Summer 2025 TDM!

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SUMMER TEST DRIVE MEME
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Welcome to the Current Test Drive for The Revival Project!

This game is a spin-off from the closed The Drift Fleet game. For more information about the game, including more details on the setting, please check out the FAQ here or the premise here.

A thread on 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 bringing your character from the game, please label your character as 'DFAU' on your top level. 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! If you want to completely restart your character, they're not considered DFAU anymore and won't need the label.

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

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Summer in Temba and Sh'Ka

Summers can be brutal in many places, but thankfully that is not true this year on Agra-10. Sure, it's hot, sure it's sunny, and sure it's a bit dry, but hey, it's pleasant this year. Perhaps it's because Temba has become so green. Around the city the Agrii settlers move around happily with their Plantkin guides and teachers, planting plenty of shade plants around the edges of buildings, or digging up areas to turn into ponds or other water features. In a way the place is turning into a beautiful sort of get away. If you ignore all of the broken and falling buildings around the ruins of the former city.

There's a bit more comfort available at on the top of the Civics Center or at the edge of the remains of the Flooded Plain. Here the Agrii have clearly focused their work. Comfortable chairs from the Agrii ship have been brought down, there is a wealth of things to dry off with, and often trays of food laid out. Clearly the Agrii are people that quite fond of water. It isn't uncommon to see them splashing around or to see pink and purple forms diving into the great depths of any bit of water they can get themselves to.

For those looking for a bit less of a crowded place to enjoy the summer heat, there is always the beach south of Temba. Given it's summer the green lobsters are away from the beach and in the watery depths. Of course settling down here to enjoy the cool sea waters can be its own form of frustrating. After all, there are the Birbs to deal with. They're more mischievious than even the brightest Corvid. They will steal just about anything they can carry away if you aren't careful.

Then, of course, there is Sh'Ka. The other city, having been forbidden to the Agrii by the local Plantkin, remains hot, dry, and unpleasant. Thankfully there's plenty of places to beat the heat once you're off the connecting train and waiting for a trip back. The stone buildings actually manage to keep the heat out pretty good, and there's also a lot of shade under the large stone trees. But maybe it isn't wise to hang out under the trees, as the local Deleon population is in herding part of the year. It is rare for them to gather as a herd, but when they do it's to protect their young. This makes them way more riled up and likely to attack anything they deem as a threat.

Or maybe you're someone that likes to stay indoors in the summer. The Diner just off of the central square in Temba is usually open, with food laid out buffet style if you aren't lucky enough to catch one of the local He Rows who run it. There's also the Deep End, a bar in the towers in southeastern Temba where the alcohol is mostly free to access. Just remember not to bother the Colonel and you'll be fine. Maybe you can even pretend you're under water thanks to the wall of the space that is glass and looks into the water that fills the core of the tower complex, complete with local aquatic life. And, thankfully, no swimming Agrii. Yet.

OOC Note: If you require an Agrii for interaction for your TDM, please note it in the first comment. Mods will get to that as soon as they can.

Explore the Ships!

He Rows new and old can make use of the massive hangars in the northern part of Temba to access the shuttles that will carry you up to the currently orbiting Glitter Food and Peanut Party. When He Rows are off the planet, these serve as their homes, their bases of operations, and their vessels all in one. Each He Row has a room assigned to them on their ship, one only they can access. There are also spaces for workshops and labs, for cooking and growing things, and even, shockingly enough, a large green space with trees, grasses, ground covers, and even a large lake with sand leading on toward it. It shares a wall with the fake aquarium that makes up a wall of a bar like the Deep End. So it's a great place to go swimming provided you remember to wear something. All in all there is a massive ship to explore, and maybe you'll even meet your crew mates there. Plus the view of the stars from the dome in the middle of the green space is breathtakingly beautiful. Perhaps even the best view of stars some people have ever had the chance to see.

And, thankfully, the He Rows took care of that pseudo-ghostly problem they encountered in space. So you don't need to worry about seeing weird things, especially with the ship AI unit powered down.

Try the network!

The network is back up! Upon arrival, your character will have on their person a small, handheld communications device. Maybe they know exactly how to use a computer, smartphone, or tablet, and immediately blast out a text or video trying to figure out what's going on. Or maybe they're not so tech-savvy after all, and everyone is about to get a lovely shot right up your character's left nostril.

