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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.


prevail: (...)

[personal profile] prevail 2021-05-14 12:59 am (UTC)(link)
Can't say I disagree. Not like they didn't ask enough damn questions already.

Wasn't the warmest welcome.
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[personal profile] dissemblance 2021-05-14 01:02 am (UTC)(link)
The people who care about that sort of thing's laws, obviously.

she reaches over to steal a forkful of food slop off his plate. she doesn't need to — she's got her own, and it's all the same. but it's the principle of the thing. that subtle invasion of space. the ease and familiarity of it. those five years were long and terrible and steve's company was all she had some days, to make it easier. she got used to inviting herself over to his apartment, stealing his shirts and watching bad romcoms with her legs across his lap.

he doesn't have those memories, but he's generally been pretty easy going about her inserting herself into whatever it is he's doing, taking her in stride. flaws and all. some people think he's naïve, but that's not it. you can hope for the best in people and still brace for the worst. steve cares for her and she's made peace with that — and she's also pretty sure he accepts the fact she'd still kill him if she had to.

(would she? still, after all this time? maybe that's giving herself too much credit. or too little.)

it's a rare man that trusts her to save his life.

she looks at him askance, and then:


The fallout's always complicated. All we can do is go forward.
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[personal profile] deathpending 2021-05-14 01:18 am (UTC)(link)
At least I was warned.

Perhaps it would be better to stay with seafood. I'll choose pickles, however,


[ — it's not like he's going to eat this, anyway. ]
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[personal profile] deathpending 2021-05-14 01:21 am (UTC)(link)
Then we're quite fortunate, are we not?

[ His steady gaze returns to her, watching almost unblinkingly. (Almost. He does remember human habits. His body still acts on them.) ]
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[personal profile] prevail 2021-05-14 01:28 am (UTC)(link)
Well, no shit.

[ The hole they're to tread into is pitch black, and Kainé very much doubts that those rats dabble in welcoming interior design. It's going to be dark as hell in there, but really?

She's seen worse. She's killed worse. ]


Can't say I do. Would've been nice if those assholes gave us anything helpful for this, huh?

[ Given their terribly warm welcome, Kainé's calling it as she sees it. The people here haven't done much to endear themselves to those they call hatchlings. ]
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[personal profile] freightcars 2021-05-14 01:32 am (UTC)(link)
Complicated's an understatement.

( He speaks up again, tone carefully level but still distinctly unhappy. The fork comes down and he shifts backward, settling against the seat in a way that might almost look lazy.

Tired, more than anything. )


Some people aren't happy about things going back to normal. There's been some push-back, starting to get messy.

( Which is something Natasha won't know, so if Steve asks... well, she could lie her ass off, but it's easier to lie when you know the truth in the first place. If he can draw questions about the state of the world toward himself instead, that's the better alternative. )
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[personal profile] fossils 2021-05-14 01:43 am (UTC)(link)
[ Might be missing those extra five years, but he doesn't really need the memories to feel at ease like this. He's still got the past two years-- you don't share some time on the run without giving up ground on personal boundaries-- and all they've been through that came before.

There's the absolute impossibility of knowing everything there is to know about Natasha Romanoff. Way back in D.C. he decided that he didn't need to know who she'd been to trust who she is now.

A teammate. A confidant.

A friend.

(someone to stand next to at the end of the world)

She can have all the personal space of his that she wants. That's easy to give.

All we can do is go forward.

He drifts for a second, pulled back out of himself by Bucky continuing the line of conversation. His mouth forms a line. Half the population gone. Governments in disarray. And then everyone suddenly reappearing at once five years later. Yeah, he can see that. The last three weeks have been chaotic and dangerous enough. You say you wanna knock out half the lives in the universe because there's not enough resources to go around-- yeah, well, guess what happens when half the workers in a medical supply chain just up and vanish all at once. ]


How're you both handling it?

