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WINTER TEST DRIVE MEME
WINTER TEST DRIVE MEME
Application FAQ | Taken Characters | Reserves | Application
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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Explore the city!
Most of the buildings are run down and have clearly been abandoned for years; fortunately, the water treatment center appears to be working, but power is intermittent and unreliable. What used to be stores or places to live in lies in ruins, but there may still be something to scavenge among the rubble. Do you want to risk a swim in the flooded area that has turned into a deep lake that has yet to be fully explored; or does it draw you to some of the more prominent and partially restored buildings, such as the hotel, the hospital or the amphitheater.
If you are lucky, you might even stumble over The Deep End, the bar located on one of the mid-levels of the tower residences in one of the residence towers. Unfortunately no bright neon signs can lead you there, but it does exist.
Visit the spaceships!
Maybe look around anyway. Or try your hand at some repairs?
Try the network!
There be storms...
Should you step 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 tries its best to keep you from getting to its origin. Are you going to try anyways? 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.
More information can be found here.
Wildcard!
✧ Premise ✧ FAQ ✧ Rules ✧ Test Drive ✧ Taken ✧ Reserves ✧ Application ✧
✧ Map ✧ Devices & Network ✧ Data Points ✧ Ships ✧ Flora ✧ Fauna ✧ Supply Requests ✧
✧ Player Plot Suggestion ✧ Player Contacts ✧ Player Permission Code ✧ Hiatus ✧ Drop ✧
Thanatos // Hades
The surface world was still riddled with mysteries, but was oft visited enough that Thanatos did not think he could be so surprised. A desolate city, towering far taller than anything he had seen yet in his work, and permeated with the scents of death; decay, emptiness dread. These streets should have been familiar. He could hear the wind more than he could feel it, protected as he was between the high walls, making him feel hunted and shudder.
But he was called here for a reason, and the work had to be done. He turned slowly, away from the trickling water of the fountain, raising a hand for something that definitely wasn't a butterfly to land delicately, its short, translucent wings buzzing as it bumbled into his palm. Thanatos narrowed his eyes but followed regardless as it took to the air again, floating silently in its path toward the dead.
That buzzing it made as it flew grew louder, increasing exponentially as the insect led Death into a hive.
b. network // mass text
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[Why does he have this thing, and why is it doing this when he touches it?]
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Creatures....!!!?
"Yes. Yes he did."
"Like, knowingly?"
"He did appear to be following an insect."
"Damn."
The exchange was made in a nearby tree where the hooded Hunter Vanguard perched up on a tree limb, his Ghost floating at just about his eyeline, at his side. Shaking his head, Cayde dropped down, first reaching for his Ace of Spades and then reconsidering, instead grabbing his Graq-gun instead. ...he needed a better name for that thing, but if he was going to shoot insects, he wasn't wasting bullets.
Sundance decompiled in a brief sparkling light as the Exo started for the hive, looking for the crazy guy that had just wandered into the midst of it. Or maybe he was the crazy one for following.
...creatures!
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Din Djarin/Mando | Star Wars: The Mandalorian | Season 2 spoilers, as the kid's name will be used
A. First Breath
After returning to Agra-10, Din found his way to the hangar, looking at the condition of the ships. There's a cloth bag, slung across his chest and tucked under his left arm. The small form of the child looks out at them with large eyes from the bag. He makes a small noise as his gaze turns up to his caretaker.
"Let's have a look." Din comments, his steps almost automatically leads him toward the First Breath, and there's a sigh as the door obediently opens up for him. He steps inside, his boots thumping against the hard metal floors. It wasn't that long ago that his own ship was in bad shape as well, and he's careful in his steps as he moves, taking in the damage, and wondering just what they had missed.
A while later, he's found tools, and can be found inside or outside of the ship, doing repairs. The green child sits not too far away watching.
"Hey buddy." Din says, looking away from the repairs, addressing the kid. "Bring me that tool, will ya?" The child perks up, and stands up to toddle over to the tools, he picks one up, and holds it up to show the Mandalorian with an inquiring look. "Yes, that's it. Bring it here."
B. Network
[At some point he's going to check in, too. See who was still here, and to get answers.
As the camera comes on, there's the form of the familiarish silver t-visored helmet. From somewhere off camera, there's a soft 'patu' noise. For now the Mandalorian ignores it, and instead addressing the camera.]
So...what did we miss?
C. Wildcard!
[Want something else? go ahead.]
A - No need to avoid spoilers with me I’ve seen it lol.