There be storms...

One of the first things a new He Row learns about upon arriving on Agra-10 (by means of touching a tempting glowing orb) is about the energy storms that ravaged and damaged the planet. The brave work of past He Rows in the Fall of 2024 has led to the diminishing of these storms. But just because the machines that were creating and sustaining them have been shut down does not mean that the last gusts of their power cannot be felt from time to time.

The weakened remnants of these power-altering storms blow over parts of the planet every once in a while. And sadly one of these last gusts of misery seems to be approaching. You can tell from the darkened sky and the flickering of electronics. You have the option to find shelter in one of the buildings to wait for it to pass. Unless, of course, you are caught unaware.

Should you wind up inside the storm, or even get lost in it, it will show ghosts of people you know and those you don't. It drains you of any super-human abilities and shuts down all technology and magic in its area. Are you going to seek the relative peace of the indoors? Or are you going to chase the whispers of people from your past? Maybe you will simply find yourself calling for help or stumble across another lost soul in need of assistance. One thing is for sure, this micro storm won't last long, no more than an hour at most, but it will be an experience like few others for the time that it is there.

As for the Agrii, well, thankfully the new weather monitoring system set up by the He Rows, they get enough warning to leave the surface or head into the deep caves before storms hit. Don't worry, they are safe! So don't expect to see them when you're caught up in the lingering final gasps of the storms.

More information can be found here.

Wildcard!

You're welcome to use any previous test drive scenarios or previous game events as a basis for a thread/situation, or simply make up your own! Keep in mind that you're currently stranded on a planet with only basic necessities, but there is enough food and fresh water. Creature comforts, however, seem to be distinctly lacking. Quite unlike a gathering of potentially dangerous creatures to encounter. The setting is yours to explore and have fun with!

 

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The Doctor (10) | Doctor Who

[cosmonaute]

I.) Ship Exploration — The Peanut Party (and The Glitter Food)

For The Doctor, you can never go wrong with getting lost inside of a big ol’ ship. They’re big, vast, humongous — Any word in the English language can perfectly describe most vessels. A blue spaceship? Correction. You mean a Big ol’ Blue Spaceship. It beautifully rolls off the tongue. Quite a shame that this isn’t a blue spaceship. Maybe next time then, eh?

For now, he will have to settle for poking around and soliciting strangers for a chat. He sticks that big ol’ head of his inside various locations around the ship from the Belly all the way to the Main Area.

Eventually, The Doctor finds one spot that catches his eye.

“Would you look at that?!” He exclaims as he makes a beeline for said object. If The Doctor can hold the object with his hands, then he will grab it and fiddle around with it (maybe shove it closer towards his face for closer inspection). If he can’t hold said object, then he will lean in closer to get a better look at the thing.

He takes a beat to get a good look at the object. A huge, toothy smile grows on his face. It teeters the line between a friendly stranger and a madman.

“Love a good thingamabob! Can’t get something like that anywhere else! It’s the type of thingamabob you can do many …things with, eh?”

[ ooc: Dealer’s choice on where your character is and what The Doctor might be holding. Don’t be shy about teasing him if he’s holding onto a regular degular fork. ]

II.) Network — { video ; un: thebananaman }

[ The video feed opens up to an extreme close-shot of The Doctor’s face. It takes a second before he realizes that the record button is on and pulls the camera away from his face. ]

Howdy! [ His face immediately falls into a grimace. ] No. Don't like that. When was I ever a person who goes about saying ‘Howdy!’ to people?

[ He takes another beat. ]

Never mind all that. Let’s talk about you all! An entire planet riddled with energy storms. Then you all come into the picture, put your heads together and keep the storms at bay. Not a simple task by any stretch of the imagination. How’d you all go about it? Electromagnetic pulse waves? Reserving the polarity? Love to hear all the nitty-gritty details about that!

III.) Wildcard — Choose your own adventure!

[ Throw a new prompt for The Doctor! I’m down for just about anything. Feel free to send me a PM me if you want to discuss any details. ]

1.

[3wingedangel]

A tall man with three blue wings is leaning on the counter with folded arms, watching in amusement as this unusual character continues his examination.

"That is a glitter dispenser," he says. "Its only real function is to make a mess."

II

[thepurpleone]

Not to mention it is a very dated term, even back home. Unless you live in like...Texas or something I guess.

