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TDM 001


TEST DRIVE MEME 001 ❀
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 rescue mission prompt will be a TDM-exclusive, but the other prompts that you see here will also appear on our first game log. There will, of course, be more going on that week.

Please reserve questions about consequences for 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. On this test drive meme, please reserve this thread for clarification and setting questions.

On the first day of reserves (May 10th), only players who participate in the TDM will be allowed to reserve. You must link an AC-length thread from the TDM for early access. Starting on the 11th, any prospective player may submit a reserve. Our hope is that this will avoid overwhelming our reserves.

❀ HATCHING


Congrats, you've woken up in an egg. I'm sure this is exactly how you wanted to spend your Saturday, right? There's no time to get curious and check out the other egg sacs. By the time you've fought your way out of the membranous sac, spilled electric blue goop everywhere, wiped it out of your eyes and sundry other orifices to get your bearings, you have a spear (or a gun) leveled at your face, throat, or other vital organs. Even if you might be inclined to fight, you can barely lift your arms to protest being grabbed and dragged off. Before you can even get a word in edgewise, you've been thrown into a holding cell.

Characters will not have a chance to retrieve their items at the time of the first hatching, and may not even know there is anything left in the remaining eggs.

The holding cell stinks of something sour and acidic, like rotted citrus, but you are not alone. Several other detainees sit in similar squalid confusion, dressed strangely and equally gooey. Time to make nice, ask questions... figure out what the hell is going on, and maybe do something about all that slime?

Over the next few days, a few things become clear. Despite the alien greeting, your captors speak a language that you understand, and the unpleasant circumstances are revealed to be a matter of necessity, not choice. Supplies are low, but they ensure that the new arrivals' time imprisoned is as painless as can be — they offer hot communal showers of less than three minutes, some strange starchy meal-replacement, and medical treatment to those in need. You might strike up a conversation with your new best friend in the shower over a low soap dispenser or when you realize you might need to share towels.

The cost of these luxuries comes in the form of touch-and-go interrogation by the security officers keeping tabs on the cells and supervising the shower time.

A few notes:
☆ Your character may get pulled away for interrogation at some point. No torture, no drugs; just questioning.

☆ Locals will be stopping by outside the freestanding holding cells to ogle or ask questions. Are you really going to be mean to that little kid staring at you with wide eyes?

☆ Characters will be let out for bio breaks. No one has to pee in a bucket, that's just inhumane!

☆ Attempts to escape will probably get you tasered. The mods will not facilitate escape-plots/etc on test drive memes. However: if you app and are accepted you are more than welcome to chat with us about the possibility of having escaped or attempted it.

❀ EXPLORE THE BASECAMP

On the heels of a little benign interrogation, a medical inspection, and a stern talking to by Captain Childe, the survivors at Basecamp Leviathan determine one thing: you don't appear to be an active threat.

Released from the detention center after three days, you are given the run-down by the locals — you're on a planet called Ethyraia, and the people around you are survivors of the catastrophic crash of the UCSS Adamant several years prior. You, in fact, showed up on the third anniversary of the crash. Weird coincidence, huh?

You're being allowed to mingle with the others. The first order of the day is having a proper meal at the mess hall — some of the Adamant's survivors will be friendlier than others. They've been stranded here for years, remember? Some of them will be so desperate to talk to someone who has news of other places, and some will be giving you the cold shoulder.

You'll be fed the same as the rest of them. A plastic plate of crumbled protein of unidentifiable origin and gravy over rice with a single wilted stalk of broccoli and a cup of the worst coffee you've ever had. Maybe somebody bumps into you and spills said coffee, maybe you make it all the way to one of the long tables set out for communal eating.

Time to strike up a chat with your neighbor — maybe ask them to pass the salt?

(What do you mean, there's no salt!?)

After a meal — it's hard to say which one you'd call it, since the whole crew is on rotating schedules — you may decide to wander the basecamp. Folks in every department could use a hand. Those willing to help out may get friendlier reception than those who play the tourist. For more info on what else you might find, check out the LOCATIONS page.

