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Welcome to the Current Test Drive for The Revival Project!

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

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

If you are a Drift Fleet alumni bringing your character from the game, please label your character as 'DFAU' on your top level. Also, keep in mind you have complete flexibility on how your character comes here. They could be taken before endgame, after endgame, two years after, one year before, etc. It's up to you! If you want to completely restart your character, they're not considered DFAU anymore and won't need the label.

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

Thread ideas:

- Explore the city! There's a map here 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. The hotel seems to be the most crowded, but you might want into what appears to be an abandoned storefront and find someone else scavenging or even sleeping.

- There are spaceships! That's right, there are currently several small spaceships grounded in the hangar. They appear to have power, but only one ship will let you enter. (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 it might be worth poking around the one that will...

- Is that a chill in the air? It seems to be getting just a little colder, day by day... or maybe it's your imagination? But just in case it's not, you might want to thinking about prepping for what could be winter. Does that mean gathering plants to dry for food? Stockpiling water, or trying to get the power to stay steady in the buildings so you won't freeze (does it even get down to freezing, here - who knows!)? It's up to you!

- Can you hear me now? 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.

- 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...

code bases by tricklet

Threaded | Flat

→ Hello
First things first. Before any real exploring is done, Athri hunkers down under the first protective overhang of rubble they can find, wedging themself in as tightly and securely as they can. There is tinkering that needs to be done, and you bet they're not going to be caught with their back exposed while they do it.

This might not be the exact device that they're used to, but they sure know a communicator when they see one. They'll just dwell on the fact that they can't remember how this one got on their person later.

Across the network, a video feed of big, reptilian eyes and a lot of dull bluish scales goes live. The strangely monotone voice that follows is halting and quick, as if they can't decide whether to stay quiet or get out as many words as they can in the height of their anxiety, so they kind of do both.

"Captain? Can you... are you hearing this? Is this thing connected or broadcasting or... Captain, can you read me? Or. I guess. Nick... Or Gabe or Rue or anybody just pick up the damned comm."

→ Creeping
When the comm absolutely isn't giving them what they want, they finally venture out for a little exploring. They're doing their best to be sneaky as they make their way through the ruins of the city, but they really don't have the patience to do a good job of it. So, anyone around can catch sight of a very stressed-looking bundle of lizardy nerves creeping along ledges and scurrying down alleyways.

They look mostly human at a distance, though not the correct color at all and their arms seem something like leathery wings folded against their body... and when they notice that they have been spotted, a mane of bristly spikes immediately flares out from their scalp and down their neck. And there they freeze, as though maybe if they don't move, they can't actually be seen.

→ Bishop
Then, they find actual ships, and nothing else matters in the world. It takes some finagling to find one that will actually let them in, but after that, the little reptile is all over every inch of the interior. Buttons are pressed, air vents are peered into, panels are peeled open so that the wires and connections can be inspected. And though they strangely understand only a tiny bit of what they're looking at, that doesn't deter them at all.

This is not the first time that they've had to pick foreign technology apart. Surely, if they just look at it long enough, something will begin to click.

...And when nothing does click, their anxiety hits a peak point of snapping, and they set in on the flight controls with near-panicked fervor. Flipping monitors on and off and yanking on the stick, they desperately try to get the ship to do something useful.

"--Come on, you scrapheap! Fly!"

Exploring

Cooper is used to getting crucial information from unorthodox sources, but the Data Point had been a completely new experience. Even so, he trusts it and takes it at face value, looking around the ruined cityscape with fresh eyes. He can accept being here, instead of where he thought he was going, because he has no other choice. The moment is what it is, and he chooses to look at it with love, instead of with fear. The fact that any living soul could have survived under such ardurous conditions, and build something that could endure them enough to sustain more people still, is extremely impressive to him. As he walks the streets, he looks for any sign of life, and will greet the first one he finds enthusiastically, regardless of their appearance, and offer a handshake.

"Hi, there. Special Agent Dale Cooper. How are you?"

Winter Is Coming

He'd volunteered for plant-gathering, intending to put his Eagle Scout knowledge to good use ... and completely forgotten that the plants on Agra 10 were likely to be completely different from those on Earth. So he hasn't gone very far into the grove he's found before turning to whatever soul decided to accompany him with a slight frown, holding up the two different-colored sacks he's brought along.

