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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.


fossils: (pic#8212249)

[personal profile] fossils 2021-05-02 04:49 am (UTC)(link)
[ His gaze lifts from his plate of beige and wilted green, eyeing her for a half second.

He's met a talking racoon in the past month, and she's not even the first green person he's had a conversation with. So there's not much beyond an initial flash of surprise when he takes in her appearance, the defensiveness of her stance.

Gives a short nod to the place next to him. ]


Seat's not taken.

[ All yours. He shifts his own seat to the left, offering up a few more inches of space at the table. A beat, then as he lifts his mug to his lips: ]

Can't recommend the coffee.
atrociously: (claude thinks i have pretty eyes huh)

[personal profile] atrociously 2021-05-02 04:53 am (UTC)(link)
Oh, please, there's no need to address me so formally. [Even though he speaks extremely formally himself... But perhaps even more than at the monastery, his rank back home holds absolutely no meaning here. Maybe this stranger is just polite, but he doesn't need to call Dimitri sir!] Coffee though, is it...? Ah, I think I've heard of this before.

[He didn't know it could help replenish energy. That seems pretty useful! Even though a lukewarm, vaguely muddy-smelling drink doesn't really seem like it would do that... But alas, Dimitri wouldn't know what a good cup of coffee is supposed to be like either, so he can only assume that this absolutely awful one is the norm.

Bottoms up then!]


... It seems fine as far as I can tell, but I admit, I'm not the best judge on these sorts of things. [He says as if he just doesn't have a refined palate when in reality he just can't taste anything, oops.]
apatheia: (looking kakkoii 2b)

[personal profile] apatheia 2021-05-02 04:58 am (UTC)(link)
[Getting materials like these would definitely be no problem back home, not when there's plenty of machine lifeforms to destroy! It probably shouldn't be surprising that this guy could do something similar in his own world.

Still, uh. What a question to get!]


In a manner of speaking, yes. [She's no expert on neither machine lifeforms nor androids, but she can't say she's unfamiliar with the idea of robots.] I'm actually an android myself.
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[personal profile] silentends 2021-05-02 05:09 am (UTC)(link)
[He'll need luck for sure. Struggles run deep.]

9S..that's a unique name. Does it mean anything?

[So the kid is named 9s. He doesn't look old but he doesn't look too young either.

It's possible that 9s is a young adult. Then again it's very difficult to judge someone based on appearance alone.]
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[personal profile] silentends 2021-05-02 05:14 am (UTC)(link)
I see, you're not human then?

[He is curious about it. Being an android sounds very interesting. ]

Huh. You look just like a normal person though. That's cool.
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[personal profile] silentends 2021-05-02 05:24 am (UTC)(link)
You don't need me to go around saying sir? Well alright then.

[Coffee's great Dimitri. Everybody needs caffeine...]

It seems like you enjoyed your coffee. Have another glass.

[That is a terrible idea.]
apatheia: (i can't crop for shit)

[personal profile] apatheia 2021-05-02 05:46 am (UTC)(link)
We were designed to resemble humans, and I suppose we've done a good job with that.

[It's been absolutely shocking, to say the least, actually seeing real live humans walking around like normal. 2B may have been built to serve and protect humanity, but she never thought she'd actually meet one.]

It's much more interesting seeing humans here though. [What is being cool, she wouldn't know!!]
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[personal profile] sunmon 2021-05-02 05:48 am (UTC)(link)
[ alina looks to nina, ready to answer the question, or at least share in the confusion, when she notices the crew members packing it in. her mouth falls open. a little crease forms between her brows.

only when they have fully excused themselves does she ask,
]

Did you do that on purpose?

[ that kind of ability to read and react to people is absolutely what alina is going to need if she is going to stay alive without kirigan realizing what is going on. nina has just become a great deal more interesting. ]
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[personal profile] trassel 2021-05-02 05:58 am (UTC)(link)
Not a pet,

[ Matthias explains, as the isenulf's dark nose meets the tips of 9S' fingers, then the palm, and drop down to also curiously sniff at his feet. Interesting... ]

Trassel is a brother. Like — left and right hand. We live, hunt, and fight together.
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[personal profile] silentends 2021-05-02 06:09 am (UTC)(link)
There's still a handful of us floating around.

[As far Nier is concerned the shades are monsters who are to be blamed for everything. They killed off most of the human population in his world.]

Life is too short. Being a human is tough. So we have to live with everything we've got.

