SPRING TEST DRIVE MEME

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SPRING 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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Temba Spring Time!

Spring has reached Temba, which means the flowers and plants are blooming not only in the greenhouse. Though it remains a safe enough place to observe and cultivate them, many of them are sprouting freshly through the cracks in what remains of the city's infrastructure.

But the plants aren't the only ones waking up with the warmer temperatures. Temba's wildlife is no exception. Most of the smaller critters can be seen more commonly around the city and should your steps take your near the old library building, you may even encounter half a dozen or more young mothkittens learning to fly, warming their wings up in the sun or napping at the side of the building. Just beware that these little fiends love everything that glitters and will try to claim it for themselves.

Explore the city!

Here's a map and a bit more description of some of the buildings here.

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!

That's right, there are currently several small spaceships grounded in the hangar - Or what remains of them. It's painfully obvious that these ships have crash-landed not too long ago and were taken back to the hangar for repairs. You were assigned to one of them and its doors will open for you and let you enter if you wish. (For test drive purposes, the ship that will let you enter is up to you, so just pick whichever name appeals, and go for it!) The other ships won't open for you, but as neither of them look as if they will be leaving anytime soon that doesn't really matter either way.

Maybe look around anyway. Or try your hand at some repairs?

Try the network!

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...

These power-altering storms keep ravaging parts of the planet every once in a while. No one truly knows where they come from or what to do about them yet, but one of them appears to be approaching. You have the option to find shelter in one of the buildings to wait for it to pass. Unless, of course, you rather feel drawn to investigate.

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!

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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✧ 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 ✧

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Dedicate Initiate Lark | Circle of Magic

[stitch_witch]

1. Flocks Are Friends

Animals were not exactly the thing that Lark cared the most for. Not that she did not know how to handle some beasts. But exploration must in a new place, to understand how things worked here. And walking was a good thing for fitness. What she hadn't expected was the glowing pony-sheep with wool.

"Shhhh, come here," she cooed to one of the creatures, reaching out for one. Her fingers came away with loose bits of wool, for they leapt to her hand, clinging as if she was staticly charged. "You're so beautiful. I promise I will only use your wool for the finest threads and cloths."

Hand pulled back she pulled one hand in a pinching motion through the air above the other, and the stray wool leapt across the empty air, forming into a thick clump. The woman smiled at that and reached for the wooly creatures again.

"Does your wool remain glowing when it's free of you for a while? I wonder."

2. Grass is Greener

The greenhouse. In a way it's like being home, if only because it reminded her of Rosethorn's. Granted she also knew that wandering around too much in that space could get a rather sharp lecture from the other Dedicate. Still, the space is lovely, and Lark finds herself walking slowly through it in her green temple robes. The plants felt so... still. So quiet. Strange how she had grown used to watching plants catching deliberately at robes and skin because they were eager to touch Rosethorn. Then again, she understood that sentiment quite well.

"What a lovely space," she muses as she walks calmly through the paths. "I've never seen such a large hotbox. What a wonder."

Even Rosethorn's garden and greenhouse was not this large.

"Where did they get all of this glass?"

3. What Is This Technology?

Yes, she's spent quite a bit of time wandering around this place, trying to find answers and things she was comfortable with. When she returned to sit by the fountain, she pulled out the device she had been given from the leather pouch at her belt.

That left her frowning. IT was a piece of something, glass perhaps, with pictures on it. But what was it supposed to do? Lark touched a button and frowned, and it brought up something like a book, with a lot of text tied to pictures of plants.

"Oh dear, this is powerful magic.

grass is greener

[ostavil]

Bucky likes the greenhouse too but that's mostly because plants don't expect anything of him. Plants don't expect him to talk about his feelings or divulge his secrets or do anything other than exist in their space and he likes that. It's become a haven for him, the greenhouse, so when he sees someone else come in he's automatically a little wary.

The woman seems more interested in the wonder of the greenhouse existing than him, though, and he feels safe enough commenting back to her about the glass.

"Hard to say. Don't know if they ever had a factory around here - otherwise, seems like a long time to do it by hand or hope lightning strikes enough to give it to you the natural way."

look out honey 'cuz I'm usin' technology

[hooliganstatus]

Aeon came out of the hotel, stretching her arms up toward the sun, and smiled at the sight of the newcomer.

"Hi there," she said, helping herself to a seat next to Lark and looking curiously over her shoulder.

"That's not magic, pretty one, it's a computer."

1 Sorry I'm Late orz

[wearingthestars]

It was a sort of magic Billy had never seen before, not used like that at least, and he peered curiously from his crouch- (where he had previously been trying to retrieve his bag from a very determined glownie)- only to offer a sheepish wave when it was clear that ogling couldn't have gone unnoticed.

"Hey-" he greeted, trading the glownie some clover type flower in exchange for his bag and finally righting himself, "Sorry- I wasn't- that's a pretty neat trick."

Merrin ☾ Star Wars Jedi: Fallen Order ☾ open to both prose and action!

[noch]

A. EXPLORATION

This planet is a far cry from her home of Dathomir, but there is something familiar in its wildness, half-decayed, that urges her to explore—and if she is avoiding the sound of voices in the distance, presumably from other arrivals like her, then she has the excuse of getting her bearings and allowing herself to process this sudden change. It even sounds convincing.

