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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.


warfares: <user name="na-i-cons"> (pic#12151250)

[personal profile] warfares 2021-05-01 09:51 pm (UTC)(link)
I'm not part of the original crew, no.

( not that there appears to be many of those left, either. it doesn't take a genius to figure out that circumstances are dire at the moment. that they would have to be for the survivors to take them in like this when there's no guarantee they won't be a drain of resources. )

Neither are you, I assume.
bytherules: (i hate you so much right now)

ii

[personal profile] bytherules 2021-05-01 09:52 pm (UTC)(link)
Are you addressing me?

[the nearest person turns out to be...something all right. a person, sure, but definitely not an average joe.

Salaak is decidedly put out by this entire affair, but he is not yet at a stage to openly complain to the nearest warm (or cold) body about it unless he knows them to be something of an authority figure. this metal man probably is not, so instead, Alphonse gets a clipped tone.]
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[personal profile] warfares 2021-05-01 09:52 pm (UTC)(link)
Something less moist.
I think I still some of that stuff in my hair.
sunmon: (Default)

[personal profile] sunmon 2021-05-01 09:54 pm (UTC)(link)
It was his idea.

[ her skin feels warmer, trying to defend it though, because it feels like trying to defend what they'd done on that desk. there was a reason she'd turned them away at first, and it wasn't just mal.

yet here she was.
]

I don't really belong in the other Grisha orders. [ zoya, among others, had made sure she knew that. ] And neither does he. The gold was for the sun summoner.

[ she picks at the embroidery a little. she should have worn the blue one. he'd have hated it. he'd have asked why. she can't do that until she has a path out. saints, it's enough to make her wish baghra was here. ]
trassel: (Default)

[personal profile] trassel 2021-05-01 09:54 pm (UTC)(link)
[ His mouth curls, a flash of amusement. Yes, thank you, he's delightful. And it's smoothened away as quickly, glancing upwards to where the wings shield them all. The creature seemed like it simply fell asleep here, and became thus by the hand of some great god. But still, it gnaws unpleasantly at him. ]

The dragon?

[ He hums. ]

No. And you?
psychometries: (007)

cal kestis ☆ star wars jedi: fallen order

[personal profile] psychometries 2021-05-01 09:58 pm (UTC)(link)
▶ONE. CAN I OFFER YOU A NICE EGG IN THIS TRYING TIME? (BABY JAIL)
[ Cal really isn't having a great day so far. When he woke up in the egg(?), everything was gone, from his ship, his crew, his lightsaber, his droid, and worst of all, the Force—well, okay, the Force is still there, as it always is, but he feels distressingly disconnected from it in a way he never has before, even when he lived on Bracca.

And on top of all that, he's currently being ushered into a cell, covered in sticky goo, and still injured from his fight, generous though that description may be, with that Sith Lord on Nur. If only that had gone away too.

With a heavy sigh, he presses his hand against the wound in his side, silently hoping that the slime won't give him a terrible infection, and casts his gaze around the cell, taking stock of the space and its other occupant(s). ]


Hey, did you come out of one of those eggs too? You okay?

▶TWO. IT IS WEDNESDAY, MY DUDES (BASECAMP)
[ His first stop is the mess hall, where he takes whatever food they give him, including the caf, without a single complaint, and sits down to eat at one of the communal tables. After the meal, he sticks around to help wash dishes, if only because he's eager for something to do, to help.

Eventually, he makes his way to the memorial wall, quietly walking down the length of it, his expression subdued. There are so many echoes in the Force here, calling out to be seen, but he doesn't reach for them just yet—he already knows they'll be painful.

Finally, he can be found at the aid station—not because he's being treated, even though he should be, but because he's helping to fix the 3-D printer. He has much more experience taking things apart than he does fixing them, but... well, he's trying his best. One of the panels has been removed, and he's rooting around in the machinery, muttering something under his breath that sounds an awful lot like karabast.

He leans back a little from his work and makes eye contact with whoever happens to be standing nearby, then gestures to the flashlight lying on the table. ]


Can you hold this for me?

