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Welcome to the Fall Test Drive for The Revival Project!

For those who do not know, this game is a spin-off from the closed The Drift Fleet game. For more information about what this game is about, please check out the FAQ here or the premise here.

Starting on the 7th, the TDM will be required for all applications. Please view the FAQ for information about how this works. Any questions about the game please direct to the comment section of the FAQ as well.

If you are a Drift Fleet alumni, please label your character as 'DFAU' on your top level so we know. Also, keep in mind you have complete flexibility on how your character comes here. They could be taken before endgame, after endgame, two years after, one year before, etc. It's up to you! The only option not allowed is to completely restart your character (because then it's not DFAU, is it?)

So go! Explore Agra 10! And, as always, HAVE FUN!

Please use either the first event or the previous TDM for prompt ideas!


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Zuko | Avatar: The Last Airbender | Midway through Book 3

[riseswiththesun]

Fun with Data Points

[ It's a bit of a rude awakening, coming to next to an unfamiliar glowing thing like the Data Point, but that's nothing compared to said Data Point dumping in a bunch of information that wasn't there previously.

It comes as a shock to Zuko, who's never experienced anything quite like it before, so for just a few moments, he stays seated on the ground holding his head, as if that'll help settle his thoughts down a little. ]

What- What was that?

[ Okay, so maybe his thoughts aren't quite settled down just yet. ]

That was weird.

[ "Weird" doesn't even begin to cover it, but Zuko's not even sure how to process what's just happened, so he's just going to stay seated for another minute or two and get his brain to settle down. ]

Don't Play With Fire...

[ Sometime after his nerves have settled down after the run-in with the Data Point, Zuko can be found near the hotel doing something that might look odd to those passing by.

He's doing a series of movements that looks similar to kung fu, but unlike that specific discipline, he's also producing small bursts of flame from his hands. And for some reason not immediately clear from just watching, this frustrates him. ]

Come on! Come on, why isn't this working?

[ After several more minutes of this, he stops his movements, letting his hands fall to his sides in defeat. ]

Or You'll Get Burned...

[ Still later, Zuko can be found at the hospital, running full tilt down one of the hallways, hands waving like he's trying to swat away a pesky fly.

In between coughs, he manages to shout: ]

Don't go down there, it's dangerous!

[ He may or may not have inadvertently broken a canister and gotten hit by the swirling gas contained inside. ]

[ ooc: Prose or brackets are fine, and if you want to do something else not covered here, hit me up at starkravinghazelnuts or on discord @ starkravinghazelnuts#4249! ]</small.

Don't play with fire...

[waterwhip]

She hears him before she sees him. There's no mistaking the staccato beats of his feet scuffing the ground, or the little exclamations as he jabs and punches his way through his katas. Even though they haven't been companions for very long, the Fire Prince has a way of leaving an impression on people.

Following the sound of his voice, she spots him when she rounds a corner. Her joy is immediate and overflowing; Zuko is okay, and he's here! Which... the latter bit might not be so great for him, but Katara won't complain over his appearance.

"Zuko!" she calls for him, running up excitedly and grabbing him by the shoulders. Her face is radiant. "I can't believe you're here!"

garak » star trek: ds9

[tailorspy]

I ▹ WELCOME TO AGRA 10

[ It is not often that Garak allows himself to be taken by surprise.

But let's understand this: no one person out there can be expected to be perfectly calm and composed all the while when they are on a ship one moment, and find themselves on a completely new and foreign place the next. Even the most stoic of men would show a sliver of surprise, no matter how slight, and for Garak that means a few slow turns of his head, eyes darting from one side to the other, hands held up as though he expects someone to come at him out of nowhere.

The first thought to come to mind is that this must be the Dominion's doing. How, or when, or why, he can't truly say, but who else would do this? Why else do it to him, even? Of course, it prompts the immediate question as to who else might be stuck here, but it is odd that he should be completely alone when he opens his eyes.

As he inspects his surroundings, it's difficult to ignore the glowing orb near him, and when he stands, it nearly calls to him. Normally he wouldn't so readily touch something so strange without knowing where it is, but somehow the suspicious part of his brain seems to shut down, and he gives into that urge to reach out, hand stretched out as his fingers brush over the surface.