So she spends a lot of time wandering between the rotting buildings, her hood pulled up to cover her chin and hair. Unfortunately, the newness of this situation and her general distrust for strangers (so, basically anyone who isn't her Stinger Mantis crew) makes her a little bit... jumpy.

Even the smallest noise behind her makes her turn sharply on her heel, calling a small, writhing ball of bright green ichor to her palm in ready defense. Her voice, when she speaks, has a pronounced Russian Dathomiri accent, clipped and demanding.

"What is it you want?"

B. GREENHOUSE

Eventually, she stumbles upon the greenhouse, and finds herself drawn in by the huge variety of flowers and plants, teeming with life and so very different from her scorched, barren homeworld. It reminds her a little bit of the terrarium aboard the Mantis, and once again she feels that pang of missing them—how she managed to become so attached so quickly, she still doesn't know.

She lingers there, walking slowly through the rows, occasionally reaching out to touch the silky edge of a petal or leaf if the plant looks safe enough. (Almost nothing on Dathomir, including the plants, are safe, so she knows from experience to be cautious.)

There's one plant in particular, wilted and drooping, that she pauses in front of for a long time. It seems silly to use her magick on one small, inconsequential plant, but maybe it's because this is one thing she can do, one tiny thing she can control, but she starts murmuring under her breath. A thick green mist rises from her hands and seeps into the plant, until it's fully recovered and blooming.

C. HANGAR

Apparently she's been assigned to one of these spaceships, her second ever. If... she can board it, which she can, but as it turns out, it was a lot easier to walk up the ramp into the Mantis when Cal was so confidently leading the way. This ship looks much different than the one she's used to, a little more... damaged, but unfortunately she doesn't know enough about spaceships to know if it's grounded or unrepairable or what.

Bracing herself, she makes her way inside and towards the cockpit, the hood over her head and frown on her face giving off maybe a little bit more of an intimidating impression than she might normally. Not for the first time, she wishes that Greez had given her that crash course on flying, because all of the buttons and levers in the cockpit are completely incomprehensible to her.

That might be obvious by the way she's scowling at them, her brow furrowed, as if she can get them to tell her their secrets just by her stare alone.

D. LIBRARY

Eventually, her exploration leads her to the library building, though she doesn't go inside. Instead, she finds a pack of young mothkittens nearby, lounging in the sun. Though she doesn't approach them—again, experience has taught her not to assume any wildlife is harmless—two curious mothkittens end up approaching her, one of them slightly more brave than the other, and she smiles gently and very cautiously extends her hand for it to sniff.

"Hello, little one."

Unfortunately, the other one takes advantage of her distraction, snatching the glittering halfmoon-shaped rock—her talisman—that she keeps inside a pouch attached to her belt and immediately running off with it.

"You—creature! Stop!"

YAAAAAY MERRIN- aherm, D

[out_of_order]

He's heard that Countess had a new...litter? and could only imagine how mischievous a bunch of tiny mothcats would be, given what he remembers of the Archivist's first meeting with the mother. Cal blinks as he spies one of the little creatures bounding in his direction, his expression freezing slightly as he notices what it's carrying. He's sure he's seen that before.

"Hey there little one," the padaway says as he stoops down to try scooping up the little green, winged fluff. "What have you got there?"

BD-1 start to beep urgently behind him, but already he's turning his head as senses someone nearby.

B!

[ezra_of_lothal]

Ezra knows getting frustrated won't help at all, and he's barely had to time to learn, but caring for plants isn't coming as easily to him as his connections to animals.

The greenhouse is important, as a source of food, so he's slowly working his way through checking on plants when he feels...something nearby in the Force. Something about it almost tastes familiar, but he can't place it either.

He ducks through walkways, and spots someone. A woman? And the green mist lingering around her hand that makes recognition click into place - the feel of potion he drank with Maul on Dathomir, and the color that seemed to go hand in hand with the Nightsisters' magic.

But even he tenses, reflexively alarmed at evidence that points towards a kind of magic he associates with nothing good, and trying to decide what to do, he notices what is actually happening to the plant touches by the mist.

"Ok," he admits, despite his gut response. "That's pretty impressive."

A

[hooliganstatus]

Aeon had, originally, been drawn to the sight of an unfamiliar person. When Merrin turns and makes her demand, her hand full of green fire, Aeon's eyes widen with joy and curiosity - not a lick of fear on her. A small part of it might be that the woman's accent reminds her of an old friend.

She points a gloved hand at the glowing ball.

"Well, first of all," she purrs, "I want to know what that is."

Amanda Holliday | Destiny 2 |

[cardsyouredealt]

Waking up somewhere without knowing where in a strange place has a whole other context for someone who has worked with Guardians their whole life. Amanda panicked about her death, how had she died? Why couldn't she recall anything? Where was her Ghost? If she was a new light then why was she so lost?

But, no, it was like Osiris had said to her, she wouldn't exactly care for the price of admission. She wasn't a Guardian, she was still just Amanda Holliday only now she was somewhere even more strange and she was starting over... again.