"Sorry to bother you, but - is this safe to eat? Or should I be harvesting it just for fuel?"

Can You Hear Me Now

[someone is from 1990 and not familiar with the concept of handheld, wireless communication devices. what he does know, however, are tape recorders, and as such he makes a rather silly assumption. a pleasant, quietly enthusiastic voice drifts over the network]

Diane, unfortunately I can't really confirm what day it is, anymore, but my watch says it's 2:05 PM. My last entry to you should have a proper timestamp - before I entered the Black Lodge. I'm afraid I've got a little bad news, Diane: that's not where I've ended up. I'm not sure if it was just a case of bad timing when I stepped into the circle, or some other aspect of Major Garland's top secret project, but I'm on a planet called Agra 10. It's absolutely incredible, like something out of a post-apocalyptic B-movie, the sort they used to play at the Drive-Ins when I was a much younger, far more impressionable little Cooper. I was never a big fan - as you know, Diane, I prefer fact to fiction - but having my feet on another planet makes it about as factual as it's going to get. The only thing for it is to have a look around, and try to find a purpose. If I'm meant to get back to Twin Peaks, to go on to the Lodge and save Annie, I'll do it, but ... if the universe has brought me here, one never knows. I may have other plans in store.

The Twin Roses
It feels like it's been an eternity - and maybe it has been. In Hell, time is irrelevant. Whether it’s been five minutes or five thousand years, the torment never ceases. The Drift Fleet had oddly enough been a respite for Misty and now she stands again before the ship that had carried her to worlds she’d never imagined possible. Once the Windrose, then the Twin Roses, it doesn’t look quite as she remembers, but then, the Atroma were always changing things around, weren’t they? The big windows, though, those she remembers clearly. She remembers how she would press her face against the glass as a new planet came into view and she remembers her army of pet robots outfitted with squeegees helping her clean that glass until it was sparkling. She wonders if any of them are still on board or if anybody at all remains who would know her and could explain just what has happened here. How is she back? Where are the Atroma? And why is the ship here, in the middle of a city inhabited mainly by ghosts?

Only one way to find out- she boards the ship with some trepidation as she calls out in a shaky voice, “Hello? Anyone here?”

Winter Prep + Greenhouse and Farm
Though she may look more like she belongs more at Coachella than in the wilderness, Misty is quite the survivalist. Unfortunately, she’s most suited for surviving in the swamps of Louisiana, not exactly a place known for cold temperatures. Nor did she arrive with much more than a black lacy dress and thin shawl. So until she can find more substantial clothing, she spends a good deal of her time in the greenhouse and at the farm. Not only is it warmer, it's here where she feels the most useful there to her clan mates. She’s always had a way with plants and animals, encouraging them to grow and prosper by both magical and mundane means.

Still, there’s a lot for her to learn about the flora and fauna of Agra 10. From the not-quite squirrels to the not-quite lemons, she’s sure to be asking whoever is around to tell her more. “What about these?” she asks, pointing at an out-of-control vine crawling all over the walls and covered in tiny red berries. “They safe to eat or not?”

Wildcard
Misty will be doing a lot of exploring when she first arrives, so feel free to find her anywhere else in the city! Maybe you’ve taken pity on this poor coatless girl - she sure could use some warmth in her life!

ooc: I’m happy to use any of these for game canon, if it works out logistically. Also I will match either prose or brackets.

a. forest

[Kaz isn't a fool. He realizes he needs food, water, shelter, and warmth. He knows the cold, an enemy in Ketterdam when he was small and lost everything. He feels like he's at square one here, and he's trying not to freak out about it. He did whatever it took to survive before, he'll do the same here.

The water in the fountain seems fine, since he's seen a few people drink from it. He doesn't really care to get sick, but he also doesn't want to get dehydrated in a place where he's at a disadvantage.

It was probably a bad idea to head in the forest. But he doesn't want to depend on anyone else for food. He collects fruit in his jacket setting it off to the side while he investigates this bush. He must look pretty odd in the forest, a teenager dressed in a suit and tie, shining cane with a crow's head handle in his gloved hand. But then again, he thinks he's alone.

