Opening Test Drive Meme

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TEST DRIVE
Application FAQ | Taken Characters | Reserves | Application

Welcome to the first Test Drive for The Revival Project!

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

The TDM for the first round of applications is NOT required but is highly recommended. Really this is to see the interest level in the game as well as to have everyone interact on the new planet and with the new experiences offered here. There will be a post in the TDM where questions can be asked regarding the prompts/settings. We're keeping this loose though so go ahead and have fun with it. Any questions about the game please direct to the comment section of the FAQ. 

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

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

*ATTENTION! RESERVES ARE NOW OPEN!*
*ATTENTION! APPLICATIONS ARE NOW OPEN!*
*GAME OPENS AUGUST 19th!*

WHALE COMB PARTY


In the square near your arrival point, one building seems to be in fairly good repair. It’s large and stark white on every wall. Unlike the other buildings, all the lights are on and the windows looking out are intact. That alone would make it remarkable but it’s hardly the most noticeable thing once you step inside the open doorway.

Hanging against one wall is a piece of fabric that has ‘WHALE COMB!’ painted on it in drippy, fluorescent pink letters. A smiley is painted underneath it right on the wall with three eyes and long fangs. The fangs drip down all the way to the floor and the eyes are just a blob of paint, but whoever left it seems to have been trying, here. ‘US THANK THEY!’ is written beside it, barely legible. On every other wall is ‘EAT’ in various sizes and colors. They thankfully don’t drip as much as the smiley since, beneath them, are tables upon tables of food.

There are meats, fruits, root vegetables, and even what might be a sweet dessert of some sort as well. Bowls are full of them, apparently a welcome dinner for the Agrii’s new heroes. At the very least it will give everyone a quick crash course on what is edible around here. But some of it might have … adverse effects:

- People chomping down on the striped meat all seem to get very drowsy a few minutes later.
- The red fruit that looks like a giant cherry is the equivalent of a few shots - the more consumed, the more drunken this party is getting.
- There is a bowl of weeds that have small, daisy-like flowers all along the stalks. This tastes like chicken and gives the eater a sudden burst of energy that will have them running around the room like they’re being chased.
-There are a collection of drinks, some made from the red fruit, some that are clearly water, some that taste like a less-sweet lemonade with no effects, and then there's a blue one that tastes like an especially dark beer. People drinking this will find themselves incapable of lying for a half hour.

Of course, no way to know any of this before you chow down. So dig in and enjoy the show!

 

LOST AND ALONE


They said don’t go into the forest. If the noises there weren’t deterrent enough then the thick trees and lack of paths should have been. Yes, you’ll need food. Yes, both meat and many fruits are in the forest. But maybe you should have gotten some more information before heading in.

Congratulations: you went into the forest and are now lost. You can’t hear the murmurings from town, nor can you see any of the lights that might be flickering on and off in the city. How are you going to get back into town? How do you make sure that the creatures here don’t attack you? You probably don’t have any weapons, so you’d better figure something out quick.

Or, maybe you’ll get lucky and run into another foolish person wandering around out here. Try not to attack them - unless they attack first.

 

MILES TO GO


The first thing every survivor needs to find is shelter. Not long after your arrival at the fountain, it’s getting darker now and, even if the night is short (you’re about to find out it’s not!), you don’t want to spend your first one out on an unfamiliar street. Distantly you can hear a sound like a wolf howling through an elephant’s trunk. It’s loud and alien. Maybe you want to find somewhere to sleep a little more quickly.

Right away there are two pretty solid options that will do nicely for the night: an abandoned hotel-like structure and some empty stores.

The hotel structure seems to be the most popular option for others. Its large, overgrown lobby leads you to the staircase and over a dozen floors of rooms in varying conditions. Despite it looking as though no one has set foot in here for decades, the stairs and floors all are secure. The rooms that have doors on them open up to dusty rooms that all have a bathroom (of sorts) attached and long, narrow bed frames. Figuring out a mattress will be a challenge but at least this is a safe place to sleep. As long as no animals laid claim to this room before you got in...

But let’s say the room in the hotel doesn’t work for you. Maybe the room is too small for you. Maybe you don’t like the stairs. Maybe you want someplace private to separate yourself from the rest of these strangers and to think quietly about what to do next. Either way, the other option is any number of abandoned stores lining the block where you arrived. The glass doors and windows of many are broken but there are just as many intact as well. The rooms are all large and empty, as whatever wares inside were either taken or dissolved over the years. There may be a counter or two that will get you off the ground, though. With all this space, you’re bound to find something to sleep on.

Unless someone else got there, first...


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Dr. Julian Bashir | Star Trek: Deep Space 9

[frontierbashir]

[WHALE COMB]

Julian is on his guard--no matter how abandoned this place looked, someone transported him here for a reason. Perhaps he was being watched as he thought this. He had never heard of an Agra 10 and it's easy for an Augment with eidetic memory to be absolutely sure of that.

Understandably he heads towards the noticeably better-kept building, pressing himself close to the wall as he looks around the corner into the building itself. He can't help but think of his favorite holosuite programs where he acts as a spy, only this was real life and the safeties were off and his adrenaline is pumping into his body at rates he's certain he never hit while in a holosuite.

