'll be fun, they said. Razzafrazzafracka.... g'oooooooohhhh!

Edited 2014-05-25 12:41 (UTC)

Hey, need a hand?

[Oh great, it's the crazy guy in the spacesuit.]

No thanks, got two. [he holds them up. it's a good thing he's used to weird-looking creatures, really, or he'd be flipping out a little more. the arrival was sure interesting though. but, eh, when sucked into another dimension, do as the other-dimensioners]

I could use a stepladder, though.

Edited (whoops still conditioning myself to use small brackets) 2014-05-25 14:18 (UTC)

Yeah, I can see that. Dunno why they put the keypad so high on this thing. How about this?

[Jeb unbuckles and removes his jetpack with a pop of seals separating. Then he sets it down so Darkwing can use it as a step-though that apparently unsealed his spacesuit as well and it's now deflating around Jeb so it looks more like a sad saggy clown outfit.]

Um.

[well that was a thing. he steps up onto the pack and pushes the buttons, then hops off to collect his soda]

Yeah, that works. Thanks. You uh ...

... you're not gonna run out of air or something now, are you?

Edited 2014-05-25 14:29 (UTC)

Well, if we were in space I might be in trouble. No, this thing just has some air filters and a positive pressure system to protect me from things like tear gas and stuff. It's not even space-rated in this configuration. I've got to use a different backpack to go to space in this suit, one with life-support, cooling systems, all that jazz.

So, then, uh.

[kchhk. he cracks the can open and tries not to spray him. a little bit does end up on his helmet though. enjoy that blob of fizz over your eye]

Why do you even need it in here, then? Can't you just put it on when you go out on missions?

[gee DW, can't you just put your cape and mask on when YOU go out? duh]

[Don't worry, Jeb carries wipes for just this situation.]

Well it's a style thing, isn't it? I mean, my powers are pretty...non-specific. Wooo, nobody can kill me. That doesn't really give you much of a theme to work with. So I could have chosen anything. And you have to admit, I could be anyone under this gold-plated visor. You can't see through the helmet, it obscures the outline of my body-a lot more effective than just a domino mask and a cape.

.... [there is so much pout in his tone of voice. so much pout, just the right amount of spine-twisting whine, and a fair amount of indignation]

But what's wrong with a mask and a cape?

Hey, I didn't say there was anything wrong with them. Classics are classic, I get that. And it looks great on you. But we live in an age of surveillance cameras and smartphones, and you never know when somebody might get a good shot of your face. And if they post it to Mugbook or whatever, that's a little uncomfortable. My public face is a little too public-I don't want to be on page one of the newspaper as a super, and on page three as a private citizen, you get it?

(no subject)

terrorwhatflaps - 2014-05-25 16:24 (UTC) - Expand

(no subject)

number1_kerbal - 2014-05-25 16:31 (UTC) - Expand

(no subject)

terrorwhatflaps - 2014-05-25 16:36 (UTC) - Expand

You meant she of course

number1_kerbal - 2014-05-25 16:45 (UTC) - Expand

but of course, you saw no problematic pronouns

terrorwhatflaps - 2014-05-25 17:11 (UTC) - Expand

Re: but of course, you saw no problematic pronouns

number1_kerbal - 2014-05-25 19:35 (UTC) - Expand

(no subject)

terrorwhatflaps - 2014-05-27 13:33 (UTC) - Expand

[How do the new icons look?]

number1_kerbal - 2014-05-27 14:19 (UTC) - Expand

[There's a duck at the vending machine. Trying to reach the buttons. This presents a few things to consider, not the least of which is that Blake also kind of wants a soda and that's not happening until said duck gets his, apparently. So, after a few moments of watching she'll sigh a little and walk up to the machine.]

Which one?

[he turns and looks up at her, somewhere between still supremely annoyed, and just pitiful enough to be forgiven for being a pest]

C7.

[For her part, Blake manages to look admirably blase about the whole thing. You get used to strange appearances around this place, and she isn't one to talk with the extra feline ears concealed beneath that bow in her hair. Still... a duck.]

Okay.

[Shifting her ever-present book to her other hand, she hits the buttons and releases the elusive soda. He can take it from here, right?]

[he sure can. he yoinks the soda and tips his enormous fedora to her with a sweeping bow] Thank you!

Thirsty work, this crimefightin' stuff. [he taps the soda a few times to make sure it doesn't spray, and steps out of her way before cracking it open.

it still sprays him, of course]

Awwwwwhhhh. ... good thing I wore the ScotchGard cape.

[Okay, that hat tilt and bow gets a faint, bemused smile and a chuckle from her as she collects her own drink. Maybe a little over the top but she can appreciate the dramatic flair.]

It can be.

[That smile turns into a sympathetic wince when the soda can erupts, and she casts a distrustful look down at the one in her own hand.]

Um. There are paper towels over there.

Oh! Uh - heheheh ... thanks.

[he drags a chair over to the counter and climbs up so he can get some. why couldn't he have done that with the vending machine? we don't ask.]

Nice bow.

Thanks.

[She eyes the soda in her hand suspiciously before tilting it away from herself and popping it open. She then makes a face as the vending machine gets doused in exploding soda. ... Probably no less than it deserved though.]

....

[Moving on.]

Nice hat.

[The snack machines, probably his most frequented place in the entire base.

There was a reason that the jerky bites and cheese sticks were near empty.

He does notice the well dressed mallard and his plight of being too short to actually do anything about it.

He saunters over and reaches over the head of the duck and presses with his big clumsy paw, the panel. A completely random code being dispensed.]

Oh, hey, lion.

[bag of peanuts! not quite what he wanted but it'll do. he snags them ... then hops back about three feet as his eyes bug out and somewhere, somehow, an alarm goes off.]

LION!!!

[He watched the duck as he grabbed his peanuts, trying to make a selection for his own snacking. Sticking his digit against the machine to get the jerky he wanted.

And then Darkwing pretty much yells in his ear and he swings his head around with his eyes squinting in confusion.]

Rawer? [This sound he makes is almost playful, but he doesn't even know how to respond to that. Yes. He is a lion. How observant!]

[DW presses himself up against the neighboring machine - you know, the one that never works - and stares]

.... Nice lion. Good lion. You ... uh ... please tell me you don't like the taste of duck.

Uuhm. Well, I always thought that eating another talking animal would be sorta like cannibalism.

I've never had duck either.

[There's a blue martian not to far away, watching this whole thing go on. He's not hungry, he's just making sure no one grabs any nuts. All the nuts shall burn. Wait, then the fumes would kill him. Okay, just dispose of the nuts then.

Wait, helping this guy would reduce his debt to the Omegafriends, right? Then its a win-win!]

Do you require assistance, strange anthropomorphic Earth duck?

Oh, yeah, um, I can't quite reach the .... [DW's eyes slide slowly over to the side]

Um.

[and then he's whipping his gas gun out of his cape] NO! I WILL NOT TAKE YOU TO YOUR LEADER! I DON'T CARE HOW MANY PEAS YOU COME WITH!

Edited (you saw no html fail) 2014-05-27 13:40 (UTC)

[What. Even.]

I was not planning on taking you to Barlok the Wise. Nor do I possess peas.

Like, any peas whatsoever.

Flat | Top-Level Comments Only