He hears the crunch of the forest's floor under someone's foot and turns, eyes startled and lean frame prepared for a fight.]

b. hotel

[The hotel seems the best bet for a place to sleep tonight. Kaz makes the trek up the stairs, only getting to the third floor before giving up because of the pain in his leg. He finds an empty room (the only empty room? Ghezen, it was hard to find one) and slips in, not even thinking to try a lock or putting something in front of it.

It's difficult, without the Dregs here. And if he's being honest, he misses his crew, longs to even hear Inej's voice, see Jesper's ridiculous smile when he gets a good idea. He had tonight to come up with a plan, but he had very few resources and zero allies. It's not looking good.

He finds a thick blanket and lays it out over the bed frame. It doesn't feel great when he sits, but it's fine. He lies back, stretching his bad leg out with a wince and a pained grunt. hands helping the leg along. He just hopes this isn't someone else's room, and really hopes no one will walk in.]

c. wildcard

[Feel free to come up with a different prompt, or pm or pp me for help! Feel free to use brackets or prose and I'll match!]

Edited 2019-11-11 04:01 (UTC)

( A. Spaceships?? )

The idea of spaceships isn't completely foreign to Gar after finding out about Kory and everything but it's still really, really cool to come across some. So, of course, he wants to get into one and check them out. He just can't help himself there. He's a curious guy and he's young enough to be stupid about it and take unnecessary risks.

So, even though the first few ships he tries to get into just can't be opened he finally gets to the bloodsport and apparently someone forgot to lock that ship up because it opens.

"Holy shit," he grins before climbing aboard.

( B. Network )

What the heck is even happening right now?

( D. Wildcard )

[ will match tenses and styles. open to whatever you like so hit me with your best shot! ]

Forest

Soren frowned as he eyed his new surroundings warily. This certainly wasn't Katolis anymore. Could this be Xadia? -- But wouldn't it be all magical and sparkly if it was? Why was this place in such ruins? Did a big war happen here? This was brand new territory for him. He stood in his armor trying to figure out what to do. he scratched the back of his head, wishing his sister Claudia was around. She would know what to do.

"Hey, can someone help a guy out here?" he called out to a passerby. After being ignored several times, he moved further into the forest to see what he could find. Maybe no one lived in that ruined village and this was just a place to pass through.

Hotel

Finally, Soren was given some answers. Someone was more then patient to answer the many questions that had formed by that point he found someone willing. He realized that the village he was originally in was habitable. People were living in the falling apart buildings and there was this hotel where most stayed in.

He didn't know what a hotel was....but he gathered enough that it had to be like an inn. He trooped back to the village and into the hotel. It was kind of creepy and run down. Maybe he will he find more people. Or better yet food. Food would be good now. A jelly tart would be fabulous right now.

Wild Card

Feel free to write your own scenario and I'll hop in.

Arrival in Hell
The last thing South recalls is the mission with North and Carolina, banging around in the back of the pelican as Niner hit every space pothole possible. Then she's waking up...here? Wherever 'here' is. She's up in a frenzy, grabbing for her pistol and scanning the room quickly for any threats. But her hand comes up empty after groping her hip for a second where it should be. Well, fuck it, she can fight, raising her fists in a fight-ready stance as soon as it clicks that she's unarmed.

All she sees is flickering panels, foliage, a jacked up fountain. The place looks like hell, and while the tall buildings and technology aren't really anything new to her, she knows she hasn't been here in her life. It's like ruins, deteriorating and abandoned. It looks clear of anyone, any enemies, but she's not trusting that for one second-

Oh. What the fuck is that?

South's gaze falls on the orb, narrowing her eyes suspiciously at it a moment. It...feels weird. Like it's drawing her closer, her boots dragging slightly in resistance as she's pulled towards it. She doesn't want to touch it, but goddamn if her hand isn't lifting anyways to caress it. She probably looks like she's frozen all of a second, just standing there as the flash of information floods her. But she staggers back after just a breath, a hand moving to her forehead as she tries to grasp what the hell is going on.

As her head is spinning, unable to make sense of the situation, she hears a noise. The what's and why's can wait, she spins to face the sound, muscles all tight and fists tightening in anticipation for danger. She doesn't call out to whoever is there just out of sight, she keeps quiet as she inches back towards the fountain, planning to use it as cover if she needs to.