He absolutely doesn't expect what he sees inside. He double-takes as he reads the banner and lets out a small laugh as it finally clicks in its absurdity. At least the aliens knew Standard, oddly. Or perhaps an illusion like his Universal Translator?

Julian walks further into the room and looks at the spread before him. He doesn't recognize any of it, but it looks like prepared food. He isn't hungry at the moment, but even if he was, he wouldn't eat any of it without analyzing it first.

Speaking of which.

His hands go to his tricorder with almost muscle memory. Turning it on, he holds out towards the plates of food to analyze it--only it doesn't turn on. He frowns at it, turning it over, opening panels, pushing buttons, but nothing. His tricorder is well and truly dead.

His excellent hearing alerts him to the fact that someone is approaching the building, but he doesn't turn around until they're inside, not wanting to give away just how good his hearing actually is. He gives a little start, as though surprised, before he turns around towards the other.

"I'm afraid I've no way to determine if this food is edible or not," he states, looking apologetic. He's 6'0" and very slim with light brown skin, brown hair and hazel eyes, appearing very innocuous.

[stillgotmyleftarm]

Bucky is about the same height; a little bulkier, admittedly, and the jumpsuit he's wearing is much more drab and utilitarian than a Starfleet uniform - except for the large red, white, and blue shield slung over his back.

He definitely looks curious at... whatever it is Julian is trying to do with the food, although it doesn't appear to be working. Bucky sort of quirks a half-smile, stepping up a little closer and admitting, "I'm reasonably hard to poison, I guess I could be a guinea pig."

Re: Dr. Julian Bashir | Star Trek: Deep Space 9

[bossofspace]

Carol approaches with a half grin, and goes in for one of the mugs of blue stuff. "Well, there's one way to find out," she points out, and hands the mug over to him.

That stuff she knows is harmless, at least, having tried some for herself earlier. "Don't think we would all be brought here just for us to wind up dead, y'know?"

[crowboy]

Corbin is pretty quiet, it came from hunting and from the fact that he doesn't have his shoes on. He's careful to avoid anything that looks like broken glass, the last thing he wants is to slice his foot open and end up with gangrene. Granny'd have his tailfeathers tacked on the wall if that happened. So the start isn't all that surprising, he's used to sneaking up on people, it was a game his siblings played often enough.

Where Dr. Bashir is slim, Corbin has the whipcord thin body of someone used to manual labor who seems unable to put on weight. He's pale and covered in freckles, long red hair pulled into a tail at the nape of his neck. He's not quite 5'9" (and his brothers won't let him forget it) and muddy, his feet and ankles especially looking like he'd just ran barefoot through the woods. His jeans are spattered in dirt, and what used to be a white shirt is looking more like a Jackson Pollack piece, if he ever did a Dirt and Tree Debris period.

"Well, pretty sure you c'n just eat it. Little bites prob'ly ain't gonna kill you." He's not sure what's going on exactly, but he's being polite and making conversation, more out of confusion than anything else. Confusion which doesn't lessen as he takes in the food spread before them. His accent is the soft, rounded sort, rural Earth, all contractions and 'Ers' where his 'Os' would be. As different from Bashir's measured words as night from day.

Clint Barton | MCU | Mid-Endgame

[beenalongday]

A. Whale Comb

Once upon a time, Clint was very much a party person. But the whole world changed in the blink of an eye, and with that, Clint's priorities changed as well. So he's here at this party, but it's not because he's looking for a good time.

What he is looking for is people he might know, but also, some indication that the food laid out in front of them isn't laced with poison. No one around appears to be keeling over mid-bite, but that doesn't mean he trusts things just yet.

The striped meat and the red fruit look very odd, so he bypasses those. The bowl of plants is odd, but- it's plants. People have been foraging and gathering for literal years, so he figures this might be a safer option.

Fast forward a couple seconds, and Clint can now be found dashing around the room like a man on speed.

B. Lost and Alone

When the party becomes too much for Clint, he retreats, but the problem is, he's only just getting his bearings. The forest does look ominous, but it's quiet, and there's solitude to be found there.

That's what he's looking for most as he makes his way into the thick of the woods. But when a twig snaps behind him, he tenses and whirls around, but he doesn't have his usual bow and arrows within arm's reach. Either way, he's ready to defend himself however he can, even if that's just with a broken-off tree branch. Of course, it would be preferable if he didn't have to right then and there, but beggars can't be choosers.

C. Miles to Go

After his jaunt into the woods, what Clint wants is somewhere private and comfortable where he can take a load off. He might not trust this place just yet, but even he needs a break sometimes.

It's not even that he's a stranger to sleeping out of doors, but like it or not, he feels just a bit drained. Not that he'll be admitting as much to anyone, but lately he's been feeling like he's been lugging around a bag of rocks that he just can't shake off.

Life hasn't been a picnic lately, and it seems that things are finally starting to catch up to him. Luckily, even though the exterior of the hotel leaves something to be desired, a room is a room, and Clint is anything but picky right about now.

Of course, before he just helps himself to a room, he knocks on the door. "Hey, anyone in there?" If there's no response, he'll walk right in. Hopefully whoever's in there isn't asleep.

Lost and Alone

[frontierbashir]

Julian throws up his hands in an automatic show of his unarmed status. His busted tricorder hangs powerless against his hip from his shoulder, a rather innocuous looking metal box to the casual outsider.

