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Opening Test Drive Meme


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...


code bases by tricklet

brooklyn_boy: (stunned)

Steve Rogers | MCU | DFAU

[personal profile] brooklyn_boy 2019-07-11 02:22 pm (UTC)(link)
Whale Comb

Steve's reasons for going to the 'party' are practical: he needs to know what is edible here before his metabolism has him crashing. That doesn't mean that he is happy about it nor does it mean that he trusts any of this food. Still, if anyone could survive a poisoning, it would be him so, gamely, he sets into the buffet spread and takes a little of everything onto his plate.

It looks familiar and yet foreign at the same time. Steve never thought he'd miss the bland protein gel of the Atroma but at least that was confirmed to be just food. He could swallow down as much as he needed to just keep going, disgusting as it was. This was going to take quite a bit of trial and error for him. Just like it would for everyone else.

He stands against one wall poking at the food mostly to see if any of it is alive. Nothing pokes back. Steve figures that this is the best he'll get at proof of safety before eating it, so. Fine. Fine, he'll just dive in.

He grabs one of the red fruits and takes a large bite. It's not awful. Sort of cherry-like if it were a marachino. He finishes one and then goes and gets more to take the edge off his hunger. No pain or death yet. Presumably safe, then. Might as well fill up before he moves on.

Except. Huh...

After five or so, Steve can't help but notice he's feeling a little touch of vertigo. Or, maybe, just a bit dizzy? He steps a bit to get some water and stumbles. And it's then that the impossible seems to be true.

Is he...drunk?

Lost and Alone

He'd just been looking for some source of food. The buffet isn't going to last forever and Steve knew that food and water would be the first things needed. Thankfully, the fountain seemed to be providing enough fresh water but food? That was going to be an issue. But at least now people knew what was edible and what wasn't.

So Steve had gone out, confident that he could handle anything he found. He's still got Bucky's jacket and has made it into a basket to hold some berries. It's not what he'd want to do with it but beggars couldn't be choosers. Besides, he'll wash it clean again. Food first, sentimental things later.

But first he'd need to get back to the city. Which was... North? Northwest? Northeast?

Shit.

Steve walks slowly, trying to hear for any hint of the right direction. He should have marked the trees or something. The ground. Anything. Hindsight is 20x20.

Up ahead though, he can hear someone moving. Or something, actually. Steve grabs a large branch from the ground, just in case and holds it at the ready as he moves forward. Who knew what could be in this forest? But he's ready...

Miles to go...

People are scattering around and Steve just can't get over the idea that he's been kidnapped. Again. He's got nothing except Bucky's coat and Millicent, his cat. Never would he have thought he'd miss his spaceship but when he sees the broken-down landscape he desperately does. Along with all of his friends who, once more, could have been pulled from him.

Aliens...

Steve can't help it, though. The hotel is closer so he walks forward and into it. The rooms are decent enough but Steve needs one that has a door, windows, and no animals if Millie is going to be safe. He ends up on the fourth floor, walking around some holes in the floor that he makes a note to fix when he has time. Most of the doors here are still in place. Relieved, Steve realizes that people could have already gotten to these and, gently, moves to the door closest to the stairs.

He knocks, gently but loud enough to be heard. He has no idea if doors lock so this is the best way to check.

"Hello? Is someone in here?"
unbearablynaive: (ah yes)

The Vision | MCU | DF CRAU | OTA

[personal profile] unbearablynaive 2019-07-11 04:14 pm (UTC)(link)
[Whale Comb Party]

[Just when he thought he'd finally made it out of the Atroma's sphere of influence, yet another power has taken hold of him and dropped him in a strange situation. Sigh. At least the Vision had had a year of peace first.

Luckily for him, Wanda had been brought along as well. Things could be worse. But because of that, he keeps an eye out for familiar faces. Perhaps they weren't the only ones around?

As usual, he doesn't eat, but this seems like the best time to try and catch others, before they all get turned to the wolves (so to speak). For everyone who approaches, the maroon-skinned android has a smile and a greeting.]
alaspooryork: (unarmored: needs a haircut)

Delta | Red vs Blue | Sanctum CRAU | OTA

[personal profile] alaspooryork 2019-07-11 04:15 pm (UTC)(link)
[What's more fun that being ripped from your own world, where you had a nice, cozy existence as an AI, into a planet on the verge of extinction and being trapped in a human body? How about it happening twice?