The light engulfs him, and he gasps, air kept in his lungs for a moment as the wrecked city vanishes around him, and all the information about this place is poured into his mind.

When it's done, Garak is left standing with too much information to process at once, his mind spinning. He reaches to rest a hand over his own temple and forehead, eyes wide, and looking around he immediately seeks shelter in a darker nook leading into a nearby building. ]

II ▹ EXPLORING

[ It seems both foolish and dangerous to be out in the open when he has no idea where he is, or who might be lurking. So as soon as he gets his bearings and doesn't look quite so confused anymore, he starts moving. It's not long before he's already regaining his composure, even as he lurks into strange buildings and peers inside, looking around corners just in case someone is on the lookout.

The longer it passes, and the farther he goes, the more confident he looks. He acts as though he's been here for a while, as if he recognizes every turn and corner, even as all of it strikes him as incredibly foreign. As he runs into someone, he will simply lift his ridged brow, a pleasant smile that somehow inspires a certain level of discomfort aimed at whoever he happens to cross paths with. ]

Ah. Excuse me, my dear, I seem to have taken a wrong turn.

[ Information is welcome, after all. He won't discard the possibility that whoever he talks to might be at fault for what is happening, but he can still play the fool. That has worked in his favor plenty of times before, and he sees absolutely no downside to trying to make use of it again. ]

Welcome to Agra 10

[frontierbashir]

Julian of course has been busy exploring the medical campus, looking at the different equipment, examining the different samples of who-the-hell-knows-what all morning. It's warm and he's needing something to drink and he heads to the fountain, knowing that water is okay to drink at least.

But as he approaches, a very familiar figure stands in front of the Data Point and Julian is left frozen in place trying to comprehend. Garak? Here?

And when the other comes back from likely the same information overload that he's experienced, and seeks shelter, Julian goes after him. He's not foolish enough to call his name across the square but ensuring he's closer before loudly whispering, "Garak!" and slowly approaching. He's not stupid enough to crowd an (ex?) Obsidian Order agent when they're in an unfamiliar environment.

Exploring

[brooklyn_boy]

[The man Steve sees walking around is a new face. He doesn't recognize him from the Fleet, nor does he remember seeing him at the Whale Comb or in the days following. It's a disquieting thing to realize, then, that more people might be getting stolen away from their universes as time goes on. Just like the Fleet, there could be people coming and going at the whims of the Agrii. It's unsettling, but it is also a concern for another time. Right now there is someone clearly lost.

He puts on what he hopes is a friendly smile and walks over to greet him. Him? Maybe a him. Hard to tell with aliens.]

Hey there. [He extends a hand but keeps it close in case that's not a gesture the other will recognize.] New here? My name is Steve Rogers.

The Grandmaster (En Dwi Gast) | MCU

[lostnfound]

Arrival
Having been alive for a very, very long time, it takes a lot to get a genuine surprise out of the being known as the Grandmaster. This might actually achieve it. He finds himself somewhere he's quite unfamiliar with, someplace he had no desire or designs to be.

Lost.

And it has been oh so long since he declared himself found, so no, he doesn't like this one bit.

He frowns at the orb, but there's a curiosity he can't fight. He never was particularly good at fighting that impulse. And then at least, once he's touched it he understands.

Agra 10.

Another sad little world, with another sad little population, lost to time like countless others.

Maybe it was time to build a sister world to Sakaar?

Contagion
It has been ages since the Grandmaster experienced an illness, or really anything that causes...discomfort. Millenniums, really. Not a fan.

And so finding himself hobbled by this simple, prehistoric bug is almost humbling. Almost.

With no slaves Prisoners with Jobs™️ to entertain or distract him, he's left to suffer through the heat and the incessant itching, with no sign of relief, making the former ruler quite irritable. Lucky for everyone he doesn't have his melting stick.

Choose Your Own Adventure
[Happen upon him in a place/time of your choosing!]

[ooc: Brackets or prose is fine, I will follow suit.]

[ashandflame]

( Jean knows what it's like to be on a strange planet with no idea how you got there. This is what, the third time now? Fourth? Who is even counting at this point. The place she's in now looks like a hospital and she's trying to be careful about touching things - this is where telekinesis gets handy, pun intended.