Shopping in The City

South isn't sure what to make of this place, of the stupid info-bomb orb, or any of it. She's actually fairly sure she's either straight up dead and this is some kind of purgatory, or she got knocked out and is having a very intense coma dream. Whatever it is, the nip of chilly air feels real, and the gnawing in her stomach does too. There isn't much in the way of choices. Either she can wait it out and see if she dies, possibly again. Or scavenge for supplies while waiting this out, see if she wakes up from a coma induced hallucination or if she is stuck here and really does need them.

So she scavenges. So far, she's gotten a decent pair of boots, they're a little long in the toe but they lace up past her ankle so it's fine. She's found some alright enough clothes, a pair of jeans that fit a little short and a shirt that's a little tight, but they'll work fine for now. The jacket she found has holes in a couple places, but it blocks the cool air out well enough. Between these finds and her undersuit, she feels somewhat comfortable to look for other things. She's even managed to scrounge up a sack, and with no holes! It only has a few heavily worn spots. Now she just needs to fill it with useful shit.

Feeling naked without a weapon or even her armor, she hangs back a safe scouting distance, eyes scanning the storefront for any movement. She's seen way too many people in the hotel, which she pointedly avoided, but this storefront seems safe so far. No movement for the last several minutes, at least.

She hustles inside quickly and quietly, sack ready in one hand, the other hand poised to start digging through the mess of shelves to find something. She's elbow deep in some rubble, fishing out metal to see if anything can be crafted into a weapon, when the hairs on the back of her neck stand on end. Pausing to focus on listening, she makes out the sound of footsteps approaching. South pushes up from the spot she's been kneeling, stepping quietly as possible to slip behind the shelf, peering out around it just enough to see who or what is coming.

Starduck, The Space Duckling

With her precious sack of supplies slung over her shoulder, South trudges along to continue her endless search for goodies. She's layered up, probably too much, with her undersuit, pants, shirt, and jacket. But she's not setting a single thing down and risking it disappearing. So far, the people around here seem alright enough. She's certain she can take any one of them, but they mostly seem as lost as she is with this whole ordeal and not really a threat.

Still. She's not trusting any of them. To the point that, even with the hotel seeming to be the most popular spot to tuck in for the night, she's been only somewhat resting in various other buildings around. Ones without people near when her guard is slightly down. She doesn't stay long anyways, just enough to let her get adequate rest so she can stay alert. Then she's off again, like she is now.

At least she's not lurking anymore, trying to stay in the shadows or ducking behind hiding places when she hears another person. No, she's just moving along, boots giving a soft thud as she continues. But the steps stop abruptly as her attention is entirely thrown for a loop. A ship. More than one. An actually fucking ship?!

South runs up to one and- fuck. It's locked. She checks a couple more, hope startling to fizzle, until at long last, one allows her to open it. The Starduck. Weird fucking name, but she couldn't give less of a shit. She tracks dirt along with her, eyes peering over every fancy detail on the way in. It's shiny, lavish, like a luxury ship from back home. Still, while she could do without the bells and whistles, if it can fly, that's all she cares about.

She's hoping to find the cockpit first, she's no pilot but UNSC training had them run a couple courses. It can't be that different, right? However, the first door she pops open looks like the barracks. Or bunks. A place to sleep. She eyes the beds skeptically, a real mattress? Seriously? She might scream. Her hands move to touch dirty palms over one of the bunks, slipping to press into the bed to see if it's really, actually soft. God, her back is singing hymns already.

Of course, though, just as she's starting to feel the little bubbles of hope build in her chest, they're popped as she hears someone else wandering up her way. She adjusts her sack still hanging over her shoulder, the small smile over a real bed melting into a half scowl as she waits to see who's bothering her now.

She's no Electrician but...

Alright! South has a set of clothes over her undersuit, has managed to find another set that she has tucked safely in her sack, and while she's dubious of the food she's gathered, it seems edible enough for now. While sleeping arrangements are still...being made, she decides to take a stab at this power issue going on. Some steady electricity will be good in general, but especially if winter is coming.

So, she picks a building that seems pretty deserted after her good hour of watching, and heads on in. After some searching, she locates the breaker in a back room, possibly an old laundry room but she's not sure. She doesn't have tools, and that's step two, find something safe to poke at electric shit without dying.