At least this time he'd appeared with his own clothes. Showing up naked in Proles was not his finest hour.

Either way, a disgruntled-looking lanky man is here, shoulder-length hair braided Asgardian-style into a queue that more or less obscures the ports that run down his neck along his spine. He carries a messenger bag with a laptop inside and spends about half his time wrangling a large grey tabby kitten until he can find and secure a place to stay.]


[Whale Comb Party]

[Well, Delta seems to be trapped here - not because he can't leave, but because the kitten has fallen asleep in his lap after eating some of the stripey meat. He's got a few dishes in front of him, desserts and some root vegetables, mostly calculated for maximum caloric value but acknowledging that he's going to need some vitamins as well.

He's not touching the meat after the last time mysterious hosts served meat to people. Well enough for his cat, but nuh-uh. Not for him.]


Is there a reliable way to test for toxins? I dislike trusting strange foodstuffs.

[And yet his stomach is growling. Help a guy make a decision?]

[Miles to Go]

[This, Delta looks a little more comfortable with. He's claimed a room on the second floor from the top and patched up the one broken window with a piece of heavy cloth. He's working to clear the debris from the rest of it while the grey tabby kitten chases sunbeams and dust bunnies (and the occasional bug). His messenger bad sits on the bed, and one corner is an organized group of the few items he's scavenged so far. His door is propped open, as much for airflow as due to curiosity; if there's anyone else exploring or claiming a room, he seems to be open to visitors.

A little later in the day, he's poking around the deserted shops, looking for electronics.]
Excuse me. Have you seen any solar cells? Other types of batteries or generators would be useful, but a renewable energy source would be preferred. It would help us a great deal to establish lighting and climate control in the facilities we choose for housing.

[Running water would be nice, too, but let's not get hasty. First things first.]
doubled_speed: (Oh Son of a Witch)

[personal profile] doubled_speed 2019-07-11 04:56 pm (UTC)(link)
[Listen, this was not what Tommy had expected when he went to sleep last night. Seriously, not even expecting this at all. He'd been partying in Germany to celebrate coming back to the world of the not kidnapped by interdimensional horrors cosplaying as one of his best friends and learning about all the shit that went down while he was gone for literally months. So, really, being kidnapped again? Not good. But being given food this time?

Fuck. Yeah.

Tommy's been racing around since he got here, sampling a bit from everything here and there that looks remotely like something he might vaguely recognize. No stripped meat, no weeds, and yeah, maybe he's popped a berry or two but like that even matters with his metabolism. Really, he isn't questioning any of it yet, because what is the damn point? World needs heroes, he's a hero, fuck it, work with the situation you've got. Maybe this time someone will make him a god or worship him or whatever. You know, small repayment.

Except there's one thing that he catches out of the corner of his eye that definitely makes Tommy just stop and stare. Openly. What? Shame is for other people. Because really, what are the chances that he runs into a red-skinned, clearly not really human person yet again in his life. And better question, if that is who he thinks it is, which him is it?]


Hey, you! Mandroidesque. What's your name?
passingthrough: (Surprised - Shocked)

Whale Comb

[personal profile] passingthrough 2019-07-11 06:00 pm (UTC)(link)
[One minute Kitty is set on heading home, not sure whether she's going to die the person she was or live as who she became after her time in Marina Asylum and then the fleet. Maybe save the world while she's at it? That was kind of the whole point of the gamble. Instead, she's admiring a very strange banner in a room full of people—some familiar and some strangers. It's abduction volume three and she's not sure if she's about to laugh or cry. She chooses to do neither. The urge to tear the poorly painted banner down is strong, but she doesn't do that either. She pushes all the emotional responses down. Another day. Another mission. At least she decided to wear her uniform from home for the battle, so she's still got that even if her claws are gone—again. Her locket stayed. That's more important.

She needs to figure this place out and see who's here. Maybe other people from the fleet came through with her this time? Maybe it's her turn to not be completely alone after she loses everything. She needs to find her crew. Her friends. Vash. Winn is too much to hope for, right? It's not like she's going to see a lost love here.

And with that she turns to see Delta.

SHOOK!

What was that about pushing emotional responses away? She finds herself staring in surprise at the man before her. The face is right (or very wrong depending on how you look at it) but the hairstyle isn't. The sounds of his voice is way off too, or is that the sound of her heart drumming loudly in her ears?]