[Why yes, that is a green face with a purple mask looking back at you. Are those eyebrows drawn on? He sounds young but then who knows.]

Eh, if only it was that simple. The whole storm fiasco was generated by some underground system, deep in an old, buried ship of some kind. Which I guess saved me the trouble of trying to build a blimp to get up into the storms themselves.

[He shrugs, still a bit sore, really, that his theories for the origin had been completely wrong.]

II

[terraformed_spaceruler]

[Terra couldn't help but chuff out a slightly amused chuckle as he crossed his arms over his chest and reclined himself back a bit.]

You almost amuse me, sir. [His voice is practically dripping with condescension, and in a way that would make someone notice how off it sounds. He is a Stardroid, after all.] And good on you on maintaining your dignity. If I were you, I wouldn't go as far to stoop myself down to a mere lowly being in saying such a greeting to everyone in public.

[Terra's face then darkens, his face almost unreadable and eerily so.] And speaking of what you call an energy storm, I recently had some of my powers affected by such a phenomenon. If my observations are correct, I believe the electromagnetic pulse of those storms are preventing me from being able to reach to my fullest potential. I wouldn't be surprised if it was affecting you too, sir.

I

[tempredmental]

[Keith spun when he heard someone pick up his bayard and start babbling away about it. He frowned, watching the guy for a moment, someone who looked oddly familiar as in a 'he might have been here before' kind of way, and then shook his head.]

You can do... 'things' with it. Depends on what you want to do.

[And if The Doctor could figure it out. Keith waited to see what kind of weapon it might turn into in the guy's hands.

That said, though, he was ready to pull his other weapon, a dagger tucked away in a sheath on the back of his belt, just in case The Doctor did figure it out and attack. Keith had been attacked by surprise a few too many times recently, and he didn't trust this might be some alternate and meaner version...]

Terra / SRN-001 | Hitoshi Ariga's Mega Man Gigamix

[terraformed_spaceruler]

Summer in Temba and Sh'Ka
Today was not a good day. Absolutely not. What was supposed to be a rather quick death on Terra's part slowly turned into one of the most excruciatingly slow and painful instances of what one would call "hellish" pain.

Terra landed wrong, and indignantly so. He woke up groggily to a clear blue sky and the blinding sun as he tightly clutched at his chest. After taking a wary glance around his surroundings, the Stardroid leader then scanned the rest of the area.

This was not Earth at all.

Terra then attempted to open up his comms and contact the rest of his Stardroids. No response. Then, he tried again. Silence.

With a shaky, yet exasperated huff, Terra finally heaved himself up to his feet and squinted into the skies and beyond. He's not going to like this, now isn't he?

There be storms...
Well, this is just terrible. Not only does there appear to be a lack of fear and despair needed to summon the Dark Moon, but summoning the Dark Moon itself seems to be an impossible feat!

Luckily, the storm didn't seem to affect his ability to teleport, so Terra did what any other smart person would do — take shelter and pray that whatever that storm was passes through with none of the damage. Eventually, Terra finds himself in uncharted territory and he threaded his fingers through his hair with a rather unreadable look on his face.

Once that storm passes, Terra knew for a fact that there is going to be a lot to unpack for sure.

Wildcard!
Feel free to toss me anything you like to Terra! We can also discuss it thru the DMs if you want more detail ;0c

Summer

[3wingedangel]

Something is flying in the sky above. It might seem like a bird, but as it drops lower, it’s a man with three blue wings and long silver hair.

“Hello,” he greets. “Are you alright?”

Summer

[tempredmental]

Keith spotted someone new by the fountain, though Kosmo had seen the person first. The Great Dane sized, blue patterned wolf with thick fur came bounding over to see who this new person was. Keith called out.

"Hold it!"

The wolf stopped on command about ten yards from the newcomer, turning back to Keith who was coming up to meet him. He had an extremely faint limp in his right leg and, when close enough, the faint remnants of some healing scrapes along the left side of his face. Though, that was nothing compared to the burn scar that created something of a triangular shape across most of his right cheek, but that looked much older than the scrapes. Even without the evidence of injury, the young man was clearly a fighter with his athletic build and how he moved with the practiced grace of someone very aware of his body and it's position in the space around him.