Isn't it the same for you?
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dr. mikhail caustic | apex legends

[personal profile] pholcidvenom 2021-05-02 06:11 am (UTC)(link)
I. HATCHING
[ A new environment, a wonderful place to add new variables. If the test subjects were not the citizens of Solace City, then Ms. Paquette could not possibly find out, get involved. Doctor Caustic allows himself a small smirk as he makes heavy strides towards his egg, in search of his belongings left behind.

As his large frame leans over to observe the slime his gas mask and canisters are submerged in, he lets out a resounding HACK, doubling over and nearly coughing a lung out.

To anyone nearby, it's clearly the cough of a very ill man. Perhaps you should help...? ]


II. NETWORK
1. Doctor Mikhail Caustic.
2. Elsewhere.
3. I love the fresh scent of... coffee. Ground beans.
4. I would rather stay a human, the thought of not having a developed brain seems like such a waste, but if I was forced to choose to live in blissful ignorance, then I suppose I would be a Latrodectus curacaviensis.
5. Old.
6. No. It was a waste of my time. Your gratitude is acknowledged.


III. WILD CARD
Feel free to hit Caustic with a prompt of your choosing if you'd rather, just know that Caustic is a very cryptic, antisocial guy.
Edited 2021-05-02 07:26 (UTC)
fossils: (pic#14141625)

[personal profile] fossils 2021-05-02 06:15 am (UTC)(link)
[ Hands now free, he jams them into his pockets. Lets his gaze follows hers to the wall, his mouth forming a tight line. ]

Not exactly planning on it.

[ Which should probably sound facetious coming out of anyone else's mouth, but he says it with a straight face and a pinch at his brow. Fifty thousand lives lost. You can never really, fully wrap your head around numbers like that. Not all at once, even when it's laid out in front of you like this.

A beat, and he tilts his head toward her again, frowning slightly. ]


I think they've got a decent operation running here, all things considered. [ Three years is a long time to keep a basecamp with this many folks running relatively smoothly in a hostile environment with limited resources. ]
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[personal profile] ketterdam 2021-05-02 06:25 am (UTC)(link)
he does not, in point of fact, have a plan. he feels barely human, skin stretched like burnt paper over his lean frame. he feels like he's breathed in the sun and it's incinerated his insides. it would be a fever, if it was anything other than the black, riotous mass of anger in him.

pekka rollins is worlds away, alive, and the tether that kaz built between them, the anchor is snapped taut.

plan? he barely has a purpose. pathetic. he could pick a fight with the biggest man here, put him in the dirt. break his legs with his cane that sings with the lead-lined thrum of a fabrikator-made weapon. and for what? there is no money. people trade in rations, ill-favoured shifts, sex. none of that matters to him. their idea of gambling is not the sort that ends with a man having his fingernails pulled out or his pinky finger cut off. he has not met a single person here who exudes danger the way a barrel rat with an ounce of steel in their spine could muster. this is not an empire. it's barely even a township. there aren't enough people in the belly of this leviathan to block the goedmedbridge.

and what of ketterdam, in their absence? does their little world spin on without them? he imagines jesper walking up east stave towards the fifth harbour alone. not a pigeon, but certainly less a murder with the rest of the crows absent his flamboyant shadow. the dime lions will be slavering for a crack at everything kaz built up from nothing, if the razorgulls don't get there first. apart from it all, he can already feel the tapestry of his revenge unravel at the edge.

and inej, his spider, thinks he has a plan. there is a brief, vivid slash of a moment, suli-bright, where he thinks he would sooner be on the reaper's barge than weather her disappointment. it fades like a firework, there and gone.

his jaw works as he shuffles, the clench of it perceptible only to those that know him best. he let all his tells get beaten out of him, over the years. all but one.

all but one.

his eyes flicker upwards. alight on her, and hold.

of the cards, he deals one after the other. turns up the three of hearts, the queen of spades, the six of clubs.


Not here.

he says it disdainfully. as if it's a matter of her indiscretion rather than his own failure. they have ways to avoid being overheard. they have made themselves invisible in plain sight a thousand times. but this is a new world, new rules. the devices they carry in their pockets can record audio and video across distances an etherealki would envy. until he knows for certain how to disable these devices, kaz will not make the mistake of being so careless. but it is, all of it, a pretense for avoiding what he would sooner not admit.
Edited (i really should not tag on 3 hrs sleep. this is my lesson. rip your inbox) 2021-05-02 06:31 (UTC)
atrociously: (mcfódlans is out of fries?!)

[personal profile] atrociously 2021-05-02 06:34 am (UTC)(link)
[His caffeine-free body isn't ready for this injection of pure energy... Still, he's surprised! Rations and food seem to be in pretty sparse conditions, and he can understand that. If that's the case, he wouldn't want to take away from anyone's food.]

