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◣ TEST DRIVE 002 ◢


TEST DRIVE MEME 002 ❀
CONTENT WARNINGS: potential character nudity, violence, trypophobia (images) as well as light mentions of gore.

Please note: FOR THE FIRST 24 HOURS AFTER 'HATCHING', CHARACTERS WILL FEEL WEAK AND ANY POWERS THEY HAVE WILL NOT WORK.

Test drive meme threads can be considered game canon for players who are later accepted and wish to keep their CR. The Quago prompt will be a TDM-exclusive. Existing players are welcome to use the prompts for their in-game logs, but it will not be repeated as part of the hatching. The other prompts that you see here will also appear on our July hatching log. There will, of course, be more going on that week, including the wrap-up for our June event.

Please reserve questions about altering or meaningfully investigating the setting for the first log of the game, where we will have a Mod Questions thread at the top of the log. That thread will not be present on this test drive meme.

❀ HATCHING


This time, the Adamant's survivors are ready. When the Hatchlings arrive, they are no longer held at gunpoint or the tip of a spear. They are helped up, taken to the showers, given time to clean themselves.

They are still quarantined for a few days — albeit in a more comfortable setting. An area of the Theatre has been set up with emergency bunking and privacy screens. Each bunk has a small bundle of amenities on it — a change of clothing (that may be too big or too small, too fine or too plain, feel free to swap!) and what precious else can be spared, including a small tube of protein paste. Given that the theater doubles as a childcare center for the basecamp, your character may find that any toddler-aged children will stare hungrily at these tubes!

Ensign Ashley Porter flits about this emergency station at all hours, chatting amicably at people. Explaining the situation. He's reasonably certain it's his fault — the entire 'hatching' process seemed to start after he tripped one day and fell into the Central Chrysalis. This disturbance must have triggered the process of pulling in people from other universes. He's terribly sorry and will say he understands if people want to be angry at him or hate him for it. He also makes mention of the fact that some people have found personal items if they return to the Chrysalis — in eggs, like the ones they woke up in.

The Hatchlings are given a few days to acclimate, and then they are expected to contribute to the duties around camp. The day-to-day life in Basecamp Leviathan is not glamorous. Repairs are always needing to be done, food is always needing to be made, dishes always needing to be washed. Anyone with specialized skills will probably be snapped up by a division before too long!

A few notes:
☆ Your character will at some point be pulled aside and asked about where they're from, what year, any personal information they wish to share, etc. This is no longer described as an 'interrogation' as with the first set of Hatchlings. It's now more of a chat. Captain Childe has deferred this duty to her various underlings, and she will likely not make an appearance here unless a Hatchling says or does something very interesting or meaningful.

☆ The NPCs will be as forthcoming about how the Hatchlings have arrived and what they know about the Chrysalis as possible. Unfortunately to both, the answer is 'not much'. They will still try to be transparent about this.

❀ EXPLORE THE BASECAMP

The Engineering Corps is always looking for new members who can contribute to some of its long term infrastructure solutions. The head of this department, Thorkil, is a large man with a booming voice who brews moonshine on the side and is the sort of bright, cheerful soul that can light up a room when he enters it. He is friendly with all the Hatchlings unless given a reason to be otherwise, and he is also very patient, gentle and understanding. If your character has demonstrated engineering skills of any coat or color (mechanical? electrical? outdated by hundreds of years? more advanced by a millennium?) please expect that Thorkil will ask if they'd be willing to help out!

The Security Division is headed up by a rather unpleasant man named Rémi. He neither wants nor, in his opinion, needs the help of the Hatchlings, but he's perfectly willing to let them risk their lives instead of the lives of his people where leaving the basecamp is concerned. Little wonder, most of his division has been chewed up and spit out by the harsh conditions on Ethyraia — can one blame him for being a little protective? If anyone asks about helping here, he's going to respond scornfully and dismissively. However, some of the Hatchlings have earned enough of his goodwill that he will consider, consider letting people have a weapon from Security's stores if they're leaving the Basecamp. (Carrying of non-Hatchling weapons is forbidden within the basecamp itself, so please be mindful!)