...Reid?
unbearablynaive: (with caution)

[personal profile] unbearablynaive 2019-07-11 06:03 pm (UTC)(link)
[Mandroid...what? The Vision blinks. Here's an unfamiliar boy with a nagging similarity to someone that he's not quite placing. Might be the adjustment period to the entirely new situation, but who knows?]

Er, I am the Vision, lately of the Drift Fleet but originally from Earth. May I ask for your name?

[If he'd caught the flitting around at speed earlier it would have been a dead giveaway, but the boy doesn't sound anything like Pietro.]
doubled_speed: (A Lot To Think About)

[personal profile] doubled_speed 2019-07-11 06:08 pm (UTC)(link)
[Well, fuck, it IS him. Okay, now the question is which Vision it is. His soul-dad, or his dead friend. Neither answer has an easy solution. Tommy moves, quick as a thought, halfway down a table to look up at Vision.]

Tommy. Next question then.

[Fuck, he doesn't know what to ask to really separate the two. Granted he has an infinite time to think, seconds stretching out endlessly as he sorts through ideas. A normal person wouldn't even notice that the second delay before he speaks is a hesitation for him.]

What century tech were you made from?
Edited 2019-07-11 18:09 (UTC)
alaspooryork: (unarmored: um no)

[personal profile] alaspooryork 2019-07-11 06:13 pm (UTC)(link)
[Delta looks up to see...someone he doesn't know. And she's calling him by a name he doesn't recognize! Great. He should have thought of this, with all the inter-dimensional shenanigans. While the chances of two people looking alike ought to be vanishingly small, it's not the first time this sort of coincidence has happened.

His tone is apologetic but firm.]


I am afraid not. I am called Delta. [And, because he's really curious,] Do I...resemble someone from your world?
unbearablynaive: (id' consider it)

[personal profile] unbearablynaive 2019-07-11 06:18 pm (UTC)(link)
[Tommy. And his eyes widen as Tommy moves. Yeah, it's definitely Pietro he's reminded of. Huh.]

It's good to meet you, Tommy. Early twenty-first, with a bit of galactic influence on Earth development for the time. [Lately, he's been more used to people perceiving him as a human variation rather than an android, but he supposes it's back to the drawing board now.]
doubled_speed: (Giving Me A Headache)

[personal profile] doubled_speed 2019-07-11 06:24 pm (UTC)(link)
[Fuck. Fuck fuck fuck. There is clear distress on his face, for a quarter of a second. How do you address this mess? 'Hi Dad?' Things like this are complicated, and he never really met the real Vision back home, not even when they were working out of the Avengers Manor. Well, talk about awkward.]

So, Ultron's creation then, not a variant on Kang's tech. Original flavor Vision, if you will. Which of course you will. Because, yanno, you're you.

[Damn, this is awkward. Is it awkward for Vision? Probably not. Just awkward flailing not-son. Why is this his life? Still, the fact that the name Tommy and moving fast didn't trigger any reaction, he has to assume Vision's just playing it cool. Or really doesn't know. Either way, not saying it.]

Guess in a pinch in a place like this, you'd be super useful. Good to know we've got you around then. Like, geniuses are probably useful. Still, gotta ask... Why do you sound like Stark's Butler?
unbearablynaive: (oh dear)

[personal profile] unbearablynaive 2019-07-11 06:29 pm (UTC)(link)
[Judging by the concerned expression on his end? Yeah, it's awkward over here, too. Did he get rebuilt after the whole mess with Ultron? Is Tommy from the future? Considering he's never heard of Kang and Tommy just called him "original flavor", that might be the case.]

Er, thank you, I suppose. My voice and a large part of my programming are derived from Mr Stark's assistant AI, JARVIS, though if he's since been reinstalled I'm not aware of it. I have not been home in quite some time.
brooklyn_boy: (stunned)

[personal profile] brooklyn_boy 2019-07-11 06:29 pm (UTC)(link)
Steve knows this maroon-skinned android. For a second he's about to rush forward and ask about the Atroma and what happened. Steve had been grabbed right before he'd even had the chance to make a decision about whether to stay or go which has left him confused and concerned about might have gone down.

He stops himself before he launches into that though. He has no idea if this is a Vision who knows the Atroma. Has no clue where or when he's from. Steve has seen enough at this point to be cautious because of that uncertainty. He approaches slowly and with a wide grin.