Shrouded in a brown cloak and sticking to the shadows, the man watched from a distance. Blending in with the hull that he had ducked behind. Brows furrowed though as recognition dawned upon him. He knew that armor, or at least the people that wore it. However, what really got his attention was the small creature with the Mandalorian. Gaze focused intently on the little green toddler as he brought a tool to the man he was with.
Of all things that Obi-Wan Kenobi expected you find in this place, that was not it. Questions were already coming to mind, but for now, he continued to watch.
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a; no worries with spoilers I'm all caught up
His gaze follows the child's, landing on the armored man crouched by the side of the First Breath. Teddy had not encountered these two during their first time on Agra-10, but he had been told about them by his boyfriend, Billy, their former shipmate.
And there could only be so many armored guys going around with small green alien children, right?
"Um, hi." Teddy approaches the both of them with a little wave and crooked smile. "Did you both just get back? Billy will be glad to see the little guy again. I'm Teddy. Billy's boyfriend. He mentioned you two before."
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A- Spoilers fine
"You're back!?" He hurries to greet them, hesitating belatedly to check- "It is you, right? You remember me?" That would be awkward if they're some version of them who've never been here.
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He makes his way over to Mando, carefully stepping around other tools and parts in his path. Making a small noise, he holds the tool out to him. Here you go!
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Obi-Wan Kenobi | Star Wars
He is not impressed. Obi-Wan Kenobi has seen and gone through a great deal in his time, but this is one of the strangest. Having been whisked away from his seclusion in the desert to a run down city on a planet he's never even heard of. It might not have been terrible if he didn't have a purpose aside from wasting away in the middle of nowhere. But now he was in the middle of some other nowhere having been robbed of that purpose. This is far from ideal, even if it allows him to hide further away from the reaches of the newly formed Empire. He knows no one here, though at least he was given proper information when he first arrived. A small blessing even if it was far beyond his wishes.
Carefully walking the streets of this strange, broken city, one Jedi went exploring. Looking over the ruins and not-so-ruined buildings, keeping his distance from other beings as he sized everything up. Reaching out into the Force to sense what life surrounded him, and... there wasn't much.
His brown cloak billowing behind him as he went. The sound of something behind him caused the man to whirl around, his lightsaber instantly in hand as the weapon came to life. The glowing blue blade humming with energy, the knight poised to attack should he need to. Blue eyes fixed on whatever, or whoever, had tried to sneak up on him.
B. Spaceships for a Space Wizard
Eventually his wanderings led him to the hangar where a series of ships were lined up. The robed figure strolling past each of the large space faring vehicles, looking them up and down and judging each one. They were not exactly what he was familiar with, but a ship was a ship, and he knew his way around them.
It wasn't until he came to the last one, designated the Starduck, that the hatch opened for him. Brows raising curiously, the Jedi ducked inside to take a look around. Snooping through the ship, he took a look in each of the rooms, eventually coming to the cockpit and studying the controls. When he was satisfied he made his way out again. Taking a few minutes to more carefully study the exterior of this particular vessel.
Perhaps you run into him inside or just notice him curiously looking things over. Either way, it's clear that this man knows a thing or two about ships as he studies them. Standing there and stroking his beard thoughtfully as he considers them, the Starduck in particular.
C. Wildcard!
((Want to thread something else? Go for it!))
Heheheh
His metal face certainly declares he's a robot of some kind, but he wears clothing, his armor mostly leather with a few pieces in metal. Blue optics shutter in a blink, and then all at once he casts off the awkwardness and actually appears to grin. Amber light spills from his throat as he greets, "Hey there! Who are you and why're you on my ship?"
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Cerryl || L.E. Modesitt's Recluce Saga
This new development was nothing short of overwhelming. Even now, Cerryl wasn't sure whether it was just his chaos-order senses gone askew from...whatever had happened to have brought him to this place, or just the unpleasant after-effects of having touched that strange orb. Darkness, but that had been an experience, and having so much information suddenly just in his head was downright unsettling. He wasn't even sure where to even begin with how to process it all.
The city was old, dilapidated, its structures not at all familiar to him by way of design from what he could tell. Despite it being considerably warmer than where he had been, the white mage shivered and hunched his shoulders in the travel-worn white leather coat he wore, more off-white than what it started out as for the months of being on the road, traveling on horseback. His clothing had fared only slightly better, a white shirt and tunic, pants, even boots. He wondered if he looked as out of place as he felt.
Still feeling like he was walking through some kind of dream, Cerryl started to look around at the places near what seemed like the town square. The buildings here looked like someone had been making use of them at least, but it was so oddly empty and quiet that he wondered if anyone was around at all.
Spaceship
Anyone that came across the young man would probably be able to guess that he had no idea what he was looking at. The ships in the hangar were unlike anything he'd ever seen before. They looked to be entirely metal, and as to what purpose they served, he couldn't begin to guess.