The Theatre is another venue that one could help out with — there are stories to be told! The current production is a classic, She Kills Monsters by Qui Nguyen. However, after performing this for the thessyx at the talent show, the theater department is moving onto their next show — Procyonate, for which there are many props to build. As the only truly fortified building in the Basecamp, the theatre doubles as a place to care for children (most of the 'young' survivors are between 13-19 now, but babies have been born to the survivors since their crash-landing!) there is also a need for anyone who excels with toddler care. They are also looking for anyone who can sing, write music, or play instruments. Such people will be hastily recruited and put to work!

The Aid Station is being run by a very harried woman named Sunya Hyacinth, who fits the description of 'overworked and underpaid' to a T. She doesn't have time to reach out to any recruits, but if you wander into the Aid Station you might find yourself being put to work. Just be careful — if she decides you have higher accreditation than she does, she might just decide to dump her practice on your lap for a week so she can go take a vacation! Standard injuries you may see include acid burns, broken bones, and bad cuts and gashes out of the engineering department who's hard at work repairing the sink holes around the base. Some of the 'ill' being treated will also have psychological effects. PTSD is common, and there are no officially 'trained' counsellors, just people who try to listen and help.

The Sanitation Department handles a lot of the day-to-day cleaning that involves sewage, garbage, et al. After all, it's a dirty job, but someone has to do it! Not only will they take just about anyone, but if they warm up to you they'll let you in on a little secret... they've totally started an underground green house where they're growing some interesting plants...

(pot, it's pot).

The Communications Department is headed up by the AI Cartagena, and helps with disseminating useful information to the population, as well as managing the intranet and its infrastructure. Cartagena will be quick to point out (cheerfully) that they don't get days off and would love for someone else to make announcements once in a while! A small group of the communications department is also hard at work on a distress signal, persevering in the belief that someone will come looking for the wayward Adamant.

The Agriculture department could always use a few new green thumbs around their little hydroponic garden units, and of course the Mess Hall is in dire need of someone who can make ten pounds of questionable protein paste taste palpable...

Otherwise, the daily grind in Ethyraia seems to be fairly... well, grind-y. People wake early to manage their chores in the early hours, everyone breaks during the hot hours of the afternoon to nap or lounge around, sometimes they take in the daily movie at the Theatre, and then it's back to work for the afternoon shift. People generally work from 7 AM to 11 AM, and then have between 11 AM and 3 PM 'off' (with the exception of anyone on KP duty) and then work again until 11 PM. Exceptions are: each person's designated 'days off', or recovery time from injuries/etc. Ideally, the Adamant's survivors will work 4 days and has 3 off in a week, but oftentimes this is cancelled due to need.

While it's not mandatory that the Hatchlings work, those that don't 'pull their weight' so to speak will find themselves being increasingly shunned by the community, and the quality of their rations and their overall care will decrease. There isn't enough to go around on the best days, much less when someone isn't contributing at all!

What goes on at the base for me to engage with?:
You are free to invent NPCs to have (minor) antagonistic clashes with, or who can flag down your character to assist with something, or who you can have to help 'rescue' on a mission outside the Leviathan. We want to give players as much freedom as we can within the structure of the game, and we would rather people not feel limited.

What else can I do?:
There is no one keeping your character physically at the Basecamp! If they would like to leave and go exploring on their own, that is perfectly welcome. For the sake of the TDM, we would ask that anyone choosing this option refrain from asking us any in-depth questions — we will happily collaborate with people once they're in the game.

A few additional notes:
☆ If your character leaves the basecamp and wanders outside the Leviathan, they may begin to notice that what they perhaps took as a giant cave is actually an enormous dragon. Everything they see that seems 'human made' will look varying levels of worn down, patched, repaired and patched again. This is not a place of prosperity and happiness. Many people are recently injured, or have new scars or missing limbs.

☆ While mods will not be facilitating exploration beyond the basecamp at this time, characters are welcome to take on any number of missions, such as rescuing civilians, gathering supplies or travelling to the furthest 'mapped out' areas to try and chart the lands. If you would like to use any of these prompts or can think of anything else you'd like to do, feel free! If you app into the game and would like to use any of these threads as 'canon', please just let us know so we can include or incorporate any details into our overall worldbuilding! (Or work with you to tweak some details to suit!)

