Spring Test Drive Meme!

[trpmods]

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...

- Do you hear a storm? A giant, power-altering storm has been ravaging part of the planet for a month. It shows ghosts of people you know and those you don't. It drains you of any super-human abilities and tries its best to keep you from getting to its origin. Are you going to try anyways? Or are you going to chase the whispers of people from your past? More information can be found  here.

- 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

Comments

Jonathan Sims | The Magnus Archives

[beholding_archivist]

A - Spaceships!

It's pure luck - or lack thereof - that has Jon stumble into the hangar and for the better part of the next five minutes he is left... Well. Staring. This... Can't be real. And if he weren't already turning grey prematurely, he would be convinced that this place is intending to achieve just that.

The man manages to pick up enough shards of his composure to tear his eyes away from the ships in front of him and briefly look around only to find himself alone. He is practically radiating insecurity as he clutches the old tape recorder in his hand, swallows and pushes down the record button without thinking too much about it. Then he begins to speak, almost as if to himself. At least he tries to sound steady enough, but the worry in his tone is clear.

"Spaceships. Ships... Meant to go into space. And for all intents and purposes I am certain I am- Well. Looking at some right now. Just sitting there." He sighs, defeat creeping into his voice "Still no sign of the others. And I am still not sure what--" For a moment he trails off, then grits his teeth "I swear if this is just another-!"

The sudden noise of another person entering the hangar interrupts Jon's recording and he looks up in alarm, his hand clenching around the device in his hand. He probably shouldn't be in here, should he?

"Hello?"

B - Is this how you use this?

[ The screen turns on to the face of a skeptical looking young man that not only looks older than he is, but also as if he hasn't slept in a week or three. He doesn't speak right away and merely inspects the screen for some moments, though. Eventually a look of understanding crosses his still scowling features. ]

I see.

[ Yes, he's commenting to himself. ]

Well, this wasn't too hard. A somewhat new design, but overall means of operation not dissimilar to my phone back home. Though I doubt I can reach anyone-

[ Jon pauses suddenly, scowl turning into an open frown as he inclines his head. ]

No one's on the receiving end of this, is there?

[ Yes again. He hasn't been meaning his initial observations for anyone but himself - And his tape recorder. ]

B

[kallig]

There is. Quite a few of us, actually.

[He tilts his head.] I take it you didn't mean to make this public.

Reeve Tuesti | Final Fantasy 7 | 6i CRAU

[plate_builder]

Space Ships?

They are... very different from his experiences with vehicles. Reeve moved slowly through and around the space ship, considering the thing with an eye for detail and itchy fingers that truly wished to take the things apart to understand them. This was no airship such as Cid enjoyed and managed. Nor was it anything like the ShinRa No. 26 for which Rocket Town was named. But it was a marvel of engineering that had him, a man who was not very fond of working on vehicles, to drool.

"Cid would probably kill just to have three hours with whatever is powering this thing. I didn't know ships could function like this!"

Of course for him it's decades away, at the very least.


To The Power Plant

Sooner or later he was bound to end up here, was he not? A man who had gotten where he had in life thanks to, in no small part, refining power production processes, he was going to come here. Reeve had in fact made a day of it. He'd stopped by the greenhouse to get a few pieces of likely fruit, then started the walk across the landscape to the distant power plant. And upon arriving he moved right past the datapoint, a bit more interested in seeing the structure on his own. Unfortunately there was another issue at hand. One that turns him back from his attempt to travel after his first attempt.

He wasn't prepared for the plants or animals being harsh, and trying to keep him from the forested space between the power plant and the clearer part of the city.

After a few attempts Reeve sits in the road, staring toward the distant powerplant, frowning.

"If only I had some Materia, I could get through with magic. Or at least a rifle. How frustrating. I need to be there, but I don't know that I'm as suited to going there without assistance."

Who knows, maybe someone would be so kind as to show up and offer to escort him.


Network Post

[The man on the screen seems a bit confident there, like he isn't entirely unfamiliar with appearing before strangers. In fact, he looks fully composed. If, perhaps, a touch tired.]

Good afternoon all. I am Reeve Tuesti, and before I begin speaking deeply, I would like to throw out a few words and concepts to see if they hold meaning for anyone. Midgar. Mako. Materia. Avalanche. Sephiroth. Or how about The Village. Color-based powers. Peacats.

[Of course he doesn't expect answers, because why should he. His experience did not seem to imply this was a common thing, and it most definitely isn't what he had anticipated.]

With that done, allow me to continue. This is not my first, so to speak, 'rodeo'. However it is a very different experience for me, given knowledge bases one is working with. My proposition is this. I'm inherently an engineer and architect, as well as an experienced city planner. I would like to have assistance in improving maps of the city so that I can use them to see if I can determine the routes for power lines, water mains, and other systems. If we have a better understanding of this then it enables us to better address repairs in the future, as well as understand the systems by which this 'Agrii' work. That might enable us to better interface with their systems and get Temba working in quicker order, providing improved shelter against these 'storms' that are mentioned.

Any assistance or prior experience any can provide me with will be appreciated.

[He offers a brief nod and then frowns.]

And forgive me if, by chance, I react strangely to you if we meet. As I said, I have been taken away from my home before, and from my understanding from people there, there seems to be a propensity for strangers appearing who are, somehow, familiar to them from other worlds such as these. Perhaps certain souls are connected across many worlds and existences.

To The Power Plant

[kallig]

Having made the power plant his new home, Altair knew just about where to go to get there without any resistance. It wasn't a place many tended to gather though, the amount of people working on it were relatively few, as most people tended to work in the green house- he didn't work there himself, either. Merely lived there.

Finding an unfamiliar man sitting in the road staring toward the power plant was not something he thought he'd find on the way, but then, Altair was used to the unexpected.

"You're new," He commented, coming to a stop a few feet away. He hadn't sensed him around before, after all, and he'd been here long enough to know how the people around felt- and looked, now that he'd mostly stopped wearing his veil.

"Are you trying to go to the power plant?"

Din Djarin | Star Wars: The Mandalorian

[foundlingfather]

A: Explore the city!

Din wasn't happy with the situation. Waking up in a strange abandoned city, on an abandoned planet. Worst of all, his weapons were gone, not even his pistol had come with him. At least the ones in his armor seemed to have come with him. But really the only thing that's keeping him from getting too angry, is in the cloth carrier on his back. He was thankful to see his foundling had come with him. Having to calm his own anger down, to settle the distressed tiny green child. Waking up in a strange world was no fun for anyone.

So now the pair were walking around the city, checking it out. It didn't take too much time to find a bag that he could use to carry The Child in. It was simple, but it worked. Now they were looking for a place to shelter, and for Din, possibly a blaster or something.

