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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.


baum: (l a s h e s)

[personal profile] baum 2021-05-05 10:41 am (UTC)(link)
[ The Last City. John would say that he's heard more 'future' lingo in the last few years than anyone else gets in a lifetime. There will absolutely be a time in the future when AIs are not unusual.

But he hasn't heard of a Last City. And if he had, he's pretty sure machines wouldn't have much to do with it.
]

No. I'm from LA. It's not really the last city of anywhere.

What's the difference between an Exo and an AI? [ Because that question implies there is one, and John's playing dumb here. No sir, he's not particularly knowledgeable about machines. Please, educate him. ]
baum: (a r m s)

[personal profile] baum 2021-05-05 10:44 am (UTC)(link)
[ John's brow furrows. Whatever it is, it's so common to her world that she can't imagine anyone not knowing it. 'Small Science' is equally unknown to John, and he has the impression that telling her so is going to confuse her even more.

He licks his lips. What she's describing sounds like something from a comic book. Or a movie. Not something real.
]

You mean, like magic. Or superpowers. [ 'Small Science' sounds particularly unmagical, but there we are. ] That's...not a thing where I'm from. Not in the real world, anyway.
baum: (c u r i o u s)

[personal profile] baum 2021-05-05 10:47 am (UTC)(link)
[ John lifts his head, watching her curiously.

He knows he should be careful about what he says. Saying anything at all might provoke the wrong kind of questioning, might catch him out in a way he's not prepared for. He's had a lifetime of being careful.

But she's talking about the apocalypse like it's old news, so. Could be she has a few secrets of her own.
]

So you lived through Judgement Day? [ In part, it's a test. Is that the name she gives it, does she understand what that means? He almost hopes she does. It means he'd almost certainly have an ally here. ] How long ago?
bestaround: (pic#14210981)

no!! opens arms

[personal profile] bestaround 2021-05-05 10:50 am (UTC)(link)
[ Is it the best solution? No. But does yelling and pounding make him feel better anyway? Absolutely not. Everything about his current circumstances only makes him feel worse by the minute, and he can't do anything about it aside from listen to this girl whine at him.

God damn it all. ]


I'm fine.

[ Well, truthfully, he doesn't know for certain that whatever it is they're caked in is harmless. 9S is typically not a careless person, either, but in recent months he's been anything but careful; so yeah, he's a little prone to missing the finer details of the scenarios he's landed in. ]

Is that what you're worried about right now? Seriously?
bestaround: (pic#11794030)

[personal profile] bestaround 2021-05-05 10:56 am (UTC)(link)
Uh—from?

[ His tone implies it's a question he hadn't expected to be asked. ]

I just assumed everyone here's from Earth—originally, anyway. Right?

[ A city or country doesn't even occur to him. ]
Edited (oh no i can't use the same icon twice in a row....... shamefully edits ) 2021-05-05 10:57 (UTC)
bestaround: (pic#14210970)

[personal profile] bestaround 2021-05-05 11:04 am (UTC)(link)
You—

[ For a moment, 9S sounds surprised, but then stops himself short. ]

Nevermind, I guess you wouldn't know. Look, it's... all kind of a long story. It doesn't matter here.
bestaround: (pic#14213332)

[personal profile] bestaround 2021-05-05 11:13 am (UTC)(link)
[ Well, uh, points for honesty. ]

Oh. I can't say anything about it being vain... But I've also never heard of any opera performances before, so if there's any recorded, I might not be the best guy to ask.
silentends: (Default)

[personal profile] silentends 2021-05-05 12:15 pm (UTC)(link)
A long story? Hm, sure okay then Nines.

[Nier is an odd guy who usually doesn't mind listening to stories or other people's troubles. 9s does have a point though. This world is different from their original realm so he nods.]

Tell me about it some other time if you feel like it. You can always talk to me.
rhapsodical: (pic#14008812)

[personal profile] rhapsodical 2021-05-05 12:15 pm (UTC)(link)
creepy
guess i shouldn't let any of the animals here try and eat me


[ Even if it's already too late for some of their scientist buddies....RIP. ]

hey you don't think we're gonna wake up tomorrow and see a bunch of those ants breaking out of the eggs we came from, do you?