Of course, she's not the only one in here and it looks like someone has gotten into something he shouldn't have. Uh oh. Jean guesses it's time to play hero and so she metaphorically suits up. )

Didn't your mother ever tell you not to touch the stove when it was hot?

Connor | Detroit: Become Human

[rk_800]

01. WHALE COMB
The helplessness of being on an alien planet is a unique sensation, one that makes him feel unsteady despite the litany of diagnostics he's running that all claim that his systems are fully operational. Connor isn't so sure that this isn't another simulation, some sort of failsafe state after he wrested control back from CyberLife. What his sensors tell him give him a sinking feeling that tells him otherwise. There's no wireless network to connect to in this dead city, and the lack of it gives him more of a sensation of quiet than the abandoned buildings do.

As the first sign of habitation in the area, Connor is naturally drawn to the building that hosts the welcome party, such as it is. The scribbling on the walls makes him mildly uncomfortable, though the chances are high that they were written by children rather than an unhinged mind.

Connor stands for a moment in front of the table that's loaded down with food, looking it over it all before reaching out to take a cup full of the blue liquid. He tips only the barest sip into his mouth, cataloging the amount of water and nutrients as it swirls over his tongue, but sampling even that small amount makes a minor warning pop up in the corner of his vision.

"Unknown compounds?" That's concerning. Even without a network connection, his internal database should have been up to the task of analyzing a simple drink. It makes the LED on his right temple flash yellow a couple of times before returning to a calming, steady blue.

02. MILES TO GO
Technically, Connor has very little need for shelter. He's not willing to go into standby mode while this place was so unfamiliar to him. No, he's here following the signs of human habitation - or non-human habitation, as the case may be. There wouldn't have been that much food set out in the last building if there wasn't anyone here that could eat it.

He steps into the lobby and stops, looking over the surroundings, momentarily concerned about the hotel's structural integrity. Thankfully, the chance of collapse seems quite low, but it's only after he's satisfied that Connor continues further into the building. That doesn't mean he isn't paying attention to the signs of disturbed vegetation and tracks made in the dust on the floor. There were definitely people here.

"Hello?" Connor calls out, raising his voice to be heard in the large, (possibly) empty room. "My name is Connor! If someone is here, I'd like to speak with you!"

03. WILDCARD

Miles To Go

[doubled_speed]

Listen, the vegetation is disturbed for a good reason. That reason being people have been moving in. And moving around. And part of the moving around has been a young man running around at, currently, sub-speed of sound levels. one that, hearing the voice call out, comes down from the second floor and into the hall Connor's in with no hesitation, coming to a sudden stop near the strange looking man.

And he smirks.

"I don't know, I've never been called a good conversationalist."

Whale Comb

[unbearablynaive]

There's at least one other person here who is very obviously not human - although the Vision not what Connor would recognize as an android, either. But he does recognize Connor, or at least his eyes widen and he glances to the serial number to confirm it's the same as the one he'd known back on the Fleet.

And then has to remind himself that that doesn't mean anything, that people are just as likely to come here fresh with no memories as anywhere else, and he quickly squashes that hopeful tone he would otherwise have in favor of a more neutral greeting.

"Ah, good evening. I've been reliably told the blue drink has a compound that forces one to speak the truth."

Leonard McCoy | Star Trek AOS

[thatsjusttypical]

1. Whale Comb
In his years in Starfleet, Bones has traveled to a lot of other planets, many of which had inhabitants that weren't very familiar with humans. This appears to be one of them. It took him a few minutes to work out that "Whale Comb" was supposed to be "Welcome". At least the Agrii are happy that they're all here. The crew of the Enterprise has received some unhospitable welcomes as well.

He surveys the buffet, frowning a bit at the strange types of food. He knows he should probably try some of it, for the sake of building bonds with the natives, but he's never been the diplomatic type. Besides, he's not that hungry. The drinks look good though, especially if any of them happen to have alcohol in them.

Bones takes a sip of the blue drink, thrilled to learn that it tastes like beer. "Oh, Lordy, that's more like it," he says with a sigh.

2. Miles To Go
The hotel... leaves a lot to be desired. However, Bones has slept in worse accommodations before. At least there's a (somewhat shaky) roof over his head. He trudges up the stairs in order to try and find an unoccupied room.

