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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] recursive 2021-05-04 05:05 am (UTC)(link)
Of course.

( similarly on-tempo, said with a blithe smile.

with that, there's little left to be planned.

his partner disappears into the warren's entrance first, and as yuuta steps into the darkness, he accesses his internal reservoir of cured energy — he routes it into a circuit throughout his body, sharpening strength, speed, and reflexes to inhuman keenness. even a human without any inclination toward the supernatural might get a nebulous feeling from him which might cause goosebumps to prickle along their arms, but an android... it's hard to say. that's a question about the human condition — cursed energy is intrinsic to them, but negative emotions aren't just the territory of human beings.

let's save philosophy for another day. 9S hits the ground considerably harder than yuuta might have expected, but so does he; the dirt buckles in a ring around him as he lands in a crouch, similarly rising to his feet afterward. his eyes scan their surroundings, finding the trail of blood. he gestures toward it, where it leads deeper into the tunnels. )


No time to waste, then. Lead the way. ( yuuta will stay right behind him; it looks dark in there. )
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[personal profile] apatheia 2021-05-04 05:10 am (UTC)(link)
That's the goal for androids like me, to one day make Earth safe enough again for humans to return...

[But it's hard to say if they ever will, honestly. She doesn't know. In that post-canon life, she can say at least that the threat of the machine lifeforms has been cleared, but with the Bunker gone, she doesn't know if they even have a way still to communicate with the moon base. They might not ever be able to tell humanity that it's safe to return.]

I don't know. I hope they do, but I can't say for sure. [She pauses for a moment though, thoughtful.] I'm surprised though. You're rather concerned when my world is hardly any of your concern.

[2B doesn't mean that in any judgmental world, but as far as she knows, they're from completely separate and unrelated worlds. Still, he's pretty concerned about there still being life and whether or not humans will be able to return. It's interesting to her since they're practically strangers.]
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adora | she-ra and the princesses of power

[personal profile] swordjock 2021-05-04 05:14 am (UTC)(link)
1 | jailhouse rock.
[ It's not the being taken prisoner part that bothers Adora. The Horde teaches how to respond to hostage situations, and even if she's years removed from her training, she falls back into it easily enough; giving her captors absolutely nothing until she can be sure they aren't related to Horde Prime in some way.

No, it's the waiting that drives her insane. Knowing that every hour, every minute, every second she's here, Glimmer and Bow are stuck on a strange planet without her, desperately looking for fuel for their ship. That Entrapta is alone on said ship, waiting for their safe return. (And Catra... well, she isn't sure about Catra. Not after that last message. But even if she hasn't made the decision to go after her former best friend yet, Adora's chest still aches at the thought of leaving her alone, which should really be all the answer she needs.)

During the first twenty-four hours (besides her refusal to sleep, despite obvious exhaustion), cellmates will be witness to Adora:
- Pacing back and forth, occasionally muttering under her breath and making frustrated noises.
- Punching and kicking the air, hopefully far enough away to not be (too) much of a nuisance to others.
- Attempting to meditate, which lasts all of about five minutes before leaving her even more annoyed than before.
- Finally, as her patience runs out completely towards the end of the first "day", slamming the side of her fist into the cell wall with a loud grunt. ]


Ugh, why is this taking so long? [ A pause, and she winces as pain breaks through the adrenaline; shaking out her hand with a grimace. ] Ow.

2 | out here in the field.
[ At some point during the first hour or so of the trek, Adora comes up beside one of her companions on the walk, using her shield to protect the both of them from the acid rain. It's not an easy thing to hold up the whole way, and she figures they'll be grateful for the rest while she talks. ]

Hey, I'm Adora. I know we didn't exactly get time to choose a leader back there, but I'm used to being in charge of squads like this. So if you need anything, or run into trouble, let me know. Not just on this mission, but back at the base too.

[ She smiles, doing her best to seem reassuring — especially if the other person looks like they need it — and then grows more serious, her voice taking on a clipped, military tone. ]

If you don't mind, I'd like to ask a little more about you. Strengths, weaknesses, that sort of thing. I'm working on a plan, but I need to know what everyone here is capable of.

