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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.


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[personal profile] baum 2021-05-03 08:05 am (UTC)(link)
[ John hesitates, wondering how much to say. His instinct goes two ways here. He has secrets that have to be kept, there's no doubt about that. He also wants to help, though, and he knows for damned sure he won't be able to help if he's kept back with the medics. ]

I could do it, [ he says, and then breathes out a sigh. ] But with respect, sir, I don't think that's where you want me. I group reliably in less than an inch at 300 yards. I'll go where I'm needed, but if you want to use me for what I can get done, I'm better on guns than first aid.

[ He knows he doesn't look it. Not like this, in civilian clothes, looking like your standard sixteen year old. But it's not about looks, and right now, the why matters more to John than the what. He'll just have to hope Sam feels the same. ]
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[personal profile] baum 2021-05-03 08:10 am (UTC)(link)
[ Stupid. He was so focused on what he was doing that his surroundings went to the dirt. How often has his mother ground that into his head?

His flinch backwards is automatic. His heartbeat skyrockets, and his mouth goes dry. He has to think, hard, to pull that reaction back. If it wanted to kill him, it could have already. Just remember that.

He talks himself into reaching forward to take the ring.
]

Yeah. Thanks. Sorry, I didn't realize you were... [ Metal. A cyborg. A terminator? It doesn't look like one, but they all look different. Could be an upgraded model.

If it wanted to kill him, it could have already.
]
Edited 2021-05-03 08:11 (UTC)
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[personal profile] baum 2021-05-03 08:14 am (UTC)(link)
[ People from different worlds. It's nothing John had expected. Different times, he's used to. Different planets entirely? Not so much. And if someone had asked him about it, he wouldn't have imagined someone from a different planet would look human.

He leans back a little, resting his arms on his knees. Now that he's out of the interrogation room, and no one's come to point another rifle at him, he's calming down. His curiosity is building.
]

I never would've thought that not Earth was an option. [ He takes a breath. ] So. Ravka. Tell me about it?
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[personal profile] needfully 2021-05-03 08:21 am (UTC)(link)
So that's how it is.

[ there are quite a lot of different fighters here, so he believes her easily... it's something to keep in mind as he decides how he will move forward making allies (if any) - that some people here are likely strong in ways he can't yet imagine. ]

Well, with that experience, I expect they'll be asking you to do a lot of heavy lifting around here.
They seem in dire need of people who can take on things like those rats.
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[personal profile] bestaround 2021-05-03 08:30 am (UTC)(link)
[ His jaw sets tight. It wasn't cockiness, but 9S manages to hold his tongue before he actually snaps back with that thought. He can't argue that going in alone was a stupid idea, and normally, he would never think about doing so—but he also can't believe he's about to watch some human just... jump into something as risky as this. ]

I'm not— [ 9S cuts himself short, finishing off with a short, quiet exhale. ] Look, I only—I don't want to see you put into any unnecessary danger, too.

[ It's bad enough there's already a small team down there who very well could be dead. ]
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[personal profile] needfully 2021-05-03 08:35 am (UTC)(link)
[ Illumi takes another sip, before setting the cup down, letting out a ghost of a sigh. ]

Mm, I think it's probably expired. [ His voice is lighthearted, agreeable, despite the frankly disgusting rations they're talking over. All in all, he doesn't seem even a fraction as bothered over the taste as she is, though he doesn't disagree that it tastes... awful. ] But if I had to guess, they're probably just giving us whatever they have left.

[ As in, he doesn't think there's a higher degree of hospitality here, or care for the state of their stomachs. Nor is this an attempt to make them sick on purpose - it's just the unfortunate reality of the food situation here. Her choice of words does make him curious, however: ]

Have you... not tasted coffee before?
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[personal profile] bestaround 2021-05-03 08:46 am (UTC)(link)
[ It's incredibly indignant, born of confusion. 9S couldn't say why he was encased in the slime he's coated in, or why he'd get thrown into a cell. Who were those people? He didn't recognize them as anyone from the Resistance, not that they had any authority to do this to him in the first place.