This place reminded Din a lot of Nevarro, and other planets like it. Only it was almost unsettingly quiet. For his part, the child is looking around from his protector's back, large dark eyes taking everything in, and ears tilted down a little. He's calmer than he was. His gaze is more of that of a child that's curious, and in awe, of the world around them.

B: There are spaceships!

Now these? These space ships were more like it. Something that Din was familiar with, once he walked into the hangar. He stood inside for several minutes as he took them in. They weren't the Razor Crest certainly, but they were space ships none the less. He finally moved forward, to see how to get into them, and stops short when one opens up for him. He stepped into the First Breath, and took the interior in. It wasn't exact, but it was enough to remind him of the interior of his own ship.

He explored the ship, stopping for a moment at the bunk room, and tilting his helmeted head in for a moment as he took in any possibly visible belongings. Then he moves on, and he'll eventually find his way to the cockpit. At this point, he'll lift the child out of his carrier, and sets him down on the ground to shuffle about. The child giving a coo of curiosity, his face like that of a child brought into a candy store. So many buttons and switches. Din meanwhile takes the cockpit in, before he lowers himself into the pilot's chair with a sigh.

He might even relax slightly, but as anyone that's had a child knows. Peace never lasts very long. It doesn't take long for the child to get into mischief. Because those bright pretty buttons? Are as resistible as candy to him, and he just starts pushing random ones.

"Stop touching things." Luckily Din was paying attention enough to catch on, and stares at him. This gentle reprimand will make the child stop for a moment, ears lifting a little. But being the mischievous little gremlin he is, the child will flip another one, while staring at Din Which gets an annoyed sigh from his guardian.

Explore the city

[brooklyn_boy]

Steve is just taking a walk when he sees him. For a second he is strongly reminded of Tony and his big metal suits. But this looks like nothing Steve's seen before. And the small thing on his back? Yeah. He hasn't seen anything like that either.

Carefully, he walks closer with intentionally loud footsteps. This doesn't look like someone he should surprise.

"Hey," he greets with a small wave of his hand. "Hey there! I'm gonna take it from your wandering out here that you're maybe new? My name is Steve Rogers..."

He extends a hand for a shake.

Calvin Rankin | Marvel 616

[theoriginalmimic]

Exploring Calvin was really not sure what to think here. He was stuck in a new world, with no clear clue what was going on, or why. Sure, he got the download, and the part of his mind occupied by Henry McCoy's gifted brain was working on solutions even now, but he was hurt, bleeding, and confused.

The last thing he remembered was getting attacked by Ahab while he was impersonating Scott in order to help Cable get the Original Five back home again. Even that was blurry. And every time he turned to fast he seemed to list to the side and toward the ground. If it wasn't for the telekinesis he had picked up from Jean Grey, he would have fallen, likely not get back up, several times.

That and Hank's agility, anyway. He groaned as he staggered along, looking for p[eople, or signs, or... something.

"Great, Calvin. Now you're stuck on an alien planet. Just great. This is probably the X-Men's fault. It usually is." Talking to himself? Oops.


***

storm

Staring upward at the oncoming storm, strips of sheer ripped and wrapped around his torso, Calvin swore. As it closed in, he could feel himself batted around, and more, drained, He cried out as he felt power slip form him, causing him to fall to his knees.

As the clouds of the storm closed in, he saw ghostly images flicker around him, flitting from place to place. He knew those faces. Most of them he had hurt, or even killed, over the years. The flickered into existence, moving across his vision, then faded, and he shuddered, eyes wide, feverish, and sure he was going to die.

"What hell is this?"

***

network
[Video]

[ The video shows a man slumped back against a wall, bloody bandages, or something like bandages around his middle, otherwise shirtless body. He looks loopy. tired, and sick. But he focuses on the screen. His voice is rough, halting, and quiet. ]

Is this damn thing working?

Can I get some help, please?

I would rather not die on an alien planet.

***

Wildcard!

Network, Video;

[kallig]

[Well that... Is not good. Altair supposes it's good he chose to switch his expertise.]

I'm on my way. I won't say stay where you are as it doesn't look like you'll be going anywhere without help.

Bucky Barnes | MCU

[sidearmed]

ONE: There Be Space Ship

[ The hanger is slightly quieter than the city. He appreciates that, honestly, as much as he appreciates the lack of people milling around. Considering how overpopulated the hotel is, he's decided to branch out on living options. Which is why he's here, looking at the ships. Spaceships. Ships that fly through space. Some undefined part of his brain is going bonkers right now, even if he doesn't quite remember why.

In the relative silence, it's just enough to examine the closest one. From the outside, initially, making a wide circle and mentally noting anything that looks a little off in terms of potential hazards. The alarming part is trying to open the hatch on a whim - and then having it open. He steps back automatically, bracing for something weird or dangerous to come outside. But, when nothing does, he makes a choice and steps inside.]

Hello?


TWO: Can We Have Readable Maps

[ Exploring the populated environs is a chore best left for times when other people aren't around as much, which leaves late at night or early in the morning. Since stumbling around ruined buildings in near-complete darkness is probably a stupid idea, he's opted for wandering around at dawn. When there's just enough light for his enhanced senses to work without strain.

Don't mind the standoff-ish soldier poking around the hospital, looking for supplies, or scowling at the building that might be a jail, trying to figure out if it's worth entering and searching for weapons. ]


THREE: Wildcard

[ Have an idea? Toss it here ]

Two

[kallig]

Given that Altair spent much of his time returning the hospital to a usable state, it was no wonder that he could sense the intrusion from the office that functioned on and off as his home away from home. After all, he kept his senses reaching far and wide, to ensure that supplies were kept where they belonged, that no one sneak in and destroy the machines that may one day be instrumental in saving a life.

So coming around the corner he stopped seeing a... Somewhat familiar face. But he doubted immediately that it was the one he knew, or at least knew of.

After all, anyone at all who'd been here a while would know to merely reach out to him should they need help.

Both brows raised, the small alien man crossed his arms as he regarded the intruder, "Anything I can help you with?"

thomas magnus | marvel 15513

[mutriarchy]

arrival.

[ so the problem with being a co-dependent twin type is when go from very much right here, in the thick of yet another family blowup with your twin at your side to very much not, with no twin - you're gonna start to freak out. probably moreso than you would if he were here, also being kind of freaked out, with you. ]

Wiccan? [ he hasn't been at this long. running from one place to another, trying to find any trace of his entire fucked up family tree. no such luck. this place is trashed and he can't help the nervous jitter that he's in another fucking domain and this is what's finally gonna get him killed. or, maybe even worse, his mother finally lost it and this is the result. some representation of fher totally broken psyche. tommy lifts a hand to shield his eyes, squinting against the sky. ] Wiccan, I swear, if you're not here...