At first Cerryl was rather cautious- more so than usual, about approaching the strange things. His curiosity got the better of him, and it didn't appear that the metal was any sort of iron, which was a relief. He circled one, even going so far as to place a hand upon it after he was certain he wouldn't get burned. The order embodied by the construct wasn't nearly as much as what the blacksmith had poured into his iron toys, and he even detected some amount of chaos intertwined with it. Was it meant to be some sort of building? There were lines that suggested a doorway, but he saw no way to open them.
Let's EXPLORE!
The voice calling out to Cerryl belongs to a tall man clad in dark leathers in a very contrasting way to Cerryl himself - A man that hasn't been standing where he is standing now a moment ago. Or at least that's what most people would have claimed, were there people around to claim anything.
Loki keeps his posture casual and nonthreatening, offering a smile as he steps forward, hands out and open before him.
"Can I help you?"
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The Child | The Mandalorian | here there be Season 2 spoilers
This is an unfamiliar planet, and he's still not entirely sure how he ended up there. It's strange... But exciting. Oblivious to any potential dangers, Grogu wanders around. The spaceships don't interest him. The buildings are mildly interesting. He's mostly curious, however, about the croaking sound he hears in the distance. His ears angle towards the noise and he tilts his head, making a curious sound. Clearly, this must be investigated!
Somehow (don't question it, the kid has his ways) he makes his way down to the flooded area, following those croaks. There they are! He licks his lips, his eyes widening. Oh don't they look delicious! Slowly, he creeps towards the closest croaker, hands outstretched. He reaches for it... And it hops out of his reach. He frowns, making an annoyed noise as he follows it. Of course, he doesn't notice the larger creature following him...
B. Where
everybodynobody knows your nameIt might be a good idea to find people. There were dangerous things out there and he's, well, bite sized. Sure he has the Force but he can only do so much before the battery needs to recharge. What would Mando do?
Go to the local bar.
The door opens to reveal a tiny green child in a beige robe. He looks around, cooing to himself. His big ears raise, taking in all the sounds of the place. Unsure what to do next, he toddles in and looks for an empty table.
Wildcard
((Any other ideas? Bring it on! He's got limited icons til I can make some S2 pretties.))
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"Huh. You're lucky I don't have an age limit here, kid," a voice speaks up from the counter area of the bar. At a glance one might think him a droid, and while they wouldn't be wrong that he's a robot, he certainly moves more fluidly than any droid. Cayde leans across the counter with a bit of a lopsided grin. "...ain't I seen you before somewhere?"
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Kaz Brekker|| Six of Crows
It had been a rather rude awakening since this was most definitely not where Kaz had gone to sleep. His cane was neatly laid alongside him so his trademark shuffled steps preceded him wherever he went. At first, he took a moment to look at the fountain and trace around the square it was located in, marking it on his mental map. Then the large and mostly transparent building was next, Kaz also mentally marking it on his map. From there he could see a blocky building with what appeared to be a tower attached to it. Making a beeline for the tower the rhythmic sound of Kaz's cane punctuated his steps.
Try the Network
[ Kaz has never seen anything like a smartphone before so the first order of business for him is to take it apart and see how it works. He hasn't gotten that far when it suddenly powers on of its own accord and since the screen is pointed face up, the first view of Kaz on the network is a worm's eye view of a boy with black hair and matching black eyes. He's holding part of the case over the camera in one gloved hand and raises an eyebrow at the phone. ]
It looks like you're glass but now you're a glowing picture?
[ His voice is a rocksalt rasp, as though he gargled with whiskey and broken glass every morning. ]
There be storms
When the wind picked up, Kaz only pulled his coat a bit tighter around him. When the rain started to drizzle, he first tried to ignore it, being a canal rat meant you got used to getting wet. But when both picked up more he ducked inside the hulking remains of a building to wait out the worst of the storm. After he pulled his coat off to shake it out he saw the boy standing across from him and stilled. The boy couldn't be older than 14, his clothes simple and had obviously been patched many times. He had the same dark hair and eyes as Kaz, though he wore a simple floppy hat over that hair.
"...Jordie." said Kaz in almost a whisper.
"How could you let him get away with that?" the ghost of Jordie asked.
Explore~
At a glance he could already tell that this was no one he'd come to know for the time he'd been here, and it was sadly easy to pick out a new face. "Hey," the red-haired teenager called out, raising a hand to wave as he continued forward.
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Cobb Vanth | The Mandalorian
This was not any city on Tatooine. Cobb could tell that much given the distinct lack of sand everywhere and the color green among the rubble. It looked like a place the Empire had blown up. Having never been off planet in his life Cobb was a little uneasy as he walked around, looking for someone to ask where the stars he had ended up.
