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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.


dissemblance: (pic#14842331)

[personal profile] dissemblance 2021-05-03 04:40 am (UTC)(link)
No. The slime. Weirdly did not see the egg coming.
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[personal profile] unfastens 2021-05-03 04:40 am (UTC)(link)
Only the tentacles are dangerous. Avoid close combat. [ it's a curt reply, mostly because he's focusing on crossing this gap. ] Sticky Fingers!

[ Maybe they could jump across, but Bruno wouldn't consider it a certainty, and it doesn't look like his partner had any intentions of doing so, either; it's more sensible to bet on the safer option. At his command, Sticky Fingers slams one fist against its wrist before slinging that arm forward in a punch, sending one hand spiraling forward on a zipline until its knuckles crack against the opposite side of the chasm. Bruno tightens his grip on Illumi's arm, and in a moment, the two of them are sliding across the gap on a zipper as the stump of his wrist rushes to reunite with his disembodied hand on the other side. Of course, hitting the rock face with a punch meant putting a zipper there, too, and once his hand's fastened back into place, it's already gripping the pull tab on the new opening, now zipping them upwards the short distance to the top of the cliffside.

It all happens very quickly, and he offers no explanation once they're across, merely gritting his teeth with the strain of pulling Illumi's weight, too. In spite of everything, he tries to hoist the other man up over the edge of the cliff first, grunting with the effort. ]


They heard that. Let's hurry...!
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[personal profile] psychometries 2021-05-03 04:45 am (UTC)(link)
[ No offense to this printer, but a gaping wound seems like a higher priority right now, so Cal doesn't mind abandoning his task for the moment. It takes a second for him to disentangle himself from the machinery—thankfully, he hadn't starting taking anything inside apart yet, so he doesn't have to worry about keeping track of screws and bolts—and slip his multi-tool back into the pouch attached to his belt.

Once he's free, he comes over to do as instructed, wrapping his hands around the patient's leg to brace their knee. ]


No problem. [ He's a helpful kid who likes to make himself useful, so it really is no problem. ] You're a doctor?
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[personal profile] groza 2021-05-03 04:53 am (UTC)(link)
[ Alright. Hell theory is the front runner. This is absolutely penance. Zoya takes in a deep breath, her knuckles turning white with the strength that she grips her fork before she puts it down, pinching the bridge of her nose between her fingers. ]

Saints. Are you going to act like this every day in this damnable place?
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[personal profile] unfastens 2021-05-03 04:53 am (UTC)(link)
[ he hardly blames the kid for being apprehensive. He also doesn't doubt his prowess, despite being a spindly teen. Some of the most talented gangsters he knows are spindly teens! Bruno notes the katana with a nod, but seems more relieved to hear the latter part. ]

You know first aid? That'll help.

[ he can do a little, himself, but only if people are missing limbs, and even then, he might be too late to really help them without someone else aiding their body in the healing process. ]

Getting in close with them means putting yourself at risk with those tentacles. Don't do anything stupid. [ he doesn't know about curse powers and assumes he's not a Stand user, because why would he be, so Bruno figures Yuuta's going in with nothing but the sword. A little old-fashioned, but it is what it is. ] I'll take the lead. If we're careful, we might be able to avoid fighting them altogether.

[ he can hide them in the walls, provided they hear one coming ahead of time... ]
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[personal profile] groza 2021-05-03 04:57 am (UTC)(link)
It looks like everyone's messages are written on this... device.

[ She is technologically challenged don't @ her. ]

I was searching for others from my country. I have never heard of most of the places people say they're from.
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[personal profile] trassel 2021-05-03 05:00 am (UTC)(link)
[ Ravens are special birds, to wolves. Friends in every instance. It's not what makes him decide on his next words. But it is part of the reason. ]

I am Matthias Helvar. And this is Trassel.

[ He glances down, under the table. If Eivor looks as well, a pair of eyes from a wolf nearly as large as a bear are studying her. ]
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[personal profile] psychometries 2021-05-03 05:04 am (UTC)(link)
[ Please, he isn't a narc!! Your drinking problem is safe with him, Zeta.

He accepts her scrutiny kind of sheepishly, one hand coming up to rub the back of his neck, even though he already knows nobody here has even heard of the Empire. It's just a hard mindset to break out of now—back on Bracca, he tried to be as unobtrusive as possible, preferably to the point of being completely forgettable. He isn't used to having attention on him.

Her joke gets a smile out of him, higher on one side, and he clinks his cup against hers. ]


Cheers works for me.

[ He gamely takes a small sip of his drink, mostly in solidarity, and then goes back to cradling it in his hands. ]

Why, where are you from?
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[personal profile] bestaround 2021-05-03 05:05 am (UTC)(link)
More like any. I think.