[ it's actually a terrifying prospect. they've never been apart. ]

storm.

[ this is an absolute hellscape to be thrown into. he's never understood just how rough humans have it until now, cold and wet and hungry and utterly powerless.

tommy squints against the wind and the flashes of thunder and lightning, feeling like a wet and drowned rat. the people needed help and he went to help, because that's just what you do, and all of this sucks worse than he could ever have imagined.

except he catches a glimpse of someone out of the corner of his eye. pivoting suddenly to face them. mom? billy? grandpa? aunt lorna? god, he'd be so happy even to see his stupid trashy uncle. or anyone. literally anyone solid and real, he'd take that over the spooky after-effects ghosts any time. ]

network.

MymotherisgoingtoKILLme.

[ so, this might be a familiar face. the wild shock of white hair is slightly more tame than you may be useful and when he speaks, the accent is -- different. sort of hard to place, really. vaguely slavic? if you can discern it past the absolute catastrophe that is how quickly he's speaking.

his attention isn't even really on the screen, he's looking around it. trying to figure out if there's a way to push the signal out to home. realizing that's futile he lets out an aggravated sigh and practically throws himself down into the chair, raking his fingers through his hair. ]

Look, I'm Thomas Magnus. I have no sweet clue when another planet started existing, but I'm going to wager a guess and say Battleworld doesn't know about it and I'm screwed. Yes? No? If the Thor Corps are listening, I'm not here of my own free will, and if you want to take me and throw me back home then please by all means go ahead.

[ so screwed. this is a nightmare. this could be super cool were it not for everything at home and the distinct lack of a brother. and he's hungry. oh, and, also? this sucks. ]

I guess I should ask how many other subjects of the Monarchy here? Mutants and humans welcome.

Network

[doubled_speed]

[Tommy’s torn between crowing a victory and teasing the guy when he first sees the video. But he gets it, the nervousness. The wanting your family and the people around you that you know. Something tells him that while he doesn’t really know the guy’s personal history, he definitely gets a bit of how he’s feeling right now. So when he turns on his own video response he avoids the shit-eating grin. A little.

But he does talk at a pace that will ultimately make this video hell to watch for literally anyone else here. Who the fuck wouldn’t take advantage of being able to talk to someone at literally your own speed?]

Dude, first step, chill. Magnus or Maximoff or Shepherd or whatever, we’re literally too cool for a panic attack. And there probably isn’t a Wanda in the multiverse that would ever hold getting kidnapped by an alien species who was WAY too into some weird reality tv shit against us.

[So there he is, in half a second dropping a different sort of ‘hey you look familiar’ onto a Prince. And he’s still smiling because at the end of the day he’s still him.]

I don’t know anything about your monarchy but there are a few mutants here from my world. Me, B, Aunt Lorna and this X-Man who mimics stuff. We’ve also got Teddy around, because of course he’d somehow find Billy across the multiverse. And if you talk to Wanda, it’s not the same one as you know. Hell, it’s not the same one I know. It’s complicated.

[Yeah, that one’s a bundle of a discussion he doesn’t want to have in a manner that might actually be able to be accessed by her, even if she can’t understand him talking this fast.]

Yo, Magna-Me, where are you? This would be easier in person so you can fully appreciate the glory of our good looks and having a conversation at a real person pace without it having to be fucking Uncle Pete being a punk like he always is.

Cipher Nine (Aden Nahain) | Star Wars the Old Republic

[stabgremlin]

A - Storm

Honestly of all the things that had happened to Nine in his life this probably ranked pretty low. Dromund Kaas' storms were at least this bad once or twice a year and on Dromund Kaas predators stalked the city streets as well. Temba was probably a whole lot more safe than the capital of the Sith Empire, and probably a good bit safer than Coruscant too- at least for him, anyway. He actually knew very little about what life in the Republic was like, and had very little interest in it, too.

Once, perhaps, he would have been. Not since Kothe, though.

Still, that didn't mean the Cipher Agent was particularly happy about being jerked around like this by some alien power, nor was he particularly happy about walking around like a drowned womp rat, dark blue hair stuck to his face and his clothes soaked through from the pouring rain. The flashes of lightning did nothing to brighten his mood, either.

He cursed to himself as he looked about for a place to wait out the storm.

Being out in the open without his weapons on him made him rather twitchy too, and he had half a mind to take his bad mood out in the first poor sap he met.

B - Network

[The feed clicks on to a still slightly damp Cipher Nine, though he's since found shelter to wait out the storm. The windows rattle however, and the storm can still be heard. The man himself looks a bit peeved.]

Greetings, fellow inmates. This is Cipher Nine, from Imperial Intelligence- though from what I've gathered, this means nothing to most of you.

Still, you may all call me Agent or Nine.

[He huffs.] I've already gone through the network and I've got the information the Agrii so generously decided download directly into my fucking brain through data point, as though my brain hasn't been through enough already.

[He sighs, looking about 20 years older than he actually is. He looks tired.] So I won't go I want to go home, I'm upset or I'm not a hero, why am I here or even I'm upset with the Agrii for kidnapping me or cause a scene or what the Hell ever.

[Did he put on a squeaky voice for that? Yes he did.] Instead, I'll ask what you all are keeping yourselves amused with during this storm.

C - Wildcard

[Have an idea for where to run into small, blue, and angry? Toss it here!]

B [Video]

[thrawnsaide]

[There was a brief surprise of excitement before Eli schooled his expression. Another Chiss! Before working among the Ascendancy he considered the species to be a myth... Yet, to meet another Chiss here was a surprise. He wondered if the other was working for the Ascendancy? He tried to make his Ascendancy patch and rank visible with out being too forward about it.]

Agent, most of us tend to keep with normal buisness. I've been helping making sure the city is prepped for the storm and that everything vital is secured. Any particular dangerous areas have been roped off as best as possible.

Tony Stark | Marvel 616

[in_extremis]

A:
As usual, shouldn't have touched that, definitely asking for some kind of spinal malware and/or network herpes, and Tony did absolutely know that, but in this particular case there didn't seem to be anyone in particular to ask permission or forgiveness except for, unfortunately, himself. He would have to come back around to that one, there was an impressive backlog already processing, and a, so far, infinite render queue to add to. That was going to be a personal evaluation question for, calculating...108 year old Tony Stark. If he had to develop a hypothesis, though, Tony would say his future self was not going to be impressed with this asshole.