"Hey, Vizh?" He's watching closely, looking for recognition or any tell that might give Steve a clue when he's from. "Is it really you?"
unbearablynaive: (free from the lies)

[personal profile] unbearablynaive 2019-07-11 06:32 pm (UTC)(link)
The Vision smiles warmly and walks over to shake Steve's hand; as he does, Steve might notice one of two things: a citrine and ruby ring on his right index finger, and a gold wedding band on his left ring finger. (The wedding band is a replica he made by shifting his skin; their new hosts had seen to give him the semi-engagement jewelry but not the wedding ring, which he's rather offended by).

"Captain Rogers. It's a pleasure to see you again."
passingthrough: (Gentle - Soft)

[personal profile] passingthrough 2019-07-11 06:33 pm (UTC)(link)
[And just like that it's confirmed. It's not him. He's not a Reid who remembers loving her and then falling out of love with her and breaking her heart. And he's not a Reid who was reset in some way or from a different reality who she was meeting all over again for the first time. It's the other thing these places like to pull—same features, different person.

She's relieved...she thinks.

She probably needs some time to process to be sure. It's been years since she saw Reid, but the way things ended had been messy and painful and largely unresolved. She moved on largely because the world moved on around her separating them again. She never really understood what had soured with them and for a long time she feared it would happen again with Winn. That it was something about her. But this isn't the best time to unravel all of that even if it feels like it's coming loose within her just seeing him. Great start to the place and to meeting Delta.]


I'm Kitty. We weren't from the same world, but you do look like him. Maybe a cosplaying version of him. [Which, to be fair, he was into. She gestures to the braid.]
doubled_speed: (Don't Even Say It)

[personal profile] doubled_speed 2019-07-11 06:33 pm (UTC)(link)
[Woah woah woah, wait, what?]

He made an AI of Jarvis? That's got to confuse Jarvis himself. Unless... Wait, is Jarvis dead?

[That can't be right. Guy made the best milkshakes. And Tommy adored him. Even when he was a Skrull that one time. Can't hold that against the guy. Well, he totally can because the Skrull kidnapped Jessica Jones and Luke Cage's baby, and honestly, Cage is probably one of Tommy's favorite avengers because the guy just got that hte Young Avengers were going to do what the Young Avengers were gonna do and respected them.]
alaspooryork: (unarmored: maybe it's maybelline)

[personal profile] alaspooryork 2019-07-11 06:47 pm (UTC)(link)
[He strokes his braids self-consciously and smiles, a little shy. He supposes he'll have to find a mirror if he wants to keep them up, because he's abysmally bad at judging his own appearance by feel alone and there don't seem to be hijackable surveillance cameras around he can use instead.

He has mixed feelings about that part, because they're still being watched, aren't they? Until he can identify how, he won't assume he has any privacy.]


Thank you, Kitty. It is symbolic of joining a household, although my hair "barely qualifies as long enough to braid properly".

[He tilts his head to one side.] May I assume this is not your first experience with cross-dimensional travel? I have been on another such planet before this as well, though I was born in space.
unbearablynaive: <user name=starcandies> (Default)

/MAKES UP TIMELINE SHIT

[personal profile] unbearablynaive 2019-07-11 06:50 pm (UTC)(link)
[He frowns.] Edwin Jarvis passed away in the late 1990s, and Tony Stark named his subsequent AI after the man. He was rather old at the time, having known Howard Stark since they were both young men. Is there another Jarvis you might know?

[Or is Tommy actually from the past? Or--this is confusing, and it shows in his expression.]
passingthrough: (Considering)

[personal profile] passingthrough 2019-07-11 06:55 pm (UTC)(link)
It works for you. [Said a little to be nice and because she's grateful for any physical signifiers of difference. Even if it's also bothering her that his voice is different. He opens his mouth and nothing sounds the way she expects. She's sure she'll adjust soon. She adjusted to weird things before. She can't think of any at this moment, but she's sure there must be a few.]

This is my third multidimensional kidnapping in a row. The mysterious overlords seem different this time. [She glances back at the whale comb banner with it's creepy icon.] But I was familiar with cross-dimensional travel before that too. Less experienced.