I appreciate your kind offer, but I'm quite alright with my one cup. If it really does replenish energy, I'm sure drinking it yourself would benefit you.
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ii.

[personal profile] trassel 2021-05-02 06:34 am (UTC)(link)
[ A good Fjerdan boy does not stare. So Matthias is not staring, at the adept movement of a wrist that knows a knife. ]

[ And at the woman wielding it, another novelty. But it's an expression of intense curiosity. He doesn't aim to be threatening. ]

Is it? It smelled terrible.

[ He'd politely eschewed it, preferring to insist on something else that would slake his thirst, to be shared between him and his wolf. ]
apatheia: (mfw the machine here's just a sidequest)

[personal profile] apatheia 2021-05-02 06:38 am (UTC)(link)
... To some degree, yes. [Androids have a much, much longer lifespan than any human does though, so she can't really say that life is short. Still, their lives can blink out all too quickly from things like combat to not having the right parts to repair one's self with. She can understand living with everything you have while you can.] In my world though, no humans remain on the planet. I'd never seen one until... hatching here.

[What a disorienting experience, to say the least. She never thought she'd actually meet a human to begin with, and meeting one by being dragged out of that mess was something she never could've imagined, not even if she tried.]
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Banshee-44 // Destiny 2

[personal profile] fortyforged 2021-05-02 06:55 am (UTC)(link)
I. Basecamp - Armory
While he's well aware of the anxious looks, the Exo doesn't much let it bother him. Despite everything he seems absolutely placid, a softspoken metal man who takes everything in stride. The situation is strange, and in reality it's difficult enough trying to keep track of the new information he was given without trying to puzzle out the how's and why's of it. So far as he can understand, he isn't the only one going through this particular problem.

His wanderings would end up with him getting lost quite easily. This isn't the Tower, a place he'd called home for...he can't even remember, and even then there were those details that escaped him. He figures that since he isn't really intent on anywhere it isn't really getting lost. It doesn't seem like they have any specific place for him to be so long as he's no't causing trouble. How he'd stumbled across the armory was perhaps a small miracle in itself. Oblivious to the concerned looks of those within, Banshee steps over to the racks of equipment, optics roving across the unfamiliar firearms. He picks one up that was set on a counter, probably in the process of being recalibrated, inspecting the pieces.

This place, he does not know. Weapons however, he knows well.

"Linear fusion? No... How many rounds?" He asks without expecting a reply, his hands already set on working about the weapon. Which is why he is a bit surprised when things practically vanish from his careful hands and he just as soon finds himself ushered off and standing just outside of the armory. "...huh."

---

II. Acid Rain
It's almost laughable, walking out in this with what amounts to a tent or umbrella. Banshee doesn't complain. "Been a while," he comments, to himself maybe. It's a long walk and he's for the most part quiet, not that it matters when all around the sound of the rain hissing around them. While he's not been given any of those guns he'd seen in the armory, he's got a massive slab of a blade slung on his back, and a scout rifle hanging at his side from strap across his chest.

He does his part in holding up the makeshift covering, unbothered by the task they've been given as he keeps pace with those he's with. To him, it's something to do, a purpose, even if he's not sure what all it's for. But he's made up his mind a long time ago for...something. Can't do those things when he's not home. Can't not do anything either.

---

III. Network

[Part of him feels there should be something ironic about this.]


1. What is your name? ... Banshee-44
2. Where are you from? ... The Last City, Earth
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. ... Don't have a nose either, but... Maybe that crisp fresh air after winter's first snowfall. Hard to describe though.
4. If you could be any animal in any world, what would you be? ... What a strange question
5. How old are you? ... Old. Some centuries at least.
6. Did you enjoy this questionnaire? ... Sure. Wasn't too bad.

---

IV. Wildcard
(Anything else tickle your fancy? I'm game within reason.)

(OOC: Will match tag-style preference. Also pardon my lack of icons, still working on those.)
Edited 2021-05-02 06:55 (UTC)
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[personal profile] silentends 2021-05-02 07:02 am (UTC)(link)
Not a single human survived where you're from? I dunno what to say. [He's speechless because he believes everything that 2b's saying. ]

That seems cruel. Can't even imagine a world where no humans exist. Must be a bleak place.

[He's getting depressed thinking about it but it is what it is. Talk about a dark turn for the worse.]

Wait a minute. Did the other animals make it?
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[personal profile] silentends 2021-05-02 07:16 am (UTC)(link)
If you say so. I'll just drink it in one gulp and be done with it.

[He drank it so fast he doesn't remember what it tastes like maybe that's for the best. Nobody here has taste.]