[ Last but certainly not least, he heads back to the central chrysalis. Because he barely remembers which egg he'd hatched(?) from, since everything at the time was kind of a blur, it takes him a while to find the egg that contains— ]

Beedee!

[ A small droid launches himself out of the egg and straight at Cal, trilling in excitement. Cal catches BD-1 easily, his expression absolutely thrilled—and relieved. ]

Hey, little buddy. You made it. [ BD-1 beeps cheerfully, making Cal laugh. ] It's a long story, okay?

▶THREE. I DO CONTROL THE SPEED AT WHICH TENTACLE RATS DIE (RESCUE)
[ Now that Cal's been reunited with BD-1 and his lightsaber, he feels a lot more confident setting out to help rescue those scientists. He'd refused any proffered weapons, which leaves him with just BD-1, latched to his back, and a long, metallic cylinder about the length of his forearm swinging from his belt.

A. Already used to trekking halfway across hostile planets just because a hologram told him to, he doesn't really mind the hike, and he's pretty light on his feet even over difficult terrain. For any dense underbrush or thickets that get in the way, he ignites his lightsaber and chops them down, the humming plasma blade easily carving a path.

And for anyone who's struggling a little with a steep slope or crag, he'll circle back around and offer an outstretched hand. ]


Need some help?

[ B. He's probably not as apprehensive as he should be when faced with the dark hole in the ground, bloodstains leading the way inside. Pausing only to unclip his lightsaber from his belt, he descends into the hole—taking the lead, if necessary—and ignites his saber with a distinct snap-hiss, holding it out in front of him in a guard position.

The blade's orange light, combined with BD-1's lamp, combat the deep darkness at least somewhat, illuminating more bloodstains on the ground. They trail further inwards, and Cal shoots whoever he's with an uneasy look before following. ]

▶NETWORK.
1. Cal
2. Coruscant, originally
3. There was a garden, in the place where I grew up, that smelled like plants and soil. It's kind of hard to describe if you don't have a nose, though.
4. I don't know... probably a bogling
5. 18 standards years
6. I don't know if I'd go that far, but I hope it helped you out
Edited 2021-05-01 21:58 (UTC)
cryptoherpetology: (007)

[personal profile] cryptoherpetology 2021-05-01 09:58 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Alex hasn't minded keeping his pace slower to keep Varric from being left to catch up- even with the scientists needing rescue ASAP, splitting the party before you get to the mission is never a good plan, even if that split is just a few yards of distance. Also, he'd feel (rightly) like an asshole if he outpaced him.

Also, he's probably been caught a couple times admiring Bianca. Sorry. She really is a great crossbow, and he can't help but think of the kind of work that went into making something like that in what he's gathering is a pre-industrial society.]


I'm getting the impression you're probably someone she'd enjoy a drink with. Of course, given her habit of traversing universes like she's got a dimensional Park-Hopper Pass, the possibility that you have had a drink with her isn't entirely non-existent.

[Grandma Alice does this kind of thing on purpose. At least she doesn't use eggs as dimensional gateways... that he knows of, anyway.]
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[personal profile] neversmall 2021-05-01 10:01 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Nina's eyes widen as two words change her world forever: ]

You're a sun summoner? [ She could leave it there; she refuses to. The girl next to her does not need worship or reverence, and that will serve neither of them well. Instead, Nina whistles between her teeth. ] Saints, no wonder.

[ No wonder Alina's wearing the general's colors. No wonder she looks like she's being hunted. The right people would guard Alina with their lives, just because of what she can do; the wrong would give everything to take her life and for the same reason. ]

When did you find out? I haven't been gone that long.
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hatching

[personal profile] notalive 2021-05-01 10:01 pm (UTC)(link)
[Connor's been trying to distract himself from the grim reality since he arrived here. It's not a coping method he's ever employed before, but when your list of things to cope with goes from several to infinite, you find you don't have enough processing power to handle it all at once.

He's been watching one of the people in the cell with him for a moment now, since he lost interest watching the number of tiny insects fluttering about the cell bars on erratic flight paths. She's crying, but instead of red, her eyes have gone grey-black. He's seen humans crying before, but suddenly as Connor watches her he wonders if crying really helps.