Spaceships
It would surprise no one who knew her that Amanda would first make her way to the hangar. Back at the tower it had been her home, sometimes literally given how often she'd slept on a cot under her work bench assuming she didn't just sleep at her work bench.

This wasn't quite what she was used to, but the smell of metal and oil was welcome to her. She spread her arms and felt steel under her fingertips, let her eyes close and just grazed the skin of the ship. She had way with the birds, she just knew 'em. She knew how hard she could push them and just how much she could put into them. It would be easy enough to lose herself here in work, yeah she could do that.

So the blond with the rough cut locks wandered aboard the ship and started to inventory the damage, muttering to herself about this, pulling lose panels and hauling out wire groupings with a angry tsking.

Exploring the City

"Hey, you don't.."

She hailed a person but they kept walking, so Amanda did to. Her right leg hitched a bit in her step, servo acting up and she gave the leg quick kick out. Have to do a tune up later. Her cadence fell into a steady rhythm again after that and she shoved her hands in her pockets.

"S'cuse me, ya know where I could find some hot food?" She called out as she neared another person. Not like the city was empty, but she wasn't finding a lot of luck with the people she was trying to get information or help from. Folks seemed like they had a lot going on, but then again, who didn't?

Spaceships

[cannot_flinch]

For a moment Ikora felt a rush of deja vu. To see a familiar face among the ships and working on them was almost disorienting. Amanda? Here?

"Amanda?" she called tentatively as she approached. It could be a trick. Almost everyone had warned her that occasionally this place could play tricks on the mind.

But this all felt very real.

Ophiuchus rushed over to circle the shipwright and scan her to confirm that she was indeed real. It was a fairly rude thing for the ghost to do but they had to be sure in this place.

"It's her." Ophiuchus bobbed in front of Amanda. "Hello, Holiday. It's nice to see you here."

Exploring

[thesepreciousthings]

Clarice turned when addressed, smiling. Whoever had ignored poor Amanda might have done her a service, since Starling had the answer she was hoping for. She had been pushing a hovercart down the path, heading in the general direction of the soon-to-be Temple to deliver some construction supplies, but she set the hoverbrake and pushed a few stray coppery strands behind one ear.

"Sure do," she smiled. "If you don't mind following me on a quick errand to drop this off, I can lead you to the diner and whip something up. I think Tommy's over at the ranch checking on how our supply chain is coming along."

She paused, then offered a hand. "I'm Clarice. You're a new face: just showed up, I take it?" Even so, something about Amanda seemed ... almost familiar. She couldn't place it yet.

Dana Scully | X-Files

[x_filed]

[Exploring the City]
Mulder would love this. He would be overjoyed at the prospect of seeing all of this and even more so at being able to point it out to her and repeat how he was right.

Somehow even being in a strange and, she sighed deeply, alien city, Dana Scully was still not entirely able to shake her cynicism that this was more than it seemed. Or rather there was more under the veneer of what it presented itself to be.

Her arrival had been easy enough, and sad to say more common that she cared to recall. Waking up with little memory of how she ended up some place was not a habit she wanted to get into. But this was not anywhere she'd been before, the architecture was too strange and she had certainly never been anywhere with spaceship yards. She did make a mental note to check on those later.

For the time being she was checking the place out, hands safely stowed in the pockets of her long coat and eyes carefully scanning the range of faces and buildings around her.

She spied some shops and that seemed like an excellent idea, great place to eves drop on conversations and see what was local custom, so she headed on into the nearest one to see what was for sale and what she could glean from it.

[Storms]
Wind tugged at Dana's coattails, she blinked and looked behind her gasping at the dark rolling clouds that she hadn't seen hours ago. What looked like a massive storm looming in was moving at a rapid pace.

Dark clouds boiled gray over black split and illuminated from within by brilliant flashes of lighting. All too quickly after the flashes she began to hear the rumbles of thunder.

The storm was moving too fast, she needed to find somewhere to get in out of it and she needed to find it quickly. Her walk had taken her down through the more ruinous portion of town and few buildings seemed fully standing here. But there were walls and there were some skeletons that still remained. Dana darted for one of these and found and interior and lead down to a basement which seemed intact.

She wondered if she was alone in seeking shelter from the storm, she'd found a spot, she should at least let others know there was some bit of safety here if they needed it too, shouldn't she?

She moved back up to the ground level, shielding her face with her hand to avoid the grit and debris kicked up by the wind. "I found shelter, if you need it. Over here." She called out a few times, will to wait until she couldn't any longer incase anyone else needed help getting inside and to a safe place to wait out the storm.

I'll take the Bob Dylan option please

[thesepreciousthings]

Starling had been on her way back from a long shift of prep work at the diner when the storm rolled in.

"Shiiiiiit," she swore under her breath, already scanning the ruins herself for the same reasons when she saw an unfamiliar face peering out from near the ground and calling. "Oh, bless the hell outta your heart," she called out, jogging toward the opening and dropping into a baseball slide toward it like someone used to hauling it when she had to. At least there wasn't gunfire.