Hesitantly, she squirrels away her sack of supplies, then sets out to explore the building for said tools. She's still not bothering to sneak or be quiet, thumping her boots across the floor as she moves through the first room. After not finding any tools, or other goodies to haul back to her supplies, she hauls herself into another room and-

Oh. It's not an empty room, shit. She stands in the door way, sizing up the person before she bluntly lets out, "Who are you?"

Does This Thing Use Electricity?

[South has gone through every single program and pixel of this tablet, and it's absolutely zero help with any useful information to her. Alright, that's not fair, she is pleased with the info on the flora and fauna, and other people, and all of that. But it doesn't spell out how to get home right now this instant- so, its stupid. At least she knows it works, she's seen other people posting shit, so, she'll give it a shot, sending out a typed post.]

This is Agent South Dakota, looking for any members of Project Freelancer or the UNSC.

[Now, she had considered not giving any information or names out so openly, but if anyone she knows might be here, she wants to be nose to nose with them as soon as possible.]

Edited 2019-11-26 09:09 (UTC)

i. Exploring
Link had seen some abandoned places before. They always had a sort of sad, scraped-out quality to them, as if whatever had lived there once had been all worn down and cast away, walls like peeled rind, and everything just a little too quiet. Ruins, mostly.

This was like that, this place all emptied out and run down. The world was starting to reclaim it all, windows caving in and walls gone dingy and dented. Poking his head into one of those windows proved that the wind had let in seeds, and what had once been a carpet was braided up with the roots of a young tree, yearning towards the light. It smelled green, and despite the hollowness, he smiled.

And then he heard it; movement. Something, maybe someone coming. Hand on his sword, he turned to face it, ready to fight...

ii. Ships! In! Spaaace!
Link has never seen, nor ridden, in any boat bigger than a canoe, but even he struggles to imagine this as a ship. He has no trouble whatsoever in hooking a line to the top of it and zipping to the top for a better view, nor in setting camp on that vantage to have a break and maybe sharpen his sword a little.

Maybe that's a problem for you; maybe you find it a perfectly reasonable response to the idea of an enclosed space hewn from metal being treated as some kind of oceangoing vessel. Either way, he lifts a hand in greeting as you approach. Hello, stranger!

iii. Chilly Days
The days turned cold, and then colder, turning everything sharp and clear on sunny days and freezing all breath out of the air. One further addition to the town's ambiance might bring still more chills: a wolf, seen moving in twilight hours, pacing across the town, howling at strange times. Has anyone been attacked yet?

Of course, the wolf, if you should meet him, doesn't seem to be all that hostile. In fact, he seems to be sitting by a fire, calm and comfortable as a pet. What's more, should you arrive just at the right time, he might even bring you something— and what kind of wild animal, I ask you, gifts its food to random strangers? Still, however tame it seems, this very much is a wolf, as huge and sharp-fanged as that implies.

Do you dare to join him?

iv: Wildcard!
hit me with your best shot!

Edited 2019-12-28 02:41 (UTC)

i. Expurrloration
Most people have seen a cat. Quintet has never seen a human city. Or rather, she's never seen a city built by homo sapiens; what she would call a city, and who she would consider human, are well known to her.

What isn't well known is the layout of the city. But handily, it seems that some helpful soul has posted signage everywhere. It's very different to the hand-scratched scribe's work she's used to, but by sitting back on her haunches and studying the sign, she's sure she can decipher it, given enough time. Maybe you've never seen a cat studiously reading a street-sign before?

But now she's seen you, first flicking an ear in your direction, then giving a glance, and now a full stare. She hasn't moved other than to turn her head, however.

"Uh," It's not the most intelligent start, but after a deep breath, she continues, speaking quite intelligibly, "Hey, guy. You speak? Got a minute to talk? Oh geez, please speak common, my Panid is so bad."

ii. Ship's Cat
All is quiet among the spacecraft. And then, an alarm goes off on the Twin Roses. Then it stops, only to be brought back to life a moment later. Lights flash, the engines fire, rev up higher, dragging the ship several scraping feet along the ground, then suddenly shut off, half-tilting the ship up onto one strut before crashing it back down onto it's landing gear. Through the windows, clearly visible from the outside, a cat is standing on the control panel, manipulating buttons and levers and little switches with its paws, in the exact manner of a panicked person who does not know how to fly a spaceship.