And then he stopped short.
In the distance was more water than he had ever seen in his entire life. More water than he had ever imagined. Logically he knew there were planets out there that were entirely water but his planet was entirely sand and water was pulled out of the air. It was never, ever this much.
He took a tentative step towards it and stopped again, simply staring at it.
B. Network
[ This technology is at least a little familiar. Not that Cobb's ever had a communicator of his own but hey, it works like a holovid, right? Those are simple enough.
Cobb's expression is a little tense and he sounds annoyed when he speaks. ]
Well, hello there. If anyone can tell me what's going on I'd sure appreciate a heads up.
C. Wildcard.
[ Insert flavor of choice here. ]
B!
What. Are you trying to tell me you failed to read the script?
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Maybe should have mentioned that I'm an odd-timezone-person
No worries. I'm chill about these things. Tag when you can.
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hello!
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A - Howdy partner
Howdy!
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Cara Dune | The Mandalorian
It's about damn time she found a bar. Cara knew there had to be one around somewhere; it was just a matter of finding it. Never mind she hadn't been looking for it when she stumbled across The Deep End, but she wasn't about to turn away now. She could use a drink. Cara paused in the doorway, taking in the scene, before heading for the bar itself.
It's an odd enough thing even being here and she's definitely ready for a drink.
Or three. Or seven. Whatever it took.
Cara ordered a drink and took up a spot as conspicuous as possible, raising her glass to anyone who might turn in her direction. This is her, looking for distraction.
B. The Hangar
Cara stood in front of one of the ships, hands on her hips and face contorted into an expression of plain disgust. None of the ships were anywhere close to space-worthy. They'd take weeks - if not months - of repair from actual professionals.
Instead, there's Cara and she was better at destruction than repair.
Heaving a sigh, she approached the nearest ship and did nothing but poke at one of the access panels. "Okay, no," she says, abruptly straightening, "I'm not doing this.
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"Cara?"
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Ripley 8 | Alien Resurrection | OTA (Will match prose/brackets)
i: Deep End
Maybe it was her otherness that picked up on where most of the bodies might be, but without fail, she found herself in a part of this new city where all the 'meat' was. The sounds of it were almost familiar, and she slunk in and kept herself to the edges as she just... watched for a little while. She could be lured over with a nod or a smile, or just the offer of a drink and more information. While new, she didn't seem overly concerned about that fact.ii: Spaceships
This was more her speed, more her area of expertise. The smell of recycled air, the grease and metal that hung in the air, the static of electricity that played over and through the equipment. This was what she'd been born into, after all. And while she was still trying to piece together how she'd gotten here despite that 'download' from the globe, the idea of a ship being available to take her out of there if she wanted was tempting.Or, it had been until she'd seen the state of them. The Betty was held together better than these, and that was saying something. She walked down the line of them, pausing when she stopped in front of one labeled 'Bishop'. That triggered something in Ellen's memories, and Ripley held her hand up to the security panel. It hissed open with a grating sound of metal. "Well, isn't that convenient."
iii: Network
username: ripleyAnyone have any idea how to get off this hunk of rock?
iv: Wildcard
Got an idea? Like to come across her elsewhere? Feel free to pick a spot in the city she might have wandered to. Or another ship to peek into.ii
"What is it Buddy?" he called, before catching sight of the new arrival. "He's friendly," he promised with a teasing smile, gesturing to the droid, "They assign you to Bishop? You should be glad, she comes with a hell of a pilot."
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Kyle Broflovski | South Park (au) | OTA
While the admittedly awesome glowing orb had certainly provided enough information to at least keep panic at bay, it sure didn't do a lot to explain much else. So naturally the only thing to do is to wander around and possibly get killed.
Kyle has a long history of doing this sort of thing.
He winds up at the edge of the mine. Oh, sure, there's plenty of other things to look at, but that is one hugeass hole in the ground, and it sure sounds and smells like something is going on down there. Kyle is tall and gangling and generally pretty uncoordinated, so it should come as no surprise that he slips at the edge while peering into the mine and slides down the side. He manages to stop himself from falling very far, but he's definitely stuck clinging for dear life to rocks and debris, just low enough that he can't pull himself up onto sturdy ground again.
"Uh, hey?! Anybody? Little help?"
2. The Deep End
Oh thank god, there's a bar.
For one thing, a bar means there are in fact people around. For another, if you're going to be stuck in some sort of dystopian hellhole, the addition of alcohol can certainly makes things seem a lot more tolerable.