"Everyone can tell you these things come as much as they want, but they can't tell you when, for sure." She slid in beside the woman, dusted off her grimy hands and offered one. "Clarice Starling. Sorry for the dirt. ... Nice coat." She paused, realizing that she'd seen one very much like it in a DC storefront. Naaaaw. "...Macy's?"

The Armorer | The Mandalorian

[thearmorer]

[Exploring the City]
Citizens are treated today to a tall, broad-shouldered figure walking their streets. One with a gleaming golden helmet that somehow seems to convey seriousness just by the lines of it alone.

The rest of the figure doesn't do much to ease that initial impression, the armor, the leather layers, no inch of expose flesh to be seen. No sense of anything about the person other than general purposefulness. That seemed to be looking for items to purchase.

A strange assortment of things, building things and strange tools. While she wasn't likely to find most of what she sought it didn't stop her from looking. And she didn't shy away from walking through the street. People's reactions to her didn't seemed to phase the figure one bit.

When she does interact it is to ask questions, her tone civil though not offering niceties, she is to the point and thanks her benefactors upon leaving. She's probably an odd sight even for this place.

"Tools, pliers, hammers, anvils.. where would I find them?"

[Storms]
She had faced them before, beasts of man, beasts of nature, beasts of force, this was just another. She stood unwilling to relinquish the prize she'd found, such scrap was valuable to her and she wanted to make use of it. The storm would simply have to pass over her as she worked.

Hands that had forged countless sets of armor now dug through sand and displaced rocks to free the large sheet of metal. It was likely cast off from one of the ships when they had crashed, and it wasn't Beskar, but what was? It was good. It was strong. She could use this. She would dig it out and drag it back and begin to forge new things.

This is the way.

But the storm, as it grew closer it spoke. A symphony of voices that had been long since silenced. The Armorer paused in her work, helmet angled to the sound, as though sifting though the winds to pick out the strains of familiar sounds.

She returned to digging, wind and sand picking at the fur ruff of her collar, tugging and the lose layers of her tunic. But she had seen worse, she would endure weather for her prize.

The storm drew closer and the voices grew louder, with them shapes, rough and large and all with gleaming armor she knew as well as her own. This time she stopped in truth, turning to face the others, the ones she knew to be long dead.

"I'm not dead yet, you've wasted the trip my clan."

Storms cause I feel like being mean, lol

[foundlingfather]

Mandalorians were a rare sight anymore, only becoming more rare. Even more rare than their beloved Beskar armor. The first, and current, times Din had been in the city he'd always been the lone Mandalorian. A fact that he'd become resigned to accept. It wasn't that different from back home after all.

So he wasn't expecting to find another on the edges of the city, while he was on one last patrol sweep before the storm swept in. Much less the leader of his former Covert. But it was also right then that the storm also made it's presence known. He'd moved on back home, he'd had to. He'd been sent on a quest, started a new clan.

Yet as the ghosts appeared, he could still feel his heart seize momentarily behind his chest plate. At the sight of the familiar armor, and the familiar voices of fallen clan members. But the Armorer's calm words help to drive a spear through the storm's attempts.

"No, you're not real." He wills himself to believe. He'd not experienced the storms before, but he knew the effects weren't real.

Peter "Star-Lord" Quill, Legendary Outlaw, Dance-Off King | Guardians of the Galaxy

[puddledancer]

((canon point is GOTG2 because we do not break the baby and Infinity War didn't happen tysm. will match format!))

1. Last Friday Night - Katy Perry
[this was not his bunk on the Elector. not by a long shot. he hated that name, he thought, as he rubbed his head and sat up. he wanted to give it another name, but it had been Yondu's, and at the same time, he wanted to respect the poor old a-hole. his dad. his real dad ... who would have just sat up, realized it wasn't his ship, and ripped the nearest person a new one.

that wasn't quite Quill's style. he groaned and scrubbed a hand over his stubble, then hauled himself up over the lip of what looked like a fountain (???) to check his face for Sharpie dicks and stupid insults. nope. no Sharpie. he regretted ever having told Rocket and Drax about that, but was glad to not wake up to it. even so]

Guys? ... Okay, ha ha, funny prank. You can come out now.

[then he catches sight of the datapoint. the 'cha-ching' is nearly audible as his eyes light up.]

Oh hello.

[he taps his temple, activating his helmet just in case The Shiny is explosive, and walks up to close his fingers around it. the mental impact nearly knocks him on his ass, and he staggers backwards, releasing the Datapoint back where it belongs]

Holy shit, what the frick was that?!

2. 59th Bridge Street Song - Simon & Garfunkel
[everyone else is weeding and clearing and all that productive crap. not Quill. he's sitting on a piece of rubble he's turned into a bench, a bowl of chocolate-flavored protein goop beside him, spooning gobs of it into his mouth in between additions to a very fancy, very festival-worthy flower crown.

why? because it beats working and it's funny. and he's going to look amazeballs when it's done]

Hey. You want one of these, too?

3. Come Sail Away - Styx
[of course he finds the hangars. people can usually find him there, tinkering with things. today he's kicked back in a pilot seat - are you the Captain of this particular ship? too bad, today it's his chair - and squinting at the instrument panel. there's a hastily scribbled diagram on his phone of the console, with a circle drawn around most of the buttons that says "STEREO HERE????"]