Or, possibly, just a trapped cat. Who can tell?

iii. Hee Row Comm Uni Cay Shun
Hero Communication?
[The voice is feminine, slightly tinny, and very, very annoyed. The visual is of a cat, seen from below, pawing with clear annoyance at the communicator's screen. She is of a calico particolour, green-eyed, and talking.]
Hero. Who exactly's a 'Hero,' here? You've got to be kidding me.

[The video cuts out, then back in, then back out. Then the video is back, but the audio is gone, and now the picture mostly shows furry tummy; the cat has moved to examining the top edge of the device and has partly obscured the view with her body as a result. Maybe her paw is over the microphone?]

This thing is clearly doing something... [The sound resumes normal volume, and the world is treated to a view of the underside of a cat's chin as Quintet sits back on her haunches, looking out and away.] Connected? Connected to what, I don't see any...Ugh. What have I gotten into this time...

iv. Wildcard!
go crazy and gimme a wild card!

Exploring
This is certainly a new experience, and if there's one thing Vector has a soft spot for, it's new experiences. So many new sights and sounds, all for Vector to explore and learn about. He wonders how the food tastes here. It will be something to find out.

He wanders past many abandoned buildings, before stopping to regard one. "It seems a waste to simply let these buildings simply sit around, unused."

Ships
The ships here are of interesting make. They bear some similarities to ships Vector has seen from back when he did First Contact work, while still being their own make and design. Thus, Vector can't really compare them to any one species' ship design for comparison sake.

Vector regards the ships with a mixture of fascination and awe, reaching out with his enhanced senses.

"It has been a while since we have been on a ship of this size."

Wildcard
[OOC: Feel free to write your own prompt!]

NETWORK // VIDEO

[ Here's a green haired woman, somewhere in her late thirties, looking a lot less bothered than she maybe could be. ]

Allllll right. Show of hands or whatever, any X-Men or affiliated parties here — shit, I'd even settle for Avengers — or do I sound nuts? If that's a 'no' on any of those people, then, hi, name's Lorna Dane, sometimes Polaris. And yes, the green hair is natural, so thanks for asking.

[ She may not be bothered by much, but she did wake up on the sassy side of the bed today apparently. ]

I've done the whole multiverse and space and weird and cities blah blah blah shebang before more times than I can count, so, cool. Anyone wanna give me the insider scoop on the real shtick behind this one?

SHIPS

Lorna is starting to poke around these ships. Curiously, none have opened for her so far, and there's a high chance you may come across her while she's trying to use her magnetic powers to open one. Which is very unsuccessful. If you have the ability to sense magnetic fields, you will see a green, wispy aura around her as she uses these powers — otherwise, it just looks like a woman straining over nothing.

Finally, at a ship called 'First Breath', it opens for her. She squints, because she's not sure if her powers finally decided to function or of this thing was programmed to open for her. Either way, fishy, but she goes in to check it out. Meet up with her while she scopes out her new digs?

WILDCARD

( → Hit me with something; I'll roll with it! PM me here or on plurk @ psylocke if you want to hash something out first. )

i. The City, The Ruins
It always seemed to be that one came upon the world long after everything that was going to happen, had. That wasn't the truth, of course, and the fact that there were always more ruins seemed to prove it; underneath these walls, as with others, there were surely much older ones. Still, it did give the world a feeling of being little more than a much-overgrown graveyard. But that was why she was here, wasn't it? At the end of it all, there had to be something. There was always something.

Usually something very big, true, with sharp fangs or a great big sword. Even so.

A knight isn't the kind of sight most people expect to see walking down fine, modern streets like those of Agra 10. Or, like they used to be, rather. Even less you might expect the knight, sword, shield and all, to be trying to wedge themselves into a broken window, trying to gain access to what's inside. But, looking at the window-frame, anyone could see the water damage and rot, the way it's about to collapse if they keep putting their weight on it like that...

ii. The Space, The Ships
Anachronistic as anything, this; a knight looking up at the curved egg-dome of a spaceship hull. Anyone watching might happily mistake her for a statue, so long does she stand, quite still, considering, barely moving.