During this time, characters will be able to return to the Central Chrysalis where they hatched. While there are no clues as to how they got there, they might find items — their own, or someone else's. Everyone is strapped for supplies, but try not to snatch up anything that isn't yours. The security officers don't look kindly on people chasing one other down the hall, trying to get back their dirty magazines.

A few notes:
☆ Feel free to help out anywhere. Every little bit of assistance you offer to the locals will raise their estimation of you. You could easily help clean dishes after the meal, help fix leaky piping or repair hammocks. You could stop by the aid station and assist with the wounded. You'll be watched closely and some of the survivors will be warier than others, but most will appreciate the opportunity to have a 'break'.

☆ 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.

☆ PCs will be warned about going beyond the shade of the dragon's wings. For the sake of the test drive mods will not be facilitating plots that deal with characters going further; we ask that players with an interest in exploring this wait until the game is fully open.

❀ RESCUE MISSION

"There's no time to waste," the woman says breathlessly as she grabs your arm. She pulls you to an augmented reality sand table and you will find yourself standing alongside some of the others you may recognize as having 'hatched' with you. There are murmurs by the Adamant's survivors as they pour over data. Maybe you remember Captain Childe from the stern interrogation she gave you a few days ago, but in any case but she's standing at the edge of the sand table looking at the distance scaled between the enormous huddle of HUD badges — the Adamant's survivors — and a tiny pocket of pulsing green some fifteen kilometers away.

"They knew better," Captain Childe says, rubbing at the bridge of her nose. "They should have been back hours ago."

"Fucking scientists," says a man with a faintly French accent. He is scarred and battle-worn, and looks properly pissed off. He's also sporting several fresh injuries, one of which seems to have warranted the use of a crutch. "They'd lose their heads if they weren't attached. Let them wait out the storm."

"No," the captain says. "They're too close to the Rat Nest. We don't need a repeat of —" she trails off, as if seeing you for the first time. She looks you up and down, and then: "You've been told by now that everyone here has to pitch in. If you know how to fight, be ready in ten minutes. You're our rescue squad." She turns and walks out, and there's an awkward moment where everyone present is looking at you to make a choice.

Ten minutes really isn't a lot of time to get ready to walk into danger. Or maybe you aren't a fighter. Maybe you just don't care. But either way, there are people looking to you. To see how you'll react. To see what you'll do. To see if you belong.

What'll it be, hatchling? Fight or flight? Maybe you ought to start coming up with a plan.

FIELD WORK

There's a cadre of scientists cut off by acid rain. From their last transmission, they were driven into the Rat Warrens — and you've been tasked with rescuing them. Too many members of the Security Team are themselves injured, and none of the remaining ones have experience leading a fire team. Let's hope you do — or at least that you can fake it.

Maybe you've hand-picked your team. Maybe you're just stuck with whoever else was closest. Either way, your companions are some of the people you might recognize as fellow 'hatchlings'. If you know them already — good, you've got a head start on what they might be capable of out in the field, and you can chat about the little things. You know, like the weather. Acid rain, gotta love it.

Either way. You're given few small slabs of surprisingly lightweight alloy that has a sheet of — is that hide from the Leviathan? — stretched across them, to divide up amongst your team. "Helps with the rain," Ensign Porter says, trying to sound cheerful despite the grim set to his jaw. "Just come back in one piece. I kinda feel responsible for you guys, you know?"

Before you know it, you're outfitted for the trip. Weapons (if you didn't have your own) and maybe some medical supplies, handed over with a grimace by Doc Sunya.

So then it's just you, your tiny team and a fifteen kilometer hike. Oh, and the acid rain. Luckily, the shields seem to be keeping it off, but it's hard to hear anything over the impact of the drops. Anyone want to play I never?

Or maybe you think you should make a break for it. This is your first time being outside the Leviathan unsupervised. You've got supplies, and other people with as little to lose here as you do. Maybe you should talk.

THE RAT WARREN

You've made it to the last transmitted location of the scientists. What you find doesn't bode well — one of them seemed to have an arm torn off — at least, you think it's an arm — the way it's been disintegrated by the rain makes it hard to tell.

One thing's certain, though. There are bloodstains leading into the nearby maw of a hole in the ground. There's a putrid odor wafting from it, and the sound of frantic scrabbling.

