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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.


restoral: ([malagraphic]LkAI72A)

[personal profile] restoral 2021-05-03 06:01 am (UTC)(link)
[ A pause while Bucky considers his answer. It's been a long time, but his memories are sharp enough now. He shrugs a little, a half-smile growing on his face. ]

Well I did have a sister, so I can try to remember.
silentends: (Default)

[personal profile] silentends 2021-05-03 06:03 am (UTC)(link)
[That awkward pause was noticeable even to him.]

Nines? Okay then, Nines it is.

[When Nier says it out loud he thinks it sounds more natural than saying 9s. They haven't known each other for very long but he's pleased to be an acquaintance. Nier enjoys the company of others as well. He makes a brief smile. ]

I don't know about anything too complicated like model designations. Can you tell me about it?
restoral: ([famira]7zJMDJS)

[personal profile] restoral 2021-05-03 06:04 am (UTC)(link)
You know I actually might miss talking to Zemo right now.

[ He doesn't. He really doesn't. Zemo showing up here is about the last thing he'd want to deal with on top of everything just like how Sam is probably the first person he'd thought of when he'd thought about who's left at home.

Not that Sam will ever know that.
]

But I'll be sure to tell the Wakandans that you think one of them is inferior.
restoral: ([famira]9C0Sb9r)

[personal profile] restoral 2021-05-03 06:10 am (UTC)(link)
[ Bucky's never really had to think about arm maintenance aside from his two years in the run. Before, HYDRA had taken care of it and then he hadn't one for a while. Now, he's had Wakanda to fall back on if anything goes wrong. ]

The arm is fine.

[ He really has no idea, but if it's not actively malfunctioning then he's got bigger things to worry about for now. If he finds a mechanic who seems capable, he'll breath easy, but until then he's gone without an arm before and he'll be fine if he really has to again. ]

Are arms like this normal where you're from?
thearchangel: (Ceiling Reaper?)

[personal profile] thearchangel 2021-05-03 06:13 am (UTC)(link)
[Part of him almost does a double-take. Just how sheltered are these people that they don't know what a turian is? Do they... really not know? Or is this some kind of joke?]

[If there's humor in that human's look, he can't see it. He'd thought he was better at reading them by now.]


Turian. [A beat.] You do know what turians are... right?

[Maybe it is a joke.]
restoral: ([svalbard]264)

[personal profile] restoral 2021-05-03 06:13 am (UTC)(link)
next you're going to tell me you've never lived inside a giant dragon before.
trassel: (32.)

smh

[personal profile] trassel 2021-05-03 06:14 am (UTC)(link)
[ There are poisons that can be laced into gloves, movements that in a half-second can turn what is a friendly conversation into an act of war. And Brekker was waiting. His gaze is unblinking, but he won't find its intensity unmatched. Matthias has no fear of their ilk. In fact, it is better to meet as such, than to be confused and misled by friendly questions. ]

[ Caution and curiosity balance. Trass sniffs at the fingertips, and the back of the glove, then lets out a soft, satisfied noise. He will not investigate the pockets or the boots, though both are a temptation. ]

Kerch.

[ Nina's words, it's a bit much for you. Maybe. But they hadn't been going there; he has little need of her mediation for one man. ]

And what do you want, Brekker?
northerndragon: the terrible things that happened to you didn't make you. you always were. (i am who i am - animated)

[personal profile] northerndragon 2021-05-03 06:14 am (UTC)(link)
[A puzzled little frown.]

Rey. But I already knew. I knew when I couldn’t send you a message. I didn’t see you in the Volary... or anywhere else in the Aerie. Not ever.

[He hesitates before adding,]

— I’ve missed you.

[More than that — the feeling he had at losing her, and the feeling he has at seeing her again — it wouldn’t be right to say. But maybe it’s in his look.]
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unclesam: ((116))

[personal profile] unclesam 2021-05-03 06:16 am (UTC)(link)
Hey, speaking of the Wakandans.

[ Yeah if Bucky expectes that grin to get any less shit eating, he's got another thing coming. ]

How much did it hurt you to ask them for Redwing?

[ Maybe he'll teach Redwing to chirp.

Maybe he'll teach Redwing to chirp 40s era music melodies.

Just as soon as he can find a way to figure out how those sound.

Might just stick with Marvin Gaye. ]
restoral: ([famira]O1LdxCn)

[personal profile] restoral 2021-05-03 06:17 am (UTC)(link)
[ Bucky matches his volume. ]

Just military tracking. Not hunting.