The one he picks has a mattress on the floor, but no other person effects as far as he can tell. Bones has a seat, contemplating his options for getting off this planet, if he even has any. As far as he can tell, they can barely keep the power on, let alone take a ship into space.

Somebody enters the room and Bones looks up. "Oh. This hovel already claimed? Sorry." He stands up and goes to leave, off to see if the next room is empty.

3. Wildcard
[ Hit me with something else. Send a PM or message me at sparks_fly. ]

Miles to Go

[tenacy]

The person who steps inside is just a few inches shy of six feet and female, with pale hair pulled back in a messy braid. She looks just as surprised to find someone there and takes half a step back, hands help up in the universe sign for 'mostly harmless'.

"Whoah, whoah. I'm sorry. The room was empty a couple of days ago. I'm taking a headcount." And then, kind of as an afterthought. "You're new?"

Miles to go//RUBS HANDS TOGETHER GREEDILY

[frontierbashir]

It's been another long day of taking inventory of all the medical equipment, supplies and medications available to them and Julian is exhausted. He's looking forward to just being horizontal, even if it is in the conditions that they're currently in.
He enters the room, tricorder hanging off his shoulder, and freezes as soon as he realizes someone else is in the room.

"Sorry, I don't mind swapping. It's not like I have anything--" and he stops mid-sentence.

The uniform is unlike any he's seen before but there was no mistaking the insignia on the left chest.

"Are you Starfleet?" he asks incredulously.

Whale Comb Doc!

[doubled_speed]

Listen, Tommy's been trying to protect people from the blue drink. Because of course he has. He's already made one terrible mistake under the influence of Truthyjuice, and he feels bad for people who don't know what is coming. But he doesn't see the guy until he's already taking a sip. Doesn't mean he doesn't try and get over there to stop Bones.

Best option? Scaring him enough to try and make him spit the stuff out. Which he does by running over to Bones.

From most people, that's not scary. From a kid that just went from zero to 350 mph in less time than the beat of an average human heart, it can be sort of jarring. Especially when, between one blink and the next there's a human looking mostly true he guesses teen with white hand standing in front of the Doc.

"Tell me you didn't swallow."

Whale Comb

[jadzia]

Being part of a symbiotic union with a being that was over three hundred years old meant that Dax had seen and experienced a not-insubstantial chunk of Starfleet's history. She'd been an officer and a diplomat long enough to pick out the uniform's colors when she saw them mingled in a crowd, be it at a conference or on shore leave. Gold and red were flashy, of course, but call her biased--the blues were her favorite, and here on this remote world, she feels a thrill of excitement even before she realizes who it is.

The uniform itself is her first hint, so different from the coveralls that have become a staple of the uniform's look in the last century. It's impossible to deny the nostalgia she feels at times for the twenty-third century and the people and the adventures and the aesthetic of that time period. Maybe this new arrival will give her a chance to reconnect with that part of her history.

Her eyes go wide when she realizes who it is. Could that actually be Leonard McCoy? It is him! She'd recognize him anywhere. She's not sure if she should approach him, given Starfleet's policies regarding tampering with the timeline, but there's already some of that going on here now, and more besides. Even considering the Trill policy on reforming old associations in subsequent joinings, there's no reason to avoid him, she supposes. He's likely just as out of sorts as anyone here, and seeing a fellow officer couldn't hurt, temporal displacement or not.

"Doctor?" she asks, coming up alongside him with a warm smile. "You might want to be careful with some of the food and drink here. I think our hosts didn't anticipate it might cause any unusual reactions, but it seems some of these items can cause some fairly interesting side-effects." With a smile and a twinkle in her eye, she extends a hand in greeting. "I'm Jadzia."

Bruce Wayne | Nolan!DC

[ex_spelunked723]

ONE: MILES TO GO

[ Bruce has been on his own before. The seven or so years he spent traveling the world count, he thinks, because there was always the potential for not coming back from his sojourn. It's why he put everything in Alfred's name. But this is a little different.

He's on a different planet with absolutely no way to get in touch with his butler.

