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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.


striker: (pic#6615096)

[personal profile] striker 2021-05-01 06:37 am (UTC)(link)
There is a steadiness about the boy that Herc is too old to be comforted by. Instead, he thinks about how people come to stillness and strength, and decides to respect the way it lives in him.

"Understood. Take care he doesn't get bit. We don't know if bastards are venomous." A human can understand why pain happens. They can control it. No matter how loyal an animal is, they can still go rabid.

"Call me Hansen."
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[personal profile] unclesam 2021-05-01 06:40 am (UTC)(link)
Thought about sending Redwing.

[ It's true, he did. The moment he'd spotted Bucky across camp, Sam's thoughts had admittedly gone to 'how do I mess with him' instead of 'oh thank god'. ​]

Ain't got anything to repair him with in case any bionic grumpy cats swipe at him, though.

[ Sam comes to a halt by the rock, arms crossed and brows slightly furrowed as he glances off past the protection of the wings. He's itching to spread his and just scan the perimeter, but... he's not exactly all that hot on testing how vibranium fares against acid. ]
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[personal profile] freightcars 2021-05-01 06:43 am (UTC)(link)
( Much as he might've liked a warm reception after how stupid things have gotten for him back home, he can tuck that away. Drops his hand, shifts back into mission mode, because yeah, there are some higher priorities to parse here. He gets it. He can stow his whole thing for later.

(Even if he doesn't understand how in the hell Steve's here right now. Pit stop on his permanent vacation, maybe.)

He answers on an exhale. )


I don't know.

( And in an exasperated, slightly louder, more deliberately pointed voice he twists to aim at the bars — )

Apparently they're hard of hearing.

( He knows they're not. He also knows they speak English, he heard them talking to each other as they drug him in. Another discontented exhale, and he turns his attention back to Steve. )

They're not telling anybody anything.
dissemblance: (pic#14842326)

field work

[personal profile] dissemblance 2021-05-01 06:44 am (UTC)(link)
Age before beauty.

her tone is playful, mouth quirked up at one corner as she sweeps a hand out in a classic 'please precede me' gesture. unafraid. she introduced herself to him at the war table and that was that. the rest has been mostly silence — natasha has in fact weathered the entire trek like a soldier — spycraft has its uses, but it doesn't help you half so much when your enemies are mindless, ravenous alien fauna.

she's dressed for a fight. black body armour, guns, batons. suited up and ready for war. the one she left behind is on her mind, but rather like her companion she's choosing not to focus on it. people to save. that's the step she has to take.


I'll watch your six. Try not to step in anything you wouldn't want to share a bunk with.

hope you like some banter, jack, because you're in for it.
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[personal profile] freightcars 2021-05-01 06:45 am (UTC)(link)
Thought about that myself
Call me a pessimist, but I see this going one of two ways
1 - we make ourselves useful, and they take advantage of it
2 - we're dead weight, so they push us out of the nest and we're on our own

neither one is great, but the first one's better than the second one
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[personal profile] restoral 2021-05-01 06:46 am (UTC)(link)
Smart choice.

[ There's a bit of a smile settling over his face despite itself when he hears the familiar voice, but it's much more a giveaway that the tension in his back loosens just a little under his clothes. It might look like shifting to most people, but maybe not so much to someone who's watched Bucky's back. ]

I told them not to replace that stupid thing, but they wouldn't listen.

[ It's a lie and Bucky is a terrible liar. ]
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basecamp

[personal profile] dissemblance 2021-05-01 06:48 am (UTC)(link)
she's not used to people aware of her approach, and she cocks her head to one side. studying his back. can't assume human, not like this. could be any number of things starting at psychic and working its way through the various assortment of possibilities.

(aliens, robots, wizards)

finally, she gestures faintly with her chin to the memorial board. she's tired of them, but they serve a purpose. something to avenge.


That's a little maudlin for such a happy place.

truth is, it's still a step up from some places she's been.
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[personal profile] fossils 2021-05-01 06:52 am (UTC)(link)
[ His gaze flicks up from his work, nearly sticking himself with the point of the needle to boot. Eyes go a bit wide in recognition, disbelief, a wary brand of hope flashing one after the other and mingling across his features when he finally gets his mouth working. ]

Haven't walked through any walls yet.

[ Should be a joke, except he ain't smiling yet. He pulls in a breath, both eyebrows raising. The needlework's been abandoned on the bench he'd been working at. ]

Buck?

[ You wanna tell him you're not a ghost so he can stop looking at you like one? ]
unclesam: ((141))

the hatchening

[personal profile] unclesam 2021-05-01 06:53 am (UTC)(link)
Yeah, very funny.

[ It comes out dry and flat, but not exactly sharp. Familiar in the way Sam's voice is when they trade barbs, but decidedly less sharp than it would have been weeks ago.

His arms are crossed, as they are wont to do in concentration, though the way he cocks an eyebrow is more casual than tense. ​]


Raft was more comfortable than this joint.
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@dostoevsky

[personal profile] dissemblance 2021-05-01 06:53 am (UTC)(link)
I think you might have hurt its feelings.

the ai. obviously. also, don't think she hasn't drawn those very nuanced connections. )
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[personal profile] trassel 2021-05-01 06:54 am (UTC)(link)
'You heard him, Trass.' And the wolf huffs.