He's 6'0", very lean and dressed in a one piece uniform. His expression is slightly panicked as he takes a half-step back despite being a few meters away already.

"Sorry, I didn't mean to startle you. I was attempting to explore some of the flora around here myself when I got lost. I didn't exactly trust the food laid out for us."

whale comb

[seeingscarlet]

Fortunately for Clint, Wanda's seen the effects of that particular plant before. Familiar scarlet wisps of power surround him and gently bring him to a stop before Wanda herself hurries over. "Clint? Are you all right?" She gives him a once-over and...well. "What did you do to your hair?"

She looks and sounds different than she did the last time he saw her: her hair is brown, her makeup is done in her usual style, and her accent is still noticeable. Wherever she came from, she clearly wasn't in hiding.

Miles to Go

[outstandingbalance]

Natasha is already standing when she hears the knock, every intention of meeting whatever fellow kidnappee has found their way to her door and making sure they're settling. Call it micromanaging, but she'd rather know who's here with her, what they can do and what help they might need, then chase them off for her privacy.

It's not that she's looking for company as much as information, but the end result is the same.

When she hears that voice, though, the heavy sense of responsibility is lifted. It's replaced by something much more raw. "Stay right there!"

An instant later, she's opening the door, already reaching for his shoulder even while she's confirming that he is who she thinks he is.

A

[doubled_speed]

Well, a man on speed really can't compete with Speed himself. Doesn't recognize the guy at first, just wants to chuckle when he sees someone else going for the weeds. This will be funny. But once he starts going, well, Tommy moves quickly, at the speed of another person's thought. Moves right into the path and holds and arm out, bracing himself. Super speed mutants also tend to have super strength muscles. Not SUPER super strength, but enough for him to absorb any impact and catch the man in his arms.

"Well, nice to run into you."

C

[stillgotmyleftarm]

It's likely that Clint picked, whether consciously or subconsciously, a room with good sight lines. And it just so happens that yeah, that room is occupied; Bucky's dozing more than sleeping, and he's tucked in a sitting position into a corner where the red, white, and blue shield doesn't catch the light.

Even so, he'd be visible to someone like Clint as soon as he does come in. That's about how long it takes Bucky's head to snap up and his hand to go for said shield, though most (if not all) of the tension goes out of him when he sees the face.

Like Clint, he's basically looking at a familiar face, just with a different haircut.

Which might be why the first words out of his mouth are, "Ouch, did you lose a bet with Stark over how to do your hair?"

hermione granger | harry potter | dfau

[brainiest]

WHALE COMB

[ Waking up and exploring somewhere new is familiar to her now; she knows the feeling and the immediate sense of relief and confusion wraps around her like a warm blanket. Knowing where she's returned and knowing that there might be people waiting for her is more than enough and she begins to explore, peeking here and there until she feels as though she knows what she is doing and what she's trying to do.

She doesn't spend a great deal of time worrying about the food, but she gets a little bit, moving to sit by herself in the corner.

Honestly? She thinks she ought to go out and try and find someone she knows, if there is anyone, but she settles down to watch instead. She knows herself; Hermione recognises that she will wander and get curious - so she waits, just for a little bit, in case anyone else decides to come around and venture in. ]

SHELTER

[ The hotel is, at least, a place to start, and wand in hand Hermione moves in and begins to look around. They're all dusty and empty and tarnished, so she knows she has a lot of work to do - she remembers that not everyone is blessed enough to have the kind of magic that might work to clean up rooms. Even the magic she had learned in her other world hadn't been much in those terms, so she's more than happy to roll up her sleeves - literally and metaphorically - and get started.

What she does first is sit down in one of the hallways, beginning to write a note as she ponders. They'll need beds, blankets, something to store things in - trunks, maybe? - and other such things to make these rooms habitable. She can make all of those if she has the right materials, but does she even have credits any more? Is this how this place works?

Frowning, she leans back and breathes out hard, frustrated and already wanting to tie her hair up. ]

WILDCARD

( Find her anywhere or ping me for something! )

Whale Comb

[blindrecipe]

[Well, the feeling of being watched is nothing unusual. The lack of the mocking voice of Ardyn Izunia is welcome, no doubt, but the sudden silence after the extreme humming of machinery is unnerving for Ignis. Not that he'd ever let it show.

Carefully, he moves in a circle, ready to summon his knives or wield his cane in his own defense should the need arise. He can't hear anything inherently dangerous and that is suspicious. The lack of Gladio's deep, heavy breathing and Prompto's sharp, shallow gasps helps add to his discomfort. And the sound of his own steady breaths echoing back is much quicker than it should be if they were still in Zegnautus.]

Prompto, Gladio, Noct.

[It's not a question when he calls out for his friends. There's definitely a part of him that feels that he won't get a response, or the response he will get is one he doesn't really want, but he still has to try.

Finally, the sound of someone breathing loudly reaches his ears and he turns on light feet in that direction, poised to fight if he has to.]

Who's there?

sam wilson | mcu | dfau + endgame canon update

[wingedman]

[Sam's spent an oblivious five years back home, because, haha, it wasn't actually five years, it was being snapped into ash and then reconstituting back in Wakanda and trolling Steve (he's ridiculously proud of that one, okay?) before fighting in a battle that made the one in Wakanda look like child's play.