3 | network; @ grayskull
1. Adora.
2. Etheria. I know it sounds similar to the name of this place, but it's just a coincidence. I think.
3. Bright Moon's fields in the morning. In the Fright Zone, everything smelled like burning metal and garbage. Uh, probably because of all the burning metal and garbage. But the air in Bright Moon smells like flowers, and sunshine, and warmth.
4. A horse. They're so majestic. But I need hands to use my staff, so... are there horses with hands? I'd be a horse with hands.
5. 20, maybe 21. The Horde didn't have birthdays, so I can't really be sure. All that mattered was whether you were ready for active duty.
6. It was okay. Thanks, Cartagen. And anyone else who reads this.

[ Adora is from early season five, Stranded; after landing on the new planet to refuel, but before running into the Star Siblings. This means she is currently not capable of transforming into She-Ra, though anyone attuned to magical power would likely be able to sense a deep reservoir of it inside her still. Happy to match either action or prose, and feel free to wildcard / hmu via pm or at [plurk.com profile] palkia ]
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[personal profile] restoral 2021-05-04 05:17 am (UTC)(link)
[ Bucky gives her the hint of a smile and turns around. It's not the greatest privacy, but Bucky can show a little respect. He knows exactly what a difference it can make. ]

Are you okay other than the smell?

[ She doesn't look injured, but that doesn't always count for much. ]
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[personal profile] restoral 2021-05-04 05:19 am (UTC)(link)
I'm going to pass on both. enough hatching and enough nondescript vans to last two lifetimes at least.
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[personal profile] restoral 2021-05-04 05:22 am (UTC)(link)
I don't know what you're talking about.

[ Nope. Nope nope nope. He's not touching that. It had hurt a lot. A lot because he fucking hates that stupid thing and he hates Sam for loving it so much but he also wants Sam to have all the gear he needs to actually do his job and stay alive, so yeah he'd asked for the stupid drone and he'd do it again and he's also jealous someone else got to break the old Redwing. ]

I didn't do anything. I was just dropping it off.
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[personal profile] cleaningsolutions 2021-05-04 05:26 am (UTC)(link)
['I have no idea what this is,' Mops subvocalizes, mystified by the eye lights. Al cannot be a human in armor. Can he?

Don't ask me. I'm an officer-grade AI, not a lexicon of alternate histories.]


I'm curious about where you're from too! I don't know what you are. But sure, I can go first.

The EMC helps protect the Krakau Alliance, a multispecies organization that includes representatives from most of the civilized species known to the galaxy. There are the Krakau, of course, the Quetzalus, the Glacidae, the Nusurans, the Merriban, and a few others. Most of them have colonies on other worlds, some of which are vulnerable to pirates and Prodryans.
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[personal profile] restoral 2021-05-04 05:29 am (UTC)(link)
[ Interesting. Bucky tilts his head in thought. He's never heard of automail before, but he kind of likes the idea of things like this being a little easier to get than his own experiences. He knows he's lucky to have it. Not everyone's got the help of a royal teen genius. ]

No. This was made for me. It's pretty rare.

[ So a kid who wears a suit of armor from a place with metal prosthetics? Bucky's curious at the very least. ]

Is your suit mechanical?

[ It doesn't look like Stark's armor or anything tech-based he's seen Shuri building, but looks can be deceiving. ]
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[personal profile] silentends 2021-05-04 05:31 am (UTC)(link)
Oh, yeah? That's because I know what it's like to fight for something important. [Is it really that surprising? He's sympathetic to her situation and grips his fist together.]

You see, my sister went missing a long time ago and I still haven't seen her anywhere. I believe that she's alive somewhere.

[He's doing a very bad job of attempting to make eyecontact with 2b because she's wearing a blindfold. Just pretend he's focused his attention on her.]

We just have to hope for the best and things will work out.
Edited (Oh my god an edit of an edit ...rip) 2021-05-04 06:34 (UTC)
restoral: ([svalbard]226)

[personal profile] restoral 2021-05-04 05:33 am (UTC)(link)
In one way or another.