It is one more of the easy conversations he's had in this place. But everything seems so much more understandable without the earthquake that is Nina — even the dragon they now inhabit is friendly to Matthias.

(It should be buried, he thinks. If it were not futile to try, by now.)

'I am Helvar,' he says, offering his last name, and a brisk nod. Somewhere, far away, people called this man sir. He sees it. 'Are you used to this terrain?'
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[personal profile] unclesam 2021-05-01 06:58 am (UTC)(link)
Nobody in their right mind listens to you.

[ Yeah, right. Sam knows himself well enough to admit that he's a fool, but he's not an idiot by a long shot. And he's pretty sure if he had a direct line to Wakanda in any way, they'd be happy to dish up the details on just how much bile was sitting in Bucky's throat when he asked for the inclusion of this particular drone.

Good to see the tension bleed from the guy a little, though. ]


So. I'll play ball and admit I'm no longer insisting on separate vacations. But I'm choosing to blame the resulting destination on you.
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[personal profile] trassel 2021-05-01 06:58 am (UTC)(link)
[ Heh. Maybe. This man may seem casual but Matthias sees too quickly where the lines can become solid. At least he's not dealing with someone incapable. ]

[ His expression turns briefly rueful, thinking of Nina. He sheathes the knife. ]

Yes. And I am fast.

[ He says, matter of factly. Then, with a lighter edge, ]

Faster than you.
restoral: ([famira]rAdOidu)

[personal profile] restoral 2021-05-01 07:01 am (UTC)(link)
[ It's a little funny. The last time he'd seen Steve, he'd been an old man, but Bucky's not exactly an expert on time travel, let alone what makes a guy claw his way out of a slime egg on another planet. Maybe this isn't even his Steve. Maybe that would be easier. ]

That's what my friends call me.

[ The smile he's flashing down at Steve doesn't quite meet his eyes. They're a little wet and he isn't prepared for how he'll react if he's called on that. ]

Since when do walls stop you? The real question is if the wall's still there after you walk through it.
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[personal profile] trassel 2021-05-01 07:03 am (UTC)(link)
[ Worse and better. Understandable metrics. The familiarity of this world they've been hatched into is still new-settling, new enough to be raw. ]

This is Trassel.

[ It's hard to describe, further, what he is — a brother, a friend, the other half of Matthias himself. But the isenulf has drawn looks and questions since his appearance, he's clearly not native to this world. ]

He came with me. Was anyone with you?
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[personal profile] freightcars 2021-05-01 07:03 am (UTC)(link)
( Can't say he's not a little relieved to hear a more genial tone coming from Sam after that spat they had. Not that he's gonna admit it out loud any time soon. Still feels like a relief, even if he is still pissed.

He'd rather stew quietly, you know. Really repress it all down.
)

Are we about to have a who's been in the worse prison contest? I'm usually not a gambling man, but...

( Twenty bucks says he's got this one in the bag. )
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[personal profile] freightcars 2021-05-01 07:05 am (UTC)(link)
( so, he's not thinking 'ah yes, this is surely the dead russian spy my friend was friends with' when he reads the name.

earns a mild squint, but we're moving right along here.
)

I'll start working on my apology speech
you think quoting Jesus is too much?
restoral: ([famira]BeUxZ8F)

[personal profile] restoral 2021-05-01 07:08 am (UTC)(link)
[ Bucky finally looks at Sam and it's to glare daggers at him. ]

You got me, Sam. I thought you were having too nice a time and figured I'd ruin it by stranding us both on another planet with my egg powers. I never told you about them before, because I didn't think you could handle the truth.

[ Maybe he really will break stupid Redwing just to teach Sam a lesson, because Bucky has so many regrets right now. He used a favor he shouldn't have even asked for and what did he use it for? Sam's weird sexual attraction to his pet drone. ]
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[personal profile] restoral 2021-05-01 07:10 am (UTC)(link)
Maybe.

[ Bucky teases, but he doubts the guy's faster unless he's super-humanly fast. ]

For now we'll both just have to be fast enough, but maybe later we can get a friendly wager going.
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[personal profile] unclesam 2021-05-01 07:11 am (UTC)(link)
Yeah, not a competition I'm aiming to win, man.

[ Sam reaches up, rubs his face. At least Bucky's not teasing him about losing the shield immediately. And the new wings. And suit. Even Walker had a longer stint than Sam as Captain America. His new calling is off to a great start.