And now, suddenly, here he is on an alien planet. Again. With a very small snow leopard trying to look aloof because thanks, Sam, you left him behind in space (although he also left a shield-shaped cat bed it's really the shield so that's not the worst thing ever).]

Look, T'Challa, I said I was sorry, okay?

[He's totally not sorry. Well, he's sorry for leaving the cat - who, yes, shares a name with the king of Wakanda - behind, but he's sure Nat took good care of him. He's absolutely not sorry he went home.]

Mrrrow. [The cat eyes the table of food, eyes the human, and puts two and two together enough to butt his head against Sam's leg and give him an adorable pleading look. Start making up now, Sam.

Sam sighs and goes for some of the striped meat. A quick sniff proves that it at least smells familiar, and probably whoever went to the trouble of setting this up doesn't want to murder them right away, because murder would've been a lot easier. He bends down and lets T'Challa eat some out of his hand, then takes some more normal-looking fruit for himself. He glances up and notices someone a few feet from the table.]

At least the food is mostly recognizable. Beats the last time I was abducted.

[Yeah, he's still salty about the space food.]

[doubled_speed]

[Recognizable is hardly a good justification. Especially when it's 'mostly' recognizable. The young man in question that's watching him, glass of what is probably like lemonade in his hand, watches him for a moment. Mostly watches the small wild animal.]

Last time I was abducted I lost almost six months of my life, and there was no food.

[He doesn't know that in a measurement of blipping out of existence for a while isn't going to be won by him.]

samantha wilson/captain america | earth-65

[samerica]

[On the list of weird universe hopping experiences Sam's had, this probably doesn't even break the top hundred. But the thing that makes this one different from most of them is that when she picks herself up off the ground, she doesn't have her shield. She's dragged that thing across countless universes since the war, and she is not pleased to see it gone.

There's nothing fancy about the rest of her clothes; everything that might have once been recognizable as a uniform is long gone. What she has is a serviceable bunch of motley, whatever seems like it'll hold together. Some of it is stained with god knows what, though Sam herself is scrupulously clean. She's a tall black woman (topping six feet) and lanky, but with whipcord muscles that hint at a surprising strength.

She searches through the buildings and ruins for the shield, but she doesn't expect to find much. Someone took it from her, that's for sure. And when she hears the scrape of rubble against rubble, she freezes for a moment and presses closer to what was once a wall, like she's trying to hide. She might be a little too conspicuous for something like that. Once she ascertains the newcomer isn't a threat, she steps out and eyes them critically.]

You new here too? Don't suppose you've seen a shield about this big around [she measures with her arms] with red and blue stripes and a star in the middle?

[Her voice still has a tinge of a Southern accent to it - and concern for her shield. Survival is easy, but she's not losing that damn shield.]

[character info in journal - tl;dr: sam was a pilot until chosen for project rebirth, hydra sabotaged it, she became a super-soldier, then she hopped through an interdimensional portal to fight nazis across time and space]

[doubled_speed]

[He keeps moving through the rubble, mostly looking for things he could use to help better shelter him and his brother's room. What he wasn't expecting to find, though, was a woman. Big, intimidating, looking strong. He's impressed. But then she's asking a question and he frowns.]

You're looking for Captain America's shield?

??? (peggy carter) | mcu au

[soorovost]

[There are others here, but she stays away from them deliberately, goes about her business silently. She creates a few hiding places in rubble, in storefronts, in corners of the hotel where she doesn't think anyone will look. Caches of food that look more non-perishable than the rest are secreted elsewhere, away from where she plans to sleep.

(She would go live in the forest, but after venturing in briefly, she realises it's no place to be without weapons. She doesn't know where all her weapons have gone, but she hasn't found anything to replace them yet.)

Watching from a distance, she finds out about the side effects of the food, mentally notes which to avoid, which might come in handy later on.

As it starts to get darker, she returns to the empty storefronts. She doesn't like the feeling of being so exposed, but the hotel is the obvious place for people to congregate. She's coming back for some of the food she stashed away, and she's crouched down behind the counter eating it when she hears someone enter. One hand goes to her hip for a weapon that's no longer there, and her gaze flickers back and forth as she tenses for a confrontation. She's penned in, and her instinct is to fight.]

[peggy as winter soldier au. more info here. canonpoint is the equivalent of between winter soldier and civil war.]

[doubled_speed]

[Listen, the store fronts are the places that Tommy finds safest too. As much effort as he put into helping other people set up safe places in the hotel, he didn't want to stay there himself. First rule of defense. Put yourself in a position where you can be aware when people are approaching.

Problem is he's not the only one who thinks this way apparently. Because he speeds into a room and then there's this woman who is clearly aching for a weapon.

Tommy raises his hands in front of himself, defensively.]

Woah, didn't expect this to be occupied. I think I accidentally missed the room I was supposed to be in. I guess I set it up two doors down.

Laura Barton | MCU | End-Endgame

[hawk_wife]

WHALE COMB PARTY

[Laura's still getting her bearings to put it mildly.

One minute she was frantically calling her husband because she was alive and that was-- she didn't even know how that worked. All she knew was that she was okay. That her kids were okay. And she needed him to be okay too. And then she was waking up on Agra 10. Her head was a little fuzzy in the aftermath of having information downloaded into her brain, and there's an eerie sort of concern there. This isn't a fight she's equipped for, but she keeps her head up, keeps an eye on the skies.