[ Maybe if they had ever ventured further out beyond the city ruins, far from where any android or machine ever ventured, it were possible to find them. But if he remembers correctly, 9S recalls reading of how they were extensively hunted down in the distant past, too—at least in their neck of the woods. Who knows? It wasn't until the past year that they began to see a reemergence of birds in the city, either. ]

Might not be their ideal spot, I guess.
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network but she's book canon/kos, un: nazyalensky

[personal profile] groza 2021-05-03 05:06 am (UTC)(link)
Nina.
Are you hurt? Where are you?
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[personal profile] trassel 2021-05-03 05:08 am (UTC)(link)
[ There's power in the word, never. A sense of complete certainty. Would he able to promise this if Jarl Brum were here, baying for her head? Matthias isn't sure he'd be able to kill his brothers to defend her, but he would absolutely get in their way. And she hasn't asked him for such means, anyway. ]

[ His grip on her tightens. Stay here. ]

All of the Second Army is waiting beyond the doors?

[ Despite the sheer gravity of what she's said, a smile flickers on his face. ]
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[personal profile] unclesam 2021-05-03 05:18 am (UTC)(link)
Slow your roll there, Doc. Ain't gonna have you ride the rodents like a cowboy.

[ The quip comes with a bright grin though, and genuine amusement etched into Sam's features, and he knocks a fist on Alex' shoulder lightly. Hardly the unlikeliest person or even humanoid Sam's seen wielding a gun, but it's still good to know there's some more combat familiarity on the field. ]

That's good news, though, genuinely. Care to share what kinda monster rodeos those have been?
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[personal profile] bestaround 2021-05-03 05:19 am (UTC)(link)
[ There's a brief pause, and, despite the visor that hides most of his face, it's fairly evident that the question comes as a surprise to 9S.

He had always liked it when someone considered themselves friendly enough with him that they'd address him with a nickname, but that level of informality hits differently when there's a human involved. A part of 9S feels as if that isn't entirely appropriate for someone like him; the rest of him is starting to wonder if anyone even understands the hierarchy he's always existed under.

But, well... There's a moment of hesitation, then: ]


Erm—it's Nines. Nines works.
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[personal profile] unclesam 2021-05-03 05:27 am (UTC)(link)
Soooo, assuming that Sam here can get his brand new shield and wings out of the eggs - any mod ruling on how Vibranium and alien planet acid rain / rat tentacle acid interact? Would the vibranium components of his gear get damaged, would they be resistent/resistant to a certain point? I don't wanna assume and he's for sure gonna test it in some way sooner or later. Thanks in advance for the input!
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[personal profile] bestaround 2021-05-03 05:30 am (UTC)(link)
[ 9S sure as hell doesn't know, either, except for bad. Even if eating was a necessary activity for him, he's fairly certain this is far from the ideal.

Fortunately, that isn't his problem. 9S follows suit and places his own plate down, giving a cursory glance of the mess hall. There's plenty of people around, so— ]


Could be worth asking.

[ No one wants this to go to waste, he assumes. And then: ]

Oh—right... My name's 9S.
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[personal profile] recursive 2021-05-03 05:30 am (UTC)(link)
( yuuta smiles, though it seems as bit forced. )

Something like that.

( he's still trying to decide how much he's supposed to try to keep things secret here, considering... so many of the rules from home don't seem to apply. regardless, neither they nor the trapped scientists have enough time for yuuta to try to explain reverse cursed energy technique here. it involves math and several diagrams. the simplest way to think about it is: yes, he can heal people, though there are limitations.

funnily enough, missing limbs is one of the things yuuta probably can't fix... with their powers combined, maybe? but, first, they should attend to the rat problem. )


Mhm. Will do. ( really, he seems perhaps a little too blithe about this, or at least when it comes to concern for his own wellbeing, but with what he's dealt with, rats-with-tentacles seem like small fry. he's more concerned with mitigating whatever damage has already been done to the scientists or what might be done to them. )

Lead the way. I'll be right behind you. ( ...and, as he peers into the warren again, a thought that he'd had a moment ago floats back up to the forefront of his mind, so he continues. ) I don't suppose you can see particularly well in the dark? ( he hopes it isn't pitch black... )
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[personal profile] psychometries 2021-05-03 05:33 am (UTC)(link)
[ He cranes his head a little while he pores over the image, honing in on a set of gears that looks like they might have jammed. He's so focused that it takes him a second to absorb... a lot of information that gives him a second pause, including among other things, dire tasks, and energies and resources.

Finally, he settles on: ]


Energies?
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[personal profile] dragonwarder 2021-05-03 05:34 am (UTC)(link)
[The show of respect (or, at least, the attempt) is not lost on Daenerys. She eyeballs her momentarily, a suggestion that she had perhaps chosen the wrong address, but relaxes just enough to indicate that she does not plan on pressing the issue.