You have an idea of what might be down there. 'Giant rats with tentacles', Porter had said. Don't let the tentacles grab you, they leave chemical burns that usually result in amputation if they can't be treated immediately. But there's a chance the scientists are still alive, and you need to make your choice.

If you and your small team venture down into the darkness, what happens next is up to you. You'll be encountering hoards of these monsters. The scientists are still alive, but will they stay that way? And more importantly, can you get them back to the Leviathan in one piece?

PCs versus the local fauna, round one, FIGHT!

A few notes:
☆ Feel free to put player characters 'in charge' of the planning/logistics phase. If another PC tags into your thread, you and that player can decide which PC will be 'leading the charge'.

☆ Your character will have: a mini-railgun, a spear (if they don't have their items/weapons from home), a first-aid kit, the acid rain shields, ration bars (that are essentially condensed protein bars — they do not taste good) and one of the smartwatches, which will have a mini holographic HUD displayable on its interface. If your character is the sort to request other things, feel free to assume they received them (within reason — please remember that resource scarcity is the name of the game — feel free to be creative here!).

☆ There are fifteen kilometers to cover. If your character has an ability like superspeed/etc, please keep in mind it will work, but you also have your allies to consider. Normal walking time over this distance, given the difficulty of the environment (steep hills, acid rain, unknown territory, etc) would translate to several hours to an average person.

☆ Feel free to use the NPC scientists however you'd like. If you want your character to find some dead, you can. If you'd prefer they be rescued, that is also acceptable. These are essentially 'your' NPCs that you are using to facilitate the story at this point — the sky is the metaphoric limit!

❀ BOOZE

A week. You've been here for a week.

By now, you might have tried to venture out of Basecamp Leviathan and experienced firsthand the acid rains that the security officers warned you about. Or you might be teaching the kids at the schoolyard how to gamble. In any event, Thorkil seems to take pity on his disoriented new friends and taps his distillery for a little help.

Invitation passes by word of mouth to meet at the memorial wall. Moonshine of questionable quality is passed around in tin cups — hope no one's afraid of germs — as Thorkil explains the great relief it is to be gaining people instead of losing them. This settlement isn't big, and they aren't overburdened with hope or supplies, but there's been a lot of loss in the past three years. Some people might be willing to look at the arrival of these newcomers as a sign that things are turning around.

Bottoms up, hatchlings, and ... Happy Birthday?

A few notes:
☆ Feel free to turn this into an impromptu party. Maybe you're celebrating getting all the scientists back alive! Maybe it's something like a wake to remember them in the sad event of their passing. Either way, many of the engineers and other NPCs may join you in this moonlight drinking session, as well as whatever PCs you tag out to or are tagged by.)

❀ OBLIGATORY NETWORK


Welcome people of all kinds to Basecamp Leviathan! I'd give you a hand moving in except...

I have no hands.
Because I'm an AI.
Get it?
It's a joke.

My name is Cartagena. But anyway, this isn't about me or the Adamant for once. This is about all of you. So if you would kindly fill out the following questionnaire to get to know each other; it would also be very helpful for my systems.

NOTE: Participation is MANDATORY.

That was another joke. It's all voluntary. You people and your free will.

1. What is your name?
2. Where are you from?
3. What's your favorite smell? Please describe it as you would to a person without a nose. Because I do not have a nose.
4. If you could be any animal in any world, what would you be?
5. How old are you?
6. Did you enjoy this questionnaire?

Thank you for your participation! Please enjoy the rest of your stay here at Basecamp Leviathan.


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[personal profile] usurpurr 2021-05-12 10:01 am (UTC)(link)
[Of course Adora suggests the gym. It's kind of where Catra was counting on going, too.

At least she can still predict some things about Adora, even if she doesn't see the jacket coming -- literally, despite watching in bemusement as Adora shucks it off. She doesn't startle this time, but her ears drop back in confusion - and then embarrassment - when Adora drapes it across her shoulders. There's something uncomfortable stirring in her stomach, an old familiar feeling... and it promptly curdles, turning rotten, with the explanation.

It makes sense that Adora doesn't want the Horde's logo parading around here, and Catra bites down the bitterness as she tugs the jacket closed over her chest.]