☆ If you think your character wouldn't be interested in helping or pitching in, that's fine! However, please be aware of the consequences that will follow — a decrease in NPC esteem, support, etc. The NPCs understand that the Hatchlings didn't ask to be here, but they simply do not have the resources or manpower to accommodate for anyone who doesn't want to work or assist in engaging with local infrastructure. Your character will not be ICly ousted from the basecamp, but they will experience a poorer quality of food and little social engagement from the NPCs. Even Captain Childe picks up a trenching tool with the best of them!

❀ THE QUAGO

One day, a patrol team brings back a small potted plant in a containment jar. It seems rather innocuous at first, and one of the more science-minded survivors sets it aside to study it. Unfortunately for the intrepid habitants of the Basecamp Leviathan, this was the equivalent of cradle robbing! This plant is the young form of a creature known as a Quago, which is a large, semi-sentient creature with myriad tendrils and no fixed roots. It's something of a flora/fauna hybrid, and it's here for its baby!

This creature releases spores into Basecamp that, for the most part, will put people to sleep. However, some people have... different reactions. It can also cause: hallucinations, itchy rashes, feelings of thirst, lightheadedness and, perhaps counter-intuitively, insomnia. The hallucinations can range from 'acid trip' to 'that dream I once had about riding Falcor'. Not everyone will be affected — some people might have natural immunity from this strange creature.

Concern around the basecamp run high: are the conditions caused by something in the food? Is this a new Ethyraia-native illness? None of those infected seem to improve on their own. The Agricultural department is particularly on high alert until, after two days, someone notices that those that are affected can be roused by... chocolate?

Vidar and Cal Kestis, in the month prior, found a box of rare rations aboard the wreck of the Adamant. They brought this box back and opted to share it among the Survivors, and one of the items happened to be hot chocolate powder. A little sprinkle of it under the tongue of anyone sleeping, hallucinating or otherwise experiencing symptoms of the spores will find themselves returned to normalcy in a handful of minutes.

(They could also drink hot chocolate, but where's the fun in that?)

The Quago will come into the basecamp, steal its plant child and flee back to nature. It will not harm or attack anyone, but the effects of its spores will linger for one week. Those sleeping will seem almost to be in a state of suspended animation, and do not need to be tended.

Can my character fight the Quaggo? How big is it? What does it look like?
Your character will likely not notice the Quaggo unless they are one of the very rare people immune to its effects. It is not hostile or violent, and killing it will not cure the symptoms of those affected. Could you kill it? Yes, but then you'd have to live with the guilt!

It is approximately the size of a VW minibus (minibus for scale!) though perhaps a little taller. It is mostly a tangled nimbus of vines and bracken around a central 'nucleus'. Imagine a giant, sci-fi tumbleweed with a disturbing amount of sentience.

Can my character experience more than one effect of it throughout these three days?
Yes! You are free to mix and match the symptoms as you desire. Feel free to be creative! Your character could be an itchy insomniac, or hallucinate Spongebob LARP while being very thirsty... or any other combo you can imagine!

FETCH QUEST

Once characters realize that it's chocolate that makes the difference, a singular prospect looms. There is nothing native to Ethyraia that produces chocolate — so the only hope is to travel back to the Adamant and search through its wreckage for another such box.

Luckily, Cal and Vidar have already done a great deal of work! They've cleared a previously blocked-off area of the wreck, and the route to an old storage area of the Adamant is now traversable. Any character cogent enough or immune to the spores will be able to make the trip. However, given the scorching heat and the intermittent acid rain, we would ask that a 'baseline' character (ie: someone without super speed or a vehicle/pet of some sort they arrived with from home) take roughly 2-3 days to make this round trip.

There's a possibility there could be more luxury items such as chocolate undisturbed in the Adamant for the past three years. For those who make the trip, feel free to find one small luxury item that your character can hold onto in addition to the other goods they bring back for the basecamp as a whole.