His pounding does weaken quickly as the minutes roll by, the final one as she interjects into his fit barely impacting the door at all, as if the sheer exhaustion of everything finally caught up to him. She isn't wrong—no one beyond these walls are going to comply with his demands, no matter how much he hollers them, and so tiredly he turns to face her. ]


You think so? [ 9S speaks dryly, but the underlying impatience in his tone isn't exactly directed at her. Quickly, he sizes her up. ] And who're you?
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[personal profile] freightcars 2021-05-03 08:58 am (UTC)(link)
Yeah, well
I have a really good memory, usually, so
Might not be the best person to compare, you're probably normal
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[personal profile] freightcars 2021-05-03 08:59 am (UTC)(link)
Considering where we are right now, maybe you oughtta ask him for a dragon
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[personal profile] freightcars 2021-05-03 09:01 am (UTC)(link)
Never been much of a gambler, but I'd give it a solid 40%
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[personal profile] bestaround 2021-05-03 09:01 am (UTC)(link)
[ Today is her lucky day, because the handful of goop beans him right at the back of his head, effectively cutting his string of yelling off with a strangled noise.

9S spins around on his feet quickly. The scowl on his face may be mostly covered up by the black cloth tied over his face, but his grit teeth certainly aren't. ]


What was that for?!
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[personal profile] freightcars 2021-05-03 09:07 am (UTC)(link)
( That answers that question. Nice to have a conversation without having to have a conversation about that conversation. He appreciates that she makes it easy on him, and it gets his eyes away from his tray properly for the first time. Earns her a slightly more scrutinizing look, with maybe just a hint of empathy hanging out in the corners and the lines of his features.

If you squint.

He maintains that's different than pity. )


He doesn't know yet.

( Stick this down on the list of common misconceptions people seem to have come to about their dynamic: contrary to popular belief, Bucky does not tell Steve everything. He's not Captain America's plucky sidekick, bound by all the laws of comic book honor to be a direct conduit of any and all info that may be relevant to the man with the shield.

Some things, he thinks, Steve is better off not knowing. At the very least, he's better off not knowing until the right time. Seeing as Natasha's death belongs to her, it's up to her to determine what that time is.

By way of further explanation, he adds tiredly: )


Time travel.

( H.G. Wells made it sound way cooler on paper. )
Edited 2021-05-03 09:09 (UTC)
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[personal profile] freightcars 2021-05-03 09:08 am (UTC)(link)
( He doesn't miss the wording — need to because he probably still doesn't. There's a lot to be conflicted about here, but it's on the back-burner in favor of throwing that arm around his back for a plenty solid grip of his own.

His slow exhale says a lot and nothing at all, at the same time. Too much conflict to put into words, and half of it doesn't even matter. Half of it doesn't even need to leave his own brain. The second round of realization that's actually Steve earns another redundant thud against his back, a barely-noticable little shake with his fingers digging into--

Well, digging into goop, because it's goddamn everywhere. )


I'd say you're gonna think I'm nuts, but...

( He says before he even starts retracting. He doesn't go far. Still in elbow-gripping range, because.

You know. It's complicated. )


I'm pretty sure we just hatched twenty minutes ago, so I'm not really sure where we're drawing the line anymore. The short version is... a guy that's also an ant built a time machine with a giant green rage monster that's apparently nearsighted?

( And every single word that just came out of his mouth has taken ten years off of his life. It's... he's tired. It's goddamn absurd. )
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[personal profile] bestaround 2021-05-03 09:16 am (UTC)(link)
[ Without missing a beat: ]

I'll hold you to that.

[ 9S may not be a combat unit, but he's certain a human still couldn't totally compare to someone of his caliber. Well, it wasn't as if he was going to ditch this guy if it ends up he does need to back the pace up, but he won't be terribly happy about it.

That's all he says before 9S makes the jump. It's steep, but nothing he can't handle; though it sounds as if his impact with the ground below hits hard, he still easily rises to his feet, eyes darting around from behind the visor. There's only so far he can see, but for now: ]


Looks clear.
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[personal profile] needfully 2021-05-03 09:16 am (UTC)(link)
[ Illumi lets himself get pulled along, much like a ragdoll might, considering how unbothered he seems being dangled this way and that. He still seems eerily calm, even in the face of an ability he can't even begin to understand (nen? something else entirely?), and chooses to silently watch the other man zip them across rather than offer any other insight or argument at being told what to do.