[ Directly, and otherwise. He's gotten the vague gist from Bucky, so. ]
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[personal profile] neversmall 2021-05-14 01:49 am (UTC)(link)
[ Nina is not intimidated, but there is something, beg pardon, fucking creepy about his gaze. She laughs, and it sounds for all the world like she is genuinely amused, smiling with a dimple making a brief appearance. She imagines crumbling his lungs and it fails to make her feel better - if he doesn't have a regular heartbeat, does he need to breathe? Would boiling his blood work, rupturing his spleen? Paralysis, perhaps? She's uncertain of the success of any of these things in what appears to be, essentially, an animated corpse. ]

That's certainly one way of looking at it. [ With friendly flirtation, almost demurely: ] Though I suppose one can always find something to be grateful for. [ And, because, hell no: ] Less volcra, for example. Does your world have anything like that?
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[personal profile] cryptoherpetology 2021-05-14 01:52 am (UTC)(link)
"If literally anything about this is something you've done before at all, it'd be really great to hear about that. What part of this is so nostalgic for you?"

Right now for Alex, the only familiar thing about any of this is that he's been put in a place to be somewhat useful when lives are on the line by putting his own life on the line. If they were lucky, his field experience with not only dangerous animals, but biohazardous pack-hunters specifically might save a life (or at least a limb) or two. Even the possibility of that luck had been enough for him to sign up for this, armed with the small handful of his own weapons he'd found in the chrysalis chamber and as much knowledge about the rats as he could learn in the brief time they'd been given to prepare for the mission. He'd always been a quick study, and he's hoping his run of being quick enough when it really mattered is going to hold up.
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[personal profile] deathpending 2021-05-14 02:10 am (UTC)(link)
[ It's a tactic that has been used quite often, but Jonathan is, beg pardon, quite dead to feminine wiles, and watching them take place now is like watching something in its cage, as it tests the means of escape. ]

[ — is this him? He's revulsed at once by the thought, and it shows in a brief, surprised blink as he quirks a wry smile, attempting to draw himself back into — something. Something recognisable. Something that didn't wake from the gutter and the graveyard and only answer to its thirst. ]

I've never heard of volcra — it is possible they exist. Perhaps I will find some in my travels, though from how you speak of them, I certainly hope not.
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[personal profile] neversmall 2021-05-14 02:17 am (UTC)(link)
[ The blink is enough; she knows what she'd do, if she needed to do it. Nina gives a half shrug. ]

If there is no Fold in your world, it's unlikely there are volcra.
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[personal profile] deathpending 2021-05-14 02:23 am (UTC)(link)
[ His brows furrow. ]

I haven't heard of anything like that.

[ Surely Elisabeth would have mentioned it. But, ]

Though until recently I may have laughed at you for suggesting so, and quite cruelly. [ Wry, largely for himself, ] There are more things in heaven and earth, than are dreamt of in my philosophy.
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[personal profile] spalten 2021-05-14 02:23 am (UTC)(link)
I think their reasons are understandable but the execution leaves much to be desired.

Though I suppose we're all going to be shown the same kind of welcome until we prove them otherwise. It's like being in a new job.
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[personal profile] neversmall 2021-05-14 02:29 am (UTC)(link)
[ There is, sadly, no Shakespeare in her world. ]

Do you mean waking up in an egg under a dragon, or a little less recently than that?
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[personal profile] deathpending 2021-05-14 02:32 am (UTC)(link)
[ They've danced well around it. But if she is a healer, and he is a healer (he is a healer, his oath isn't for naught simply because of this condition) then there is a necessity of some disclosure. Edgar had let him operate brazenly, but only after discerning his intentions. ]

[ He walks the edge very finely. And the head doctor here had taken great pains to understand. ]

A little less recently.
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[personal profile] doctorheartstealer 2021-05-14 02:37 am (UTC)(link)
[Law stares at her for a moment, then shakes his head. No point in fighting her, they're a team of some sort in this forsaken place after all.]