The wreckage of the Adamant is empty and overgrown. Most of the bodies have been moved out of the crash in the interest of burying them properly, but there are some that were caught in areas that were simply unreachable or unstable, so the ship is rank with death. Any of the plants listed in our herbiary may be found inside the wreckage, and players may engage with any of their myriad effects (or, if you're an existing player, feel free to add more!). There is no internal power to the Adamant, so even the emergency lighting on the floors will be out.

Can my character make a side-trip while at the Adamant crash site?
At this time we will not be facilitating further in-depth exploration prompts of the Adamant.


❀ NETWORK

Oh! Look! There are more of you.

YOU may refer to
(1) Hatchlings;
(2) Children of the Leviathan,
depending on your cultural and religious background.

Hello and welcome! My name is Cartagena. As you will be responsible for one another's, and the former crew and passengers of the Adamant's, survival, it is in our best interests to get to know one another.

I have prepared some questions:

If you could be anywhere else right now, where would you go, what would you bring with you, and why?



Oh. Oh dear. That one isn't really ideal, is it? Just a moment. I will find a better one.

If you won the lottery*, what would you do with the money?

*LOTTERY may refer to a means of raising money by selling numbered tickets and giving prizes to the holders of numbers drawn at random.


A few notes:
☆ Characters may choose their own network usernames.


misakaimouto: (04)

[personal profile] misakaimouto 2021-07-04 04:14 pm (UTC)(link)
'Misaka is not under any sort of punishment,' Misaka explains. 'It is easiest to give context to what Misaka is seeing and feeling over the network like this,' Misaka tacks on to her explanation while wagging a finger.

[It could be both.

But it's not. Context is important for common memories, and she doesn't want any confusion to happen because she didn't explain properly.

That, and it's simply second nature at this point.
]
underworlds: (Default)

[personal profile] underworlds 2021-07-04 04:28 pm (UTC)(link)
Well, my apologies, majesty.

does he believe her? not a whit. should he, mayhap? hell, that remains to be seen. it ain't as though he's given proper deference to a damn thing he's ever met. not gods, not kings, not the great and terrible fae. he's always been a reckless one, nero.

You can use 'em, just don't tug too hard. Humans wouldn't like being lead around by the nose so much, yeah? Sko' here, he's a hard, earnest worker. You just gotta ask him real nice. See — he leans forward so he can take the reins just past her hand, lays them against the horse's neck to angle him a bit to the left, and then a soft cluck of sound and the horse sets out in that direction. nero lets the reins fall again and settles back, patting the horse's rump as he goes.
skagzz: (pic#15000575)

[personal profile] skagzz 2021-07-04 04:42 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Tina hasn't had many opportunities to be gentle in her, er, colorful little life. Nero's delicate touch eliciting such a precise reaction might as well be magic.

Still, she's absorbing Nero's guidance, adjusting her hands and the amount she's pulling. She pretends she's the one guiding the horse and gets a pure child's thrill.

No one's been this patient with her since Roland. She cannot handle thinking about that for very long at all.
]

Boo, you speak pony? That is tiiiiiight. Can you teach me? Or is that like, bit by a radioactive spider powers?
unfastens: (lost in a world)

[personal profile] unfastens 2021-07-05 02:28 am (UTC)(link)
[ that's as good a confirmation as any. He looks neither relieved nor alarmed - just stoic, wary, clearly not sure how to take the presence of Stand users outside himself and Trish here. Back home, they'd all been gangsters and thus eventual enemies. Josuke is obviously not a gangster (or... well, not one in the Italian mafia, anyway) and his lack of dismay at Bruno's ability suggests he's not concerned about any fights breaking out, either, so for the time being, Bruno decides he's not someone he needs to be worried about. The zipper vanishes from his face as he nods, though he follows it with a look of belated consideration. Oh... yeah, he could have just done that. ]

... The method doesn't matter, [ he declares after a moment, letting his arms fall back at his sides. ] Just the result. Unlike you, I wasn't expecting to see anyone else with this power.