A smile crosses her features -- tired, and perhaps a bit ingenuine.]


Just as I have not heard head nor hair of Ravka, or Os Alta.

[Alina has made it clear she does not intend to hassle her as the guards and locals have, so she settles back down in a seated position, smoothing her hands over her legs in an attempt to appear calm.]

I do not suppose you've heard any other names of interest?
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[personal profile] psychometries 2021-05-03 05:36 am (UTC)(link)
You probably haven't heard of Coruscant then, huh?

[ And if she hasn't heard of Coruscant, he's willing to bet real credits that she isn't from his galaxy. ]

Have you actually been able to find anyone from your country?
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[personal profile] recursive 2021-05-03 05:36 am (UTC)(link)
( humans aren't very durable, no, and if he were completely devoid of his cursed energy, this would be a very dangerous proposition for a flimsy little teenager like yuuta. with it, though... well, 9S will probably see! as it is, though he seems to have a sort of nebulous nervousness to him that's more inherent to his usual mien than specific to this situation, he seems confident enough.

they'll just have to trust that they aren't allowing one another to walk into the jaws of certain death. simple as that!

yuuta nods. )
Alright. ( he says in assent.

he extends an arm toward the horrible hole in the ground, hand opening in welcoming gesture. )
After you. ( a brief pause. ) Don't feel the need to slow yourself down. I'll be able to keep up.
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[personal profile] cryptoherpetology 2021-05-03 05:40 am (UTC)(link)
[ He chuckles at the image. ]

My specialization is in reptiles, [ and the look he gives their surroundings suggest he's itching to start documenting everything about the Leviathan ] but I've dealt with everything from manticore in rural Ohio to werewolves in the Australian outback. Also, you know... the usual things you'd find in the Australian outback.
[ If the phrase "fuck around and find out" were an ecosystem, Alex figures it would probably look a lot like Australia. ]
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[personal profile] fortyforged 2021-05-03 05:40 am (UTC)(link)
[If Banshee has any concerns he certainly doesn't show it, although he's had a thoughtful sort of expression, as much as his metal face can muster, the closer they seem to get to the scientists. The trail they've found doesn't exactly bode well, but the old Exo remains calm as he follows after the boy. The weapons he carries aren't nearly as subtle as Cal's lightsaber, which is saying something, really. The sword on his back resembles more of a slab of a circuit board than a weapon, the scout rifle he carries slung over a shoulder much more practical-looking.

He looks to be considering Cal's blade of light before he realizes the boy's attention's on him in turn, and it's hard to miss that look. Banshee grunts with a nod, following after, his hand resting on his gun. They're getting close. For better or for worse.
]
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[personal profile] cleaningsolutions 2021-05-03 05:42 am (UTC)(link)
[Some kind of ecologist, Doc tells her, which she could have worked out herself, but Mops doesn't say that. She knows that according to every evaluation, cured humans generally aren't as intelligent as the original version. She's been gauged repeatedly as "very bright, for a human" and that's not all on her assistive AI, but she doesn't know how she rates against non-feral humans and doesn't want to turn out lacking.]

I do pest control sometimes, but that's a bit of a different field. Typically when unauthorized lifeforms start propagating out of control on a spaceship they don't have any... they're common and probably also invasive.

Though, Captain Dance of the Sugarplum Fairies did try to cultivate an endangered form of barnacle in her quarters on the EMC Guinea Worm, and the larvae got past a hole in the filters. I never served there but I've heard the stories.
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[personal profile] dragonwarder 2021-05-03 05:50 am (UTC)(link)
[She had recognized Jon, of course -- but the relief he showed her was difficult to reciprocate despite the sudden loosening she can feel in her lungs. Still raw from the death of Missandei, now confined to a cell and without Drogon -- it only barely registers that he's said something to her that does not quite make sense.

There is a tiredness in her eyes that echoes down to her soul. For a time, she just holds his eyes and allows herself to comfort herself with the knowledge that he is there. That she hadn't quite lost everything yet.]


Who told you?

[The guards? She had not guessed that they knew very much of her, or the relationships she kept. But if they did, it would make sense for them to try and reassure Jon that she was out of his way.]
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[personal profile] recursive 2021-05-03 05:57 am (UTC)(link)
( yuuta's thought about how much to keep things like curse spirits and jujutsu under wraps here. obviously, it's very hush-hush back home, but here... they are literally inside the corpse of a dragon? it seems like they're Well Past That.

and given present circumstances, curses are the least of their worries. )


Kind of like a ghost, yeah!
Though not necessarily the spirit of someone who's passed on.


( sometimes they are, though... yuuta has a lot of personal experience with that. (': )

Most of the time it's more like... negative energy which forms together into a monster.