Counterpoint: he knew some stuff now. Some possibly immediately applicable, lacking any further information to explain what was going on, so it would be the working theory for now. Not that Tony was willing to accept anything he just downloaded as true, but he didn't have the resources for an alternative yet. Schrodinger's Alien Extinction Event. He couldn't be the only one here.

Tony squinted, spinning slowly in place as he took in the immediate layout, absently patting himself down to check that everything important had made this journey with him (limbs: check) and the alien interface hadn't melted anything structurally important (not bleeding from ears yet: check). A cosmic force that could either transport a whole human body instantaneously to very specific coordinates, or at least construct a very believable facsimile for a human brain to be unable to distinguish from reality, but didn't have the ability to maintain some basic infrastructure. Interesting. (Theory: Dark Ages, obscuring this people's technology and history from themselves, even as they continued to advance). Culturally, not completely unfamiliar-- nothing as shocking in his immediate vicinity as anything he had ever seen on Hala or Asgard.(Theory: Despite the body snatching, not a particularly old civilization). A weird, fat, pig-looking thing scrambled up the side of a decaying, free standing facade. (Theory: It's finally happened, Stark, you done gone and lost your marbles.) Hands feeling useless, and slightly untrustworthy, after the touching-incident, Tony held them pressed against his heart, and, searching, sniffed the air instead. There were some scents that only a living civilization would produce and this was going to lead him to his next theory: cooking food, shit, and fuel. Thataway.

B:
[A video message posted to the network of a man frowning down into the camera, chin propped up in one hand and looking equal parts bored and skeptical, but occasionally glancing up, just past the camera, possibly betraying his alert tension]

I'm used to having some, you know, guidelines-- hard to read the room here, hard to read the audience. Um-- Tony. [He quickly touches his chest, that's me, before holding his chin again.] Looking for: just some fun, nothing serious. Likes: long walks on the beach, particle physics, black coffee. Dislikes: The smell of bookstores. I know, you'll try to convince me, and it will be a very good date, because I've never had a bad one, but I still won't like the smell. What else goes on these things...? [He's looking past the camera again, like he's waiting for the response to come from out there.]

B

[doubled_speed]

[Oh great. Stark is here. Joy. Which is what Tommy would say if he was actually excited. Or felt like he could truly deliver sufficient sarcasm. Which he of course cannot. He’s not a Hawkeye.

So instead there is a very less than impressed Young Avenger frowning at this undignified display of Stark’s and shaking his head.]

I don’t know that serious is in your vocabulary, Stark. Except when you’re seriously on the wrong side of some sort of important heroics debate.

Cayde-6 // Destiny (2)

[deal_me_in]

SPACESHIP!
"Dangit, open up!"

The scenario doesn't at all look suspicious, no sir! Just someone locked out of their space vehicle, that's all.

The hooded figure in worn leathers and a tattered...well, that might have been a cloak at some point in its former life but now it's barely that- anyway, he's standing by the hatch of a random ship, trying to pry it open. When that ultimately fails, he gives a half-hearted pound of a gloved fist before stepping back, arms akimbo as he regards the stubborn thing.

And then he turns to eyeball another ship, his robotic features strangely expressive as bright blue optics skim the selections, metal faceplates shifting to form the furrow of a brow, the narrowing of eyes. Then he sets forth to try his luck again. You can bet he'll try as many times until he can actually get into a ship.


Storms
He still resents having info downloaded directly into his head like some kind of... Well all right, so he may be pretty much a machine but he's got rights! And feelings! But the Exo's upset takes a bit of a back seat in the face of what he figures is probably one of those awful storms that were mentioned in that information dump.

Normally he'd have something quippy to say about it, except that being caught up in the thing brings with it an unsettlingly familiar sensation. It doesn't make him feel any more at ease that he's without his Ghost, but he can feel the drain, like the moment the Last City fell to the Red Legion.

Cayde staggers in the street, a hand futilely attempting to shield his face as the rain goes in all directions with the wild winds that whip his cloak about with all the intention of making it even more raggedy, at least so he feels. "This...is...not my idea of a vacation," he grunts. Lifting his head, he finds himself on his hands and knees, not even realized he'd fallen. As he struggles to his feet, he squints against the spattering rain as he (thinks? he) sees movement. Those glowing blue optics widen because what he thinks he sees can't possibly be.

"Andal..?"


Can You Heeear Me
[The upside-down image of a hooded, robotic face with bright glowing blue eyes appears.]

Hello? Helloooo?

[Every time he speaks, the interior of his mouth is backlit in amber.]

Zavala? Ikora? Please tell me this is all some highly elaborate and extremely unnecessarily detailed prank. ...no, forget I said that- this is Zavala we're talking about- Which... Okay, yeah. No prank.

[Squint.]

Is this thing upside-do-- Oh. Oh! Got it, got it.

[The whole thing turns, the Exo now right-side up.]

So. Yeah. Long and short of what I understand of this situation is it's awful and I'm stuck. Anyone care to correct me on that? This is a one time offer. No, really- someone give me some good news.

...and maybe some ammo.

Spaceship

[stretchy_girl]

To all intents and purposes the hanger looks empty, there's certainly nobody else around although perhaps after several failed attempts to gain access to various ships Cayde might begin to get the feeling that he's being watched.

Gemini stays out of sight at first, something that being a shapeshifter she's particularly good at. Having never seen anything quite like Cayde before she's cautious and its only when she determines he's unlikely to attack her that she emerges from the shadows behind him as a dark haired young woman in casual cream blouse and jeans.

"I don't think you'll get in that way." She interrupts quietly, folding her arms and giving him a friendly smile, looking over the metal creature with a distinctly curious air.

Pidge Gunderson | Voltron | OTA

[green_greatness]

[Fly me to the moon]

Pidge made her way into the hanger as soon as she recognized the structure. "A ship, just when I though I was out of lu-" She stops mid statement as she takes in the sight of the ships, and frowns. These... weren't going to get her home. Not by the looks of them. She passed by a few door, checking for access panels or anything she could find on any of the ships to show if they were even functional.

It wasn't until she reached the Vanquish that any of them even reacted. The access panel opening to her touch had her looking around for anyone nearby who may have activated it, but seeing no one she decided to try the panel itself. A few button presses had the ship opening up and she peeked inside. "Hello? Anyone home?" She called out, stepping inside gingerly. "Sorry if I'm intruding... The ship wasn't... locked?" she said, hoping she wasn't about to get attacked by the occupants.

[Eye of the Storm]

The storm hadn't been kind, ghosts of other Pladins walking down the streets, or their calls from down the way. It was a struggle not to respond... she could survive them... for a time. It wasn't until she saw a figure she had been missing even worse that she lost her will to fight against the temptation, chasing the phantom image.