Maybe she should be more suspicious, but the food is tempting. Laura hadn't realized she was this hungry until the smell of the food catches her and there's a slight skip of her breath as she shakes her head. She does her best to be careful since none of the food looks familiar, takes small samples. She tries the striped meat so you might find her leaning somewhere, trying to not nod off, maybe even a little unsteady on her feet. Or maybe it's the red fruit that makes her a little bit more giggly, a carefree attitude despite her reservations with this place.]

You think the drinks are safer?

[Musing quietly as she eyes the tables with a certain trepidation. The affects were bothersome more than anything, so if it came down to starving it wasn't really a question, but still. Not exactly ideal, was it?]


MILES TO GO

[Laura chooses the hotel building, despite its disrepair. More people there, and there's a certain safety in numbers even if it's more likely to attract anything that might be out there, too. But while Clint had taught her how to defend herself to a degree, she was hoping that there might be people a little bit better equipped than she was. She didn't have so much as a kitchen knife. She tries to keep an eye on the people as she makes her way through the space. Familiar faces, something to catch herself on as she tries to make her way through the halls.

She was an art history major, hardly trained for these sort of situations, but with a husband like Clint Barton and friends like Natasha Romanoff there are certain things you pick up, especially when they sit you down for those 'just in case' cases. So she tries to pay attention to the faces, even the ones she doesn't know. Listen as she moves. But staying on her own isn't to her advantage, here. She's pretty sure Natasha would tell her to talk, make a friend.

No one she sees really seems to have much for weapons. So maybe there's something else about them that catches her eye: a bright outfit, a costume, or just a certain way they hold themselves. But there's a slightly overwhelmed smile, eyes wide, the way she brushes her hair out of her face. Help the nice lady?]

Ah, hey-- you don't know which way the empty rooms are, do you? I think I got turned around.

[It's mostly just natural charm, albeit a bit more targeted. But if it's not a strange, but a familiar face? It takes most of her self-control to not just run to them, but there's still a sort of desperation as she slips through the crowd until she's close enough to catch their attention.]

Oh my god. Are you okay?

[Mom-mode activated.]

[beenalongday]

[ Clint hasn't been around for very long, but he's gradually getting his bearings. What isn't coming so easily is the sense that he can relax, because it's hard to think that way when he doesn't know how things end back home or when or if he'll ever see his loved ones again.

It does help that some of the Avengers are here and that they've been a source of encouragement but the dark clouds that have been dogging him have yet to lift.

He doesn't have anywhere in particular in mind as far as a destination goes, but he's mostly trying to familiarize himself with this strange place.

It isn't until he turns a corner and catches a glimpse of someone a few feet away that his head snaps up and he pauses, his breath seeming to freeze in his throat. It can't be; he knows it's impossible, and even if it wasn't, he doesn't dare hope for anything anymore. Natasha planted a small seed in him but he's hesitant and skittish when it comes to believing in anything good happening to him anymore.

But before he really knows what's happening, the woman he spotted comes towards him and asks if he's okay.

His expression goes slack and his mouth falls open. It shouldn't be possible, but he'd recognize her anywhere. ]

Laura?

sadie rogers | mcu au | post civil war

[ex_emblematize83]

whale comb party

[ Turning down free food goes against some very old instincts, as far as Sadie is concerned, even under these less than auspicious circumstances. As far as she knows, the locals aren't responsible for bringing everyone here, and they've gone out of the way to provide sustenance. No matter how odd-looking it might be. She fills her plate with a variety of food and fills her cup with some of the blue drink - mostly because it looks pretty.

Then she finds an out-of-the-way seat and settles down to people-watch while nibbling dinner. ]


lost and alone

[ In her own defense, Sadie is a city girl at heart. The last time she adopted camping as a lifestyle was on the European front during top secret missions. Right now, she misses the leaky tents and scratchy wool socks, and even Dum-Dum's snoring, because surely one of her men would have a compass. Or know the way back to civilization.

She picks her way carefully through the woods, trying to remember every bit of survival training they gave her in basic, and then halts right in the middle of a dimly lit clearing. There's something - or someone - else out there. She heard a twig snap clear as day. ]

Hey, who's there?


miles to go

[ As much as she wants to hunker down in the hotel, there are too many people vying for some space, and that brings back some painful Depression-era memories. Right now she's wandering down the row of empty shops, looking for one that doesn't seem completely ransacked. Maybe one with a sturdy enough roof and enough room behind the counter to get some shuteye. And something to use as a weapon in case intruders come poking around. ]

miles to go

[stillgotmyleftarm]

[Bucky's out patrolling the streets, mostly because he figures he's the best guy for the job - like Steve, he doesn't need a lot of sleep, and he can probably manage most trouble he might run into.

What he runs into isn't trouble, exactly - he thinks. But the figure he comes across has this weirdly familiar air, even though he's sure he's never met her in his life.]

Finding what you're looking for?

James Rogers | Marvel Comics / Next Avengers

[thelegacy]

I. Lost and Alone

[Someone said don't go into the forest.

Which is to say that James went into the forest, because of course he did. He's been on Agra 10 for like five minutes and he's already trying to get himself killed. But he wanted to explore, get his bearings, and patrolling the dangerous areas had seemed like a good idea.