So, if you really had to lose, say, three square feet of space on this panel. What would you consider, uh ... less than essential?

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[heypartner]

Datapoint. Just puts the basic information in your head.

[ Cobb looks the newcomer over, his gaze considering. The guy had simply gone for the datapoint with no hesitation. He admired the spirit if not the sense of the action. ]

Don't worry, it doesn't damage anything. It's just the Agriis way of being helpful. Welcome to Temba.

[ He offers a hand for a friendly handshake. ]

Cobb Vanth.

Elias Ainsworth // The Ancient Magus' Bride

[thorn_of_shadows]

I. Spring
This land is far from England. It's the only thing that Elias can say he's certain of, which in itself is disconcerting. The more he sees, the less he can make out of anything, save that the old city around him has been mostly abandoned. True, there are signs of life if one looks out for it, trodden weeds and cleaned up building fronts, although that varies considerably and mostly within what he assumes serves as the main square.

His shoulders tense at his earliest recollection of awakening here. The experience...had not been pleasant, nor is the sensation of having knowledge he has no real business of knowing just...there in the back of his mind.

"Agra...Ten," he says, as though tasting the name. His steps have carried him in the direction of the library. It seems the most reasonable place to seek out further information. Alas, he finds his path of intent waylaid by a pile of green, winged kittens of some sort two of which have taken to pouncing at his feet.

"Hm."


II. Green
Given the unusual circumstances, the mage isn't quite sure what he should expect of the greenhouse. The 'dick shun airy' (oh, how he'd shuddered reading over the tablet) has only proven helpful to a point. Unfortunately most of what's been identified seems to be mostly for direct consumption.

His back is turned from the main entryway of the greenhouse as he studies the plants in front of him. A gloved hand stroking his chin in thought, the other fingers one of the cup leaves, head tilting thoughtfully as he judges its potential durability.


III. Ships
They're not an entirely foreign concept. It's just strange seeing them in actuality rather than as fictional images in a book or glimpsed on a screen. Thus will one find the gentleman, arms folded thoughtfully before he begins to step around it. In such a setting he looks somewhat out of place dressed as he is in a white shirt buttoned up to the collar, with a dark gray vest and black slacks, dress shoes (!) and a flowing, long black coat.

"How such a thing can even fly..." he mutters to himself as he rests a hand on the worn hull, his expression however dry.


IV. Wildcard
(Any other ideas? I'm game!)

((OOC: Feel free to pose in whatever format and I'll match.))

III

[on_repeat]

"Everything alright?"

Many trips have been made to and from the Bishop, but this one changes in the middle of the current pattern Echo is accustomed to making. Although he's not sure what to make of Elias and his current appearance, it doesn't seem to matter too much.

There's no blaster in hand, but the clone's still in full armor, removing his helmet before approaching any further. "That's the best we have to work with," he then adds, regarding the ship.

Sameen Shaw | Person of Interest

[shape_of_an_arrow]

1. Network - Video

[A woman in all black glares at the screen, stone faced, and when she speaks her tone is pure acid.]

What, did that shit show of the last simulation end up too happy for you sadistic bastards? You can't possibly want more information from me. If that - that wasn't real, you have everything.

Whatever. Fine. I'll play along. There isn't anything left you can take from me. [She's too logical to not know that's she contradicting herself, but she's too angry to care at the moment.]

2. Exploring/The Deep End

As a trained special forces operative and sometimes assassin, she's good at sneaking around spaces she's unfamiliar with and very motivated to get familiar with her nearby surroundings, starting from the fountain and circling outwards. That doesn't mean she's prepared for the technology and power levels of her fellow residents.

Eventually, in her fairly methodical explorations, she finds what is rather obviously a bar. A kinda cool looking one, she concedes to herself. Oh, what the hell, she might as well pour herself a drink.

She crinkles her nose as she takes a sip, but honestly she's had worse. "Well, it sure feels like it could get me good and trashed."

3. Wildcard

2.

[holtfinder]

"It's not exactly dreamberry wine." The amused comment comes from a tiny woman--less than four feet tall, but proportioned like a grown adult, with long, pointed ears and a wry little smile. The cup she's drinking from is still quite full, and she's holding it with two hands.

Moonshade's wary around humans, as a rule, but she's going to attempt civility here. It seems wiser than jumping to immediate hostility, especially as she has been drinking. She's not in the best position to start a fight.

Moonshade - Elfquest

[holtfinder]

1. Roses are Red, Cyananas are Blue

The juxtaposition of plants breaching concrete is somehow not very reassuring to the elf as she begins her exploration of the city. However, she's truly befuddled as she reaches the greenhouse. All this plantlife, contained--almost caged as if the plants were animals that might escape. Still, it's more comforting to her to be around the greenery than the concrete jungle, and a visitor to the greenhouse might be surprised to see an unfamiliar face among the leaves, or catch a glimpse of supple dyed leather clothing where a fruit was expected.

"Do your tree-shapers fear the plants, to keep them contained so?" Her voice is quiet, uncertain.

2. Sending Out an SOS

As Moonshade explores the city, she's trying to reach out to other members of her tribe, in the hope that somehow, she's not the only Wolfrider who was transported to this place. What this means is that at night, some might hear a loud "Ayoooooooah-yoh!" imitating wolf howls coming from the tops of buildings.