The situation is more than a little sobering, which is why he's opted to take one of the spare rooms in the hotel. For sure he doesn't trust anyone, but there's a huge difference between keeping a suspicious eye on his new neighbors, and being an asshole about trying to rough it on his own. He's taken one of the rougher rooms anyway, cleaning it up and piling anything that doesn't look useful in the hallway. And, if space becomes an issue, he might be willing to host a roommate. ]


TWO: ASP LORE ATION

[ Making a mental map of the area they've all been brought seems like a good idea, so Bruce is out exploring. He made a cursory inspection of the hospital, mostly so he knows where it is if that becomes important, but it's never fully been his calling. Just one more difference between the current Wayne heir and his father. (Thomas was always the better man.) Once he comes across the power plant, though, everything changes. Here is something Bruce might be able to learn to fix. Because it's in an area farther from the hotel, he moves carefully and quietly, testing every bit of floor, every inch of wall, to make sure it's safe enough to pass.

As he explores, he keeps an eye out for anything that looks like a tool (or a weapon), and anything that looks like a control panel or power station. ]


THREE: WILDCARD

[ Want to run across Bruce somewhere else? Toss it here. ]

One

[pileofspirits]

[how about strange individuals in unconventional outfits? those have never caused a problem for Bruce, right?

while he's getting settled in and making himself at home in the hotel, a visitor happens by. they arrive very quietly, lingering in the hallway a few steps back from the door, peering a little bit into the room where he's working.

they're oddly pale save for starkly-black eyes, dressed head-to-toe in a cloak of layered rags, and they offer the stranger a little smile whenever it is that they're noticed.]

...Building? Or taking apart?

Krista | OC (Changeling the Dreaming) | DFAU

[ladiesss]

01. Whale Comb

You know, when most people arrive here, they seem to do so with caution, or something resembling dignity. Not Krista. This Hot-Topic-looking teen barely has time to take in her surroundings before she bunches her hands into fists and starts yelling.

Well, not yelling. Her voice isn't much more than a loud whisper, despite her going a little red in the face from the effort.

"Okay, fine! We'll do this again!"

She throws her hands up in the air, starts to stomp around towards nothing in particular. It is an almost hilariously quiet tantrum.

"So am I just not gonna ever finish highschool, or what!? God..."

That last consonant is dragged out for several seconds before she finally takes a breath. Maybe starting to calm down. Hopefully.

02. Miles to Go

But then, later, once she's had some time to come to grips with her situation, a much calmer Krista can be found wandering through the inside of the old hotel. She's pensively glancing at everything, whether it's the tidy insides of rooms that have been fixed up, or the messy tendrils of plant matter still clinging to the ceiling in unoccupied halls. She's touching a lot of things, just sort of feeling the surface of objects that may or may not belong to people. She also crouches down to touch random spots on the floor, or drag her fingers along the wall, almost as if she's looking for something that she never quite finds.

She'll look at people attentively if they seem to be approaching her, she just doesn't have a loud enough voice to speak up first.

03. Wildcard!

Want to do something else with a small creepy fairy goth? This one is for you!


[also yes her PB is that chick from Ergo Proxy and I'm sorry if that confuses anyone ;w;]

Whale Comb

[pileofspirits]

There is a witness to her very quiet tirade. The observer probably looks like just another piece of junk at first, blending right into the rest of her ruined surroundings. But in amongst all the washed-out palor and shapeless layers of rags are a pair of dark eyes.

The eyes are a little wide in the wake of her tantrum, staring at her from where the individual is crouched down against some large chunks of rubble.

Just watching for now. Waiting to see what comes next.

Gemini de Mille | DC Comics | Lapsed DFAU

[stretchy_girl]

Miles to Go
Sleep isn't something that her body has much use for or is indeed even capable of, but that doesn't mean that Gemini wasn't going to claim some place to call her own, no matter if that place was a dusty half-wrecked hotel room.

She's standing in the middle of the decrepit room as if she already owns it, the only pristine thing in the entire room. It's been a long time since she'd last done any actual cleaning herself, but there are others here, perhaps she might be able to persuade someone else to do it for her. When the door opens and someone enters she barely even glances their way, shooting over a laconic.

"This one's taken, get lost."

Lost & Alone

Exploring the half-wrecked city had seemed like a good idea at the time. But having wandered into the neighbouring forest Gemini had become increasingly unsure of where exactly she was and worse was beginning to realise she wasn't alone out here. Even though whatever creatures lurked in the depths of the trees were no threat to her she was starting to feel a prickle around where her spine would be. Something about this place just didn't feel natural.