[ he won't out Trish, but there really aren't any other Stand users here!! ]

Where did you come from?
figlia_morbida: ([times like these])

[personal profile] figlia_morbida 2021-07-05 05:07 am (UTC)(link)
[That one meme is applicable here. You know the one. What are you fucking talking about?!

Trish blinks, slow, and decides on if she wants to address any of this or simply leave. She's had her fill of nonsense, and now she's feeling a little dumb because Misaka's monologue wasn't a monologue at all, making their quasi-argument that much more convoluted and stupid.

God.
]

...What's the point of talking in the third person constantly?

[Possibly forever?!? That sucks immensely. This girl is either determined, or unfortunate, or both.]
misakaimouto: (035)

[personal profile] misakaimouto 2021-07-05 05:13 am (UTC)(link)
[10032 adjusts the goggles on her head slightly.]

'It is for clarification purposes. It gives context through the Network as to what Misaka is seeing and saying,' Misaka explains.

[Which... isn't really a great explanation, but it is one none the less. At the very least, she does catch on after a moment, and continues.]

`Are you from Academy City?' Misaka questions to try and gauge what a proper explanation would entail.
figlia_morbida: ([sugar man])

[personal profile] figlia_morbida 2021-07-05 05:39 am (UTC)(link)
[Trish sighs.

Okay, this one's a hatchling. That explains a lot, actually. Good explanation, 10032.
]

I'm from Calabria, Italy. I'm going to assume that doesn't exist in your world just like your city doesn't exist in mine.

[Which is a wild concept to just accept at this point, but there's no choice but to do so.]
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[personal profile] misakaimouto 2021-07-05 05:55 am (UTC)(link)
`Misaka knows of the geographical location you speak,' Misaka responds with a shake of her head.

[However, for her to not know of Academy City... Well, it is supposedly famous due to the espers, but it wouldn't be unheard of for someone to not know of it either.]

'Academy City boasts technological advancements anywhere from 30-50 years ahead of the rest of the world, with a population of 2.3 million. Most who live there are students, however.' Misaka explains her home might very well exist within yours.
figlia_morbida: ([say that])

[personal profile] figlia_morbida 2021-07-05 06:07 am (UTC)(link)
[Ugh, that would be awful? Life's complicated enough without a high tech city looming on the horizon.

Trish hums, because it's not entirely impossible then. However:
]

Well, I have met several people from Earth. But we might not exist concurrently. Just for example, it was June 2001 where I'm from.

[She gestures vaguely.]

And for someone else, it was 2018.
misakaimouto: (029)

[personal profile] misakaimouto 2021-07-05 07:15 am (UTC)(link)
'Misaka is much farther along than you, in that case.'

[How strange. But if that's the case, then maybe it's different versions of the same earth. There was the multiverse theory, after all.]

'Regardless, Misaka speaks like this to help give context to the Sister's that may show up, thereby reducing strain upon those here and saving explanations,' Misaka explains the main reason for speaking like this, though truthfully it is mostly habit at this point.
Edited 2021-07-05 07:26 (UTC)
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[personal profile] underworlds 2021-07-05 04:56 pm (UTC)(link)
Nah. Ain't a matter of language. But you spend long enough with another soul, no matter what that soul may be, an' you pick up a thing or two in that time.

sko' may be a great horse, fae-touched and immortal and on fire half the time, but he's still just a horse. he's just had longer than most to learn and grow, and he was smarter than most horses anyway in the beginning. it was why nero chose him.

It's more about observation and payin' mind. Watch the ears. See the way they flick?

skokash has one cocked forward, the other turned back.

When a horse is angry, they'll both be laid back flat. Right now, he's just curious about what we've got going on back here. If they're both ahead, he's alert for something off in the distance. If they sort of twitch in a bunch of different directions but, like, lazy about it, that means he's pretty chill and relaxed. Horses are a prey creature, so they gotta be careful about things like wildcats an' the like.
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[personal profile] skagzz 2021-07-05 05:47 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Tina isn't very good at focused listening, but Nero's voice is patient and calming. Like her parents, back before everything. Like Roland. They knew how to just look at her and know what she was feeling or what she needed.