He's more or less impossible to miss with his curly mop of red hair, perched at one of the tables and looking more resigned than anything else. If you catch his eye he'll wave, still completely unimpressed with life.
3. Network: Text
so this is a dumb fucking question but i'm pretty sure i just saw what happens when a chameleon fucks a snail and i kinda wanna know if it's poisonous.
also hey hi i have no idea what's going on here.
4. Wildcard me if you want!
voice || un: archivist
Well. Apparently this is really just some poor soul confused by Temba's wildlife. ]
While... I believe I know which creatures you're talking about, Mr. Broflovski, I'm afraid I haven't tried figuring out that particular fact about them. Though refraining from touching or even attempting to eat anything we can't surely consider safe may be advisable.
As for the rest of your message... I assume you just woke up here?
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Ezra Bridger| Star Wars: Rebels | OTA (defaulting to prose but will match brackets if you want)
His first thought is that he must have been knocked out hard enough to be missing some time, but this is where Thrawn has chosen to dump him. He's not sure why the Imperials, if they'd gotten the upper hand, wouldn't just kill him, but Thrawn does seem to think more long term. Maybe a Jedi is too useful to simply execute out of hand. In which case, sure, dropping him on a habitable planet that he doesn't have an immediate way off of for the time being is a safer bet than trying to control him in the enclosed space of a ship.
Except the comm he finds doesn't look like any sort he's seen before, and all the information on it is...weird. None of it makes any sense.
At that point, exploring seems like a good idea. He has years of practice in sneaking around cityscapes. He keeps an eye out for people and buildings that less look overgrown.
2. Network - Voice (but reply in whatever format you like)
"Um. There are actually other people here, right?"
He's been alone before, in the sense of no one to count on. Alone in the sense of no else on the entire planet, or in the entire system -
Well, he's trying not to dwell on the thought long enough for fear to really sink in.
3. Ships
Now this is more like it! If he can just figure out where he is relative to the galactic center, that's step one to working his way back home to Lothal and the Ghost.
It doesn't take him long to figure there's a few problems with the idea, though. "Do these things even have a hyperdrive?"
4. Wildcard, up to you!
Ships
There's also a little bipedal droid not even two feet high who comes poking around the ship to investigate the voice of the newcomer, his rectangular head cocking in a birdlike manner as he beeps curiously.
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Amos Burton | The Expanse | OTA
The orb gave Amos enough information to be going on, here. It says something about his life that he's less startled by the whole thing than he is mildly curious. The whole place looks like Baltimore on a really, really bad day. So, every day, pretty much. Still, he's seen worse and the whole area doesn't make him do more than long for a weapon of some sort. He might know where he is and why, but he doesn't know shit about anyone else walking around here. His mood is definitely tilted toward 'Fire first and ask questions later', but all he has to throw someone's way is his fists.
He can make that work.
Slowly, he sees what he recognizes as a bar. Of course; the first thing that any human wants to build is a place to get sloshed. He's surprised there isn't a brothel nearby. People everywhere are the same.
He stands outside, trying to judge the place as safe or not before walking into the doorway and peering around. It would be too much to expect seeing Naomi or Holden. Hell, he would settle for just about anyone as long as they aren't pointing a gun in his face...
Network:
"Uh..." This doesn't work exactly how his own terminals do, but it will do. He can see his face and the rest is just a matter of clicking around and figuring out. "Hey. I take it from the glowing encyclopedia that I'm not the only one here. That's good. Anyway, I'm looking for guns, booze, food, and answers in roughly that order. Message me back if you're able to point me to the right place."
Network
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Richie Tozier | IT | OTA
Richie is still pretty shell-shocked by this whole thing when he stumbles into the middle of town. It looks like some dystopian YA novel that he absolutely didn't read the whole series of, nor did he watch the accompanying movies. He cleans his glasses four times, half expecting some sort of giant man to pop out and mock him about his sexuality. It's just his experiences with insane things that don't make logical sense.
Christ. Do they have a therapist here? He might actually need a therapist.
He is aimless as he wanders around, not touching anything and trying very hard to not have some sort of nervous breakdown. He killed an alien-demon clown thing. This, comparatively, wasn't so weird. Who knew, maybe someone he knows will be here. Like Bev or Bill or ....
Well, as long as it wasn't Pennywise, he was fine. Anyone but him, please.
The Deep End
A bar. Thank GOD, a bar. Richie pushes himself inside and only fleetingly wonders if that is a good idea, considering anything could be inside. Whatever. He needs a fucking drink. "Thank fuck this weird alien ruin has liquor. It does, right?" He directs the questions to the room at large and anyone in it. "And like, not stuff that will make me piss acid or vomit up my lungs, right? I'm fine with the little baby alien popping out of my stomach. Like, that is a hell of a way to go. But the rest of it is just awkward."