She's already retracing her steps, but where exactly had she entered the forest? She'd taken a left and a right but there was no sign of the forks she'd taken on this trail. No matter, she'll escape this place eventually, but sooner would be better than later.

Wildcard

[/Gemini's out wandering, wearing her usual costume come say hello.]

Miles to go

[stillusesawalkman]

"I mean, technically, we're all lost here already," says the tall, red-coated guy who'd just pushed open whatever excuse for a door the room had had in the first place. "So, I mean, can I really get more lost than lost?"

He does, at least, look sorry for the interruption - but also absolutely not sorry at all.

Toph Beifong | Twinkletoes: The Last Airbender | End/Near End of Book 3

[toph_luck]

1. Wake Up

[ When she wakes, the first thing Toph feels is the world around her. Her eyes flick open but nothing changes. This isn't... right. She was in the middle of something important... or going to be.

Her body rolls to one side, just enough to slap the earth(?) beneath her hands, letting her senses ripple out to reveal the new land. That's when worry hits. Everything feels wrong. The buildings, the ground, even the air feels different.]

Where... Am I?

[ Of course, she doesn't notice the orb. When she stands, though, she still feels the call, bare feet carrying her forward until her arm reaches out to seemingly nothing. Her palm his the orb and her whole body tenses, freezing on the spot...]

What?! No! [ The frown on her lips deepens into a scowl, shouting out to no one. ] Bring me back!

[ Surprise, she stays there. Anger is just the first reaction of many to this strange new situation. It's a lot to process, and she stands there for a long while just... thinking about it.]

2. Food?

[ The signs go unnoticed, not too far from her waking spot wafts the scent of things slightly more familiar: Food. Nothing she's acutely familiar with, but it still smells like food. After spending a little too long figuring out her next actions... well, she's hungry.

Why is it just sitting there, though? The memory of a certain cactus juice and it's effects come to mind... She might pass on the drinks. The food, however, smells fine?Anyone nearby might just see her sitting by the table, striped meat in one hand and the large cherry in the other, literally weighing up her options.

The meat was probably safest... right?

She takes an experimental -munch on it, getting a few bites in before deciding it was fine. Though by the time she's nearly finished, she yawns, attention already starting to slip. ]

Weird... I just-.. Woke up... [ Yet now she looks tired enough to sleep again. ]

3. Approaching

[ Anyone who gets close enough is called out almost immediately, however sneaky they thought they might have been. Or perhaps she finds you. The oddly dressed girl spins on one heel, only half-turning their way and pointing at them with a hand. Her head doesn't follow, it just gazes straight ahead with furrowed brows. ]

Stop there! [ It's clear how young she is just from her voice, still, it sounds authoritative. Do you listen? ] Who are you? And how did I get here?

4. Wildcard
[OOC: I know I'm pretty late to this, but feel free to message me here or on discord: Hantale#0295 or plurk: (hantale) to figure something out, or just ask questions. ]

[waterwhip]

[ Because Katara is always passing by the fountain, grabbing water for the greenhouse or simply to practice her bending, she's the first to notice the arrival of the girl in green.

She hears her before she sees her, stepping out of the hotel on her way to tend to the plants for the day. ]

Toph? [ Or maybe she's hearing things? But no, that shout is unmistakable. Katara sprints without hesitation, rounding the fountain until she sees her friend. ] Toph!

[ Ready or not, Toph is beset by a very emotional waterbender. Katara practically crashes into her, wrapping her arms around her. ]

It's you! You're here!

Mystique | X-Men Movies (Original Trilogy)

[scalesandsecrets]

Lost and Alone

She does not get lost. In the century and more of her life Mystique can count the number of times she's truly been lost on one hand. A near eidetic memory helps as does her razor sharp intelligence but at the moment neither of them are much help. She's been wandering this forest for hours and is still no closer to finding her way out and worse she's uncomfortably aware she isn't alone here.

If anything does attack her then she will ensure whatever it is regrets it, but why risk a fight when the best option is retreat to the city?

So she pauses in the middle of the clearing and closes her eyes, focusing on the movement of iron in her blood, trying to gauge its response to this world's magnetic field to get a bearing. In the meantime she sharpens her senses, enlarging her tympanic membrane, altering olfactory cells, the forest coming alive with smells and sounds. One way or another she will find her way out of this place, but in the meantime she stands as still and silent as a bare and scaly blue statue, concentrating intently.