"Matt? MATT!" her voice cracked as she started to give chase, losing the phantom in the dark, but hearing that voice calling out for her, by both names. She spun around for a moment before seeing another figure, another phantom in his image, turning a corner. "MAATT!"

Even having seen the grave, she couldn't let go of the small hope, the hope it was all wrong, all a lie... as she charged after the specter, heedless of anyone she ran into.

[Can you hear me calling, S.O.S.]

[The image starts up and shows a young teen with sandy blond hair sitting, curled up, in a corner.]

Hello... this is Pidge Gunderson... Paladin of Voltron. If that name... even means anything here.

I recently arrived, and... I'm wondering... where is the best place to find people? I don't really fancy roughing it alone.

[She is fairly subdued, even while offers a couple soft smiles. To anyone familiar with her, the words, and the way she keeps looking away shows just how upset she is, though she's trying to cover it up.]

[Wildcard]
[Want something else, throw it at me!]

(Note: Pull point is Season 4 Episode 2, after finding the grave, but before realizing the date was wrong.)

Storm

[doubled_speed]

The storms were the worst part of being here. No, actually, the way that it makes him feel powerless. Of course, he's not alone in that. But the storm had come upon him unexpected, and he was trying to get to where he was staying in the shops, but instead he came around a corner in the storm and there was someone shouting and running into him.

Instinct and habit has him catching the person in his arms.

"Are you okay?"

Gemini de Mille | DC Comics AU

[stretchy_girl]

Exploring Having arrived the day before, Gemini had begun to explore the strange half-abandoned city that she had somehow been transported to. Most of the time she keeps to herself, but other arrivals might spot the attractive young woman in cream sweater and blue jeans making her way from building to building For the moment she's keeping to herself, not really seeking out the company of others, but that's more because she's solitary in nature than deliberately avoiding people.

It doesn't take her too long to find the hospital, in which she wanders from room to room, stopping to eye the strange canisters swirling with red mist. They definitely don't look too safe.

Walking over to Building 7, Gemini treads through the abandoned building, surprisingly confident for a young woman on her own. Running a finger over the dusty machines she heads for the central atrium and turning a corner the next you'll see of her is that she's on a balcony five stories up. Now how did she get up there so quickly?

Building 10 has an ominous feel to it, enough that it's set Gemini on edge as she explores the dusty offices on the lower levels, her misteps fading from audible to entirely silent as she hears movement, retreating into the shadows and seeming to vanish just before you enter.

Building 10

[beholding_archivist]

There isn't anything remarkable about the man that enters. Falling in at the lower end of average in regards of height and perpetually looking as if he hasn't slept in a week, Jon appears anything but intimidating. His right hand, covered with a large burn scar, rests on the tape recorder he carries in a small leather pouch slung over his shoulder. He doesn't turn it on, though his fingers twitch lightly for a moment as he stops just a few steps into the building. Then he frowns, his eyes drifting towards the shadows.

"I see you."

He states this as a fact, little else. He won't even begin to contemplate why this person would decide to hide like that and at the very least tries to convince himself not to be worried about potentially being attacked. Though in all fairness, he is worried about just that. Which may be why his index finger has already pressed down the record button halfway.

Arthur Curry | Aquaman DCEU series

[partsthewaves]

A) Exploring
First he was saving the world from the people under the sea whom he had learned were his people....and then becoming king to those people. None of which he wanted to do. Especially to people who didn't want him in the first place.

Now he's in some strange world with hosts begging for his help. Hosts that he didn't even see or had the slightest idea of what the Agri were. Mysterious hosts, mysterious planet in ruins, and no idea what to do? This sounded like some kind of cheesy choose your own adventure type or those table top games.

Arthur's reaction to everything about it was to go No. He threw up his own hands in disgust as he roamed the empty streets trying to see what this was really about. He didn't need this detour from his own agenda.

B)Wildcard:

Got anything else in mind hit me up. I'll respond to pretty much anything.

[obliviscis]

There is nothing for Jane in any of this. She hadn't wanted life to begin with, she wasn't sure about it when the plane crashed and now she damn sure doesn't want to fight for her life on some foreign planet. She'd had her plan. She'd planned to swallow her oblivion and float away and now she's so far from that she doesn't know where to begin.

She's tall but the guy throwing his hands up near her makes her look like a little girl. She doesn't think she's ever seen anyone as tall as he is and she clears her throat a little.

"You keep throwing your hands up like that, you're going to end up clotheslining people."

Pietro Maximoff | MCU

[youdidntseethatcoming]

Hello?

[Pietro frowns skeptically at the camera, arching a brow.]

I don't understand how I am here.

[Yeah, sure, he's got the whole explanation, and the date point uploaded into his mind, but it still doesn't make any sense. ]

I don't suppose the Avengers are here too, mm?

Gotta go fast

There's a blur rushing through Temba that some might mistake for their local resident speedster, and no one would be wrong for thinking that, given that when he stops to look around he doesn't look all that different from Tommy. A little little older, a little scruffier, more dark to his hair, but there's a definitely resemblance beyond just their shared speed.

He streaks across near the whole of the city, determined to map out the whole place for himself, and you may find yourself abruptly surprised to find him in your space.

Gotta Go Fast

[doubled_speed]

Strangely enough, it wasn't because Tommy was going fast that he runs into the guy. Instead he's just minding his own business, trying to balance three bowls of soup in one hand from Eli's cafeteria. They're all meant to go home with him, to feed him and his twin and Teddy, but instead he's left gaping at the stranger suddenly in his space.

Mostly because the man, while not his his Uncle, looks familiar. And because Tommy had totally seen him coming.

"Fuck. Is that... is that you?"

Abed Nadir | Community

[pillowtown]

[Video]

[The feed opens on a cock headed Abed, who offers a stiff wave after a short moment before gesturing to the space around him with a confused look.]
I feel like when I imagine these kinds of things the SFX are usually better than this. Post apocalyptic cityscape, it's kind of overdone. No offence . I appreciate the genre, it's just a little...

[He trails off with a frown.] It's just normally my friends are here too.

Anyways. I'm Abed. Figure we can keep this thing going for a while. See where it goes. I can always end the simulation once it stops being interesting.

Welcome to the Pseudotorium

Whatever this space used to be, you'll find it's been co-opted by Abed, cleared out and carefully taped off into a grid across every surface he can reach, walls, floors, the back of the door. He looks a little surprised to be intruded on, pausing in the middle of whatever it was he was doing.

"...Did you want to use the Dreamatorium? I'm still using it right now, but you can have next dibs, cool?"