And then, as if facing off against a great dragon, the knight draws her sword and— CLONG!

That's how you open spaceship doors, right? Hitting it repeatedly with a sword? Makes perfect sense to somebody here, at least.

iii. The Chill, The Air
It's a cold day. It's been a cold day for weeks, now, and nothing could be more welcome than the cheery glow of a bonfire. This one, the one you've stumbled upon, is perhaps a bit odd; for one, there very much are human bones nestled in among the fuel. Large bones, a few smaller ones, and one leering skull, wreathed in cherry-red embers and licked by soot and fire. There's also a sword stuck in it, or maybe just a very strange sort of poker, all twisted and strange; the whole arrangement has an air of magic about it.

What kind? Well, what are you, a mage? Come closer, and see.

And say hello to the person sitting there, at the fire. Just sitting, warming their bones, though how warm one can be when dressed head to toe in face-obscuring armor is anyone's guess. Come closer, friend, and know her better!

iv. The Wild, The Card
hit me up with any scenario you like! Feel free to come get me on Plurk or discord, if you'd like to throw any ideas at the wall.

a; arrival

Four minutes in this strange, desolated city and it's already offering Teddy more information then he's used to having at any given time when strange occurrences like these happen back home. It's not particularly pleasant information, nor does it seem like these Agrii who have brought him here would be interested in sending him back, but at least he has the basic who, where, and why covered.

The one question now he's lacking any answer to is what now? Scoping out the city seems like a safe place to start. And what better way to accomplish that then by taking to the sky? His skin takes on a green hue as he shifts into his Hulkling form, growing what looks like green armored plates over both shoulders, claws, and large reptile like wings on his back.

He flies with ease over rooftops, trying to determine the size of the city and searching out anything that looks like an important landmark. If he happens to see someone on the ground he may swoop down and attempt to engage, or offer a wave as he flies overhead. Needless to say, his large form suddenly appearing in the sky can come as a surprise to anyone not used to such sights.

b; hangar

It seems like a pretty big hindsight on the part of his would-be kidnappers to leave a bunch of space ships laying around for anyone to stumble on. Which is why he's not expecting much when he goes poking around the hangar, still in his Hulkling form. He gives of couple of the ships a walk around, surveying their outsides and eventually trying their doors.

He's checking the door on his fourth try when the door finally opens, and he stands there for a long moment, blinking in surprise, before stepping forward into the ship. He proceeds to get the lay of the land, poking his head through all the doors and, if he makes it that far, checking out the control room. He's not much of a pilot himself, but it would be good to at least see what he's working with.

And if he happens to be caught at it well...have a green, six foot tall, winged teenager offering you his best 'oh shucks' grin.

"I take it this is your ship?"

c; network text

This is probably a long shot, but has anyone here heard of the Young Avengers? Or just the Avengers? Fantastic Four? X-Men?

First Breath

Of all the ships grounded in the hangar, it seems only appropriate that the one which allows Leia access is the one that, upon entry, immediately reminds her of the Falcon. Maybe they are all like this, inside, though from their markedly different exteriors she thinks that is likely not the case. At any rate, she appreciates very much the sense of familiarity and the small but definite comfort such a thing provides.

Mindful that members of the crew may be aboard, she is cautious in her exploration. The cockpit is empty, and so the General takes a seat in the pilot’s chair and allows her thoughts to drift back to what feels like another lifetime. It is peaceful here, quiet and serene and tranquil enough that she slowly, slowly begins to relax and her eyes slowly, slowly droop closed. Good thing she is not actually tasked with flying this ship, for she has most certainly fallen asleep at the controls.

Network // Communicator

[ It’s sort of like a hologram, this video thing—-though Leia would personally prefer holographic technology.

Nevertheless, she angles the camera just so and sends her message out into the ether. ]

Do any of you happen to know exactly what planet we’re on? Or if this planet is part of a particular system?

By way of introductions, I am Leia Organa—-General Organa, if that means anything to anyone here.

[ Doubtful, but worth a try. The galaxy as she knows it is large; it is entirely possible she has ended up somewhere unknown… or in another galaxy, altogether. ]

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To quote the great Pat Benatar, hit me with your best shot!