Except somehow he managed to get himself turned around. Maybe it was the unfamiliar stars, or the weird sounds-- And the forest seemed strange, not like anything he'd encountered in Tony's little bunker he'd grown up in. He had no idea which way was back to town, such as it was, and he was usually good with directions. He sighs in frustration dragging a hand through his blonde hair. Then there's a sound and his eyes narrow.]

Someone there?

[He might not have a weapon, but his fists have always been good enough.]


II. Wildcard

[If you wanna do something else, go for it. I'm open to anything!]


[ooc: So James is the son of Black Widow and Captain America and looks rather like a younger Steve who hasn't quite grown into those shoulders yet. So do with that what you will. James is a reckless disaster and I'm not sorry. Hit me up if you wanna plot or have questions natalia_vdova]

I

[beenalongday]

[ Clint heard those warnings about the forest, but he was of a similar mindset as James. It's better to scope out the more dangerous areas first, and while there's still time than waiting and finding it's too late.

Sure, he'd feel more at ease if he had more than just his bow on him, but there wasn't much he could do about that. Arrows could be made, of course, but he had yet to identify suitable supplies to do that.

He does have a rock held in one hand, leaving the other free for other uses. He's making his way through the forest, pushing through branches and past brushes when he steps on a twig that escaped his notice and an audible crack sounds.

So much for stealth. He glares down at the offending twig, but since he's just given away his position, he has to decide between trying to stay hidden or to reveal himself. But at the question from the unknown person, for a second, Clint contemplates staying silent, because whoever's out there might grow tired of waiting and move on.

Of course, skulking in the shadows isn't how he works, so he comes out into full view, eyeing James warily. The resemblance between him and Steve hasn't clicked yet, so for the moment, he's just looking at him the way he would a stranger. ]

Didn't get the memo about the woods, did you?

[ Or he did and he didn't care. Clint's just trying to determine where James is coming from. ]

Corbin Blair | OC

[crowboy]

[Whale Comb]

Corbin isn't sure what the hell happened. Or, he knew what that... thing had told him, but that wasn't really all that helpful. So he's off in search of someone with some actual answers, not the equivalent of a informational pamphlet.

Which soon enough has him wandering into the building, and at that he looks even more confused. He's spattered in mud, and he knows he's not really presentable for any sort of party. Even one that looks like it's been decorated by his baby sister if she'd suddenly developed an even stranger sense of humor than she already had.

"Th' hell?" He wanders over to the table, bare feet not making much noise on the floor, and picks up one of the red fruits, the only thing that looks edible in the slightest. He knew better than to try strange meat, and the weeds looked like they could be literally anything. He slices into the sort of cherry with a fingernail, taking a good sniff and experimental taste of the fruit first. When it seems fine he pops one in his mouth and makes an approving sound before wrapping some more in a napkin to put into his pockets.

"Ain't bad, even if I ain't sure what it might be." His words are slow, thoughtful, the accent rural and rounded. He sniffs at the water and takes a sip, but not much. He's thirsty sure, he'd been running enough that he'd love to gulp it down. But until he figures things out a bit more, maybe caution is the better part of valor.

[doubled_speed]

Welcome to the party. Well, 'party' is definitely a bit of a stretch. As is the kid who all but appears next to Corbin. A younger guy, late teens probably, with wind-swept white hair. He grabs a few of the red fruits and devours one quickly before taking a glass of the 'not quite lemonade.'

Still he smirks at the stranger and offers a brief nod of his head.

"Hey then. You should try the root veggies too. They're good. Would be better baked."

Delta | Red Vs Blue | Guns For Hire CRAU | OTA

[protective_logic]

Arrival

In some ways, this isn't too different from home, from 4DP-V Adaptive. The structures of the buildings, in the most general form, remind him of Gulch, except for how far apart things are, and the doors aren't airlocks. Oh, and the plants. The plague clouds sorta prevent plants from surviving back home.

None of which is his concern now. His concern is what isn't there. His concern is what might be.

"Omega? Epsilon?" the young man with a green helmet tucked under his arm, calls out as he moves around nearby buildings. "Theta, Io, Eta?" Names shouted at the top of his lungs. If there is any god, he won't meet any of them. Won't find them. Not after what he got from that glowing sphere. Especially not the little ones. "Gamma, Sigma? Anyone?"


Whale Comb

Satisfied that he won't find his missing siblings, the young man finds himself seeking out the first basics of survival on an alien planet: food. Which is what the party is perfect for. Delta leaves his helmet on a nearby table and looks at the food spread out with concern. A concern that fades into a sad but fond smile when he looks up at the sign the Agrii left.

Like Eta and Iota would. Damn if he doesn't miss the little ones, but there isn't anything he can do about that. It's better that they aren't here. Omega will take care of them, he always finds a way. And with Beta back around these days, they don't have to be alone.

But the noise here, so many strangers, is a bit stressful. Delta is very subtle as he reaches up and brushes his fingers briefly over a bump over one ear hidden by his hair. There were advantages of sub-dermal cochlear implants. No one had to know you were deaf. And, when the world was too much, Delta could turn it down. Which he did before picking up a cherry-like fruit.

What could be the harm of trying this? He's tried weirder foods before.