Pseudotorium

[beholding_archivist]

To be fair, no one really knows what any of these buildings used to be. And in a way it was their job to turn them into something?

It's plain coincidence that Jon ends up wandering into this specific building. Well, more or less. It has been obvious that someone is in there and the rest is mere curiosity. Curiosity that quickly turns into confusion.

"Wha- what? What's a..." Dreamawhat?

But wait. Important things first.

"Where did you find that tape?" Did this guy arrive here with tapes in his pockets? Is that something people carry around?

Daenerys Targaryen | ASOIAF

[song_of_fire]

I. Exploring

[It is a great deal for Daenerys to take in. After Meereen and the Red Waste, this world, these locations, left her dizzy and out of place. It had been a long while since Dany felt like a lost princess, but being surrounded by unfamiliar technology and in a new world, she felt small and uncertain again. She had glanced at the space ships, but steered away, looking for anything that might be familiar and give her some idea of what this world was exactly.

She had never been one for plants and herbs, but the greenhouse at least was the closest thing to home that she could find so far. The farm as well, though it was the horses she was drawn to, instinctively searching for her Silver among them, but knowing she wouldn't be here.

Finally, she lingered in the Hospital, imagining if there was anywhere that might give her some information, it would be a place of healing. Regardless where she was, she would ask the same question:]

What do you call this world?

II. Network: un: stormborn

[There's the sound of fumbling before the sound turns on, unbeknownst to the holder. Muttering can be heard:]

Blast this thing. How does it turn on?

Really? They expect me to use this.

I am of half of mind to throw it at the wall.

III. Wildcard

[Choose your own adventure!]

Hospital

[beholding_archivist]

[ The hospital still has a long way to go to be remotely functional, but the emergency area has made some good improvements from being a ruin.

So as she lingers there, Daenerys even gets to meet half of the entire hospital staff: Jon. Looking as tired as always and emerging from one of the rooms with a sigh and his hand reaching for the pocket of his pants, intentions clear enough for everyone that knows he keeps his lighter in there.

But apparently that little break has to wait. He stops short upon noticing the visitor and he just looks at her in surprise for a few moments before actually registering her question. ]

Ah..... A-Agra 10. I mean....

[ And he will take a moment to focus, minding his phrasing to avoid any potentially compelling questions. ]

I suppose you are- You just arrived. I- I'm Jon. If I can help you with anything, please let me know.

Pepper Potts | MCU

[pepper_spray]

[Video]

[Pepper's obviously taken a moment to compose herself, there's none of the wide eyed panic that can accompany some of these messages, this is clearly a woman on a mission.]

Pepper Potts. [She gestures to herself in introduction.] CEO, Stark Industries. Can someone get me up to speed on what you've been doing to get home?


[Ship]

[It took a bit to find the ships, and a bit of trail and error to find one that would open for her, Pepper's heels echoing as she explores the craft uncertainly. She looks about the cockpit with a frown, surveying the controls. It's not often she finds herself in a situation she doesn't know how to fix. She really doesn't like it.]

Come on...how hard can it be? [She mutters to herself, flipping determinedly at one of the switches.]

Video

[doubled_speed]

[Woah, cool, the sensible Stark industries employee.]

Mostly trying to get Tony Stark off his ass. But he's a dumbass, so, you know, not much help.

Wen Ning [Untamed Series]

[loyalspirit]

[Exploring the City]:

It had been a few days upon his arrival to this strange world, but Wen Ning was taking his time exploring the layout of the land and what it had to offer. This was very different from his home in the Nightless City.

At first he had panicked when he couldn't find his sister or any familiar face. What magic had brought him here? What was his purpose? Was this some form of punishment? He had man questions to ask, but was shy to ask the strangers that he did encounter on occasion. This freedom was also different. He had been used to his sister's tight restrictions on where he could go. Still, he made an effort to avoid being spotted by people, by disappearing behind a corner of a building or hiding behind some bushes. What ever was good at hiding him.

Right now his need for survival kicked in. He looked through the various plants looking for things to eat or for herbs that worked as medicine. Most he didn't recognize. However, from his own knowledge he was able to decipher was safe to eat and use. Perhaps, some of the food and medicine could be used to barter. He had some money on him, but wasn't sure what form of payment they took here. He gathered that food and medicine were more important.

He tore part of his black and maroon robes to make into a bag and placed what he could in it. He was at least careful not to ruin the delicate fire design woven in on his robes. His sister can scold him later over it if he ever found her. The bag was more important to store his provisions in.

Hesitantly he approached the near by village he had made a point to avoid. Now hewas more prepared and hopefully someone can answer his questions.

[Wild Card]:

Feel free to write your own.

Exploring the City

[backoff]

The first couple of days have been confusing upon arriving here. He had to adjust only a bit to the overall city. Adjusting to the way of survival here would be easy enough for him. Cloud had seen massive destruction before. In the end helping people was a way to make a living. Even if it started out small and slowly becoming a potential business. He sighed a little in annoyance over not getting a lot of intel from villagers. Yet, he still did his best with asking them if they needed help with something. That task could be simple as moving something heavy or even making a delivery of some sort. It would keep him busy and let his mind be more at ease while thinking of how he could get back home.

Cloud stays within the village, roaming in between the buildings as if he's making a patrol out of it. Not that he needed to do that either but instincts and survival seemed to kick in when it's needed. He spots the man in the black and maroon robes, it makes him think back on Wall Market, with Madam M in her kimono. He can tell the style is different not quite as flashy to draw you in like a moth to the flame.

He hasn't seen him around the village before. "Hey." Cloud calls out to the man in the robes. It's not threatening in any kind of way, a quick soft greeting followed by a question. "Do you know how to get to the power plant?"

One, he's mostly curious about it since he heard a few of the villagers bring it up. But some direction would be helpful.

Kylo Ren - Star Wars

[immunetolight]

001. exploration

Ren has been in many systems before and he's been in quite a few bases and gunships. This system is completely unrecognizable to him. He's in the dark with no nav system and he doesn't have his regular comm, either, so he has no way of contacting his own Fleet. He doesn't want to contact the First Order Fleet or Exegol. The connection he has with Rey has tainted him, somehow, and has made him into what he'd been before this. It's twisted him back into the man he'd been before the First Order and before Snoke.

He knows he'd been lied to by Luke, by Snoke, by Rey - there's no knowing what is a truth and a lie any longer. All Ren can go by is his immediate present and the last he remembers is fading into the Force after being run through by the girl's lightsaber. He had a tenuous connection to the world still, yes, but that tether had only been Rey and he feels he must have severed it to come to this place.