"You alright?" he asked, noticing that the person on the ground was starting to come around to awareness.

oh hay stranger - stormz

[thepurpleone]

Despite all the work he's put in and for all that the early warning system he'd helped install for the Agrii, and for them, it is still annoying that the storms still exist at all. But Donnie supposes it makes sense that an environment that had been altered artificially would take time to 'heal' itself and return to whatever amounted for normalcy.

According to the Wanderer, the climate isn't normally to such extremes come the summer and winter seasons. And yet already he can tell that a difference has been made. He remembered his first summer experience in Temba and it had been utterly horrible, not being able to get anywhere without feeling like you were cooking.

The rain is nice so long as it doesn't bring with it faces of those he hasn't seen in a long while. It's actually almost pleasant-feeling given the summer warmth, and if it hadn't been for the fact that his tech isn't functioning, Donnie could have believed it to be a normal storm. Almost. He's paranoid about most storms that fall so long as he's on this planet. Well, at least he doesn't have too much actual tech to trouble him for malfunctioning. As it is, he currently walks along, armed with, of all things, a gardening hoe. With the weather being warm he forgoes his hoodie, wearing only his usual knee and elbow pads aside from his beltpouches. His replacement battle shell is still a work in progress and the 'Lite' version he'd made is uncomfortable in this weather, so he goes without.

Summer

[butterfly_kiss]

Liking Agra-10, it turned out, was not a necessary qualification for being there. Take, for instance, the experiences of one Dr. Tae Takemi, of Tokyo before she was kidnapped to this place. She looked to be in quite the huff as she walked past the fountain square, a big over her shoulder and her attention caught up on her communication device.

Until, that was, she caught sight of someone just out of the corner of her eyes.

Someone definitely not familiar.

So here she was, taking a moment to stare at Terra.

"Are you another EXO, like Cayde? Though I suppose neither he nor Felwinter possessed something like hair..."

Max Mayfield | Stranger Things + TRP CRAU

[madginger]

Re-entry
[ cw: attempted murder, impending death/sacrifice, this is really more for introspection to set the stage ]

For a brief moment, all Max knows is Vecna’s scarred and twisted face, boring into her soul and impending death. There isn’t anything else to remember, except concern and worry for her friends and how bad things are about to get. Then, right before her body can break, Max finds herself struggling to breathe, next to a familiar first data point on a planet she forgot for a scant few seconds.

“What?” She’s not ungrateful that the act of sacrificing stopped, or that Vecna is gone, but she’s confused. Max’s arms go around herself as she pulls her knees up to her chest, sitting on the ground, and she looks around, to make sure this isn't some sort of dream. Then Agra starts to come back to her mind, slowly. The people she met there, new friends. The adventures she was having. The Agrii, who she wants to help. Piloting. It’s so much fun, more fun than driving, even.

And then Billy. Her brother!

She scrambles for her device.


Network Post
[ She doesn’t even check to see who is still there and Max keeps it to voice. She sounds distraught and slightly confused, as the moment from home haunts her and mingles with the far kinder memories of Agra. She hasn’t had time to miss anyone, but she still needs someone, or something, solid to touch. ]

I don’t know who’s here. Billy? Donnie? Robin? Harrington? Tommy? Eddie? Just...anyone.

[ Her rapid breathing starts to calm down. ]

Everyone’s okay, right? [ She’s not as bossy as last time she got on the Network and demanded a Hawkins rollcall, but as Max starts to collect herself, her tone sounds firmer and ready to make demands, again. ]

If you’re still here, you better not have caused any trouble while I was gone. ‘Cause, apparently, I’m missing some time. If these dates are right.


Summer in Temba (Beach)
Once she’s calmed down, Max is nearly drawn to the waves and sand, siren’s call too loud to ignore, too impossible to deny. She learned to accept Hawkins, to get on there, and has friends she adores there, and she’s even embraced Agra, to a degree, also adores her friends here, but she misses California, down in her core, like it’s part of her. That might be something the siblings share.

She doesn’t even get a change of clothes, just wades out into the waves to let the water wash over her. Maybe it’s part of what helps her recenter herself.

Anyone can just pull her out of this reverie, but for now, she’s more content to feel like the only person around for miles, until she’s ready to be more put together, again.