Speaking of... ]


Bets on Walker showing up, though?
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yuuta okkotsu | jujutsu kaisen

[personal profile] recursive 2021-05-01 07:14 am (UTC)(link)
( ooc: i will conform to either brackets or prose! )

i. return to the scene of the slime
( ever since he had managed to struggle through his enervation and fumble his way through the thin membrane of the alien egg he'd awoken in (and subsequently been dragged off to alternating confinement and interrogation for a few days), he'd wanted to go back. with such a bizarre occurrence, of course he wanted to have another look around. after days of being questioned, all he has are questions, and none of them were getting satisfactorily answered just wandering around through the camp. where are they? how did they get there — and why did it involve a big, gooey eggsack? for what purpose were they here in the first place?

really, yuuta doesn't expect to find much, but it seems as good a place as any to begin.

dried blue ooze coats the floor; he is careful in the placement of each of his footsteps as he makes his way back into the central chrysalis, and it seems he isn't the only one who had this idea. going off what little he remembers from his strained few minutes here on ethyraia, he's made his way back to the egg he'd woken up in, and someone else is investigating the same space. actually — someone else is picking up something which makes yuuta's eyes go wide. )


Ah - excuse me? ( the item in question that you are holding is a katana, encased in both a sheath and a case which could be slung over one shoulder. ) That's mine. So, if you wouldn't mind...

( feel free to doubt him. this kid looks like a stiff breeze would snap him in two. )

ii. rodents of unusual size
a. ( when forming the rescue team, yuuta had silently fallen into rank, seemingly not the type to try to shoulder the mantle of leader. as soon as they arrive to the location of the research team's last whereabouts, however, he shoulders past the other squad members as soon as he sees the first injured man. he takes a knee alongside him, murmuring some questions and assuaging words to him as he grisly sight of what had once been an arm and shoulder. he keeps speaking to him as he lifts a right hand to the wound — anyone nearby with any affinity for magic or the supernatural might see it wreath in bluish-black energy which he applies to the space. it doesn't do anything as miraculous as grow his arm back, but it does staunch the bleeding and begin to knit together the mess of degraded flesh.

to stabilize the injured man was yuuta's priority first and foremost, and when he feels he's done what he can to prevent him from any immediate further injury or death, he stands and returns to the rest of the group. on the way here, there hadn't been much to him or his presence — it wouldn't be odd to think him a fool to come along at all, based on appearance alone — but with the dire situation at hand, his mien changes. he grows serious and, honestly, a little uncanny. )


Going in there without any plan could wind up only putting the scientists in more danger. ( and if that's the case, why had they even come all the way out here? )

b. ( so what does one do in the aftermath of the big fight, valiantly endeavoring to save a group of wayward scientists from certain, bloody death at the teeth (and tentacles?) of a massive colony of space rats?

well, you figure out how to get back in one piece. the road out here had been long, and now that they had to return — through the same acid rain that had stranded these researchers out here in the first place and now with many among their number injured or unable to walk — that road seemed to stretch longer still. with the recovering group huddled under the shelter of an overhanging crag, yuuta studies the people and their supplies with his hand at his chin, mentally working out potential solutions. unfortunately, there aren't many that are terribly satisfactory. even the riskiest plans would still mean slow going returning to the leviathan. )


Rigging some stretchers for those who can't walk would be best, but I don't think we have enough rain shields to protect that kind of surface area... ( it might seem at first that he's just talking to himself, but then he turns to you to rope you into this deliberation. ) It's either that or we carry them on our backs, but that would make it even harder to get around. What do you think?

( leaving them behind doesn't seem to be an option to yuuta. )

iii. wildcard
( anything not encompassed above! feel free to pm me if you want to discuss or work anything out. )
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[personal profile] trassel 2021-05-01 07:16 am (UTC)(link)
[ He's not. Quick enough, for a human, and deadly enough, to kill Grisha. But it hardly matters, a wager sounds fun. He can lose quite graciously. ]

Yes, we can.

[ Nodding to the outside, ]

How are you with this kind of terrain?

[ He spares his rations strictly for Trassel, but is ready to go without, if needed. ]
freightcars: (Rᴇᴀssᴇᴍʙʟᴇᴅ ᴡʜᴇɴ I'ᴍ ᴅᴏɴᴇ)

[personal profile] freightcars 2021-05-01 07:16 am (UTC)(link)
( Solid change of subject — the question earns one short ha; not quite a sincere laugh, but it's not completely lacking in humor either. )

Hundred percent. Hell, I'm expecting him to pop up out of the drain the next time we shower.

( Because Bucky's life is made of pain and suffering, and nothing is more painful right now than having to see that smug jackass face. )
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[personal profile] unclesam 2021-05-01 07:20 am (UTC)(link)
[ Sam meets that glare like he's done a hundred times before. Oh, Bucky's scary alright, when he wants to be, and Sam's not exactly about to poke the bear.

But he's also too reckless to feel cowed.

So what he does is meet the outburst with a frown. ]


Well, shit. We could've just gone to Florida, y'know.

[ He raises his eyebrows, holding that glare, and trying to figure out when they slid from jabs back into barbed wire to trade. ]

You ok? Other than...

[ Sam gestures to their surroundings. ]
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[personal profile] restoral 2021-05-01 07:20 am (UTC)(link)
The acid rain's new to me, but the rest of it doesn't seem too different from what I've dealt with before. More worried about what kind of animals are out in this than rocks and plans.

[ Because anything that can run around in the rain is likely to be tough--maybe too tough to take down easily if they're attacked. ]