I'm not helpless, Adora. [Offense is an old friend, and grousing comes naturally as Catra holds the too-big jacket together from the inside, hiding the symbol splashed across her front. It stinks like egg goo and acid, and Catra's glad for the sharpness of those scents masking over Adora's.] If I wanted something different, I'd find it myself.

[Not that she wants to be stuck in this jumpsuit forever, but she doesn't need Adora going out and requisitioning clothes for her, like Catra's incapable of doing it herself.

Still, she's glad to not have to see the white and black of the jumpsuit from the corner of her narrowed eyes when she turns, tail lashing, to start her exit. She's not going to walk straight through the crowd of people she deliberately and knowingly let down; and neither is she going to acknowledge the shrouds making the fallen. She keeps her eyes straight ahead, only feels her head start to lower in avoidance of acknowledgement once, and when Catra meets the exit: she keeps going, not breaking stride to check Adora's pace. It's not like Catra's running - Adora can keep up without her slowing down.]
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[personal profile] rhapsodical 2021-05-12 12:18 pm (UTC)(link)
[ It's fine...they transform into completely different people with the egg goop washed off.... ]

that's for sure
guess i'll see you around sometime then illumi!


[ But in the meantime....it's round two for those showers!! ]
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[personal profile] swordjock 2021-05-12 01:16 pm (UTC)(link)
[ The offense in Catra's voice somehow manages to catch her off guard, even if it really shouldn't. She wasn't offering to help cover up the symbol purely because of her own discomfort; once Adora decided she was done with the Horde, the last thing she wanted to do was parade around with their mark on her, even if it meant having half a dozen near-identical uniforms made by Bright Moon's tailors. Apparently Catra isn't nearly as bothered by the idea, and maybe Adora should have considered that first, but yet again, she made the mistake of assuming.

Her sigh is equal parts exasperated, and just plain tired. Sure, it's typical Catra, but after the past few years of only seeing each other across the battlefield, she'd almost forgotten what dealing with that on a regular basis felt like. ]


I didn't mean... you know what? Forget it. [ Quietly, under her breath: ] Why is she always like this? Unbelievable.

[ There's at least some comfort in the familiarity of it, and in the fact that Catra does, however begrudgingly, close the jacket over her chest. Maybe she's not as grateful as Adora expected her to be, but she's also not throwing it in her face completely, or shredding the sentimental fabric out of spite. So... baby steps. (Catra's actions have always meant more than her words, something Adora knows better than anyone. She'll take her keeping it as a win.)

Following along behind her, even as Adora's eyes scan the crowd for danger and to nod at the odd familiar face, it's impossible not to catch sight of something attached to the back of Catra's neck, underneath the short-cropped ends of her hair. She tries not to stare too blatantly, just in case Catra turns around and notices what she's doing, but the weight of her gaze is heavy, and she's not exactly subtle about stealing glances during the walk to the gym; desperately trying to figure out a way to ask without actually asking. ]


... I like your hair. [ Is what she comes up with, and she immediately wants to smack herself in the face. It's bad, and she knows it's bad, and the best option would be to just shut the hell up, but Catra's not the only one who can dig her hole even deeper. ] I bet finding a decent brush around here would be pretty hard, so it's, uh, it's very practical. Especially with all the goo.
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[personal profile] neversmall 2021-05-12 01:27 pm (UTC)(link)

[ Nina actually shivers; it isn't feigned. ]

Saints, no. Thankfully. I doubt there would be anyone left if there were. [ She glances up to the spread wings of the dragon, her hands loosely linked in front of her. ] It does make you wonder, though - how something this big died.

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[personal profile] usurpurr 2021-05-12 02:39 pm (UTC)(link)
[She can hear you, Adora. Not that it makes a difference - Catra can't grit her teeth and bristle any more than she already is.

It's kind of, you know, a relief to escape without anyone stopping to accost Adora. Their hero. One of the people who undoubtedly led the charge, diving head-first into the rescue and dragging people out of the firing zone. (Or whatever trouble it was that was happening out there.) If nothing else, at least Catra doesn't have to listen to their gratitude and fawning.

But if a button exists, of course Adora's going to jam her elbow into it; and Catra doesn't have much time at all to be grateful before she's stiffening, her hand tightening in the fabric of Adora's jacket while the other curls in a fist.