He sidles up to the bar and smiles, slamming his hand on the top.
"One drink that won't kill me, please!"
NETWORK!
Anyone else get the feeling these Agrii folk aren't too good at their job? Hero my ass. I am an alcoholic comedian who just barely survived killing a fucking clown by negging it. Who the fuck looked at that and said 'Yep. This is our guy!' I want to talk to a manager.
Spoilers from IT Chapter 2 below.
There's a very filthy-looking human stumbling around in a daze. He hasn't noticed Richie, yet... He's still too busy wondering where the fuck he is and why he isn't dead. Or maybe he is dead and this is, what? Limbo? Hell? Heaven?
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for the lols. TDE
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EXPLOOOORE
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Dr. Drake Riley | OC (Stargate - British program)
Where am I?
The thought filtered into Drake's brain like grains of sand in an hourglass. He slowly became aware of his other senses as they flickered to life and began to jog his sluggish brain into action.
The ground was hard. There was no sound. Just a deep, resonating feeling of vastness, like the silence was being echoed back on itself. He gave a low groan, muttering a slurred string of earth curses (along with two or three alien ones he'd pickled up). His head was pounding, and he felt as though he'd been trampled by a six-legged beast (perhaps even a herd of six-legged beasts, he amended to himself as his shoulder gave a painful twinge. Had he landed on it?) After taking a few seconds to test his limbs and assure himself that nothing below the neck was broken, he clumsily bent his arm up to touch the back of his skull. Instant, razor sharp pain lanced down his neck and shoulders and he hissed through clenched teeth.
He cracked his eyes open and immediately wanted to close them again, but he had no idea where he was, if it was safe, how he'd gotten hurt, or how he'd gotten here in the first place, though he suspected that the acute pain at the back of his head might have had somthing to do with that.
There was no sky. Just darkness, and he panicked for a moment, thinking that the ache in his head might be responsible for more than just disorientation. He fumbled around in his tac vest for his pen light and clicked it on with a prayer - then let out a breath when he saw its weak little beam hopping and jittering around...a cavern? It was dark and rocky, wherever he was. He was... What had he just been doing, again? Where was he? Another alien world? Another reality? Another time altogether?
Drake reached up and rubbed tiredly at his eyes, then attempted to sit up. As he did, a dam in his mind blew open, an overwhelming flood of thoughts, feelings, and memories crashing into every crevice of his still-dazed brain. Bright bursts of disjointed images and mixed sensations blurred by so quickly and dizzyingly that he couldn't help a small, startled gasp. Drake abruptly shot upward in realization, ramrod straight, heart beating against his ribs in an adrenaline-fueled frenzy. He scrambled to his feet so quickly that his sense of balance couldn't quite keep up with him and he nearly fell flat on his face - twice.
"Gene!" His voice, embarrassingly high and shaky, echoed in the horribly empty space. "GENE! ...hello?"
The pen light flickered and he butted it with his hand until the batteries situated themselves again. He didn't bother with his radio; if the impenetrable darkness and rocky walls were any indication, there was no way a signal would reach anyone who could help him, or vice versa. There was nothing he could do but walk...
...and hope it was in the right direction.
If anyone is lingering near the entrance - perhaps by the beach, or close to the mine - they might, after what seems to have been several hours on Drake's end, see a thin, pallid light jumping around in the darkness, until the small, disheveled scientist emerges, blinking in the light and looking about as pale and grimy as you'd expect someone living in a cave to look.
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Each step is no different from the other times he's walked along these unmarked paths, blaster held close in case he runs into any kind of trouble. Not that trouble always finds its way into the city, but with the way things have been there's no telling when it will change.
Much like now. Right near the entrance of the mines. First it's the noise that catches the ARC Trooper's attention. Then, as he gets closer, it's the light that appears to be suspended in midair.
Thankfully he waits before he does anything with the blaster. The HUD inside of his helmet picks up on the form of the scientist, letting the barrel point down as the rest of his rigid armored stance somehow relaxes. "What? Hey, how'd you end up in there?"
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Clarice Starling | Hannibal (novel)
It helps that she spots the first one at twilight, just as she's heading back to shelter from an exploratory jog. Somehow, it makes the whole thing even more extraordinary, a little ethereal.
At first, Starling isn't sure what she's seeing, but she stays still and watches as the Glownie snuffles around in the dirt and finds the fresh patch of mint she'd crushed underheel just a moment before. When she realizes what she's looking at, it feels almost like a sign from somewhere: a sheep crossed with a horse. Hannibal would write dissertations in mockery about it, something about her childhood memories come back to court her in the face of another upheaval. But if it's a sign, she thinks, it's a good one, and she crouches slowly, pulling up a few more sprigs of mint and twisting them beneath her fingers to release the oils. Pursing her lips, she nickers softly.