Maybe he should cry too. With that thought, he's surprised to feel his eyes burn. It's a weird sensation and he doesn't like it at all. He blinks that back furiously.]


What's wrong with that?

[So this isn't a 'real human'.

Not that Connor's offended or even disagrees with the sentiment he thinks he's seeing. He hasn't been surrounded by this many humans since before the android revolution. In fact, when he first brought here he assumed he was being taken away for his part in it - the only rational explanation he had. It turns out no rational explanation could possibly be the right one here.]
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i

[personal profile] silentends 2021-05-01 10:02 pm (UTC)(link)
Oh hey. It's nice of you to offer help.

[Nier has been working on the fields with the others but then he stops when he notices Alphonse. The other boy is noticeably taller than Nier so he looks up to make eye contact.]

Whoa that is a big suit of armor. I've never seen anything like it before.
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hatching

[personal profile] neversmall 2021-05-01 10:07 pm (UTC)(link)
[ They might not spend much time on maidenly blushing in Ravka, but that doesn't mean Nina's particularly thrilled to be sharing her shower. However, that wasn't about to stop her. Goo was everywhere, and she hasn't had a chance to scrub anywhere that wasn't freezing in a month, and this shower is at least, warm. She's going to enjoy what she can, while she can. ]

More often than I'd like, [ her tone is more cheerful than it has any right to be; it is glorious to be getting clean She avoids looking at him as well, trying to focus on getting her hair wet enough in the limited time that maybe she can get the goo out, scrubbing as quickly as she can. Everything is stressful, but she is not in chains at the moment and aside from one very particular point, things are looking up more than they have been in a long time. She can hear the strain in his voice, and doesn't blame him one bit, because no amount of looking on the bright side is going to change their circumstances.

However: Not dead, and not soon to be dead. Could be worse. ]
You?
Edited (whoops!) 2021-05-01 22:10 (UTC)
armoured: (silly] oh shit)

1/2

[personal profile] armoured 2021-05-01 10:08 pm (UTC)(link)
[OH GOOD GOD WHAT IS THAT?!]
sunmon: (11)

[personal profile] sunmon 2021-05-01 10:10 pm (UTC)(link)
Feels like months.

[ since she last saw mal, heard from him. but she starts ticking on her fingers the actual time and settles on, ]

But I guess it's been about six weeks. You ... haven't been in Os Alta, have you?
armoured: (gen] headtilt)

2/2

[personal profile] armoured 2021-05-01 10:10 pm (UTC)(link)
[This is the first time that he's come face to face with something so distinctly inhuman here, and he can't help the little jolt of surprise before he recovers himself. Get it together, Alphonse, he's-- he might look different, but he's just a prisoner here like the rest.]

Y-Yeah, I was, actually. Do you want this?
bytherules: (well polished pokerface)

salaak | green lantern corps (preboot)

[personal profile] bytherules 2021-05-01 10:10 pm (UTC)(link)
o1. exploration

...Peculiar, indeed.

[Salaak muses aloud to himself as he hovers along the length of the camp -- surely one of the oddest sights one could chance a glance at amidst throngs of what surely must be Earthmen? or some parallel universe variant. in one of his four hands, the Slyggian carries a hefty metal lantern battery, while two of the other seem busy tapping away at semi-transparent, green screens that follow along with him. one hand remains idle, curled into a fist, as a green ring glows -- the source of those screens.

after parting a small throng of strangers, the alien stops, bringing the ring closer to himself:]


Open transmission to any Lanterns receiving: This is Lantern Salaak, Clarissi, once again requesting response. Current location is not on-file and is still under assessment. Lantern ring instruments are experiencing unusual interference.

[he pauses, glancing around himself.]

...Crash survivors also present, will need additional support should a means to leave arise.

Confirmation of receipt requested. End transmission.

[he stands still for a beat longer in silence before his hand falls away with a sigh.] ...I would be stranded with Terrans. Doubtless, it will only be a matter of time before Gardner or Jordan crop up to make this even more irritating...