She hasn't even had a chance to stop and process it herself, and it feels unfair that Adora gets to just -- like it, when all Catra feels is a welling of acrid loathing, and a burning in her eyes that she breathes sharply to try to dismiss.

To hide from the scrutiny, or to feel the weight, or just to cause the fabric to bunch closer to her nose (to smell something old and familiar underneath the unpleasant muck--), Catra pulls the jacket tighter; pulling the back of the collar firmly up against her neck, until it's pressing fully against her nape. She feels exposed, and she hates it.

The path they're walking is empty, and barely lit. The Leviathan doesn't have enough resources to light the whole way, it seems - but Catra has no problems walking in the dark. It makes it easier, in fact, to half-confess stiffly:]
I don't even know how it happened. [No, that's a lie. She knows. She got Hordak'd.] So just shut up, okay? [and let Catra work through the tightness in her throat, the rage burning in her stomach, the anxiety spiking in her chest. She really needs to hit something, or break down. And she's not doing the latter, not here and especially not in front of Adora.] If you have to talk, then tell me whatever Sparkles told you about Prime and his army. I'm not wasting my time doubling up for you.

[That's not saying she's helping Adora out, Catra just wants the topic to be literally Anything Other Than Her. And since she can pretty much guess all the things Queen Concerned-For-Her-Planet would cry home about, Catra can essentially just spend the rest of the walk ignoring Adora. It's win-win.]
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[personal profile] swordjock 2021-05-12 03:56 pm (UTC)(link)
[ In the darkness, Adora's eyes go wide, and she drops her gaze shamefully to her feet, as if just looking at Catra now would be some kind of violation. ]

Oh. Oh. [ There's genuine horror in her voice as the various implications of Catra's words sink in. The how doesn't really matter, only the fact it wasn't her choice, and Adora feels suddenly nauseous with guilt, even if she had no way of knowing. ] ... I'm sorry.

[ She says, whether or not Catra cares to hear it. The silence is deafening, broken only by the sound of her heartbeat pounding in her ears, and the moment Catra gives her a lifeline, an outlet for all her nervous energy, she grabs hold of it with both hands. Still mortified, she keeps her eyes intentionally low; only glancing up periodically to scan for threats or obstacles in their path. ]

... Glimmer didn't tell me anything. Not yet, anyway. We had to stop and refuel, and I wanted to give her some time to recover, because she seemed upset, especially since Bow was still mad about what happened with the Hea... [ does Catra know about that? ] ... what happened before Prime showed up. I figured I'd let them work through their stuff first, then come up with a plan for our next move.

[ The one that started as get back to Etheria with Glimmer, and before Adora even realized it, changed to get back to Etheria with Glimmer and Catra. She already left Catra behind once, and no matter what, exactly, Catra is to her now — she's too important to make that mistake with twice. ]

Actually, the only thing she mentioned was you. That you saved her life... but you were doing it for me. [ If Catra wanted this conversation to be about Not Her, boy did she pick the wrong topic. Last time, Adora left the question of why open ended, and got nothing but biting sarcasm for her trouble. So this time? She'll take the more direct route. ] Is that true? I mean, you have to admit, it sounds kinda crazy. But I— Catra, if he hurt you because of me...

[ Not everything is about you, Adora — but Catra went and made it about her, after years of trying to make her feel worthless, a thousand angry proclamations of just how little Adora meant to her anymore. Of course she'd blame herself for whatever happened after that transmission cut off. Of course she'd try and bear the weight of Catra's actions, as if she's the one responsible for them. ]
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[personal profile] dissemblance 2021-05-12 09:21 pm (UTC)(link)
Maple syrup barons. Very uncomfortable.

she takes a rather obnoxious bite of her slop, and mirrors steve's skeptical scrutiny, one eyebrow faintly raised.

I meant to ask. How would you say this compares? It's not a dame on a plywood set and a vintage baseball game, but I feel like you're old hat at waking up in futures unknown by now.

it might sound callous to anyone that knew steve's story, and didn't know natasha's. but it's what they've fallen into — this i know you can take it camaraderie that serves them so well.
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[personal profile] fossils 2021-05-12 09:28 pm (UTC)(link)
[ He squints and pulls back a few inches.