"Hey. ... Want some more? C'mere..."
B: Cultural Forensics
Starling packs a small bag with enough water and rations to last the day before heading out to explore. She's interested most in the people who lived here before it fell apart, in what could have happened. She starts with the ruins near the outskirts of the city and works her way back toward the Hotel over the course of the day. Feel free to encounter her in jeans, a plain black t-shirt, and boots a smidgen too large from the Alien Target as she's sifting through rubble with a curious squint on her face.
C: Spaceship!!
Once she finds the hangars, she just.
Stares.
Sure, there's hearing about it in your head from a Data Point ... and then there's seeing it. Spaceships. Actual got-dam spaceships.
"Shit house mouse..."
D. Network
Okay, I think I've figured this out enough to use it. My apologies if I'm not supposed to be sending this to all of you. My name is Clarice Starling, and I'm from the planet Earth, in the year 2001. A lot of this is a little over my head. I'd appreciate it if any of you would feel generous enough to answer some questions.
E. Wildcard
((What it says on the tin! You can hit me up via PM or over on Plurk at
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Lounging casually in the crook of a section of broken wall, a pair of glowing blue eyes can be seen, accompanied by a splash of amber light along with the words spoken. The figure is hooded, making no other movement as he seems content to relax where he is.
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Padme Amidala | Star Wars
There's an extremely pregnant woman standing in the hangar, looking at the ships. She frowns, looking quite dismayed. This wasn't where she was going. And none of those were her ship. What was going on?!
Network
Hello. My name is Padme.
I've only just arrived here, so I'm hoping someone might be able to help me. Does anyone know where I might be able to stay other than the ship? It's simply not practical for me to stay in that bunk.
Thank you in advance for your help.
Wildcard
((please excuse the icons. They're mostly from a modern AU but they'll be changed soon. If you want to do anything else lmk!
Hangar
As he stepped off the ship though, a completely unexpected sight greeted him. In fact he paused and had to take a breath as he saw her. Was this a trick or was it really...
“Padme?”
His voice carried through the hangar as he stood there in disbelief. When had she arrived? And... she is very pregnant too.
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Ikora Rey | Destiny
There was a lone figure standing still in the center of town. Ikora had her arms folded behind her back as she scanned the horizon. Slow, steady, purposeful. She was not home. There was no Traveler in the sky. No familiar silhouette of the Tower anywhere in the distance. The energy around her was different as well.
"Any readings at all?" she asked the floating black Ghost at her shoulder.
"No." A deep, heavy voice answered. "There's nothing."
Ikora hummed and started moving with purpose. A Warlock's purpose was to find answers and she was determined to do so. It was unnerving, yes, to find herself somewhere unknown with no memory of how she got here.
At first, she thought it might be the Infinite Forest but no, there were no Vex energy signatures. It wasn't a Hive throne world either. It could be any ruined city on Earth except no Traveler. No Light. No Darkness. There was hers. She could feel the power in her. And the echoing thrum of Darkness still in the back of her head.
But this... this was not home. She hoped to find someone who could tell her where it actually was.
II. Network Voice Message.
[ A calm, authoritative voice comes through the comms. ]
This is Ikora Rey of the Last City, Vanguard of the Warlock Order. If anyone can hear this communication please respond. I am uncertain of my location and unable to reach the Tower.
III. Wildcard.
[ Could be Coruscant event. Could be at the hangars. Could be whatever. ]
I
"If you are, it's contagious."
"I'll take that as a negative, then. Although if turns out the other way, I will be very, very embarrassed."
The Exo Hunter took a massive leap from the clock tower he had laid claim to a long while back. There was no way that he'd make it even a quarter of the way to the center of town even with two more boosts, but Guardians didn't walk anywhere they couldn't just leap or hover across. They traveled diagonal paths if the obstacles in that direction were reachable. Still, the rest of his trip was made on the ground after all, given the extra work it would have taken to scale the old Civic Center, as much as he'd like to impress an old friend.
So it was with great lack of preamble that he strolled out past the diner towards the open city square with a casual wave as though it was just another day at the Tower.
"Ikora! Hey! About time you showed up."
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cranky redhead yells at sky (i opted for this to be coruscant plot compliant)
She'd come to Agra 10 expecting nothing but what she and Tyrion could eke out for themselves and found herself blessed with a child. Then, of course, she'd lost Tyrion. It'd been all right for a while but she'd made it through, leaned on her friends, had a spectacular row with one that she's not sure she ever really resolved and then she'd been back home with a babe in arms and no father to claim him.
