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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.


sunmon: (pic#14852751)

[personal profile] sunmon 2021-05-05 12:24 am (UTC)(link)
I guess I've just had enough nearly dying that it's lost its excitement.
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i want you to know i'm leaving that there as a monument

[personal profile] ketterdam 2021-05-05 12:25 am (UTC)(link)
I'm glad to find they haven't neglected to teach you geography in Djerholm.

ketterdam is one of the trade centers of the world. the fact that the man needed to clarify kerch is as telling as his lack of beard. he's newly come to the idea of roving the world, searching for witches to drag to their pyres.

What I want is irrelevant. We are about to find ourselves on the same side of a conflict.
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[personal profile] sunmon 2021-05-05 12:28 am (UTC)(link)
[ there's something else there. something in the pause, the way he wets his lips. but alina is too frustrated to try to make sense of it. she is exhausted. she had been exhausted when she had come here, terrified of the black heretic and a druskelle and this entire damnable planet. ]

If you want to be allies, perhaps you should start acting like an ally.

[ instead of like a dick. ]
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[personal profile] ketterdam 2021-05-05 12:30 am (UTC)(link)
he can be charming to any degree he deems necessary. what he cannot — will not — do is flirt, so when she presses that avenue his expression shutters. mouth pursed, expression drawn. he doesn't quite look like he sucked a lemon, but it's a near thing.

I know. 'Something of a radical', it was explained to me once. You'd been taken by drüskelle on the eve of what was to be our acquaintance.

he does not extend his hand. instead, she gets a curt nod. taken by drüskelle, but not afraid of them. she is almost certainly from afterwards — but then, she'd been on a ship bound for kerch at the end. his mind is turning it over like a puzzle, certain of finding the solution in the intricacies of human nature.

Kaz Brekker.
Edited (i was not done my prose excuse me dw) 2021-05-05 00:32 (UTC)
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[personal profile] sunmon 2021-05-05 12:35 am (UTC)(link)
You've never heard of grisha?

[ oh, this is ... troubling. it has never occurred to her that anyone might not know. she sits with that question for a moment, jaw a little slack. wow. where does she begin with that one? it's even deeper than trying to describe her own country when she comes from inside of it. ]

They're ... Well, they're people. With an aptitude for the Small Science, which lets them manipulate things. You know. Heal people. Change the winds. [ 'you know, normal shit.' ]
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[personal profile] sunmon 2021-05-05 12:41 am (UTC)(link)
Fjerda. [ she points to the northern area. ] Who want to burn half our army at the stake for witchcraft. [ then she points to the southern edge. ] And Shu Han, who want to experiment on them.

[ her finger lingers there over the recreation of the shu han border for a moment. then she sighs and disassembles the whole affair, handing his silverware and cup back to him. ]

Ravka is the only place where grisha are safe. [ and even there, they are enslaved to the indolent king. her expression twists a little as something occurs to her — at least she knows for it to occur to her, now. ] You don't know grisha either, do you?

[ john hadn't, in the cells. she's beginning to realize how different everyone in this place is. ]
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[personal profile] morozova 2021-05-05 12:44 am (UTC)(link)
Not much, at first. I don't think they knew much of our power, then. To them, it was just another form of magic.

( magic is real enough, of course, but the small science is so much neater than merzost could ever hope to be. and his power had always been unique, even among his own kind. )

When I would not share what I knew with him, though. He grew angry and had me dragged to the darkest, coldest cell he could find.
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[personal profile] sunmon 2021-05-05 12:45 am (UTC)(link)
[ it's a good idea, granted, and alina had been in the army long enough to know that good ideas often triumphed over prejudices of any kinds. but she's still slow-to-trust. still an orphan who has never caught a break, still a sun summoner who's been betrayed or abandoned by everyone she trusted. ​]

Is it splashing you? [ alina tries to get a proper look at the shield, frowning. it's the only reason that would really make sense. ]
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[personal profile] sunmon 2021-05-05 12:47 am (UTC)(link)
[ a chill skitters across her skin. quickly enough that she turns her head, thinking it must be an insect that has crept into the cells. but there's nothing there. only kirigan's arm around her.

the darker this story gets, the more like a threat it feels. would she wind up in the darkest, coldest cell in ravka, or would it be the seer's fate she shared?

she doesn't hide her frown.
]

Did you kill him?
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[personal profile] ketterdam 2021-05-05 12:53 am (UTC)(link)
he leans forward a little, shoulder at a jagged angle as he rests his palm on the head of his cane, elbow jutted out.

Shall I coddle you, then? Spin you pleasant stories? Call you Sankta Alina with reverence, prostrate myself before you? It is what you've become accustomed to, I suppose. You'll forgive me if I don't grovel. he knocks his cane against his boot, showing more teeth than strictly necessary. Bad leg.
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[personal profile] sunmon 2021-05-05 12:54 am (UTC)(link)
Actually.

[ she gets to her feet. ]

I think I'd rather be left alone.

[ there are many drawbacks to ethyraia, to being in this place. alina has dealt with enough of them over the past few days, struggled to navigate it all. she does not need to add zoya on top of that. not if she can't even be bothered to apologize and admit that she's looking for something familiar in alina, who she'd always disdained. ]
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[personal profile] apatheia 2021-05-05 12:56 am (UTC)(link)
You can just call me 2B. [Please, no need to address her so respectfully... 2B might be pretty stoic, but she's not one for formalities either!] But I suppose you're right. We don't have any other choice in our goals.

[At leat she can help people more directly here. Humans are actually around, for one, so that makes things a whole lost easier.]
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[personal profile] sunmon 2021-05-05 12:57 am (UTC)(link)
Are those the only options? To disdain me or worship me?