His amusement fades by a degree at the question though. Pulls in a long breath and glances at Bucky again. ]


Can't complain with the company this time around. [ That much is true, adds the familiar warmth back to his expression. He jerks his head to the side, nudging her with his shoulder and nodding with a sober look. ]

Still feeling a bit left out, though. Everyone went and got new haircuts.

[ He'll know how he feels when he gets the full story. ]
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[personal profile] freightcars 2021-05-12 09:33 pm (UTC)(link)
( Vermont earns a lazy-emphatic gesture aimed at Steve but directed at Natasha, like: see?

He spends a few seconds shaking his head like he's disapproving or disappointed, and shoveling down too-big spoonfuls of goop-casserole. Mouth half full, he offers: )


I could buzz it if you want. Probably do a star if you hold still long enough.

( In other words: message received and promptly ignored. )
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[personal profile] dissemblance 2021-05-12 09:47 pm (UTC)(link)
oh, no. no, this she has to see play out. she, like bucky, is just going to shovel her face as she looks between them. time to entertain, boys.
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[personal profile] vogelfrei 2021-05-12 10:24 pm (UTC)(link)
[ McGillis exhales sharply, sarcastically amused. Yes, convenient sure, let's go with that. A wonderful descriptor for what might have been the most painful event in his life - and that is saying something. ]

Deciding is the prerogative of the living, but I'm afraid the death are not usually capable of heeding their orders.

[ Whatever this is, it isn't quite living. In the long run, that isn't going to stop McGillis from making the best out of it, but for now... He may need a little space to mourn all which was taken from him, the goals he could not achieve. ]
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[personal profile] spalten 2021-05-12 10:30 pm (UTC)(link)
[ rather petulantly, ]

You killed me first.
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[personal profile] vogelfrei 2021-05-12 10:33 pm (UTC)(link)
So?

[ No denial, no remorse. ]

I'm not the one making demands right now.
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[personal profile] spalten 2021-05-12 10:39 pm (UTC)(link)
[ ah. wow.

gaelio reaches for his shoulder and, rather quietly, pushes mcgillis right back without breaking eye contact. he's stronger now and he's got the necessary body strength for it.

.... it seems he's intent on pushing him back into the egg where he belongs. you wanna be a bird so bad - ]
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[personal profile] usurpurr 2021-05-12 10:48 pm (UTC)(link)
[Oh, so Glimmer gets time to recover before she has to tell Adora anything, but Catra has to spill as soon as she sees her?

She's bitter about it, huffing derisively when Adora aborts mentioning the Heart. So that's the bad thing Glimmer was feeling so cut up about? Please. Triggering a superweapon barely even ranks on Catra's list of crimes. At least she didn't want to blow everything up.

And of course Adora's back on this, always choosing the worst time to try to get Catra to talk honestly. She's still in the process of cramming down every emotion and outburst that's clawing to crash out; she's got nothing to spare to soothe Adora's precious guilt complex, even if she cared to.]


I only did it because your friend got in my head! [Not wholly a lie. Catra might have done something eventually anyway, but it would have been too late. It's bold words coming from the person who's almost hiding in Adora's jacket, anyway; gripping it like the universe might decide to turn around and rip it away from her. Her ears flick, down and then to the side; steeling herself to make a decision.] He wasn't gonna keep any of us around for much longer anyway. As soon as you [accusatory, how dare you adora] showed up, he would've had everything he needed. [Glimmer's words still ring with a truth that stings - that Catra had tried to ignore. But she was right. Prime, with his literal army of clones, doesn't have a place for her. Or -- not one Catra's willing to accept.] I just wanted to screw things up for him first.

[so much for not caring to soothe adora's guilt. it's just convenient that it goes hand in hand with Catra's posturing. See, it was all for herself. Totally.]
Edited 2021-05-12 23:00 (UTC)
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[personal profile] vogelfrei 2021-05-12 10:59 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Oh no, you don't. McGillis does not want any more goo, no thank you. They've both bulked up since they last met and even though Gaelio has the upper hand by a little, McGillis can put up quite a decent amount of resistance.