[ People and vehicles, not animals. He's never been much of a hunter-type, even if he's had to catch and eat things in a few desperate times. ]

I was in a unit, mostly, but I've also worked alone. Does Trassel help?
recursive: (44)

[personal profile] recursive 2021-05-03 06:17 am (UTC)(link)
Hmm...

( he regards what remains of the egg, putting one hand to his chin as he ponders it. looks it up and down. even goes so far as to walk up to it and step inside of it again, though there isn't really much to see here now that it's empty of all of its contents of 1) yuuta and 2) slime.

he does check under and around his feet, though, still seemingly looking for something. it doesn't seem to be in here, though. he tries to suppress the feeling of disappointment and burgeoning worry. )


It might be jumping to conclusions that this is how we got here. We were kept in here, yes — at least until we, um, "hatched" a few days ago — but we could've been taken from elsewhere and brought here before being put in these.

( if that's the case, there won't be much they can learn about getting back home from these. they're just containers; the actual method of conveyance would be something else entirely. )

But! You could be right, and we could find clues here. So we should take a look around, regardless.

( . . . okay, he should go ahead and ask. ) Also, Al - where you found this sword, did you see anything else? ( he steps out of the husk of the egg, glancing around on the floor, trying to see a glint of light off of metal. ) ...A ring, maybe?
thearchangel: (you make my face twitch)

[personal profile] thearchangel 2021-05-03 06:21 am (UTC)(link)
[What.]

[What the hell.]

[Why is there a synthetic here, why does it look like that - is it wearing pants? Legion never wore pants. EDI probably should have. His whole face twitches slightly, and he forces himself to keep his hand from going to his rifle. Three years ago, he wouldn't have hesitated. Three years around the Normandy Crew, around the various new things they learned about the galaxy...]

[Changes a person.]

[Still, he's a little more clipped than he would have been with one of their synthetic crewmates.]


Oh, beyond bad news. Like if a rat and a bug were crossbred by a crazy scientist in a mountain lab, and given mind-melding powers.
trassel: (22.)

[personal profile] trassel 2021-05-03 06:22 am (UTC)(link)
[ Matthias hums in acknowledgement. ]

Yes. We're not meant to work separately, but it may happen, depending on the prey.

[ A beat, and, ]

You have served for a long time.
dragonwarder: (pic#13915702)

[personal profile] dragonwarder 2021-05-03 06:23 am (UTC)(link)
[Daenerys observes Matthias and his wolf briefly as he complies, nodding in understanding.]

Then you may want to consider keeping your distance for a moment.

[The expulsion of air from a dragon's mouth was never guaranteed to be safe -- whether it was scalding steam or fire, there was always a danger that came with it. Perhaps once she is certain he is healthy, she will have a moment to marvel at how much ... smaller he seems.

She clears his nostrils first. The dragon's head still makes her seem a dwarf in comparison. They immediately flare, a harsh gurgling sound filling the chamber as Drogon begins to cough up a mixture of steaming bile and blue fluid onto the ground. All the while, Daenerys worriedly hovers just a few paces away.

No fire, thankfully.]
trassel: (09.)

[personal profile] trassel 2021-05-03 06:25 am (UTC)(link)
...None?

[ Now that's a world difficult to imagine, and frankly, not one he wants to live in. (Even if he may be headed there, to green pastures, where it will be difficult to hide what kind of companion he has. Assuming Trass can come at all.) ]

It's possible. [ A beat, and a nod, ] Now you have met one.
fortyforged: (Yep)

[personal profile] fortyforged 2021-05-03 06:34 am (UTC)(link)
[Banshee doesn't seem to notice. His metal features change slightly, a shifting of plates here and there, the slight shuttering of his optics, a suggestion of a frown as the Turian explains.]

No kidding.

[His response is frustratingly calm for what he's just heard described to him.]

Guess we're lucky the bug and mind-melding parts were left off for these critters then.
recursive: (50)

[personal profile] recursive 2021-05-03 06:42 am (UTC)(link)
( the stranger holds the sword with a warm sort of familiarity — even if he didn't have the katana at his own waist, yuuta would have been able to tell from just this that he knew how to wield the weapon properly. the casual ease of someone who regarded the weapon as an extension of themselves; there's something about it that always reminds him of maki and how simultaneously brutal and graceful she had been in every movement she had made when yuuta could barely hold his sword properly.

the man turns to set him in the corner of his eye, and yuuta jolts to stand up a little bit straighter, as if he had to appear deserving enough to ask for his weapon back. )


Ah. Yes.