[ in a way, it feels like she has stumbled on some truth. it is the difference between zoya and matthias, and nina and kirigan. that is the burden of being the sun summoner. everyone has even more opinions before knowing her than they'd already had.

it feels heavy. she thinks, just for a moment, that maybe she'd like to set down the weight.
]
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[personal profile] angerberg 2021-05-05 12:59 am (UTC)(link)
Perhaps you should make less of an effort to bring it up.
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[personal profile] dissemblance 2021-05-05 01:01 am (UTC)(link)
Me? No.

she says it playfully, warmly. all the things she never had as a girl that she can now give away unfettered for no other reason beyond wanting to. it stopped being a weakness to show care, to worry, to love. clint helped her limp to it, and steve pulled her across the finish line.

i would now. three little words.

yet it never stops being a surprise when people trust her.


I'm just not really into bandaging acid burns in the middle of an alien hellscape and I'd like to avoid it, you know, if we can.
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[personal profile] psychometries 2021-05-05 01:03 am (UTC)(link)
[ Probably for the worse, honestly. As Cal creeps along, he can definitely hear a very quiet... scurrying sort of sound, and something like whimpering? It's not comforting in the least, but he keeps going anyway, lightsaber held out in front of him both as a defense and a source of light.

Suddenly, the scurrying sound gets a lot louder—and closer. He has just enough time to swing around towards the noise as a very large, very ugly rat-like creature lunges at him from the darkness, its maw—if it can even be called that—opened wide. On instinct, Cal slashes down with his lightsaber, cutting through the creature's head, and it goes down, limp.

But judging by the sounds all around them, more are coming, and fast. ]


Beedee! [ Still attached to Cal's back, BD-1's head swivels forward again, his lamp casting light on a whole group rat creatures. ]
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[personal profile] morozova 2021-05-05 01:04 am (UTC)(link)
No.

( this, he's sure, will surprise her. the darkling has never been known to be lenient and while he might be patient it's always in service of a particular end. )

I was young, far from home, and he was not the only one that wanted to understand. ( baghra had always been so careful with what she knew. she'd fed him crumbs until, impatient, he had left to find his own answers.

this was perhaps where it had all started to go wrong, truthfully. his mother and her secrets. )
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[personal profile] ketterdam 2021-05-05 01:06 am (UTC)(link)
Hardly.

his tone is flat, disinterested. as if the predator's focus has been pulled away.

I am not a man inclined to kindness. I don't care what you've been through, what you will be, what you can do or who you are. My disdain is as much for your blubbering weakness as it is for your plea for manners, as if polite words will lessen the sting of being ripped from your home, thrust into an alien world where we are, frankly, worse off in every respect.
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[personal profile] sunmon 2021-05-05 01:09 am (UTC)(link)
That's a generous way of looking at throwing you into a cell.

[ and despite how he had fooled her, he was not a generous man. she probes at that. ]

How long were you down there?
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[personal profile] ulfrkysst 2021-05-05 01:10 am (UTC)(link)
[Why won't hot water last forever? Eivor has not been taking much notice of other people, not due to any kind of prudishness (communal bathing is very normal to her) but rather that she's too overwhelmed by the whole situation to bother. So when she's nudged, she looks a little perplexed as she glances down.]

This is temporary? [she says slowly, not really sure if she's asking the right question even as it leaves her mouth.

Even so, she does -- cautiously -- step under the jet of water, surprised by the force. It's like a waterfall, but on a much smaller scale; how does something so small exert so much pressure? This is going to take her a lot longer than the allotted three minutes.]
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[personal profile] dissemblance 2021-05-05 01:13 am (UTC)(link)
A little like Lisa Frank threw up on a map of the Amazon Rain Forest?

wait, she can already tell that reference has flown so far above his head it may as well be a satellite. she clears her throat. the rain has stopped, at least, but the acid has spooked her into caution, and she's still carrying the shield loosely in one hand. at least it's light. some mystical metal compound has been taking lessons from vibranium, even if it's only half so durable.

Don't think about it too hard, you'll break something.
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[personal profile] psychometries 2021-05-05 01:13 am (UTC)(link)
I actually haven't been to any of those places.

Did you travel a lot between them?


[ Alderaan still exists in his time... welp. ]
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[personal profile] groza 2021-05-05 01:14 am (UTC)(link)
[ It's too close and too familiar, the memory Nina marching off into the hands of the drüskelle branded on her heart. Hastily, she rises from her seat too, calling after her when her palms hit the table. It's like a mother scolding her child. ]

Alina.

[ She takes a practiced breath, her shoulders heaving once before she composes herself. She speaks slowly, as if choosing her words carefully. ]

I don't understand what's happening here, but you are not as I remember you. And it seems you may remember me from a time when I acted very... foolish.

[ See Zoya, being a little bit vulnerable doesn't hurt. No wait, that actually felt very difficult for her and it is only the beginning. She draws her hands back, and lowers herself down to her seat. ]

Sit down and we can try and make sense of this.
Edited 2021-05-05 01:15 (UTC)
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[personal profile] psychometries 2021-05-05 01:15 am (UTC)(link)
Depends on what you mean by home.

No one from my planet, but there is one other person from my galaxy.
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[personal profile] dissemblance 2021-05-05 01:18 am (UTC)(link)
Not my first rodeo.

why keep it a secret? she was a spy once, until every sordid detail she'd ever scrawled in blood was dumped out on the internet. you can't really come back from having your cover universally blown. after that, she felt more soldier than spy. so while she could be cagey, she doesn't see the point. her expression is wry, and she leans one elbow on the table a little, giving him a look with one curiously quirked brow.

Once you've survived the end of the world a time or two, alien planets are barely a pin in the map.