In addition, those who are psychic-sensitive may hear what the elves call 'Sending', a form of telepathic communication. *Strongbow? Cutter? Are any of you here? Dart? Freetouch?* The fear that Moonshade is experiencing carries in her mental voice.

3. Ship in a Bottle

Perhaps surprisingly, the idea of ships that travel through space isn't entirely foreign to this forest-dwelling elf. As she approaches the hangar, her confusion seems to be more the materials and the shape the ships are in than the fact that they exist. Walking up to the side of one of them, she presses a (three-fingered) hand to the hull, examining the construction.

"It's not quite troll-made, is it?"

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[puddledancer]

Quill's no stranger to odd-looking creatures, so her three fingers don't bother him. The question is what interests him more, as he pokes his head out from the ship she's inspecting. He'd been conducting his own inspection of them - and less than impressed by their lack of a decent stereo.

"Trolls? Uh, beats me. I think those Agra people made 'em? But I'm not a hundred percent sure."

Marus Thornspawn | Pathfinder OC

[thornspawn]

Spring Springs Eternal

"No. That's mine." The devilish curse that accompanies the words as the kitten continues tugging on the tiefling's scimitar may sting the ears, but it seems to do the job of scaring off the kitten as well. It hisses as it backs off, and he sighs. Animals have never liked him much.

What's the infernal equivalent of "Moshi Moshi?"

The image snaps into focus on squinting blue eyes... Surrounded by red skin of a face topped with horns. ".... Is this a communication device, then?" He's never seen the like. No scrying spell could accomplish this! "I am... new here." His faintly accented voice has remarkably precise pronunciation. "Where is the church?"

Thunderbolt and Lightning but you can't feel frightened...

Storms have always filled Marus with a sense of awe... And of dread. Never like this, though. And in the flashes, the rage, a glimpse of familiar long hair.

"Rhys?" His lover couldn't be here. He would have approached already... Unless he didn't know Marus was here. Or was a new arrival himself. "RHYS!"

Shouting, Marus heads into the storm, following a lithe, pale vision. Whether he finds him or not, or even someone else, this will be... odd.

Network/Moshi

[foundlingfather]

The red skin and horns briefly makes him wonder if it's a devaronian. But the look isn't quite right.

"It is a communicator, yes. Not quite the same thing, but there is a Temple currently being built."

Beverly Marsh 🎈 It (Chapter II) 🎈

[losers_club]

Creatures in the wild
"Yeah..no." She didn't know what that thing was, other that small fast and greenish in color all she knew was she was moving in the direction it was not. Which was, sadly, further away from the largest body of structures of the city.

She muttered to herself, softly only a few words heard now and then like 'perfect', 'just great'. and 'damned clowns' before she stopped and realized she wasn't so sure where she was now. She pulled out the data thingie and tried to figure out how to use it to find her way around when a sound above her startled her.

Bev ducked down instinctively and grabbed a rock in one hand and let lose before even looking properly. The rock pegged the branched and startled the mothcat who'd just landed there away. Some skills were still intact at least. Bev palmed another rock and tossed it in the air grinning at something finally going right.

Or at least she was, until a much larger sound came rustling though the trees and brush ahead of her.




Network

To be honest, Bev had seen more than her fair share of weird shit. She was honestly just done with it, check please she'd like to go home now. Except right.. there was no home now. What she was going back to was a legal dispute over the ownership of Rogan-Marsh and a very nasty divorce. Tom had no intention of making things easy for her, so just getting out of Derry not once but twice wasn't enough.

So of course instead of being able to deal with that she was somewhere else now, filled with weird spellings and telling her she was supposed to help people she'd never heard of. Space ships? Aliens? Maybe she'd hit her head in the sewers, maybe she never made it out.

But there was this network thing in her hand so, that was real right? She turned it on and with little hope and a deep and almost resigned inhale she spoke. "So am I crazy, dead or is this all for real and I am really in some strange place and not Earth? Because if it is I need a pack of cigarettes and a bottle of scotch."

Network

[beepbeepmotherfucker]

He knew that voice. Eddie's eyes widened and his heart skipped a beat as he scrambled for his own device. Holy shit could it really be?

Then he saw that shock of red hair and he couldn't help but grin. "There's a bar called the Deep End. I have a feeling you're going to need more than one drink to handle this shit."

Bucky Barnes | MCU: FatWS (MAY CONTAIN SPOILERS FOR THE FALCON & THE WINTER SOLDIER)

[thestaremaster]

Arrival
Bucky was still reeling from having that information forcibly shoved into his mind, and he took a half step back, eyes narrowing at the data point as he tried to push down the memories it evoked.

He had to focus.

Aliens. It just had to be aliens. Sam was never going to give it a rest now. The damn 'Big Three'.

He rubbed a hand over his brow and sighed, lifting it again to spot a figure in the distance.

"Hey- wait up-" he called, not sure if they were a fellow 'He Row' or one of the jerks that had brought him here, but either way- he wanted a word.

Network

[Bucky looks a bit uncomfortable on camera, offering a stiff smile for a moment, before quickly abandoning it.]