Summer in Temba (The Diner)
Max grabs a plate of food and ducks into a booth to eat it, then goes back for seconds. She’s eating like it’s been a while, and maybe it hasn’t, but she’s hungry, and maybe near death experiences will do that to a person, make them want to experience everything at once. She’ll taper off, eventually, and sit in the booth with a grin on her face as she lets the meal digest.

Anyone can slip into the booth, she’ll glare at them, at first, but some conversation can calm her down. For the most part, though, she’s going to keep to herself musing things over, for now.


Explore the Ships! Peanut Party
When Max gets herself back together and calms down, one of the first places she goes is back to the Peanut Party ship. To her, she’s been gone a grand total of a few seconds, but she still feels sentimental about walking the ship, again. She makes her way to the cockpit, but along the way, if anyone wants to stop her, she’ll at least give them a brief smile, before she glares.

“What is it? I’m in the middle of important business,” she tells them, arms crossed, then gives a chuckle as her face breaks out into a smile, again.

“Just kidding. It’s fun to say that sometimes. You need something?”


Driver’s Seat
If she’s not alone, Max doesn’t notice, not at first. She runs her fingers over the seat of the second cockpit chair and her lips turn up. It’s not long before she just hops in the seat and leans back, smile on her face growing stronger. Max loves driving this ship, and she won’t even deny it. There’s an exhilarating feel to flying, to controlling this giant beast, and she feels more at home here than anything else since coming to Agra.

Whether someone enters the cockpit, or anyone else in the cockpit finally makes a noise, her head snaps up and she turns toward the sound to scold, “Do you have permission to be here?” but no matter her tone, Max still has a giant grin on her face.

[ OOC Notes: I plan to keep her memories from her first run here, and apply as CRAU, so she’ll remember everyone she knew before and what happened prior to her disappearance. Will do brackets, past, present, prose, whichever is most comfortable - I will follow. Feel free to contact me on plurk: metaljean, this journal, or discord: midknightcat to discuss ideas. ]

2 - But Action

[doubled_speed]

[Of course Tommy sees the message when it comes up on the Network. Of course he knows his foolish boyfriend won't see it at first. Of course he isn't going to text her back. There is something more important to do.

Which is of course what leads to a few weird things happening around Max in a blur of wind and silver/white light. For one thing a towel appears over her shoulders to dry off off from the fountain. Another second later a plate with what looks like chocolate chip cookies (and are chocolate chip cookies) and a chocolate milkshake appears on the edge of the fountain. After that a note appears on the plate with 'Please Hold For Idiot'.

And speaking of idiots, there's Tommy, appearing behind his boyfriend on the beach while he works on the car. There's a brief squeeze of a hug as he wraps his arms around Billy from behind.]

Hey babe, got a surprise for you.

[He removes whatever tool it is from Billy's hand without permission and whispers on more thing in his ear.]

Close your eyes.

[There's only a moment for Billy to obey before Tommy is lifting him up and carrying him away to the fountain. All told there's only two minutes grand total between when Max posts to the network and when Billy is put standing in front of her, with Tommy off to Billy's side with his hands out gesturing to Billy in a 'tada' sort of pose.]

Diner

[work_wife]

Excuse you, Max, there is one person that is going to sit across from you and not get glared at. Especially since a dog comes with her to curl up under the table.

"Little Bear, you don't fit," Robin sighs, but there's no use in telling the massive hound that.

Then she sighs and looks at Max.

"So, I'm guessing your dingus won't have updated you on stuff. I'm here to deliver on that, if you want."

Network Post

[crystalmaster]

[Radley comes on in concern.]

Hey, are you okay?

Most of them are still here, I think.... I haven't seen Eddie....

Summer in Temba - Beach

[hauntcursed]

Andrew had never lived by the ocean before, but between Tennessee and Ohio, he'd been in plenty of ponds and lakes. He did have to admit there was something nice about the sound of the waves, rhythmic against the sand, the smell of the water. Except he realized after a moment that he wasn't the first person there, and that made him hang back a bit, pulling down on the brim of his cap while he tried to figure out how to approach this all now. He didn't think she'd noticed him yet, but- lingering and staring would make him seem like a creep, so he was going to have to deal with the nerves trying to squeeze his lungs.

His face was a wreck, bruised jaw to forehead on one side, a black eye, his lip split, and he didn't think the salt water would feel good on his split and scabbed knuckles, either--which was why he wasn't planning on dunking those bits into the ocean.