[figures. well, no matter. he must press on, and continue trying to get better scans of the area -- shining green light across fixtures and organisms nearby that send alien bits of data to his screens.]


o2. rescue support
[well, a Lantern will always answer the call to action, won't they? even Salaak has no excuse to hang back for this one.

still, he's got scrawny arms, doesn't hit very hard, and isn't keen on getting tangled up with the local fauna when his ring isn't acting 100% right. so, he does what he does best: tell other people what to do.

that said, he floats up out of reach of the creatures rushing out of their den, glowing with a green halo that spreads to build an array of panels in front of him to feed him what information they can manage in their state. a simple radar for tracking bodies on the field is more than enough, he surmises, and that said--]


You there. [one of his arms points at...well, you.] Move to high ground before you're overrun; going straight into the belly of the beast is ill-advised.


o3. booze

I'd reconsider imbibing that.

[the pickle-faced alien isn't even looking at whomever is about to bring the drink to their lips, instead preoccupied with some glowing screens in front of them. still, if it isn't clear, one of his many hands points directly at them.]

Putting one's self into an inebriated state in such conditions is asking for more trouble than it's worth.
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illumi zoldyck | hunter x hunter

[personal profile] needfully 2021-05-01 10:11 pm (UTC)(link)
I. basecamp | coffee break
[ That horrible food they're all being made to eat? This guy seems like he's having no problem eating it, nor does he have any complaints. Dry, gritty rice, with grainy gravy, and old broccoli? It's actually not that bad, all things considered... he's busy eating it with the most neutrally crafted expression when he suddenly pipes up, rather cheerfully despite the awful situation at hand: ]

Are you going to drink that?

[ He's asking about your coffee, you know, the extremely shitty coffee they gave you about fifteen minutes ago. Maybe you haven't touched it, maybe you took one sip and spat it out - either way, a closer inspection reveals he's already drank all of his. Will you part ways with it for this stranger? ]
II. the rat warren | rescue
[ The acid rain, combined with the rat swarm, has really made for a not that fun day. The good news is that after that long trek, you and him have actually finally come across a few scientists in need of rescuing, with only a few rats in the way! The bad news is that even though these scientists are calling out for help, Illumi really only seems concerned with protecting himself. And he especially is not keeping an eye out for you, his partner— it's definitely possible that on the way here, he neither waited up for you nor offered a helping hand when it would be considerate to do so during the hike.

Now, most people would at least show some sign of distress over people screaming for help, but Illumi remains passive as ever. He's not in a hurry to get to saving people, clearly! ]


Hmm, how will we get over there...

[ He wonders aloud, conversationally, like neither of you are pressed for time, and like this is a mundane time for a chat. There's a ravine between the two of you and the gathering of scientists who are encircled by the rats, and while it would be possible to make the jump to the other side, he seems hesitant to do so. ]

They said those rats can burn us, right?
III. network
Have you ever seen anything like that dragon before?
In the place you were before here, that is.
IV. wildcard
( anything else goes here! i have a little bit of info up about him here, if you're curious. feel free to pm me if you have something else in mind! )
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armoured: (silly] sweatdrop)

[personal profile] armoured 2021-05-01 10:11 pm (UTC)(link)
R-Really?

[He gives a nervous sounding little chuckle as he hefts the sheet of metal upwards and makes sure it's positioned over the both of them.]

I guess it is pretty big, huh? It used to belong to my dad, and he was a big guy.

[Not this big, but Nier doesn't need to know that!]
demonicbeauty: (Demon - Depressed)

[personal profile] demonicbeauty 2021-05-01 10:14 pm (UTC)(link)
No, sir.

[And there's something of a relief to hear he's not either.

She can't quite wrap her mind around the original ones, their bitterness and lack of hope. And a sort of haunted quality.

But maybe she's just been reading too much into things. She's not sure what else to do, at this point.]


I only woke up here a few days ago and...I still have no idea how I ended up here. I'm sure it must be quite impressive magic, though.
bytherules: (i hate you so much right now)

2.