What do you mean born in space? On a ship?
doubled_speed: (Leave Me Out Of This)

it's a fair making up

[personal profile] doubled_speed 2019-07-11 06:57 pm (UTC)(link)
[Tommy looks about to protest, because dude, it's 2014 and last time he checked, Jarvis was alive. Which means Tommy has to pause and think for even longer. Because there is a lot to consider here. A hell of a lot.]

That doesn't... That doesn't make sense. He was alive last year. And that was 2013.

[And oh dear, time was about to be more confusing for Tommy.]
alaspooryork: (unarmored: skinny bastard)

[personal profile] alaspooryork 2019-07-11 07:26 pm (UTC)(link)
Thank you. [He may not have anyone he recognizes from Proles here, but it's a way to keep the memory of the good times alive. As for the bad times, well, he's not going to forget this stupid human body any time soon.

Even so, his eyes widen.]
They are certainly different than the oligarchical corporation that claimed responsibility for our arrival on Zeus. Less overbearing, certainly. [Less competent, probably.]

Yes. I was created on the ship Mother of Invention of the United Nations Space Command, Special Operations Project Freelancer, in the mid-twenty-sixth century; I am considered a modified fourth-generation AI unit.
unbearablynaive: (id' consider it)

[personal profile] unbearablynaive 2019-07-11 07:29 pm (UTC)(link)
[He purses his lips.]

2018, and that was close to two years ago when I was last on Earth. Our first contact with alien civilizations in a public manner was the Chitauri invasion of New York City in 2012. If yours was otherwise, we are almost certainly from different timelines.
doubled_speed: (Future's So Bright)

[personal profile] doubled_speed 2019-07-11 07:33 pm (UTC)(link)
[Well that explains some things. Tommy sighs and shakes his head. He reaches for a glass on the table, taking up one that looks like lemonade and throws it back with no hesitation. Good stuff.]

Nah, more like different parts of the multiverse. Know some people that did some traveling of that recently. Should have paid more attention when they were talking at the diner. Why where there Chitari in the city? Other than, you know, New York having the worst luck ever? Seriously, it's been a few months, probably time for another Skrull invasion or something.
doubled_speed: (Default)

Tommy Shepherd | Marvel Comics (616) | Comics Canon | OTA

[personal profile] doubled_speed 2019-07-11 07:45 pm (UTC)(link)
[Tommy taken from Canon, two days after the end of Young Avengers (2013).

Whale Comb

Food. That's what gets Tommy in the door. He doesn't trust these people, even if they are looking for help. But food? Food matters. His metabolism is through the roof, given he is a speedster. Trying to keep himself fed is a problem, and here he has a nagging feeling it's going to be a lot worse. So really, learning what he can and can't eat is so much more important.

The issue, of course, comes from the fact that Tommy starts at one end and works his way down. Which means, before he makes the striped meat, he makes the bowl of weeds. Mixing a speedster with something with that provided that sort of energy? A mistake. Within moments there's a green and white blur running circles around the room, and Tommy really can't stop.

"Help!" he calls out. Not that he can be sure anyone can even make the words out as he circles. Could be going too fast to be heard. Could be talking too fast too. Just has to hope it runs its course or someone trips him up.


Miles to Go

This, at least, is somewhat familiar. Life wasn't always easy on Tommy, back when he was young. Younger than he is now at least. Home life had never been great, and yeah, there had been times when Tommy had squatted where he needed to, just to get through a few nights. That, more than anything, is why he doesn't trust the hotel. Too much pretending that the world is normal, that everything is okay. Which it isn't. This place is horrible, like a bad ending timeline in some sci-fi movie.

No, the stores are more Tommy's speed he almost laughs at his own joke and he takes some time to pick out the best store. The sign he finds seems to imply some sort of electronics place. But what matters is that there are a few tables, like a genius bar or something at a Starkphone store. That means off the ground. Then Tommy moves through the stores to look for anything to make it more comfortable. Which means running around at high speeds and poking through anything and everything he can find.

Comfort, he knows, is what you make it. And Tommy will make what he can.
Edited 2019-07-11 19:45 (UTC)
unbearablynaive: (convincingly)

[personal profile] unbearablynaive 2019-07-11 07:48 pm (UTC)(link)
[You, sir, are not wrong. New York has terrible luck.]

Ah, indeed. Are you from one with mutants, then? There aren't any in my world, though I've met several in my travels since then.

In this case, Loki of Asgard had led them there in an attempt to secure the Tesseract. The Avengers assembled for the first time and fought him off.