She suddenly doesn't ever want to leave this horse or this mission. Ever ever ever ever.
]

What's a wildcat?

[ Tina has ditched school no less than six times since arriving here, and even made a definitely-not-explosive-device to facilitate said jail flight at least once -- but without the trappings of other students and tasks on paper, she likes learning. ]
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[personal profile] underworlds 2021-07-05 05:53 pm (UTC)(link)
well, that weren't hardly a question he was expecting. nero is silent a moment, trying to suss out just what he needs to say. then:

Well... you've seen a cat before, yeah? Little creature, four legs, sharp teeth, claws? They purr if they like you, hunt mice and all the rest. Think that, but bigger and meaner.
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[personal profile] skagzz 2021-07-06 03:19 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Tina pictures a skag, an armored dog-like creature that is positively vile, only with cat ears on it. Like, sparkly pink style ones. ]

That would most definitely be a dank ass threat to a sweet horsie.
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Yeah but he's [See Username]

[personal profile] hugeinorlais 2021-07-06 07:11 pm (UTC)(link)
[It's a bit unexpected that she does take his elbow but, hey, Varric is nothing if not a gentleman. If you've heard different, well, why are you talking to pirates and cartel members? Go home kid.

He lets the narration slide, more out of habit than anything resembling conscious choice. He does enough self narrating that he knows what he ought to and ought not know.]


Can't say I ever had an afternoon stroll knee deep in another dragon's guts, but I've certainly seen enough of them with their guts on the outside.

[He shrugs.]

I have a lot of friends with large, sharp swords and...well, wouldn't you know it? They all have a penchant for pissing off flying lizards. Bad luck, right?
misakaimouto: (037)

hmmmmmmmmmm

[personal profile] misakaimouto 2021-07-06 07:17 pm (UTC)(link)
'It seems to be exceedingly bad luck,' Misaka agrees with your analysis that angering large flying reptiles is not very lucky at all.

[And also: She does feel bad for him, if that's the case.]

'Do people carry swords commonly where you are from?' Misaka questions as she wonders how far back technologically you might be for people to be carrying swords in the first place.
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luke saenz | original

[personal profile] spacedicks 2021-07-06 07:42 pm (UTC)(link)
the thessyx; cw: xenophobia

[ as their new cross-species friends parade into carcass-town with their prize monster-clam, Luke’s refraining from aggression, as requested. Even if barely, fidgeting with the clasp on his gun holster, rolling too-tense shoulders, and eying strangers too closely. Actively welcoming is too big of an ask, but he can keep his mouth shut, so long as he can also keep his gun - one thing a cautious guard takes issue with as Luke’s hand doesn’t seem eager to drift more than a couple inches from his sidearm while the procession drifts by. Security Bro's anxiety is doing absolutely nothing to ease Luke's chill right now, so let's just address that head-on. ]

Last aliens I met - we didn’t get along.

[ they killed his grandma and, like, half of human life as he knew it. Luke took it kind of personal, and hasn’t felt the motivation to get over it as of yet. He leans to the side, whispering like it’s some giddy secret he’s sharing. ] So unless you want a quick and messy new hole in your rad Batman belt there, get your beady creeper stare off my firearm, friend.

[ the guard glares (thumbs hooking self-consciously into the utility belt in question), little appreciation for the tone, but understands the tenants of deescalation. He’s allowed to keep the gun, though the guard’s settling himself here to supervise. Fine enough - Luke turns his attention back to the aliens gliding about in front of him, flashing a weakly-forced, insincere smirk. ]

Sup, Nemo.

[ does ‘no fish jokes’ count if the fish people won’t get it? ]

the quago; cw: mention of drugs

Why’d you wake me?

[ luke grumbles, lifting his head from the desk in the agriculture lab, a sheet of paper stuck to his cheek. Gardening isn’t his chief skill, but after seeing the weed selection, luke’s devoted himself to building a more efficient hydroponics rig for the modest growers. That’d be the schematics he’s working on currently adhered to his cheek with a bit of drool. Nice nap, bud? ]

Haven’t slept that good since before the space dicks touched down. You remember Churros? [ the doughy, cinnamon-sugar sticks, you know the ones. ] That kinda good.