Miles To Go

The end of the day, or near enough to it to leave Delta looking for somewhere secure to lay down. As cramped as it was, he was really coming to miss even the old house now. Sharing a room with three siblings hadn't been too bad, and he'd gotten used to the company of others. But now here he was, alone for the first time in the whole of his life.

The only option that seems like much of one at all is the hotel. He finds an empty room and starts looking around. Where others might have a first concern of cleaning the space out, all of Delta's is on wandering the edges of the room, checking over the seams around windows with no doubt what might seem an unhealthy amount of paranoid investment. Can't help that he was raised on a world where even a small crack could be a matter of life or death.

Arrival

[alaspooryork]

The only reason it isn't immediately obvious is because your own voice sounds different to you, when you're a human with a stupid human body instead of an AI with much more accurate sound analysis, but either way Delta can't ignore those very familiar names.

And he shudders to himself briefly, hoping Omega and Sigma aren't here.

He tracks down the caller and waves as soon as he sees the other man. "Hello. I have not yet encountered anyone answering to those names. However, it seems we have all just arrived."

He peers at the other man curiously, but he doesn't look anything like the human bodies that had been assigned to his own siblings in Proles. It could just be coincidence. The Greek letters were used for many things, even some of the Proles callsigns (there had not, thankfully, been any confusion with the other Delta there).

[jadzia]

Whale Comb

As far as abductions go, this isn't the worst one Jadzia has ever experienced. She can't reach anyone back on the station or any of the nearby runabouts, which is bad, but no one had tried to kill her yet either, which is good. She can't recall ever having heard of Agra 10 before, and with eight lifetimes' worth of information knocking around in her head, she's fair sure she'd at least have heard mention of the name if it was a Federation planet. Being in uncharted waters without a way to call home is bad, but at least her hosts had the courtesy to throw a little welcoming party, and frankly, the sign inviting her to partake of their foodstuffs s hilarious (if not just the tiniest bit unsettling).

Well, she wouldn't have bothered joining Starfleet if she wasn't interested in learning new things and exploring uncharted places, and this qualifies as both.

With no tricorder to check for contaminants or other harmful chemicals, she settles on performing a quick series pf patch tests on the skin of her hand; while it doesn't immediately melt her flesh off, she also isn't quite prepared to ingest it either. Might as well have a look around in the mean time, she decides. She's not alone here--that much is obvious--and there is strength and safety in numbers. Maybe some of the others who have already arrived will have a better lay of the land.


Lost and Alone

So, maybe exploring in the woods wasn't the best idea. She feels fairly confident that she can defend herself on account of the fact that she arrived with a bat'leth in tow, but the tiniest adversaries tend to be the most dangerous. Aside from the occasional snapping of twigs or rustling in the underbrush, Jadzia can hear the sounds of insects as they flit around her here and there.

Most people wouldn't think much of such a foe, but to her, a bite or a sting can be deadly: every Trill initiate learns very quickly that the toxins found in the venom of many types of insect can block the neurotransmitters that connect them to their symbionts, resulting in paralysis or even death. Every buzz and chirp has her jumping and gripping the bat'leth tighter.

A louder noise alerts her to the fact that she isn't alone, and even though her nerves are frayed, she doesn't lose her cool... until a huge bug lands on her arm, making her lose her concentration entirely as she swats viciously at the blasted thing.

Lost and Alone

[frontierbashir]

Julian too has somehow managed to get lost in the forest. His tricorder seemed to work intermittently and he thought it was best to go searching for herbs that may have some medicinal usage--it might be safer to have those on hand sooner rather than later. Not to mention, it would be useful to categorize local flora and fauna for later. He could figure out what is and isn't safe to eat, maybe see if certain plants are poisonous to predators...but his tricorder doesn't want to cooperate once he's far enough into the woods not to know his way back without it.

Of course.

He's distracted by the tricorder itself, turning it over, trying to figure out what happened to make it stop working again when.... he gets walloped in the head.

"Ow!", he cries as he stumbles backwards into a tree, more surprised than hurt as he brings a hand up to his head. He pulls his hand away, knowing it was a blunt force trauma and yet checking to see if there's blood on it. Of course there's none. Julian looks up to see who his attacker is and god, for the first time since getting here, he feels a flash of hope.

"Jadzia?"

Katara | Avatar: The Last Airbender

[waterwhip]

Whale Comb

It's a lot to take in, and Katara, well... she's skittish. It's days to the arrival of Sozin's Comet, and she's been unceremoniously yanked away from her friends by creatures she can scarcely even conceive of, let alone the fact that she's now on another world. At the very least, her bending still works; after finding the buffet in least ramshackle of all the buildings near the square where she arrived, she eagerly drank a few cups of water after testing to make sure she could still make it flow and freeze.

Now, she examines the table of questionable-looking food. What kind of animal did this meat come from, she wonders. A lifetime of relying on hunters bringing home blubbery tiger seals for food predisposes her to trust the meat more than anything else in the spread. At least meat is meat, and not some random weeds. Plants can look innocent but really be quite deadly, but meat should be good as long as it's fresh. Beyond that, she'll need to keep up her strength if she's going to make it home to her friends, assuming everything isn't burnt to a crisp by the time she's allowed to return.