Have you tried tea before? I imagine it would have a more pleasant smell.
apatheia: (thanks for nothing adam)

[personal profile] apatheia 2021-05-02 07:20 am (UTC)(link)
Some humans still live, but they were forced to retreat to the moon. [Or so she thinks, but y'know, she never got that exposition reveal!] The world now is quite different from how it was when they were on Earth, I'm sure, but I don't know what that was like.

[Fellow androids and machine lifeforms are all she's ever known, so she doesn't know if it's really so bleak to not have human life around. Android lives can be pretty bleak in their own way of course, but that's neither here nor there.]

Animal and plant life are thriving though. [If anything, some records seem to indicate that they're doing better without human interaction.]
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[personal profile] silentends 2021-05-02 07:31 am (UTC)(link)
At least there's still some life left. Knowing that gives me some comfort.

[He will accept any oppertunity where there is a possible future.]

This might be strange for me to ask but uh, do you think humans will return to Earth someday?

[It would be great if they could go back to the way things used to be. They would just have to wait for it.]
thearchangel: (Oh is that so?)

Garrus Vakarian | Mass Effect

[personal profile] thearchangel 2021-05-02 07:33 am (UTC)(link)
1) network;
I'm not answering a questionnaire. [You're not EDI, you're some kind of gross regular AI, aren't you.]

I don't have time for this.

I'm looking for anyone from Council Space. Or better yet, anyone who knows the Normandy or her crew.


[Seriously, most of these people look human, someone has to know the Alliance, at least, right? Someone. It's been way too long here already it's been a week. People need him. He has a job to do.]

Hell I'll take a krogan at this point.



2) rescue mission
[Well, now this is familiar. Trekking through potentially dangerous territory, unsure of what lies ahead, on a mission to rescue some wayward scientists. All they're missing is the Mako and maybe a thresher maw or two. Or some geth. That'd just make it perfect. Except he's operating with an unknown team - which wouldn't be new either, given the state of the galaxy these days, the state of Palaven.]

[But working with other turians was one thing. These are humans, mostly, who apparently haven't even heard of Reapers. Or Collectors. Or geth, or hell, even Council Space itself.]

[Some others have crouched over a bloodstain - red, could be anything from batarian to quarian to human. He's suddenly very glad he came out of that... goo... with his rifle. Part of him wants to keep quiet, get this over with, but another part of him just can't help but glance over at his nearest companion.]


So... rats with tentacles. Sounds familiar. Ever heard of a rachni?

[Why yes, the tall individual in silver armor and... well. Decidedly alien face just said that. To whomever happens to be nearby.]


3) pitching in
[Where there's an armory, there's guns.]

[And where there's guns, there's a certain spiky alien available to calibrate them. Granted, it isn't exactly the best situation. The humans watching like hawks - har har - but he definitely knows what he's doing. Just a quick once over and he offers his brief opinion. Showing his own rifle in example.]

[But since the humans are just so... distrustful, it doesn't last long. He ends up sitting nearby, working on his own arms and armor with what little he can pick up to do so. Scanning with the omnitool, occasionally muttering to himself.]


You know, horror vids feel friendlier than these humans. And they always make my people the bad guys.


(( canon point is ME3, but until Legendary comes out I've only got ME2 icons, please bear with me... ))
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[personal profile] atrociously 2021-05-02 07:45 am (UTC)(link)
[Dimitri has no idea one way or the other if that's really the best way to drink coffee... But the guy seems fine, so it's okay, right!]

Yes, I have. Tea is quite popular where I'm from. [With nobles mostly, but the professor sure does love inviting just about everyone to tea...] I'm partial to chamomile myself for how it smells.
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[personal profile] bestaround 2021-05-02 10:07 am (UTC)(link)
Huh.

[ A brother. He's met those that tend and care to animals before, but 9S doesn't recall anyone who had this close of a bond. Most wouldn't have been afforded that luxury to begin with. 9S' gaze falls back to the sniffing wolf, making sure not to fidget his feet while he's down there. There's nothing interesting about that shoe, he could assure you, buddy—and there certainly isn't a human scent to be found. ]

Never seen anything like him before. What is he, anyway?
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[personal profile] trassel 2021-05-02 10:19 am (UTC)(link)
[ But that is what is so interesting. The look and shape and voice of a human, and no scent to go with it...? You're a strange one, the wolf might say, if he had a voice. As it stands, he simply completes his inspection and affords a friendly nuzzle to 9S's hand before his attention turns to the most important thing in the room: the extra food. ]

[ Matthias watches, ready to intervene if Trass gets too playful with the stranger, or too irked by him. ]

An isenulf — bigger and stronger than the wild wolves we have in my country. They're bred specially.