[ It's hard not to confirm it. The Army, HYDRA... Bucky's trained and he's taken orders and even now he steps in the line of fire if it will save people, even if he's not taking orders. ]

I'm a little older than I look.
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no wonder im still anxious

[personal profile] figlia_morbida 2021-05-04 05:33 am (UTC)(link)
[Wow...as if Bruno wasn't guaranteed a spot in Heaven. You can't dole out spaghetti and hope and not at least get purgatory.

Anyways, careful, Bruno! You're stumbling and yelling over people strewn about the floor like so many deflated egg yolks. But if people complain, they're not nearly as loud as Trish, who wipes her watery eyes with the heel of her slippery hand, looking up with a bemused expression. He stops her tirade, to the relief of her neighbors.

Because...she heard her name...? Of course, she's still sitting, so she doesn't see Bruno right away, but hearing her name gives her the energy to try standing.

She makes it to somewhere around where she's leaning against the wall on wobbly feet, and if it weren't for how distinctive Bruno is in general, she might not have recognized him. He looks terrible.
]

Bucciarati...?

[Trish has gone from frustrated and upset to terribly baffled in the space of a second. What is happening!!!

There's a twinge of offense too, because how should she know!! This is so ridiculous and she's still mad about it! So she stares at him, but her confusion towards him is obviously more pertinent than the slime crimes, for once. Like, between the two of them, it really is weirder that he's here.
]

...If I was going to surprise you with my presence, I would have chosen something much better than this.

[Said with the tiniest amount of bluster...]
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[personal profile] restoral 2021-05-04 05:35 am (UTC)(link)
well I try not to leave Earth, so I guess we're all broadening our horizons today.
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[personal profile] unclesam 2021-05-04 05:40 am (UTC)(link)
Uh-huh.

[ Yeah, no, not buying it for a second. Sam grins so hard his cheeks actually ache. ]

Yeah, 'cause I bet they were so familiar with the specs on my old shit. 'cause I got such close ties with Wakanda.

[ He's gonna skip right over how complicated that issue is. ]

See, they didn't use a model number like the old Stark serial, or just call it a weaponized recon drone. Nah, the model identifier on the chassis is 'Redwing Mark II'. Almost like someone gave them his name, not what Redwing actually is.
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[personal profile] revvedup 2021-05-04 05:41 am (UTC)(link)
[ she appreciates the turning. given how they'd woken up and their time in the cells, she wouldn't have been surprised if he'd acted like the nudity was no big deal (easy for one to say when they're the one who's dressed), or worse, been a little too reluctant to give her the privacy. there are a few hints about him that read 'soldier' (his stance, the way he'd been observing their surroundings both in the showers and in the cells, the way he'd known to stand at attention and obey when pushed around by the ones who are presumably behind them being here), so the former especially wouldn't have been a shock.

it doesn't take her long to find her clothes and pull them on. they cling a little uncomfortably, given that she's just showered and she still doesn't feel all that clean, but at least she's dressed, and she turns back to bucky, now using the towel to squeeze the water out of her hair. ]


I'm not hurt. The smell's kind of intense, though. [ due to enhanced senses, but she doesn't necessarily want to reveal that yet. ] I'm good, by the way. Thanks for turning around.
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[personal profile] silentends 2021-05-04 05:43 am (UTC)(link)
Your fears are just the truth. We're not going to be holding a tea party anytime soon.

[They can have tea and snacks another time. Having good company is just as nice.]

We can still relax for the time being though. Rest while you can.
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[personal profile] figlia_morbida 2021-05-04 05:45 am (UTC)(link)
Maybe you enjoy rolling in slime, but I don't, and you're throwing it around carelessly!

[She flicks the slime off her shoulder, pointedly.

As if she didn't just throw slime herself...
]

If you're going to pelt others with it, then don't be surprised at the consequences.