[ some of the few things that make luke miss society - churros vendors. Alas. blinking away the sleep, he snatches the sheet from his face, and glances around the lab, noticing something missing - his latest conversation partner. ]

Where’s Tentacle Baby? [ the little potted thing Tentacle Mama just stealthed away with, using that lullaby Luke woke from a second ago. Missing small and seemingly defenseless things is the one of the prime sources of Luke's typical alarm and anxiety, and he half lifts, half falls from his desk to sleepily stumble around, searching for his little alien plant bro. ]

Octoplant? Audrey III?

the network; un: yeahsciencebitch

> If you won the lottery*, what would you do with the money?

fill a kiddie pool with cash and roll around naked in it
use $100 bills for rolling paper
capitalism is dead and currency is meaningless
all hail our new god, PVC


wildcard;

[[ hit me!! ]]
Edited 2021-07-06 20:06 (UTC)
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pɹɐɔpʅᴉʍ

[personal profile] wittingly 2021-07-06 08:30 pm (UTC)(link)
( They're keeping the newly displaced — no, hatchlings is what they're going with here? — in the theater. Ian remembers the upset when he first arrived, the angry and grieving individuals furious about their deceased loved ones' clothes being given away. He doesn't have a lot of time, maybe an hour for lunch, but it's long enough for him to swing by during distribution so he can use his God-Given (literally) power to ease the transition for them. )

Here you go, man...

( He's most of the way through duplicating a shirt when he happens to glance up and see a familiar face. For a full second, he can't believe what he's seeing. It shouldn't be such a shock, he knows people who have come in groups - Nate and his brother, a few obnoxious pairs from the network, but in all the months he spent in New Amsterdam he never saw a face from home. He sure as hell wasn't expecting one here.

The guy he's passing the shirt off to looks confused by Ian's sudden distraction, and he foists it over without a second glance, too busy striding away toward him.
)

Luke?

( Called out raspy and disbelieving over the din of chatter around them.

Yeah man he's going straight forth in for a hug that might seem excessive or disproportionate to Luke depending on how long Ian's been gone in his timeline, or if he's been gone at all.
)
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around basecamp

[personal profile] spacedicks 2021-07-06 08:45 pm (UTC)(link)
I'd be too is someone set my hair on fire.

[ luke answers in a thoughtful mutter. yeah, it's weird. alien invasion is a little weirder, and being birthed out of a dead dragon egg on whothefuckknowswhere planet beats both squarely. not for the first time in the last several days, luke wonders if he's not actually blazed out of his mind and hallucinating all this.

the net is a decent distraction, though brings up another point of confusion when Luke plops himself down on the other side of it to help, figuring the action to be enough of an answer. ]


What alien-fish you hoping to herd into this, partner?

[ the 'partner' pronounced more like 'pardner', and not exactly clear if it's meant facetiously or otherwise. ]
Edited 2021-07-06 20:45 (UTC)
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[personal profile] spacedicks 2021-07-06 09:04 pm (UTC)(link)
[ before the invasion, luke was all about hugs and physical affection. in the couple years after, this would've been a great way to get shot. once settling into the crater lake camp, with family and friends safe, he'd chilled a little. hugs were commonplace with others at the camp, especially his kids, Ian and Christian. it's a jump at first, luke tensing under the arms going around his shoulders, but he quickly knows his best bud when stuffed nose-first into his machine grease smelling shoulder. ]

Dude!

[ tense goes to ecstatic rapidly, and if they were in more familiar company, he might've leapt up into the man's arms, a la jake peralta. instead, he grips ian's jacket and gives him an excited, side to side jostling. this is relief, this is anxiety level going from defcon 1 down to about 4. still a state of nuclear readiness, but a more manageable one. ]

Holy shit, man, you mind giving a heads-up next time we're taking a field trip around the galaxy, Ms. Frizzle?