Hey- uh...

[He frowns and tries to wave an insistent mothkitten away, but the gleam of his arm keeps drawing it back]

Some wanna catch me up on this place?

The Deep End

His fingers drummed on the countertop, frowning in thought. Of course when he'd finally reached a place where he was ready to explore opening up he got pulled away to fight someone else's fight.

It didn't feel right to be so bitter, he's put a lot of bad out into the universe, if some force out there wanted to make him to continue to make amends for that could he really object?...Definitely. But it didn't do much to help the conflict in his mind.
He tried to think about what the doc might say. She'd never dealt with anything quite like this, but that was true for most everything they talked about, and she did all right.

"...How long have you been here?" he asked, breaking that long silence with a sudden turn of his head to acknowledge he wasn't alone, taking a long sip of his drink.

Arrival

[ms_unknown]

Hey Bucky. Hey. There's a petite woman with two-tone hair in the distance. When she hears the voice she turns to look over her shoulder.

It can't be. But he was... But there he is. It worked. In that moment that's all she cares about. She smiles and turns to look at him more fully. "Long time no see."

Steve Rogers | MCU (post Civil War)

[vintagecaptain]

Arrival

This was not the first time Steve woke up in a strange place he didn't recognize. It was a lot easier to learn what was going on since that information was now just downloaded into his head.

That was definitely different.

He sat on the edge of the fountain, elbows on his knees, looking out over the strange city he found himself in. He should go look for other people. He didn't think he was alone here but he just wanted a minute to get his thoughts in order.

One minute he'd been in Wakanda getting ready to free his friends from prison and go on the run and then next he was on an alien planet. It was another weird chapter in his long, weird life. No one could blame him for taking a second to breathe.

But, like always, after a minute Steve sighed and got up. Time to find those people and keep going.

Network

Hi everyone. I'm trying to get my bearings here. I just arrived and not sure how to get started.

[ Steve frowned a little at the camera before his expression smoothed out. ]

How can I help? That's what the information in my head says we're brought here to do. I'm unsure of how best to do that and I bet a lot of you have been here longer than me. I'd like to get caught up if possible.

[ He looked ready to close the message and then realization dawned. ]

Oh! And hi, I'm Steve Rogers. From Earth. Nice to meet all of you.

Arrival

[ms_unknown]

A familiar face steps around the fountain. Her hair is longer than he'd remember, the end of her loose braid bleached blonde, and she looks a little older. She tilts her head, smiling tiredly as she moves closer.

"Looks like you got drafted, too, Cap."

Natasha Romanoff | MCU | End Game

[ms_unknown]

Arrival

This new He Row doesn't just wake up next to a data point.

She falls.

She hits the ground hard, rolling a couple of times until she hits the edge of the fountain. "Ow..." She murmurs, reaching up to grab hold of whatever she'd hit to help her get upright. This doesn't feel right. She gets to her knees and looks around, frowning. Not what she expected this to look like. What the hell is happening? Getting to her feet, her hand touches the data point and all the new information is downloaded straight into her head.

So it's a new mission, then. She sighs, brushing her hands off and looking around. Anyone nearby will get a nod. "Hey."

Pick a ship, any ship.

If she's going to get the lay of the land, she might as well start with whatever ship she's been assigned to. She pokes around until she finds the one that opens to her. Stepping curiously inside, she looks around. Huh. She wastes no time poking around, looking in every room and getting a feel for the vehicle. If she runs into anyone she'll shoot them a smirk. "Nice place you've got here. Cozy."

Exploring!

Never one to sit idle, Natasha spends a great deal of time exploring the ruins of the city. Today she's found herself in something that looks like it used to be a store. Three walls and some of the ceiling are still standing, though it's pretty much an open air market at this point.

She shoves her two-tone hair back over one shoulder as she crouched down to pick something up. Frowning, she tries to wipe the dust and dirt off of it to read the label. It's nothing she recognizes. Curious, she turns it over in her hands, trying to figure out what it is. As focused as she is, she'll still notice if anyone approaches, whirling around and reaching for a gun that isn't there.

Exploring

[puddledancer]

"Whoa, whoa, heeey!" Quill holds up his hands as she turns, his eyes wide. "It's okay, I come in peace..."

Rufus Shinra | Final Fantasy VII

[ambitiousblond]

Springtime Exploration;

[Everything still feels surreal and having Dark Nation by his side once more only throws him off. She's as he remembers, red eyes keen as she surveys for any potential dangers, ready for anything. But he's not the same as he was that night on the rooftop, his hands lack the same strength that it took to face down Cloud.

He leans on his cane as he lets Dark Nation explore ahead of him as he surveys where he's found himself. There is no electricity aside from a light in a couple of windows in a building down the road but it flickers and is gone a moment later.

But fate is kind when he stumbles upon the Deep End in the course of his explorations. The whiskey he finds is questionable but he's not going to be picky as he pours himself a glass.]

Spaceship;

[Rufus had never been fond of spaceships. He had never hidden his disdain for the Shinra space program but his curiosity got the better of him. Only one of the ships let him in and Dark Nation pushes past him to investigate ahead.