Miles to Go

As the sun starts to sink the strange howling of the wolf is enough to convince Mystique of the need to find shelter. Sleep is something she can postpone the need for days, weeks if necessary, but being exposed and in the open in a strange world is never a wise idea.

As dusk falls a figure that blends with the growing shadows shimmies rapidly up the side of the derelict hotel, pauses by several balconies, before finally vaulting over the edge of one into what was once a suite near the top of the hotel. It's dank and obviously un-lived in and that will suit her purposes for now. Bare blue feet pad silently around the three rooms, checking entrances and possible hiding places. About to relax, satisfied that the space is secure, the sounds of movement in the corridor outside have yellow eyes flicking toward the door. Company.

Without losing a moment she slips silently away into the shadows so as not to be seen and waits to see exactly who enters. She will adapt accordingly.

Miles to Go

[doubled_speed]

Bored. Tommy is fucking bored. Which is of course a problem because the worst thing that someone can have on their hands is a bored speedster. When they get bored, things tend to end up complicated and sometimes missing or exploded or in different hemispheres. In this case the boredom stems from the fact that this is a sixty hour day cycle and guess what, he's already had four hours of sleep recently, so he's up and about all over again. Which sucks, because it's starting to get dark and he doesn't want to wander outside.

Which meant wandering around the hotel and scoping out potential better digs for him and his twin. Which means coming into this room further up. It's no real energy tax on him to get this high, and Billy can fly in so they could definitely win the safety goal up here.

Hands in pockets the young mutant looks around, considering the room. Nice. Spacious. Maybe hard to insulate for warmth, not that it's the cold part of the year yet. Was there a cold part of the year? Who even knows. But he definitely settles in to exploring. And doesn't notice Mystique. She might be able to pick out some familiar things about how he looks, though. Tommy's told that he looks a bit like his grandfather Magneto from time to time. And more than just the white hair. It's the jaw, and the clearly inherited Jewish nose. Maybe it's even the confidence he walks into a strange situation with, because what in the world is ever going to catch up to a young adult who can break the sound barrier multiple times over?

Lt. Dopheld Mitaka | Star Wars

[ventralcannons]

If you are wondering who the heck he is, Mitaka is from this part

Arrival

It's been longer than he's realized since he's been stood planetside, and that's almost as disorienting as the whole situation itself. The difference in gravity, the uneven terrain, the oxygen percentage- it all leaves Dopheld feeling a little more unsteady then he'd like when he's trying to come to grips with having been plucked away by some unknown race.

He's never heard of the Agrii, or this world. The stars he can make out look unfamiliar to any charts he knows, and while he may not be the most important cog in the machine of the First Order, he likes to think his absence may have some effect.

Backing away from the data point, Dopheld frowns softly, eyes skirting about, acutely aware of his footing being a bit more unstable than he'd like.

"...What the Kriff is going on?"

Video

[Unsure of where allegiances might lay here, Dopheld has removed the top layer of his uniform, and tried to comb out his hair from the strict pushed back style, not wanting to immediately out himself as an officer of the First Order until he learns more.

He's been careful to frame himself in such a way that it betrays little of his current location, and when he speaks there is a clear imperial accent to his voice for those who may recognize it.]

...Hello. I was hoping someone might be able to inform me as to the current...political leanings of this place? And if there were a ship, or long range communications available. It's rather urgent that I return...home.

Other
[Hit him up with your own starter]

Arrival

[kallig]

"You've been taken captive by the most inept overlords to ever exist, that's what's going on."

At least that has been Altair's experience. They're here for a reason, sure, but what he's seen of the Agrii so far has not exactly been promising. Still, the appearance of a new person is something he takes note of, especially one using that word, and with that accent.

"You alright there? You don't seem quite steady."

Not that he can see him, but he can sense him. And what he can sense isn't necessarily balanced.

"Perhaps it'd be best if you sat down for a moment."

Poe Dameron | Star Wars

[happybeeps]

Arrival

There's a shrill shriek, and Poe grimaces, crouching to look the astromech over with concern.

