TEST DRIVE

[ironwood]

TEST DRIVE MEME - TU SHANSHU EDITION!

Itching to try out writing a character? Then rev up your engines, grab your accounts, and slam your way into this meme! Here is a venue for you to try out whatever character there might be tickling your fancy, from fandom to OC, for as few as one and as many as MANY. Seriously, there's no limit.

How do you partake in this fantastic congregation of character testing? Why, by following these simple steps:

1. Comment with the journal of a character you want to test; put their name and canon in the subject line for added sparkles.
2. Tag around with everyone!
3. Profit like you live on a the back of a turtle!

But wait, there's more! For the low, low price of $9,999.99, you can even use one of our handy prompts when you tag someone. You could even pick one with a Random Number Generator to help decide which prompt to go with!

1. A Chance Meeting at the Turtle's Head.
   Remember, being here causes a great sense of-- well, shall we say inner peace.
2. Haggling Over Something in the Marketplace!
   Maybe someone else saw the exact same shiny thing you did at the exact same moment! However shall this be resolved? Remember: blood is extremely hard to scrub off of turtleshell!
3. Hey, I Just Met You, and This is Crazy...
   First impressions are always the most important, right?
4. WILDCARD!
   Go nuts. Suddenly your character is fighting dragons! Good God, they've found the Millennium Falcon drifting in the ocean! Do you really feel the need to polish every paving stone in the Earth Sector? Please note, Wildcard options are also what you can choose to do if you aren't yet comfortable in the Tu Shanshu setting and would prefer a more 'dear-mun' esque experience. Please specify in your post!

Comments

[jirk]

[Jim recognizes that voice.

Man, does he ever recognize that voice. He rolls out from under the battered console he's been trying to commandeer out of these satellites for the better part of an hour and scrambles (inelegantly) for the door.]

Scotty!

[Jim doesn't quite tackle him, but Scotty does get an enthusiastic clap to the shoulder. He's grinning from ear to ear.]

What the hell took you so long?

[beamsup]

Took me so long?! Sir, I only just saw you onboard the Enterprise not an hour ago.

[jirk]

[HANDWAVE]

Yeah, that happens. I've actually been here for about a month. It's all very scientific, happy to talk your ear off later, how's my ship?

[He's talking with a brusque, manic sort of energy that is really just a cover for how damned glad he is to see a familiar face.]

[beamsup]

Ship's fine sir, purring like a kitten. Or at least she ought to be. We're supposed to in warp, on our way to distant space. What's brought us here?

[jirk]

Magic, Mr. Scott. If you can believe the scuttlebutt.

[But his ship's fine, and that means his crew is, too. Jim lets his hand fall away from Scotty's shoulder and turns away so the man doesn't see the open relief on his face.

-- And then.

Wait a minute.

He turns back.]

Did you say 'distant' space?

[beamsup]

Aye, sir, five year mission. The "final frontier." [Kirk you were so excited.]

[jirk]

[holy shit best day ever???]

No way! They gave it to us? Oh man, I knew it!

[FIST PUMP IN THE AIR LIKE A TWELVE YEAR OLD.]

Man, Spock is going to eat his words, and I am going to enjoy every minute of it, this is awesome. But, uh-- don't tell me anything else, okay, Scotty? Timelines exploding, end of the world, alternate realities. I'm not sure I could deal with another one of those.

[FIVE YEAR MISSIONNNNN.]

[beamsup]

[Just. like that.]

You mean you didn't know? [He did say he's been here a month.] Like, you, uh, didn't know about that promotion you gave me.

[jirk]

People get pulled from all kinds of timelines, Scotty, it's fine. I was dealing with the Gorn and that whole-- Helios mess.

[Five year mission. Five year mission. Deep space! New worlds, uncharted territory-- God, it's everything he ever wanted and he absolutely cannot contain his joy. Except--]

I promoted you?

[Blink, mild confusion.]

Well, you're the best damn Chief Engineer in the Federation, you deserve it. Congrats.

[beamsup]

[Yes, it worked.]

Aye, Captain. Now. What's all this junk then?

[jirk]

[And normally he'd be perceptive enough to pick up on that but right now he's too busy going SUCK IT, SPOCK, I TOLD YOU SO in the back of his mind. So he grins, instead.]

You're looking at a satellite cluster that was in high orbit around this planet. It decided to-- you know, [he raises a hand and sort of wobbles it around] crash.

[beamsup]

[Scotty nods along with the explanation.] What's the chance that any of it is serviceable enough to get us off planet and back to my-- I mean our ship?

[jirk]

Pretty slim. Most of it's completely fried. It wasn't designed for entry/re-entry, so there's no fuel cells, no thrusters-- most of the hull's way too compromised to even patch together into something that looks like a ship and do not get me started on the engine. It's barely a step up from steam-powered.

[Speaking of, he pulls a scrap of cloth out of his back pocket and starts wiping grease off his hands. Sorry, Scotty, he probably got it all over your uniform.]

[beamsup]

[He's an engineer. His uniform's supposed to have grease all over it.]

Aye, sir, it doesn't look good. What now?

[jirk]

[It feels good, to have people looking to him for a plan. Jim does some of his best work under pressure.]

There's apparently a barrier around this turtle that prevents anything from coming or going. We need a new transporter equation, Mr. Scott. Think you're up for it?

[Jim has been trying to come up with one for weeks, but all his genius aside, he's not a scientist.]

[beamsup]

I can try, sir. But without any coordinates for our location, not to mention our destination... it'll be a challenge.

[jirk]

Let me worry about that.

[THE MOST WINNING SMILE come on, Scott, you know he's good for it.]

[beamsup]

Aye, Captain. [Because what else do you say to James Tiberius Perfect Hair? The man's come back from the dead, he can get the two of them off this planet somehow.]

[jirk]

[He slings an arm around Scotty's shoulders companionably.]

We can worry about it later. You have got to check this place out. I'm sure Spock'll chew me out later for all the times I've completely obliterated the prime directive, but this place actually isn't half bad.