Sansa hadn't fought tooth and nail for Winterfell to lose it and she knew time didn't pass in space the way it did at home so she spun a lie, a precarious one, and said her own son was a foundling from the woods. She took him in to raise as if he hadn't been hers all along and begrudgingly gave him up to a wet nurse to keep her lie a secret. She hoped that James would favor Tyrion and not have her look; her secret would be safe if no one saw her own features in him but it wasn't to be. As he grew, he looked more like her.
He's still too young to walk when she makes her daily trips to the Godswood to pray to gods she no longer believes in and she brings him every time, wishes he'd stop looking like her in miniature. She hadn't expected to close her eyes and open them to yet another planet and feel the rush of wind against her when a craft flew by.
"If you're going to keep toying with me, at least tell me a proper schedule!" Sansa yells at no one in particular. "I'm tired of being a queen one minute and a free woman the next and I really, really, really want to know what's going on for once!" That, of course, sets James to crying and she tries to shush him without embarrassing herself further.
An alien looks sideways at her and Sansa can't exactly tell his expression but it seems a cross between annoyance and bemusement. Of course.
:D
Ending up here is disorienting and Sansa doesn't need an audience. She approaches slowly, cautiously, like she can't quite believe her eyes or her senses.]
Sansa? Is it really you?
ahhhhh wanda
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Aeon Flux | Aeon Flux (animated)
Curiosity killed the cat. Curiosity has also killed Aeon more times than she'd be able to count if she were aware of it. But that's not stopping her from exploring Agra 10. She can be found throughout the city at various times in her first day. Early on, after touching the data point, she's in the plaza, picking up pieces of shattered data points and circuitry, tucking them away in a pouch on her belt - which, aside from what looks like a leather thong, is all she's wearing on her lower half until you hit the boots. Once she gets bored with that (quickly), she moves on to the hospital, poking her nose into every abandoned room and laboratory she can find, looking for traces of experiments. One vial she pulls open from the cabinet labeled MAY DECAL SOUP LIES and gives a careful whiff knocks her out cold. Thankfully it's just an anesthetic, and she wakes up an hour or so later dazed, but undeterred. If no one is around when she wakes, she tips the vial out onto the floor in spite, and moves on to exploring the jail tower ... via the outside. A broken elevator is of no use, so she fashions some climbing gear out of broken pieces of metal and starts climbing. It's a long way down. Maybe someone should talk her out of it. Finally, she ends her day with a dip in the lake, seeing how far she can swim before she loses any ability to see through what little light filters in from above. Then she tests how far down she can go before touching bottom ... and fails to find bottom, only a slimy patch of seaweed. Hauling herself out onto the shore, she starts picking it out of the belts and buckles of her suit with a disdainful expression on her face.
B: Ships (CW: nudity)
The lake left her smelling not exactly approachable, so Aeon makes her way toward one of the ships the Data Point showed her. It doesn't take long to find a shower, where she strips without preamble regardless who who might be around, and climbs in, washing her clothing right along with her and leaving it to hang on the shower bar while she looks around for something to replace it.
Just a very well-endowed naked woman roaming around a ship looking for clothes without a care in the world. Nothing to see here.
C: Network
[one big, blue eye with full eyelashes fills the screen. she knows how these things work, but she's having fun.]
Interesting place you have here.
D: Storms
She's heading for the hotel tower, intent on checking out The Deep End, when the storm hits. Never one to heed warnings of any kind, Aeon simply watches it approach, head tilted, lips parted, eyes narrowed ever so slightly.
"Huh."
She smells the change in the air, feels the pressure shift, but still, the approaching cloud is unlike anything she'd ever seen in Bregna. And besides, the data point told her that she can survive where the Agri could not, so wherein lies the threat?
Wherein, indeed. As it hits, she's almost amused that it's just a sandstorm. Then faces she recognizes begin to swirl in the clouds. Una. Bargeld. Cybil. Roardi. Celia. Lyndze. So many people who've died as casualties of her missions, none of them intentional, all of them regrettable.
"No!" She cries out, putting her hands over her ears and hunkering down. She'd thought this place had freed her from her guilt, but it comes across galaxies and dimensions to chase her, anyway. Whatever this place is, it isn't fun anymore.
B
Well... he was before a naked woman walked into the room. He looked up, about to greet whoever it was, when he realized she was fucking naked. Flailing, he covered his face with his book, nearly knocking over his tea in the process.
"Holy mother fucking shit! Who are you and what the fuck is wrong with you?!"
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