From the outside the ship seems small enough so he doesn't worry about following her, the guard hound has a way of always finding him. The ship is cramped but appears more advanced than what Shinra was able to develop. It still makes him wary but it seems that for the time being, this is home.

It's not the worst place he's ever had the pleasure of staying in, he can't really complain but the quarters are cramped and Dark Nation is displeased as she tries to maneavor around him to try to intercept any potential danger. She stops suddenly at the sound of someone moving around just out of sight and Rufus is reminded that he's unarmed and even if he was he's not in any condition to put up much of a fight at the moment.

There is no escape and nowhere to go but forward to face whoever was there and just hope for the best.]

Ah, I was wondering when I would stumble upon someone else here. I was starting to think I was alone.

Network;

I've been looking through the network since my arrival to try to find out as much information as I can aside from the basic run down I was given but I'm sure there is more to this story.

I've noticed extensive improvements in the city so I must have a lot to catch up on.

explore~

[deal_me_in]

[There's no sound of footsteps on the stairs to warn of incoming company, just the sudden scuff of stone under heel as a shadow appears through the doorway, stretching, it seems, from the adjacent window in the hall. The figure crosses the space in two jaunty steps, sweeping into the bar while humming a nameless tune, the tone strangely electronic around its edges.

Glowing blue eyes are quick to settle upon the man behind the counter helping himself to a drink, metal brow lifting.]

Fresh off the He Row train, hm?

Lord Felwinter // Destiny

[tyrants_son]

Arrival
The Light feels so distant. It's the first thing he reaches for when he awakens with a start, not recalling falling asleep, not that he ever would have allowed himself to rest in such an open area. "Felspring?" the helmeted figure calls, his shoulders sagging in some relief when his Ghost unfolds in shimmering light beside him.

"I don't know where we are," she confirms, sounding more than a little concerned as her silver frame swivels in midair, taking in the surroundings. The two simultaneously turn to look at the suspiciously glowing orb that hovers by the fountain beside them. "Wait, Felwinter-" the Ghost starts, a trace of alarm in her voice as her Risen reaches out towards it.

Several things seem to happen all at once; Felwinter's mind is bombarded with information previously unknown to him, the sudden upload coming as such a shock that he once again finds himself on the ground, Felspring flitting anxiously by his helmeted head. "Nrggh..." he groans, pushing himself to sit up again, his greatcoat pooled around him. He holds his head, the other hand extended to forestall his Ghost from saying anything further. It takes him a few minutes before he finally speaks again, few minutes that seem far too long, and even though he knows now that it's quite possible they're finally out of warsat strike range at least, there's no easy shedding of the years of paranoia that have built up.

"...I know where and why we are here. But I do not know how we are to do what's expected of us."


Exploration
He's not sure how long people have been here to do so, but it's at least obvious that there has been some work in repairing the abandoned city, signs that there is life. The weather here is much more warmer than the mountain he has made home, and yet he does not seem bothered in the least for the heavy and worn, long greatcoat that flows around his boots, nor the odd helmet with its twining pair of horns that obscures his face. The only thing that truly bothers him is the lack of having his shotgun, which he catches himself reaching for beneath his coat on more than one occasion, at the slightest sound of something nearby. He is always on the lookout, his gaze though hidden behind the helmet, never remaining in one place, his feet never pausing for too long until he has a wall at his back.

❅ The agricultural building is something of a wonder to him. He's been to old structures, remnants of the Golden Age, but none that have looked like this. While he's no stranger to the concept of farming, never has he seen it in such a form, not that he can remember. There's some beauty to the vibrant greenery, the punctuation of color in the form of flowers and strange fruits. Certainly this place has been looked after, as even with a precursory glance he can tell the areas that have still remained overgrown and those that have been more worked upon than others.

❅ The Civic Center seems a most ideal place for a decent view of the city for its height, and so Felwinter makes his way up to the rooftop. A breeze tugs at the edges of his coat as he looks out at the city ruins, and although he shares Felspring's unease for standing out in the open, practically making himself such a clear target, he allows himself some time to make his observations. At least until he realizes he's no longer alone up here. The dusting of gravel crunches under his boots as he turns sharply, void light grasped in hand.

❅It occurs to him that the most obvious thing for someone to do if they found themselves brought somewhere against their will is to find a way off the planet. He doubts that it would be that simple, as hardly anything is, but there is a hangar, and it does house ships. Which begs the question of why anyone chooses to stay. Although Felwinter has a feeling he knows the answer, he investigates anyway. It's not something that takes too long, as the first ship he happens upon does not react to open, and it surprises him that even his Ghost cannot hack into it. They go through several more before finding, to their surprise, that one admits them entry. Naturally the warlord heads for the cockpit first, settling into the seat, hands settling upon the controls almost expectantly, although he doesn't seem terribly surprised that nothing happens. Still, he sighs.

((OOC: Will match pose preference~!))

agricultural building

[seeingscarlet]

[He isn't alone here. Eventually, he'll come across several floating hoses that look like they're held aloft with red Void power and a woman standing in between them that seems to be directing them all.

She's half-turned away from him, and she doesn't sense a thing...and that sure is a hose that looks like it's about to start moving his way...]