( a name...? this seems to stump him. he thinks about it for a long moment before continuing with an answer. )

I... I'm not sure. If it does, I wasn't told it.

( the staff at the tokyo jujutsu high tend to give him... um, the more disposable swords of their collection, considering how many he's shattered by accidentally overloading them with cursed energy. oops!! )
figlia_morbida: ([can you believe this shit nancho])

eats a whole raw potato to recover from rp anxiety also: wild card

[personal profile] figlia_morbida 2021-05-03 06:43 am (UTC)(link)
[Let's rewind back to when everyone was hatching like really goopy baby birds, and Bruno was likely quietly disconcerted by it.

But Trish?

Trish screams upon regaining consciousness, as if the universe decided that waking up as Mista wasn't traumatizing enough for her, and chose now to go down a route that is entirely and utterly disgusting on levels she hadn't thought possible! The slime is warm and viscous, matting her hair and making her clothes heavy and sticky and, and...!

She hates it! She utterly hates it! She kicks up a huge fuss all the way to the holding cell, because as weak as she feels she is still willing and able to complain loudly enough to get her point across to anyone who can hear.

Once deposited with the rest of the hatchlings, Trish retreats to a corner away from everyone else, miserably slinging muck onto the floor (less than mindful of who it might hit), grousing:
]

Whoever put me in that egg is going to pay with their life! Look at me, look at this! I'll never complain about being a boy again, at least they were dry!

[That's it. Her best compliment to Mista is that he wasn't lathered in slime.

She's also a tad teary as she says this. Absolutely miserable lass here...doesn't it break your heart, Bruno?
]
dragonwarder: (pic#13915699)

[personal profile] dragonwarder 2021-05-03 06:51 am (UTC)(link)
[His puzzled frown is reciprocated. Was Jon already making friends? She shouldn't be surprised -- especially now]

Whom?

[Along with the exhaustion in her voice, there is some mild irritation...but when he confesses that he had missed her, it seems to evaporate from her expression.

Something else was going on here, she is almost sure ... but hearing that is a small balm, at least.]


I do not know how long I was in that .... whatever it was.
trassel: (14.)

[personal profile] trassel 2021-05-03 06:53 am (UTC)(link)
[ A brisk nod, as he gives her and Drogon space. Trass has cleared most of the onlookers mostly by size alone, although a medic is worriedly hanging around, gesturing to Daenerys. A quick conversation and she too, hovers at an invisible boundary. All of them, waiting, watching the dragon. ]

[ — it's a sight to behold. The creature is clearly not at its full impressive capacity, but that means little, when it is right there in front of him, even if it's coughing up that disgusting goo. ]

[ He gets another towel, holding it out wordlessly. ]
figlia_morbida: ([promises promises])

one!

[personal profile] figlia_morbida 2021-05-03 07:08 am (UTC)(link)
[Trish is sitting miserably in her own little corner when 9S gets unceremoniously tossed in, and she would leave him to his own devices...but when he pounds at the door like that, he starts slinging his own slime around?

And she has been trying so hard to extricate herself from it, that when her shoulder is splattered with a just a smidge of what has quickly become the bane of her existence, she loses her own cool.

So she scoops up a decent glob of goop from the gelatinous puddle she's been building, and chucks it right at the back of his head. Is she a good aim? That remains to be seen. If not, it'll make an awful noise when it hits the cell door, like a wad of meat hitting linoleum.
]

Not only are you annoying, you're making this mess worse than it already is!

[SHE'S NOT HELPING EITHER IN THIS CASE BUT. Feel her teenage girl fury!]

Ugh!
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northerndragon: (hypothermia - what about MY QUEEN?)

[personal profile] northerndragon 2021-05-03 07:12 am (UTC)(link)
[This deepens his puzzlement. She and Rey had been close. Like sisters, and like sisters, they had fought. So at first, he only answers her question with a quizzical look of his own.]

No. I don’t either. Don’t know why I was there, or how, or for how long.

[He opens his mouth to ask if she’s all right, then closes it. Of course she isn’t. And she wouldn’t want to be told that she looks fragile.]

But it’s good to see your face... even in a place like this.

[He is weak and weary, and everything he’s ever wanted to say to her threatens to come pouring out of his mouth. But this isn’t the time or the place, and it wouldn’t be a kindness. It might never be. So he holds it back, just as he had been doing back in New Amsterdam.]