It seems to be a planet that has been abandoned. There's places that seem nearly functional - there is a greenhouse, a hospital - but there are also places where vegetation have completely taken over. This is a place that hasn't had a civilization for a long while.

002. network

( There is a comm he's been assigned but it looks like no comm he's ever used before. It has no holographic capabilities but there appears to be some sort of way to use live images to transmit over a network, of sorts. He's used to closed lines and closed networks in the First Order and it doesn't take long for him to acclimate himself to it. )

Tell me - what system is this. What entity governs this place? I've been unable to determine either of these and I have no access to star charts or any other information on how I came to be here. Answers are needed.

exploration

[kallig]

Altair was used to the presence of other Force users. At home, the very world was bright with thousands upon thousands reaching out, and their movements sent ripples throughout the Force no matter where one went. Joy, curiosity, sorrow, fear. He'd felt it all.

Here, here the Force was so quiet. Barely a movement, besides his own, and Cal's.

That silence was near maddening at times, when he was so used to reaching out and feeling an entire world trying to reach back.

So when another presence arrived, he sensed it first. It was familiar, in a way. But not, at the same time. New, though, he thought. Which probably meant that whoever it was was confused and in need of answers.

His dualsaber at his side, Altair set out to find this new presence- and came to a halt once he saw him. Oh no.

His dualsaber was pulled immediately, thin red blades flaring to life, his posture defensive rather than aggressive, "One wrong move, Ren, and you'll get to know what facing a true Sith is like-"

He didn't want to fight. But he would.

Ren did feel different somehow though. But not enough to make Altair lower his guard.

Chikai Kuji | Sarazanmai

[measuringdistance]

A - Explore the city
Wasn't that just the way of the world, huh? You go out of your way to pick up your little brother and pull together the perfect getaway plan, and you wind up abducted by aliens halfway through. Figures.

Well, fine. He had no intention of dying, which meant had no choice but to adjust until he found a way off this shitty planet. First step, he figured, was 'find a damn weapon'. That neither of the guns he'd been carrying on him managed to make the trip was baffling, especially considering the little trinket that did. What, was there a weight limit or something? ... Not that he didn't want what he had, just... it wouldn't do him any good in a fight.

At least there's plenty of things laying around the plaza to sift through. Glass would be too fragile, but if he could find a decent piece of metal... with a somewhat dramatic sigh, he kicked a chunk of plastic aside and started doing some digging through the debris.

B - Network
[The first shot, when the video starts, is of the ceiling. For a few seconds you can hear muttering off-screen, then it shakes back and forth violently a few times, before whoever is carrying it seems to finally notice its running.]

Ha, knew I'd figure it out.

[This time, when the camera moves, a man finally comes into view. He looks like he hasn't slept in days, but he grins easily enough. It's almost friendly.]

Yo, anyone out there actually watching this thing?

network~

[beholding_archivist]

[ You know what? Have a face that looks at least as sleep deprived answer your wild call. Though In Jon's defense, he has stopped sleeping for the most part and defaults to appearing worn down. ]

With any luck, roughly two dozen people might be watching. The numbers vary. Apparently it has gone up again.

[ Why not state the obvious instead of asking questions with obvious answers. ]

Catra | She-Ra and the Princesses of Power

[heeeyadora]

A: What's yours is mine

[If she's going to be stuck here, Catra figures she might as well look around. Whatever measures might have been taken to keep her out, she's managed to work her way into your space while you were gone, and she's made herself quite at home, lounging peacefully and looking quite annoyed when you return, bearing her teeth and hissing.]

Hey! Get outta here!

B: Stars

[Now that night has finally fallen, Catra seems entranced by the night sky, staring up at the stars in wonder. She doesn't realize she's not alone, jumping in alarm when she finally notices you, yelping and tail poofing up to twice it's usual size.]

Hey, watch it! Don't sneak up like that! [She bristles a little longer before her shoulders relax a little, looking back to the sky.] ...Are those really...stars?

C: Network

[Catra scowls at the screen, eyes sharp and ears pressed low.]

I don't care about you or your stupid planet, so you send me back right now, you hear me?!

A

[loyalspirit]

.....

[He wasn't expecting someone to barge in his room he had secured and claim it as theirs. That was a first. He glanced up from his work of organizing plants and roots to look up at the stranger.]

Hello, did you need help with anything?

[He softly called out to her. He really didn't want any confrontation, but he had a feeling there was going to be some judging from her body language.]

Anakin Skywalker || Star Wars

[nosand]

A - Just a Jedi Knight wandering your ruined city

Anakin has been on many planets. Inhabited as well as uninhabited. This one obviously falls into the category of planets that used to be inhabited but are by now hardly inhabited any longer. That's another type of planet Anakin has been on before. Those are the ones that come with unpleasant backstories.

And the remnants of past tragedies are still very much present in the Force.

The young Jedi Knight wanders the streets of Temba in silence, senses attuned to the Force and the faint traces of life he can pick up here and there. There are still people here - He merely has to find them.

"Hello?" He calls out every once in a while, not trying to hide his presence.

"Anyone here?"

B - Network

[ The video turns on to reveal a young, seemingly carefree face, watching the screen of his phone with casual interest while addressing it. ]

Okay, I give up. From the looks of it I missed the actual battle anyway. So where is everyone? I promise I'm here to help. Oh, right. I should probably-

[ He gives a friendly salute to the camera. ]

Hi. I'm Anakin Skywalker. If you have seen a young Togruta or an old man with a beard, please let me know.

B

[hatestofly]

[EXCUSE YOU. Obi-Wan had been trying to figure out what’s going on himself, somewhere else. Imagine his relief when he hears a familiar voice on the network except...]

First of all, I’m not old.

[Gotta get that out of the way first.]

Second, what happened to your hair?

[Anakin’s hair was definitely not that long the last he saw him.]

And third, where in the blazes are you?

[PRIORITIES.]

Cloud Strife | FF7 : Advent Children Complete

[backoff]

A: Hollow Ships

[ Cloud has only ever seen one rocket before and seen space for a short period of time. After being here for a while, he wanted to go exploring towards the spaceships. Cid would have gotten a kick out of them and probably would want to know everything about it. Cloud's curiosity was mostly to venture out, look at them, maybe learn something. He's quiet as he stays outside of the ships, silently looking over the shape and make of them. ]

Shinra would have a field day with this.

[ It's a small side comment, particularly stated at no one. Cloud could be surprised by anyone willing to listen in to his private side conversations with himself out loud. He goes up to one of the doors and places a gloved hand upon it. However, the door doesn't respond nor does it open. He tilts his head to the side while lifting an eyebrow. Interesting. ]

How do you get in?