Clearing his throat, he stooped a bit to work off his sneakers, trying to keep his balance in the sand. "Hey," he called, wrestling with his socks next, stuffing each one into a sneaker when he'd gotten them free, "I didn't want to spook you, so I thought I'd give you a heads up." Instead of just plowing into the water or making it seem like he was sneaking up on her.

"I just want to wade in a bit." And by 'a bit' he meant that after he was done knotting the sneaker laces together so he could sling them over his shoulder, he was rolling up the cuffs of his jeans so he could keep them dry.

network;

[faceguy]

Weeell, I’m not on that list of names even though I’m the coolest one here but I can help you with that.

You deeefinitely missed some stuff.

[Network]

[thepurpleone]

[That there is the sound of someone totally dropping their tablet and then scrambling to try picking it up.

And then he hesitates, because he doesn't want to get his hopes up, because he's been fooled too many times. He hates it, this newfound paranoia, but he still opens up windows to check the directory even as he cautiously responds.]

....Max?

Andrew Blur | Summer Sons

[hauntcursed]

[OOC: while I default to brackets, I'm perfectly happy to switch to prose for anyone who prefers! <3]

I - In need of a drink - (The Deep End)

[This was- a mess. Everything was a mess. Andrew couldn't make up his mind yet if this was all really happening or he'd finally cracked under the stress of grief and Eddie's haunt and trying to figure out what the fuck had happened. And what the fuck he was doing with his life now. The answer to the last question, at least, was that he was making a mess of things.

He looked it, too, with the way his face was still bruised jaw to forehead, one eye blackened, though his busted lip was a little less awful looking, and the inside of his mouth was slowly healing. His knuckles were scabbed and bruised, less swollen but no less wrecked. Between that and the fact that everything he was wearing, except his sneakers, had come from Eddie's wardrobe, even the sea-green flat bill hat next to him on the table, and he felt about ready to just- wallow. In everything.

Alcohol probably wasn't the best for the healing cuts in his mouth, and he didn't even know what, exactly, he was drinking, but the bottle wasn't about to be pried out of his hands. This was...it was a lot to take in. He didn't know where to start. Fucking- Vanderbilt and the haunt and the ghost shit and- it'd already been so much. He lifted the bottle, took a rough, long swallow, and then another, before setting the bottle down heavily, with a loud sound against the tabletop, as he sputtered. Drinking too fast and burning his tender sinuses with the alcohol was really just the fucking icing on the cake.

That wasn't why he lashed out though, slamming his foot into the leg of the chair across from him, sending it skittering a bit, scraping noisily on the floor. The chair was fine, in the end, a lot better off than he was, and he dropped his forehead to the table with a thunk--also inadvisable, all things considered.]

Fuck.

[He swore loudly, curling an arm up to dig his fingers into his messy hair, palm resting on the stubble of his undercut. Apparently, in addition to his limit on hard conversations per month, he needed a new one for overwhelming situations per month.]

II - On the Network - (Temba)

[The video feed opened to show...not Andrew. No one in sight, just something that might be a ceiling, or maybe the side of a building. The only thing that was certain was that he'd set the device down, aimed away from him.]

What. The fuck. Just-

[His slow inhale and then sigh were both audible.]

Someone explain all this shit to me like- like I'm fucking five. Lay terms.

[Or, more like he had a splitting headache and needed bite-sized chunks of information so as to not be overwhelmed. Somehow, he doubted he would get it bite-sized.]

And yes, I know. I got the rundown, it's just-

[He made a frustrated noise and didn't finish. He felt stupid asking for the information again, but the truth was, he hadn't really processed it properly the first time around.]

III - The eye of the storm - (Temba)

[The storm both was and wasn't the sort of thing he'd expected from the weather. He knew when it was really kicking up, not just from the darkened sky and horror movie-esque flickering of electronics, but from the way he suddenly felt settled. The lack of sensation gnawing at his bones, the lack of deep rooted itching, was enough to have him lingering just inside the doorway of a building. It was quiet inside his head, inside his body, and Andrew hadn't experienced that in years, somewhere around a decade.

The feeling of just being able to breathe, without everything else tugging at him, was enticing enough on its own. It made him want to fling the door open wide and step out. He didn't, but the temptation was strong. And then he heard a familiar voice, a voice he'd recognize anywhere, at any time, whispering his name. His head jerked up and he leaned forward, his breath caught in his chest.