But once they reach the other side, Illumi hoists himself up quite easily, his grip on the other's arm tightening as he does so, a hint at the strength that his lanky appearance belies. Again, he ends up ignoring Bruno's command, or at least not offering a verbal response as he gets his feet on solid ground, eyes moving up to survey the situation on this side of the crevice.

There are three scientists, who are outnumbered by these rat beasts two to one. Stupidly (Illumi thinks, at least), the three of them have mostly split up, leaving the lone scientist closest to Illumi and Bruno cornered by three rats. It's very obvious by the way he's begun screaming that he's already been bitten by at least one— which Illumi takes in with a detached expression as he continues to run forward, not looking back to Bruno for a suggestion of what to do. No, Illumi makes a decision for everyone involved by choosing to leave that guy for dead, thinking that strategically, the odds are in their favor if those three stay occupied with that guy. He continues running forward, right past the ongoing carnage. ]


It's too late for him.

[ He calls back to Bruno, matter-of-factly, and he even says it a little bit louder than he was speaking before, just to make sure he gets heard over the sounds of the screams. Then, his arm bends back, and he sends one needle flying in front of them, piercing a rat that's bounding towards them right in the center of it's grotesque maw. It doesn't kill it, but it certainly does something, with the way it falls to the ground, squealing and writhing in pain, incapacitated. From the sound of it, others are running towards them, too— as Bruno surmised, these beasts did hear them— but it gets darker the farther they run in, making it more and more difficult to see exactly where the sounds are coming from. ]
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[personal profile] fossils 2021-05-03 09:19 am (UTC)(link)
[ Yeah, probably a little splat between them...

He lets Bucky untangle them, his body half on auto-pilot because otherwise he'd give it a few more seconds before breaking off, his eyebrows drawn up together again as tries to parse all of that. ]


Scott? He helped us out in Germany... [ 2016 Germany, not '44. But as far as anyone on his side knew Scott was on the list, no one'd heard from him in three weeks. Not even his kid.

Near-sighted green rage monster is just... getting packed away for now.

(you're supposed to be gone, he won't remember that til later, either)

Hatching. Time travel.

There's strands of goo between their chests where they'd met, thin connecting threads that pull apart and drip back down.

Christ. Okay.

The ground's uneven but he seems like he's catching his footing, slowly but surely. He pulls in a breath, holds it with his lips parted for a second as he gathers his questions. ]


How long ago? [ Did it all happen? ]
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[personal profile] freightcars 2021-05-03 09:25 am (UTC)(link)
( He nods at Scott. Yeah, he remembers the airport, he just didn't remember the name Scott. Also, frankly, it was more about the delivery.

Doesn't bother hiding the obvious concern still written in the tired lines of his face. It's gotta be a hell of a lot to process, staring at it from the other side. Not knowing it was ever gonna get put right again. Makes his own grievances look petty, that's for damn sure. )


Few months, for me. I don't know how long it's been for you, but... they're calling it the blip. ( Don't look at him, he didn't name it. ) It lasted five years, for everyone that wasn't...

( A shrug.

You know. Dust. )
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[personal profile] bestaround 2021-05-03 09:32 am (UTC)(link)
[ That Nier comes from a world where technological advancements aren't commonplace beyond an old, abandoned factory doesn't cross 9S' mind at all, so he can only wonder: how complicated could it be? That thought aside, he does oblige: ]

Well, androids are built for different reasons, right? [ Just dropping that particular tidbit here, because if he's asking, Nier has to know, wouldn't he? ] So a model number lets you know what kind of build they have and the purpose they serve—but that goes for a lot of other things, too.
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[personal profile] fossils 2021-05-03 09:36 am (UTC)(link)
[ The new wings are something. Not that the old ones weren't impressive. But the design and articulation is on a whole different level.

Gonna have to tell him about Buckabee sometime.

Four years of working together, two of them on the run means they're good at working in tandem, moving in synch. The wings retract and both Leviathan-hid shields go up to protect the three of them from whatever spews out.

When it's over he starts to pull himself up, shaking off the shield with a raised eyebrow toward Sam, the tug of a wry grin beginning at one side of his lips. ]


Junior'd disagree.