How long have they been holding you here?

[- Her hair is so much longer than it had been the last time he saw her.]
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unclesam: ((68))

wildcard

[personal profile] unclesam 2021-05-03 07:17 am (UTC)(link)
[ Last he'd seen her, she was still blonde all the way back in Wakanda. Two years on the run together, only to feel his body fall to dust on a Wakandan breeze, with nothing but the distant roll of an oncoming storm in his ears; too fast to really process the sensation, but not nearly fast enough to not become aware of it.

Then returning to learn 5 years were gone, and Natasha was just not there anymore. Died on a far away planet to save them all, with no funeral or memorial the likes of which they'd put on for Stark, save for the panic attack he had about losing her and Steve and 5 whole years in the private darkness of a hotel room back in DC.

He'd subsequently thrown himself into contracting with the Air Force again, throwing himself into the winds to dig a grave for those he lost and the deafening solitude he welt in their absence within his own chest. As a counsellor, he knew that was a bad idea.

But then, he wasn't ethically bound to counsel himself, and therefore had no one to judge him for it but something quiet shivering between his ribs.

It's not unusual to see a flash of red hair and think of Natasha. Sometimes he sees tall men with blonde hair and thinks of Steve, or dark blondes with freckles who bring Riley back to his mind. They never quite leave his mind.

Except this time what grief puts in his eyes from across the distance doesn't fade with the blink of an eye, and Sam finds himself stalking across the camp grounds under the shield of an outstretched wing - aliens and wizards, and Barnes can choke on that - to grasp the readheaded woman by the shoulders.

And when he does, confirming it's a familiar face he's seen every day for the past two years and grieved for 6 months, well...

Natasha will have to forgive him, but Sam Wilson is going to press a choked 'shit' into the silence, and then closes in to fould her into his arms, bending down to put his head on her shoulder. He'll let her go the moment she pulls back. ]
figlia_morbida: ([comfort zone])

field work!

[personal profile] figlia_morbida 2021-05-03 07:23 am (UTC)(link)
[Trish wouldn't call herself lazy, but being thrust into a mission like this is...well, she can't say she's never been in a life or death situation before, but she spent most of it in a turtle. Regardless, people are in danger, so the good part of her heart wants to make sure they're okay.

She looks up at Alphonse, craning her neck all the way back because he utterly dwarfs her. And yet, his voice is so...small.
]

If you're offering, I won't complain. It would be terribly lopsided if I tried to return the favor myself.

[Ha ha!

Truthfully, Spice Girl could hold it for them both and leave their hands free in case of a crisis, but Trish isn't actually keen to show off her Stand unless it's necessary. It's better if people just think she's an ordinary teenage girl. They can underestimate her at their own peril.

This lad, however, is just walking around in a huge honking suit of armor like he's ready for a 17th century skirmish.
]

You came prepared, didn't you?

[She nods towards, well, all of him. This guy is decked out in the heaviest armor she's ever seen on top of just being huge.]
webshoots: (( face ) something something)

[personal profile] webshoots 2021-05-03 07:56 am (UTC)(link)
[ "are you okay?" that is a fine question, and there's a whole lot of peter that is mentally going "nope", "absolutely not", and "hahaha" at the question, but instead of an immediate verbal response, he gestures vaguely with a hand as if to say: cell, he's still more goopy than he would like to be, and then— ]

Yeah. [ is what he settles on for an answer. it's punctuated by a momentary breath of a pause and he clarifies: ] It's found in — southeast Asia. It kinda smells like—. [ another vague hand wave, again at the cell. like, come on, buddy, it does smell pretty bad, although peter's personal olfactory experiences with encountering durian fruit and being able to accurately compare it to their current situation are a whopping: nil, so please do excuse him if the comparison isn't quite, y'know, right. an attempt was made, and all that.

but now that the important matters have been clarified— ]
I'll be honest, I'm still processing. [ "the whole everything" is the unsaid portion of that. it's not the first time he's woken up someone strange, it's not the first time he's woken up and found himself being held captive, and it's not the first time he's woken up and found himself not quite feeling like himself — all in, he thinks he feels a little flu-y, but that could just be the very discernible lack of his spider sense informing him that this is all very not right. ] I'm pretty sure I had this nightmare when I was a kid, but it featured a little less, ugh, goo and a little more terrifying acid blood.

[ a lingering pause. a glance. an internal debate of: is it rude to ask? yes, probably, so— ]

I'm Peter, by the way.