"Well- I told you buddy- just 'cause I can touch it doesn't mean it's made for you to interface with. You all right?" He takes the time to look him over, giving him a fond pat, like you might give a pet, or a small child, before pushing upright. "Come on, let's find a ship and get off his wreck."

Video

[Poe's face fills the frame, a bit dirty, and tired, but he offers a lopsided sort of smile.]

Hey, this is a message for whoever's in charge of this place. I understand you need heroes or...help. But uh...I'm kind of in the middle of a whole...thing back home. So I was thinking, you let me go back- and assuming we survive that, I'll come back and do the whole hero thing here? How's that sound?

Other
[Hit him up with your own starters]

[Video]

[thrawnsaide]

[A young man wearing an old Imperial Navy olive grey uniform greets him. He spoke in a soft voice, but with a heavy accent that wasn't familiar with the navy but more from Wild Space. Despite being in uniform, he appears to be at ease.]

I'm afraid none of us can simply return home. Many of us have been taken away from various scenarios and tasks that we wish to return home to.

Clint "Hawkeye" Barton | Hawkeye 2012 | Middle of 19

[faucon]

The first thing he should do is find shelter. That's probably Survival 101. But exploring a lot of probably not-very-empty buildings when he's only got a few arrows seems like a bad idea.

And there's food here, which means there's some kind of "whale comb" party, right? He hasn't had much appetite since he and Barney got out of the hospital, but he picks up the water, sniffs it, touches the tip of his tongue to it, and takes a real sip.

If no one comes along he'll just go ahead and call this the second worst welcome potluck he's ever been to.

[doubled_speed]

Water is good. Water is refreshing. Which is why Tommy shows up to pick up a glass and down it. And when he does that, he pauses. And stares at the guy there also drinking. Is that...? The real Hawkass? Like, not the one they've got here, but the one he helped Kate steal the bow back from? The one who was the second best Hawkeye? Wow. Interesting.

Small world?

"Dude, do I know you? You look familiar. Like an old guy with a bow and an arrow who thinks he could be an awesome person called Hawkeye or something."

Crystal Exarch | Final Fantasy XIV | Shadowbringers

[myinspiration]

Arrival

[ He opens his eyes to face a clear sky. How did he end up on the ground like this? The last thing he remembered was being within the Ocular of the Crystarium. He sits up slowly while looking around. His lips pull into a small frown as he realizes he's not somewhere familiar. The information that had come to him wasn't that strange at first. Perhaps another calling within Allagan heritage. He knew though that it couldn't have been that. It had to be something else or another reason why he was brought here. ]

[ After taking a few minutes to watch his surroundings he finally slowly stands up. ] Well, I guess it's time to start looking around Agra 10 for some answers.

[ What else was he going to do with his time here? It felt thrilling to be able to be on his own adventure again. He also knew that he needed to get back to Norvrandt to the Warrior of Light and their friends. He was leaving matters with them and that didn't settle well within, but panicking about it wouldn't make matters any better. ]

Lost in the Forest

[ After waking up in an unfamiliar place, he couldn't help but feel the need to adventure around. Pacing around aimlessly wouldn't help ease his thoughts. The information about the people here made him think about the situation of Norvrandt and the sky being covered in endless light. Maybe someone had brought them here. The other pressing concern was that he wasn't feeling faint or weak from being away from the Crystal Tower. Perhaps there had been something more to this world. ]

[ There's a small smile on his lips. An opportunistic thief makes off with the hero's prize. He shakes his head as he remembers his own words sneakily come to him. Why at a time like this? He speaks out loud mostly to himself. ]

This is no time for reminiscing on a game of half truths and riddles. This forest is oddly calm but...

[ He grabs a hold of his hood making as a strong breeze comes through. He peeks around one of the tree trunks and out towards one of the creatures. A moment later there were a few more of them show up. ] There is danger to keep an eye on.

[ He is not afraid of the creatures. He is mostly watching them to study their movements. If he had anything to fight them, he would do so. But since he doesn't really have anything to use currently he has to be sure that there's a way around them. Better to use his head instead of charging straight into battle. ]

Arrival

[thrawnsaide]

[Eli eyed the new stranger curiously. New people were slowly trickling in since everyone first arrived. He had been on his way back to the hotel when he spotted the new one.]

I'm afraid you won't find a lot of answers. They're pretty secretive.