[personal profile] bytherules 2021-05-01 10:14 pm (UTC)(link)
[the terran-looking man gets a deadpan stare as the flashlight is held out for the taking. this is why y'all need more arms.

instead of being saucy about it right out the gate, however, Salaak simply obliges, taking the device in one of his hands.]


If you permit it, I would like to assist in a more productive fashion. [goodness knows human-sorts like to make things harder on themselves just as a point of pride...]
bestaround: (pic#12608511)

[personal profile] bestaround 2021-05-01 10:15 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Thankfully, growing sick over food is the least of 9S' worries, so the worst he would experience is bad taste. And now he's beginning to wonder—just how bad is it? Nier's reaction becomes so strong that it's almost beginning to have the opposite effect.

... But that's for later. ]


Uh—are you gonna be okay?

[ Was that enough to get him sick, too? ]
bytherules: (fetch my crowbar)

[personal profile] bytherules 2021-05-01 10:16 pm (UTC)(link)
[Salaak makes no move to accept the plate, instead unfolding a pair of his hands to better reveal what was already in front of him.]

I've no need for double portions; this much seems adequate. If you cannot see to it yourself, perhaps you can inquire about proper storage of surplus.
armoured: (gen] cough cough)

[personal profile] armoured 2021-05-01 10:21 pm (UTC)(link)
[Oh. Well, he hadn't noticed that the other-- man? Creature?-- had a portion of food already, so now he just feels doubly awkward about this whole thing.]

Right, that's a good idea. It's just that I had such a big meal earlier that I don't need to eat again yet, and they said there's a supply shortage, so--

[Stop rambling, Al. He trails off a bit uncomfortably.]

I mean hi, I'm Al, it's nice to meet you.
silentends: (Default)

[personal profile] silentends 2021-05-01 10:21 pm (UTC)(link)
Yeah, really. It's very impressive.

I've seen people wear armor before but nothing quite like what you're using now.

[Honestly Nier means these things as compliments but he's kind of awkward and has difficulty figuring out what to say at times like these.]

I bet it would keep you safe from all sorts of things.
recursive: (38)

vague recent jjk manga spoilers, for who it might concern

[personal profile] recursive 2021-05-01 10:23 pm (UTC)(link)
( the question of curses here is an interesting one. compared to a metropolis like tokyo, the population density means that cursed energy is far more thin — the fact that humans also don't seem to be native to this place makes that even more prevalent. but the people who have crash-landed here brought their cursed energy with them, and the hardships that they seem to have endured over the last few years have sunk it into the soil. incredible, to think that they might have to keep eyes on the development of aggressive cursed spirits even this far away from home, but there's no changing the way human beings are.

so for threats both flesh-and-blood and not, yuuta would feel much better with his sword at his back.

the person that he finds slinging his katana over her shoulder tugs immediately at his heart's sense of familiarity — he rejects it at first, however, assuming he had to be mistaking someone for who he would like to find in a situation plagued with unknowns like this one. but as she turns and sets him in her sharp, critical gaze, surprise lances through him. he'd been right — )


Maki?!

( regardless of the unsure footing, he jogs the remainder of the distance over her (one can almost imagine a happily wagging tail). confusion mingles with the shock evident on his face; her hair, her face... without the burns, does that mean —

thoughts racing a mile a minute, he tries to look less surprised. she can hopefully write it off as him being startled by finding someone familiar while he figures this out. he gives a faint smile; maki is probably the only person he would agree with if they said the sword was better off in their hands than his. )
Alright, alright. For now, at least. ( hopefully they can find her things, for both of their sake — his sword doesn't have any innate cursed energy, so it won't do as much for her. )

Where did you find it, by the way...?
deathpending: (04.)

[personal profile] deathpending 2021-05-01 10:26 pm (UTC)(link)
[ And still, someone here had been the first to offer blood. Jonathan's complexion is leeched of colour, eyes dead, heart long stopped. It's well the people at Pembroke don't look closely at their night surgeon, but here, in a soldier's camp, news always travels quickly. ]

[ He can do nothing about what he is. ]

They seem the type. What say you?