[Psht, boys.]
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[personal profile] restoral 2021-05-04 05:48 am (UTC)(link)
Would you feel that way if you were stuck out there?

[ He straightens up and brushes dust off of his pants. If Bucky's honest, he wouldn't want anyone risking themselves for him. He's gotten enough people hurt and he's blown up enough lives, but he doesn't think he can sit by and let anyone get stuck in danger like that and not want to try to help.

Either way, he's definitely more expendable than a scientist and he's pretty hard to keep down. He'll be fine. Probably.
]
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3 @barnes

[personal profile] restoral 2021-05-04 05:52 am (UTC)(link)
if you see Sam Wilson, can you tell him that there's no such thing as wizards? thanks.

I'm also wondering if you have any actual answers about this place, because so far all I can tell you is that we're inside a giant dead dragon and I think there's goo inside my vibranium arm.
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[personal profile] unclesam 2021-05-04 06:24 am (UTC)(link)
[ He doesn't know how to even begin processing this. If anything, the sound of her voice makes him swallow thick and pull her in a little more tightly. No amount of reconnecting with his family and finding Barnes as deep in Sam's corner as Sam found himself in his could ever make up for the losses suffered, and Natasha's claws at Sam in ways he struggles to reconcile. At least he got to see Steve again. At least there was something left to put to rest for others.

He'd wondered, in the past six months, if this is what it had felt like for everyone in the world when people crumbled to dust. The sort of grief that makes no sense and that you can't just put away, because it's too surreal and too abstract. Nothing tangible about it. There one moment, and scattered on the wind the next.

Sam makes a sound, like a chuckle but wet. He's not crying, but he's not ashamed of the emotion in his voice. ]


Yeah, I. Got an upgrade. Sorry, here, let me...

[ And he shifts a little to reach the controls on his wrist, lets the wing fold back into the jetpack. It's all much more sleek and light than it was before, despite the wings being bigger. Acid doesn't do shit on them, either, which is why he'd tried to do a flyover just a moment before finding her. Between the shield and the wings, he can move pretty easily beyond the protection of the dead dragon. But with the wings folded away properly now, it becomes a little more manageable to hold onto him in return.

How does he even begin to explain... ]


I've missed you.

[ Maybe there. He doesn't expect sentimentality back, but it's been an emotional six months, a roller coaster of blows hitting hard in the wrong places. She has to suffer his honesty, at least for a moment. Sam hopes she'll forgive him that. ]
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[personal profile] unclesam 2021-05-04 06:44 am (UTC)(link)
[ At that he grins, casually and openly, and shrugs a shoulder. It's not really the applause that does it - far as Sam's concerned, this isn't something to write home about, and he doesn't do what he does for accolades at any rate. ]

Between you and me, I used to think it was pretty dumb, too.

[ The grin deepens. ]

I mean, who paints a bullseye on a shield and wades into a gunfight, right? Afraid the thing's converted, though. But trust me, where I'm from, sword's just not really the way to go anymore.
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[personal profile] figlia_morbida 2021-05-04 06:53 am (UTC)(link)
[Somehow Trish doesn't think so, if only because he's not forgoing the alloy entirely. However, the armor is definitely appropriate for the dangerous territory at the end of their journey. Armor guy wins this round...

His voice is definitely sweet though. It's not at all what one would expect from someone this immense.

And even if his voice didn't blunt the visualize edge, he's being so mindful. Not a trait she's unfamiliar with, but to see it again...it's nostalgic.
]

You're a far bigger target than I am. I'm more worried about you.

[Hmph.]

If they were afforded time, maybe they could make proper coats or some such, instead of these shoddy canopies. All it would take is an enemy knocking this from our hands to expose us.

[Not good at all!! She rests a hand on her hip.]

We should have a plan for that before we head out.
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[personal profile] unclesam 2021-05-04 06:55 am (UTC)(link)
[ Sam reaches out, puts a hand on Alex' shoulder with a brief, firm squeeze, before pulling back and crossing his arms. Solidarity, just a silent 'I see you and I get you', 'cause he knows. He's counselled veterans. He is one. Thoughts of people left behind... Sam's not sure if he's glad or unsettled one of the few people he considers close to himself has ended up here, but then again he's been on combat tours before.