B: Network

[ When the feed comes on, Cloud's eyes are downward. He doesn't seem all that happy about recording. It's easier and quicker and harder to not hit send. ]

My name is Cloud Strife. How can someone find spare parts for a motorcycle if they ever need them?

[ A question that may be relevant. He pauses a little as his eyebrows knit towards the center. Cloud has to continue to make connections even here. So, he's going to also offer in the help he's been used to doing back home. ]

Does anyone need or want someone to make deliveries?

A

[deal_me_in]

I'm starting to think it's by secret password.

[The source of the voice is initially unseen, but it doesn't sound too far either. But eventually movement from above might catch one's attention as someone stands up atop the ship. The Exo twirls the long knife he has in hand that he'd apparently been using to try prying a panel open.]

Or maybe they expect us to transmat in? I dunno. One of these days I'll figure it out.

Martin Blackwood | The Magnus Archives

[arachnafriendly]

Do you hear a storm?

He wishes he could will himself away right now. It was a handy ability when it worked but here? In the middle of a storm, Martin is now soaking wet, arms wrapped around himself as he tries to ignore the voices that fade in and out around him.

"I know you're not here." He says to himself. "I know you're not here, you're not real... You're-- You're not Sasha. You're not Tim."

Though, it'd be nice if it was; it'd mean they were alive. That maybe they made it through and the Unknowing didn't take Tim and Sasha wasn't a creepy face-wearing monster.

"Look I get it! I get you just... want to scare me. Blah, blah, blah ghosts from my past and what not-- can you just? Leave me alone?" Martin turns, facing one head on with a frown, before the color drains from his face. "Oh bloody hell."

spaceships?

Martin finds his way into the hanger, breathing out a sigh of relief. On one hand, he was inside some where! On the other ...well. Now he's walked into some sort of scifi novel. Spaceships lined the hanger, the lights flickering off and on as he slowly makes his way towards one of them. He should have scavanged for a torch, should have maybe listened to his instincts and just not approach the creepy space craft.

Except upon closer inspection, the ship called Twin Roses sparks to life. Not so much that he'd run for cover, but enough the hissing of hydrolics has him yelping as the door opens to allow him access.

"Please be joking." He peeks in. "There's no way I'm going in there."

Not alone. At least.

Can you hear me now?

Does this thing work? Really. Well it looks like it's on so. Hello strange new world. I've got a few questions and maybe you'd like to answer them for me. Just simple questions I promise!

Can someone at least tell me where I am? I'm a little lost.

Network - Audio because he hates texting

[beholding_archivist]

[ Now isn’t this just the sort of message he loves to receive. Plain text, no introduction, nothing. Being neither a fan of texting or the video function, Jon defaults to voice only, holding back on a slight groan. ]

The planet’s name is Abra 10. The city is called Temba. And all these information along with some more the data point near the fountain would have provided you with.

[ To be fair, this isn’t the first newcomer to ignore the data point. Which doesn’t mean Jon won’t point out their negligence to them. Especially not when he’s been having some less than ideal days. ]

jane solis | survive

[obliviscis]

001. it's not a mountain it's a town square

There's blood streaming down her temple and she's not on a mountain. Some fucking therapist of hers forever ago told her to wake up every morning and establish who she was, where she was, and how she felt as some kind of coping technique. Jane had shrugged it off at the time like everything else because she's never getting better but right now, she needs the grounding. So.

She's Jane Solis. There's blood streaming down her temple. She isn't on a mountain.

"Good fucking observation," she mutters to herself. She's staggering as she walks toward what looks like buildings in various states of disrepair and it's when she gets to what appears to be the biggest occupied one that she goes down, woozy from knocking her head on a rock and the ligaments in her ankle too taxed from rolling it over a thousand times on the climb down.

"Fuck. I'm Jane Solis, I probably need to be left here to die, and this isn't a mountain."

002. it's the middle of nowhere, why is there signal

( The device is something she's been staring at since she arrived as if it has a tracker on it and someone is going to swoop in and rescue her from the new normal. Hasn't done that yet, though, and as much as she's always been a person to wrap herself in a blanket of isolation and self-inflicted loathing, she doesn't think it will ping off a tower if she doesn't turn it on.

It's connected to a network. Some kind of network. She tries to get to the internet and gets 404s but there's video and text. Fuck. She's still sporting bruises from her world record attempt at rolling down a mountain so she's not sure she wants to see what she looks like. She gives it a try and sees that she looks as awful as she feels and shuts that quick. There's text, though. )

Anyone wanna tell me why I get 404s looking for CNN but I can mass text like my grandma?

Hannibal Lecter | Hannibal

[curiousdesign]

Explore the City - Hospital

Creature comforts was an odd saying and one which Hannibal found himself mulling over. He was such a creature that enjoyed a great many comforts, be it a fine wine or well-tailored suit. There were no simple luxuries here of that kind which meant he would have need to find comfort elsewhere. That was a shame but he was not one to wallow in self-pity nor did he lack industriousness to satisfy himself.

At the moment he was inspecting a first-aid kit in the lackluster hospital. Besides being a comfort-seeker he was also a creature of habit, and that meant the hospital was easy for him to gravitate towards. It really was not so much about him having been a surgeon. It was more that hospitals were an easy place to find supplies and weapons which might otherwise have been overlooked by others. Besides that, if he were to make himself blend in with the others here it would make sense to offer his services as a healer.

Hannibal tidied the medical kit, rolling up gauze neatly and inspecting the various compounds for leaks. There were unfortunately no scalpels to be found. It was then he heard a noise outside which sounded as if someone or something was coming nearer to the room he was in. He looked over his shoulder to watch the doorway. "No need to be shy," he offered in his soft European accent. "Come say hello." Hopefully whoever it was would not be alarmed by his long-sleeved gray shirt being drenched in blood.

Can you hear me now? - Video

[Hannibal is smiling subtly, amused. He realizes quickly that it's a video call and his brows furrow in a micro-expression suggesting curiosity.]

"In the middle of the journey of our life I came to myself within a dark wood where the straight way was lost. Ah, how hard a thing it is to tell..."

May I assume this is reaching someone and that I do not tread the dark wood alone?

Hospital~

[beholding_archivist]

Despite, for the most part, having ceased to work at the hospital itself, Jon still keeps up his habit of providing certain pieces of supplies for Billy and the others to use. Hearing sounds from the storage room of course makes him suspect Billy at first, but that voice- That isn’t someone he is familiar with.

Narrowing his eyes and expression turning stern, the Archivist approaches the room and pointedly steps into the doorway: Just a short, bespectacled man with a messenger bag around his shoulders and an array of scars on display.

“Can I help you?” He asks with a mild scowl.