Giving a final mental shrug, Katara picks up a chunk of meat and takes a bite. Not bad, she decides, taking her food and going to sit against the wall where she can watch for other people. Actually, this wouldn't be a bad spot for a nap, either, now that she's thinking of it. Her eyelids begin to feel heavy as she finishes off her hunk of meat. She pulls her knees to her chest, resting her chin on them when she begins to nod off in spite of her best efforts to stay awake.

General Leia Organa | Star Wars | Mid-The Last Jedi

[callmegeneral]

Whale Comb

Awake at last, a stranger in a strange land. Could be worse, given that the last thing Leia actively remembers is an impending attack... led by her son, her very own flesh and blood. She's up and on her feet quicker than one might expect from a woman of her age, heading toward the only building that looks somewhat inhabited while keeping an eye out for anything that might seem even remotely familiar. A droid, the wreckage of a ship, anything at all...

Whale Comb! Welcome. She gets it, and were she presently in better spirits the pun might be amusing. Actually, it is amusing. Welcome from whom, exactly, or... what? She laughs to herself, noticing that the noise echoes back along with the clomp-clomp of her boots. Perhaps no one else has been whale-combed thus far. Perhaps she is first to arrive.

At least there is nourishment to be found, though the General helps herself only to what is very obviously water. Until informed otherwise, she'll err on the side of caution. Someone is bound to show up sooner or later; the buffet of food certainly isn't only for her.

Re: General Leia Organa | Star Wars | Mid-The Last Jedi

[bossofspace]

Carol stirs at the sound of heavy footfalls approaching, and scrubs at her eyes as she sits up. Had she fallen asleep? Shit. She glances down at the half-eaten plate of meat and frowns at it, then up to whomever has arrived at the party. Or ... what's left of the party.

"Hey - hi. Did you just get here?" She studies the woman curiously; something about her seems vaguely familiar, but she's pretty sure it's not anyone she knows personally. Maybe she'd been part of the earlier crowd. "I probably don't need to tell you not to actually eat any of that."

Thrawn | Star Wars | OTA

[art_of_war]

Whale Comb

Thrawn had gained consciousness in a new and unknown environment on a new and unknown planet. Getting away from being out in the open first he moved toward the building with fully operational lights in the interior. Of course, it appeared to be a trap of some sort, an admittedly obvious one, but the best way to avoid a trap is by first triggering it.

The beings that created such a trap seemed to have an imperfect grasp of Basic. And they were absent entirely right down to leaving traces of themselves behind. Even the placement of the painted words offered no clues as they were at varying heights. There looked to be preparations for a banquet and the painted letters encouraged others to eat, but Thrawn refrained from trying anything and only took some water for himself.

This appeared to be some sort of welcoming ceremony. So Thrawn resolved to stay where he was and see who else this was a ceremony meant to welcome.

Lost and Alone

He preferred learning about the planet by observing it without the settlement intruding. Though now he was thoroughly lost as he could no longer locate the settlement at all. He was more annoyed with himself than afraid of the environment, though. Thrawn's glowing red eyes were visible as he stepped lightly around obstacles in his path, his vision still as acute as though it were as bright as the noonday sun before him.

Interest piqued by the vines and their flowers glowing a soft blue, Thrawn reached a careful finger out to trail along a single petal.

Miles To Go

He did not know the area or Thrawn would have preferred to stay in an overgrown structure as it would precisely be where others were not. But with no useful knowledge of the planets flora and fauna doing so would be suicidal. Instead, he chose one of the empty shops. Luckily he didn't need much in the way of sleep but a roof to block the elements was a necessity. There was a broken out window already that offered useful ventilation for a possible fire but Thrawn did not make one. He put the few scavenged things he had already located in the store together and set to sharpening the metal edge of a window bar.

Miles to Go

[bossofspace]

The dull scrape of metal against metal emanates from inside one of the shops that Carol's passing by as she's checking out the perimeter of the town square, and that's never been a particularly kind noise, but it seems all the more concerning now. It could be nothing, of course - people need knives to survive, after all - but her concern multiplies when she looks through the broken window.

There's still no love lost between her and the Kree - never mind that it's been decades since they screwed her over, or that she doesn't even know this guy personally.

She makes her way to the door and leans against the frame casually. "You planning on staying out here all by yourself, or you wanna come back to the hotel with everyone else?"

Mystique | X-Men Movies (Original Trilogy)

[scalesandsecrets]

Lost and Alone

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

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

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

Miles to Go

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

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

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

Lost and Alone

[lordhotman]

Someone else was wandering through the forest, seemingly not having been very good at heeding the warnings either. Zuko was used to being alone. He had spent a lot of his time by himself after all. He was not afraid of any dark forest either.

So here he was, walking with silent steps that came from years of stealth training. Though he came to a stop at the edge of a clearing, seeing something he hadn’t expected. His voice breaking the silence as he spoke.

“What are you doing?”

His presence was a warm one, though not in the friendly sense, but rather like a surging flame. There’s a deep frown on his face, gold eyes staring at this other person critically. The scar on the left side of his face only giving him a more severe look.

Zuko | Avatar: The Last Airbender

[lordhotman]

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.

OOC

[happybeeps]

[Hi! Just wanted to let you know there's a more current TDM you might want to post in here so more people can see you. I think one of our links needs updating. I know everyone will be real eager to see a Zuko though.]