Never easy to be cut off like that. Never easy to know them right beside you and in danger either, though. Doesn't wanna think about his sister once more on her own, and how many years he'll lose on his nephews this time. Doesn't want to - and therefore does not. ]


Porter's got some intel, but not much. Can weigh up to 200 kilograms. Pack hunters, capture living prey, won't eat dead meat - that's our big positive, we might stand a good chance of saving lives over playing exterminator. Stick 'em with the pointy end or shoot 'em, basically. Or cut off the tentacles. Doesn't kill them, but makes them catatonic. Not sure it's worth the risk of getting sprayed with acid, though. Way Porter tells it, that's a one-way trip to an amputation.

[ He sighs and rubs his temple. ]

Naturally, I'm the lucky son of a bitch with a fancy, acid resistant combat suit, so if there's gotta be baiting and getting up close and personal, that better be me than anyone else.
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[personal profile] unclesam 2021-05-04 06:59 am (UTC)(link)
[ For a moment, Sam just stares at Al with the expression of a man who can absolutely believe that this is his life, because this is the way in which life just shits on him. ]

I'm about three seconds away from catapulting that mush onto your armor to see if it's as acidic as the rest of this place.

[ Despite the incredulous expression on his face, though, his tone's much the same. ]

You just want me to eat this so you get a laugh out of this, huh?
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[personal profile] recursive 2021-05-04 07:15 am (UTC)(link)
( well... it's certainly a better, more feasible lead than anything yuuta might know of! jujutsu sorcerers and certain powerful curses can perform domain expansion, but that was just exercising control over the area directly around them — it's an altered reality overlaid over physical space rather than being physically transported anywhere. if it weren't for the crash-landed survivors and their colony, there would be nothing here that even came close to familiarity for him; therefore, he feels confident in assuming they have been physically brought here... somehow.

he lets out a breath, shaking his head afterward. he'll just have to keep looking. if his sword is here, he feels like there's no way his ring didn't make it. )
No worries. If you find one, though, please let me know. I'll owe you one.

( he looks around, taking note of the eggs lining the walls. all of the ones visible from where they stand have been broken open — they aren't all perfectly uniform in size, with some far larger (he supposes al would have needed a much bigger egg than him). he hadn't noticed at first, but there are smaller eggs (pods? globules?) clustering around the larger ones, almost like how buds not yet bloomed would around full flowers. do those grow larger, into people-sized eggs, or do they contain something else?

thinking this, he approaches some of the smaller eggs around the one he's pretty certain he had come out of. he reaches up to draw his katana from its sheath with a sibilant sound. )
We can certainly take a look around and get a rough count. I wonder if we can see if there are still people in them?

( as he's saying all of this, he slashes through several of the smaller eggs and then kneels to the ground, looking through the gunk that came out of them to see if there was anything else hidden in there. )
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[personal profile] trassel 2021-05-04 07:32 am (UTC)(link)
[ Both are true. Shadow and sun, two sides of it. He's not going to argue semantics — he's not making this life now, arguing with Grisha. Nina is bad enough, and so much land has already been lost to her advance. Enough change has rocked his life lately that Matthias is quickly running out of tolerance to it. Like a spent waterskin, every cruel drop leeches something from him. ]

[ It would be better for Fjerda if the Sun Summoner was dead, and Ravka remained divided and lost. He'd told Nina she asked for one life (and Nina asked for his), but Matthias was asking about Alina's. Whether it's worth all that — he... doesn't know. He can't act decisively until he does. ]

[ His back — ramrod straight, relaxes as he turns over her words. Then, with a nod, he promises, ]

I won't strike first.

[ Of harm, of killing, he can make no such promise. He will defend himself and Trassel, maybe he won't be so quick to the drastic measures, but a blanket ask of nonlethal means is, at the moment, too big. ]

Do not harm me, and I will have no cause to harm you. We may survive here together, then.