OOC: So, here's how this is gonna work. As of right now, I'm planning to app this guy from one canon point, play him for a while and then update him when the time is right. The first reply to this comment is gonna have prompts for him from post-The Last Jedi, the second reply is gonna have prompts for him post-The Rise of Skywalker, so, y'know, spoilers for Rise of Skywalker coming in that second comment!

Miles To Go

Everything was all a blur. The last thing he remembered was the Agni Kai. The crazed look on his sister’s face, blasts of fire crashing against each other. Then there was the lightning. He had been prepared for it, until the unthinkable happened. He tried to block it, tried to redirect it away from the intended target, which should have been him. But he hadn’t been in the right stance. The energy having coursed chaotically through his body, burning pain left in its wake when it finally exited.

Cold stone was what awaited him on the ground. He could barely move, and the sounds of battle continued to rage around him. Mind numbed by the pain, he couldn’t tell what was going on. Then there she was, turning him over with worry in her blue eyes. Katara’s face was the last thing he saw before everything faded to black.

Had he died? No, he must have passed out. The feel of cold stone was still on his back as he came to. The searing pain in his stomach was still there, but not as intense. Zuko thought he was still in the palace courtyard as he blinked open his eyes. Managing to sit up, he quickly realized this wasn’t where he had been, and that he was now very much alone. Looking around he saw unfamiliar buildings in ruins. There was no Katara, no Appa, and no Azula. Just a dark, hauntingly empty place. Everything silent until he heard the howl of some strange animal.

Struggling, he managed to get to his feet, his eyes catching sight of a glowing orb. Feeling drawn to it he stumbled over and touched it. A flood of information filling his mind, leaving him dazed once it was done. One arm around his middle he then ducked inside a building. It was cold and he could faintly see his breath as he puffed from the exertion. He was tired and weak but he could move. His mind reeling with unanswered questions, the only thing he could do right now was seek shelter and wait for daylight. Leaning against a wall he raised his hand and created a small flame to give him light. Using it to see as he slowly ventured further into the abandoned building.

Not feeling up to climbing any of the stairs, Zuko wearily trudged across concrete floors littered with broken glass and twisted metal. Eventually he came into a small room where there was a pile of old discarded fabric. Somebody’s dirty laundry pile maybe. It was there that he collapsed. A cloud of dust rising from the pile as he did so. It smelled too, but he didn’t care. It was better than spending the night on the cold hard floor. If someone found him, it would be there, until he would finally wake up the next morning and move on.

COME YOU KNEE KATE

Once Zuko had finally gotten his bearings, he discovered this strange little tablet that had randomly shown up next to him. Never having seen anything like this in his primitive little world, he could only stare at it and the blinking icon before he finally touched it. Eyes going wide as a strange message came from it.

... Okay.

Once that's done, he taps at the other icons, which seem to do absolutely nothing. At least from his perspective. Anyone watching will get an up close and personal view of his face as he squints at the tablet.

"What is this stupid thing supposed to do?"

He shakes it, which might make someone dizzy if they don't look away.

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[OOC: If none of these prompts meet your fancy, feel free to throw something else at me!]

Edited 2020-01-30 20:34 (UTC)

Bloodsport - Kitchen

“Can you even call this food?! What kind of sadistic would force people to eat this shit?!”

Touma angrily glared at the strange device he found inside one of spaceships he boarded. The machine was plainly labeled as a 'Protein Dispersing Device' with a touchscreen interface featuring a variety of tantalizing flavors. Out of curiosity and sheer hunger, he had grabbed himself a plate from the cupboard and selected 'Soft-Solid Chicken'. He was soon rewarded with an unappetizing mushy pile of something that resembled tofu.

“There has to be something else here to eat. I refuse to believe a hyper advanced alien race is incapable of surpassing food preservation techniques from the 60s'!” With a determined shout, Touma began to loudly rummage through the kitchen in search of a more edible looking alternative. Or at the very least, a packet of condiments to make his chicken flavored tofu more palatable. Surely the people who supplied this ship were kind enough to at least provide the unfortunate souls who had to live out countless months cramped inside here something other than questionable mush, right?

Right?!

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Black bunny girls or red bunny girls. Which is better?

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