... and also he'll try to kick Gaelio in the kneecap rather suddenly. There's that. ]
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[personal profile] spalten 2021-05-12 11:04 pm (UTC)(link)
[ gaelio neatly avoids that, only to grab his arm towards him to keep him immobile and tangle with his feet to keep him from making any sudden movements.

the result is looking like he's grabbed mcgillis for an awkward waltz, which, well. it is not the most undignified of poses but he is putting in hard work to shove mcgillis back to more goo. ]


If you're so unrepentant about it - get back there where you belong - !
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[personal profile] vogelfrei 2021-05-12 11:13 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Ugh, what an awkward position! McGillis does not stop struggling for even a second, but as much as he hates it, he is stuck for the moment. Hopefully Gaelio tires of such a force-hold soon, facing constant resistance. ]

Stop being such a child!

[ Gross goo at his back, running down his neck... gross, gross, gross!! ]

It's not like I can undo what's been done!
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[personal profile] spalten 2021-05-12 11:21 pm (UTC)(link)
You don't regret anything and you don't want to apologize for everything, what's the use of you being here! You're certainly not here to be my friend, you made it clear you don't want any!

.... And it's not like I like being reminded of how you betrayed me!

Go back to Earth! Go back to - !

[ oh god that goo is so disgusting, even if mcgillis is the one covered in it now. it's funny because gaelio is now in the same position he was before mcgillis died, trying to choke him as he demands him, frustrated and annoyed and making demands as always.

this would've normally not been an issue. mcgillis resists him and gaelio, hating that defiant nature, despises that resistance.

but the goo is unforgiving and this isn't exactly the best of places to be. so gaelio slips, yells, and falls into the goo with mcgillis, back to. where they were. ]
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[personal profile] morozova 2021-05-12 11:44 pm (UTC)(link)
I don't.

( before the war had even been a war, there had been fear and violence, and so much innocent blood shed. safety was something stolen, precious and fleeting.

no, peace is not something he's ever really known. but, perhaps that wouldn't matter. not when the goal was to build something better. )


But I do have hope. ( he looks directly at her as he says it. )
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[personal profile] vogelfrei 2021-05-13 12:00 am (UTC)(link)
[ That yell is something the two of them can agree on wholeheartedly as they come tumbling down like particularly angry dominoes. But it takes only seconds until McGillis recovers enough to make use of the chance and untangle himself from Gaelio so he can put distance between them. Goo-y good-y distance, as he practically slides over the floor. ]

I didn't ask to be here. And neither did you. So the least we can do is stop making fools of oursleves and come at this rationally.

[ Because there is lots to say about the subject of friendship and how genuine or not McGillis might feel about it, he just says none of it. ]

If you want to try and rekill me again, be my guest. But let's postpone it until we understand what is even happening.
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[personal profile] cleaningsolutions 2021-05-13 12:09 am (UTC)(link)
[Oh, that is sad. Mops absolutely would have cried over the memorial wall. She does not like to think of these delicate, quick-witted precursors dying and mourning each other.]

Of course. Maybe any scraps of clothing or gear. If they're equipped like their friends back at the base, they probably have a few things that would've survived the rain in some form.
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[personal profile] mylawn 2021-05-13 12:13 am (UTC)(link)
Any other questions?
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[personal profile] mylawn 2021-05-13 12:23 am (UTC)(link)
Is that supposed to be funny?
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[personal profile] spalten 2021-05-13 12:26 am (UTC)(link)
[ gaelio gasps as he and mcgillis falls, and staggers away from him as they try to untangle from each other in the process. he's covered in goo again. sopping wet and miserable, he gives up across him, watching him with a glare as he rests an arm over his knee.

he hates it so much. why did he have to be here? yes he's correct that neither of them asked to be here, but why did he have to be here?

why him, of all people?

the truth of the fact is that he has spent years and years poring over his life thinking of mcgillis fareed and yet he finds that even in an alien planet he won't leave him alone. ]


Gross ...

[ gaelio tries to get rid of the goo from his hair in disgust. ]

You're so casual and accepting about your death. [ gaelio purses his lips in disapproval. ] I can't believe this is what it takes to make you listen.

Did you hate me that much?