[ he doesn't actually think ian's behind any of this, that's luke's way of saying 'what the fuck is this shit, my guy', assuming Ian has a better idea than he does currently. ]
wittingly: (Wᴏɴ'ᴛ ʏᴏᴜ ʟᴏᴏᴋ ᴀᴛ ᴡʜᴇʀᴇ ᴡᴇ'ᴠᴇ ɢᴏɴᴇ)

[personal profile] wittingly 2021-07-06 09:18 pm (UTC)(link)
( Normal Manly Men would probably have ended it after like two seconds with those testosterone-affirming back slaps. Ian has zero toxic masculinity, so Luke gets a nice long squeeze before he lets go. Even after he doesn't back out too far, still in forearm-gripping range. Tactile as ever, despite a long stint in a place where touching was super invasive.

He huffs out a laugh that's more sound than sincerity, clearly still processing.
)

I'll try to text you next time.

( Ahaha like texting existed there. The tiny little joke doesn't linger for long, he bounces right on back to that chill-enthusiasm. )

Oh my god, man, I can't believe you're here. That's... that's great.

( Not only because Ian's glad to see him, but also because they're not inevitably doomed to die within the next five or so years, tops.

And then one second later, his mind goes to Luke's siblings, and the enthusiasm dampens a little.
)
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[personal profile] spacedicks 2021-07-06 10:11 pm (UTC)(link)
[ while luke gets how some dudes can be insecure over their masculinity (the military sure was An Experience), it's not much of an issue these days. a bad habit as a teenager (back when he was ready to fight anything that breathed at him wrong), but his grandmother worked that out of him quick (as did playing tea party and dress up with two preteen girls). now, it takes a wealth of provoking to get Luke puffing up with machismo, but that's never been an issue with this friend. camp had it's ridiculous days, some he'd climbed on ian's back and demanded being carried through the camp before (hi-ho silver, away, to the weed patch, hyah), so lingering, affection filled hugs are fairly base level. besides, this is basically reuniting with family.

an unmasked nose-wrinkling at the word 'great', but luke shrugs, giving ian's bearded cheek an affectionate (only slightly patronizing) pat. ]


I wouldn't call alien egg rebirth great, but seeing your furry yeti face does give enough warm-fuzzies to boost it from Completely Fucked.

[ the unease catches back up at the same time the realization hits Ian, Luke's shoulders slumping, curling in, new worry lines forming on his brow as the nonchalant smirk fades. he coughs, clearing the tightness in his throat, and glances aside. if ian's this thrilled just to see luke, then... ]

So, my kids? [ the more vulnerable his questions get, the less words they contain. ] Cara's not glued to your ass, so guessing that's a no.

[ Cara being one of the twins, the one that's had a precious (obnoxious) little adolescent crush on Ian for as long as they've known him. Lana, the youngest and sweetest, of course imprinted on Christian. Sorry, Ian, you got the less cute barnacle. ]
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[personal profile] casaposa 2021-07-06 11:01 pm (UTC)(link)
[Oh okay.

A part of him feels like this is an elaborate ruse to screw with him, but he doesn't have the energy to analyze this apathetic girl's game. He's got better things to do and-

Again, it's just a kid.
]

Then how do you feel about offering your aid in some reconstruction efforts?
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[personal profile] misakaimouto 2021-07-06 11:04 pm (UTC)(link)
'Misaka would willingly lend her aid to the reconstruction efforts,' Misaka announces vigorously that she is willing to do whatever needs to be done to ease the burden of her presence in this place.

['Vigorously' is an overstatement. She doesn't get any louder, but she does clench her fist in something like excitement. The more she helps, the easier the lives of the people who live here will be. Not only that, but-]

'There is no such thing as a free meal,' Misaka adds on with an enthusiastic nod as she believes that we should all do our part to make everyone's lives easier here.
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[personal profile] casaposa 2021-07-06 11:21 pm (UTC)(link)
[She's a weird one-there's no question about that. It's undeniable.

That earnest need to help though-it's that part that endears him to her a little. She's not passing through to cause trouble and seems she's taking this seriously, despite how she's talking.
]

Alright, then come help me and you'll earn a meal or two.

[He doesn't plan on working her to the bone. Doesn't plan on asking her to help with much at all, honestly, but she's brimming with a need to help and he could use someone to hold a nail.]

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