[ He can't help letting his smile widen in that moment though, the wordless good to have you back kinda look he keeps giving Sam and a certain mutual friend. It's quick though, because there's still the scientist to look after. The guy's almost conscious enough to sit up, pale as a ghost and torn up from his time in the warren-- but all of his limbs are attached. Steve offers him a small canteen of water with a warning and assurance short sips-- we'll get you back to your people and camp soon. ]
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[personal profile] fossils 2021-05-03 09:38 am (UTC)(link)
[ That concern is finally met with a straightening of his shoulders, the slight lifting of his chin. A flicker of knowing recognition. The good old I'm fine that comes automatic because neither of them do well with the other one worrying, whether they got reason to or not.

Five years in a second. Yeah, maybe you could call that a blip. Not the most important part though.

Five years.

Could hardly process stepping back onto that ship empty handed. Five years is a void.

There's a delayed nod, acknowledging that he heard it right, gaze fixed on Bucky's shoulder. ]


Three weeks. [ he supplies in turn. Counted every day that passed. Felt infinitely longer or shorter depending on when he'd last slept.

His eyes flick up, meeting his gaze again. ]


We get everyone back.

[ No inflection, but it's an ask. ]
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[personal profile] freightcars 2021-05-03 09:47 am (UTC)(link)
( There's a subtle ripple of something across his features — three weeks. No goddamn wonder. He's only barely starting to get his bearings after three months. Just like Steve wears his I'm fine, Bucky wears an I know you're not.

Could leave it at that. Could leave it there. Happy ending, everyone comes back and goes home safe, the end.

Steve wouldn't believe it. That's not how it works. )


There are casualties.

( Frankly. Whether or not he names them, though... not sure if that's his place. If he should. If Steve should know, if it'd somehow... mess things up.

But he's gotta be honest about it.

There are always casualties. If you don't know that, you haven't been in a war. )
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[personal profile] fossils 2021-05-03 09:50 am (UTC)(link)
[ You give him a fairy tale ending all wrapped in a bow and he'll absolutely know this ain't real. Not a damn one of them left behind wouldn't fight til their last breath to fix everything, and considering the way the first fight went down--

There's no surprise at there are casualties.

Closes his eyes again. Goes quiet for a moment.

Not ready for that shoe to drop when the first half's still barely sunk in.

Still has to know. ]


Who do we lose?
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[personal profile] bestaround 2021-05-03 09:56 am (UTC)(link)
[ Frankly, even if they were around, 9S couldn't recommend it as anywhere remotely worth visiting, and it isn't because of the lack of fauna—though it's interesting to think about, if not terribly surprising. There had been enough of a lull in skirmishes that only some things were willing to return, and it prompted 9S to wonder what else had used to be around, back in the days when it were possible to spend his off days shuffling through whatever old records he could find in the Bunker.

The city, in spite of its old, crumbling ruins, might've been a much more beautiful place were it not for centuries of war. He sets those thoughts aside as quickly as they come to him. ]


... Yeah. It's turning out that there's a lot of new things to see here.

[ And all he had to do was get unwittingly dragged into a far-off distant planet. It isn't really how he had wanted these kinds of new experiences to go down. ]
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[personal profile] fossils 2021-05-03 10:13 am (UTC)(link)
[ He raises an eyebrow. ]

The ant hill only has to buy enough time for everyone to figure out how to get home. [ Because he agrees with her. They can't stay here forever, or until that rain finally comes.

A pause, then a raised eyebrow-- because they just hatched out of eggs together a week ago-- why the hell not at this point: ]


You know anything about time travel?

[ Talking about futures and all. ]
Edited (I reread this at a normal hour and needed to reword, sorry!) 2021-05-03 19:56 (UTC)
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[personal profile] freightcars 2021-05-03 10:15 am (UTC)(link)
Steve, I don't...

( He starts out reluctantly, clearly hedging. Doesn't get the opportunity to finish before there's a sudden rapping along the bars. A guard drags a spear across it like the world's worts xylophone.

"You two," he says, and after a beat points to another couple. "And you. You shower first. Come on."

He exchanges a look with Steve, lips pressing into an unhappy line.

...Followed by a glance down at his own body and then up again, saying without words: goo, Steve. Goo.

He's not a fan. Not that he wants to follow orders from people keeping him captive, but... wouldn't mind a god damn shower if he's gotta be in a cell at all. )