He heard it again, both like it was coming from outside, past the window, and inside, next to him. He did open the door now, but didn't step out, unsure.]

Eddie?

[This wasn't a haunt. It couldn't be--or maybe it could, but he couldn't feel a thing. Like there was nothing with him but himself. Which meant- which meant he didn't fucking know what was going on, and he really wanted to step out, into the storm.

The whispers came again, louder, clearer; come home. Andrew lurched forward, in the doorway now, half a step properly outside. He took a shuddering breath, reaching for his left wrist, and pressed his fingers to the tattoo there, the blurred dots of ink that circled his wrist.]

This isn't real, this isn't real.

[He muttered the words, low, to himself. But the problem was, he'd made a habit of piss poor decisions, and that likely wasn't about to change now. So if he saw the specter of Eddie out in the storm, if he beckoned to Andrew, he'd follow. Unless someone pulled him back, or he heard someone else out in the storm--he'd help them, if he could.]

IV - Wildcard!

[Feel free to run into Andrew in some other situation, with some other sort of shenanigans!]

II - On the Network [audio]

[in_extremis]

[Click, click, the phone is evidently moving around a fair bit, before briefly stilling for a staticy sigh]

Which part is confusing to you?

[More shuffling before the voice is really muffled and slurred, does he have it in his mouth??]

Issh i' da aliems?

[Okay, that's not working, more sighing, rattling. At least it's clearer now]

Or the time travel? Or are we going back to the concept of wearing pants? You know what pants are?

I

[ziedrich_bearer]

"I do find that about sums up the situation here, every time I think of it."

For a man as large as Gladio was, he sure knew how to be sneaky when he needed to be. Or perhaps Andrew was just too caught up in his situation to even consider the fact that someone else might be there. But here Gladio was, one of the few residents of the towers that housed The Deep End, with a stack of papers under one arm as he moved confidently to a table near to but not directly next to the young man.

He dropped his stack of materials on the table and immediately went to the counter of the bar to grab a bottle of ruby red liquid and a glass.

"You're new," he observes as he looked at Andrew at last. "Guessing adjustment is hard? Probably harder now that the Agrii are actually on the surface I guess."

network; video

[faceguy]

[Andrew may not be expecting the reptilian face that blinks through the device after him a bit after he posts.]

Oh, hey, a new guy! [Leo grins.] Well, where do you want me to start? The aliens or the planet?

Catra | She-Ra and the Princesses of Power (Returning)

[heeeyadora]

Summer

It's hoooot, and as much as Catra might secretly enjoy dozing in a sunbeam from time to time, this is too much for her. But the pool or beach are out of the question, so she's had to find other means of keeping cool. Draped dramatically over the steps, she's made herself quite the obstacle to anyone trying to enter or exit the library, with a number of mothcats adding to the chaos.

"If you're going to try and get me into the water you can turn right back around," she growled in warning.

Network: Text

Spill the dirt, what fun stuff have I missed? Not the boring stuff about the city or the pink punks, I want the drama.

my most horrible child

[in_extremis]

This was a tedious enough job in the heat and with the persistent vertigo that encountering the steps now inundated with cats made Tony stop with a long, slow sigh, eyes closed behind his sunglasses. The first thing he had to try was getting around the traffic jam, hoisting the box he carried with a rattle up his chest to try to see better beyond it as he picked his teetering way around tails and claws. When he was finally clear enough to the grass, he let the box drop heavily, to thump and jangle in a way that he hoped was annoying, and mostly only rattled his own headache around. The mothcats barely twitched, used to his clanging. Now he had irritated himself enough to plant his hands on his hips, lips pursed as he cast around for a more direct attack. If it was water that she had on the mind, he had just the thing.

Seconds and some stomping later, he stood for a moment of tense silence where he had dropped his box, then a distinct hiss filled the air, followed by a pattering overhead against the glass of the windows. The sound of the spray of water arcing across the side of the building was like a clean tear of paper, terminating in a shower over the stairs that sent the mothcats scattering.

Summer

[3wingedangel]

A tall man with long silver hair and three dark blue wings was looking down at her. He grunted. "I would like you off the steps, but why would I want you in the water?" he deadpanned.