I hope you can use those knives of yours, because we're going in.
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[personal profile] neversmall 2021-05-14 02:40 am (UTC)(link)
[ She does not tilt her head; she does not present her neck. Nina Zenik is a lot of things, but she isn't prey, and she knows when she's looking at a predator.

Her gaze drops down to his heart and back to his uncomfortable stare; she has no need to provoke a challenge, she knows who'll win a staring contest, this is not that. ]


Your answer suggests we near on a personal topic. [ Spies are inherently adverse to secrets, to privacy. Nina was not a perfect spy. ] You are entitled to your secrets, as we all are to a certain extent.

[ Nina also knows exactly how much good will means, and how it can be spent, and how it can be earned while working in an infirmary. ] But I hope you'll excuse the concern - you don't seem quite well.

[ She, on the other hand, is glowing after the liberal use of her power; effusive, radiant, though her hands remain lightly joined in front of her. ]
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[personal profile] deathpending 2021-05-14 02:45 am (UTC)(link)
[ He smiles, a little self-consciously. ]

I haven't eaten.

[ He cannot eat anything here. The protein slop is meaningless, he wouldn't be able to keep it down, besides. Nor would a cup of tea warm him at all. No, there's only one thing that would. ]

— nor do I intend to. I have, ah, what you may want to call a very specialised diet. It's quite difficult to procure.

[ — unethical, besides. He's not going to eat his patients, thanks! ]

[ So it is like this, he tells her first. Very well, if it's what good will means. He has no reason to corner an effective worker, to threaten them out of something that helps others. ]
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[personal profile] neversmall 2021-05-14 02:55 am (UTC)(link)
You intend to starve yourself? [ A little incredulously. She may not look it, but Nina is intimately familiar with the effects of starvation. ] For what cause?
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[personal profile] deathpending 2021-05-14 02:58 am (UTC)(link)
[ His lip curls. He does not show his teeth. (She burns so brightly, her blood is warm.) ]

Certainly not one chosen lightly, I assure you. As I said, I believe we are to be colleagues.

[ And he would rather help. He would much rather — help. ]
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[personal profile] dissemblance 2021-05-14 03:09 am (UTC)(link)
it is easy — comfortable. the last five years have been like a millstone around her neck, but some things are easy to lean into. his witty little rejoinder has her mouth quirked up at one side as she steps past him deftly.

Just watch your step, 'gentleman'.

when you don't share a trauma, you can put it away. natasha's footing is as certain as if she's been walking dismal, muddy paths for the entirety of her life — informed by a dancer's grace and a soldier's resolve.

each step is deliberate — and if he's half as smart as he seems to think himself, he'll follow them exactly.
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[personal profile] neversmall 2021-05-14 03:20 am (UTC)(link)
I can understand that. [ And it's true, empathy rings through each line. Her cause had also not been chosen lightly. She'd still starved. ] But you're a doctor. You know the impact starving will have on your ability to be relied upon. If you can't find what you need for your specific diet here, then surely there must be alternatives?

[ He has no heartbeat. He wants to help. And he is making a choice to deny himself for a cause. It is not entirely compassion that has Nina make this offer, but it is not devoid of compassion either. ] Is there anything I can do to help you find those alternatives?
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[personal profile] prevail 2021-05-14 03:38 am (UTC)(link)
A new job none of us asked for or agreed to.

You really just fine with all this?
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[personal profile] prevail 2021-05-14 03:41 am (UTC)(link)
[ Kainé scoffs. ]

If you call these knives, what's that thing?

[ Rather than await a reply, she marches forward, nose scrunching at the powerful stench that greets her with renewed potency as she draws closer. ]
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[personal profile] deathpending 2021-05-14 03:42 am (UTC)(link)
[ ... He thinks of the rats, and sighs. ]

In the past, only temporary ones.

[ He has to. All things need to eat. ]

If there is something within your power, I would be most grateful.