[ Look, if they can all wake up here without warning, who's to say a bunch of these chimera ants won't also somehow get dragged over? ]
Edited 2021-05-05 12:16 (UTC)
arnaults: (009)

[personal profile] arnaults 2021-05-05 12:52 pm (UTC)(link)
[ dorothea's eyebrows shoot up. ] You haven't heard of... well, what do you have for entertainment, where you're from?
trassel: (17.)

[personal profile] trassel 2021-05-05 01:09 pm (UTC)(link)
[ A soft, acknowledging hum. He'd been spared the front lines, but they too had been miserable to hear of. Fjerda had been triumphant, of course, that's what everyone said. They would win the war, and he believes that, even with Ravka's ferocious Second Army. ]

It will be hard to, unless your enemies came with you. Did you see anyone familiar from the eggs?

[ Still keeping his voice low, as they keep walking. ]
freightcars: (Tʜᴀᴛ ᴄᴏɴғɪᴅᴇɴᴄᴇ ᴛᴏ ʟᴇᴀᴅ)

[personal profile] freightcars 2021-05-05 02:18 pm (UTC)(link)
Yeah, how 'bout up your own--

( He says it in a trailing mutter, the last word swallowed by loud running water as he shoves his head back under the stream.

Other such gems that can maybe be deciphered are: (mockingly) first time in space, huh? and captain jupiter.

The timer cuts off before he's entirely satisfied, such is the way of timed showers. The guards toss a couple towels at them, and they're nodded toward bundles of distinctly goo-free generic clothes. Reluctant as he is to give up his own tac gear, plastering the snot-covered leather back on just ain't in the cards for him.

They're separated rather than taken directly back to their cell, the tips of spears kindly informing them that Somebody has a couple questions for you two. Alone.

The interrogation goes a little something like this:

What's your purpose here at Basecamp Leviathan?
"Don't have one."

Who sent you?
"Santa Claus."

Are you carrying any weapons?
He holds up his left arm.

Where are you from?
"Depends on who you ask."

You have a name?
"Nope."

That last one he does wind conceding an annoyed sounding, "Bucky."

It's a frustrating affair for both him and the officers involved, and after a short fifteen minutes he's taken back to the cell to wait. )
Edited 2021-05-05 14:19 (UTC)
trassel: (15.)

[personal profile] trassel 2021-05-05 02:21 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Somehow, Matthias manages not to flail when Claptrap grabs onto him, trying desperately to imagine some kind of overarching... humanish shape to this. This is the single weirdest conversation he has ever had, and coming from a guy who spends most of his time alone talking to his giant wolf... ]

Matthias. Not.. my liege.

[ — smooth. ]

What were you doing down there?
mylawn: (rrgh)

[personal profile] mylawn 2021-05-05 03:08 pm (UTC)(link)
Does it usually take you longer?
webshoots: (( face ) honestly my favourite)

[personal profile] webshoots 2021-05-05 04:11 pm (UTC)(link)
Woof, I'm actually going to walk back on what I just said and retrospectively agree with your first request for "any" clothes, with a side of hoping they're a little more clothes-shaped than the food from the mess hall, right?
residues: (👻  070 –)

1b —

[personal profile] residues 2021-05-05 04:12 pm (UTC)(link)
Who, me?

[ Obviously he's not talking to Jules, because Jules is minding her own business in her incredibly goopy habit, but she makes a point of always interacting with a man in a cape who looks like he's talking to himself. It can only ever go well. ]

I'm just standing here.
residues: (👻  041 –)

messhall —

[personal profile] residues 2021-05-05 04:19 pm (UTC)(link)
Uh, absolutely not.

[ Away from the eggs and the cells and the interrogations, back in her own marginally cleaner clothes, Jules is starting to feel like herself again. She's doing that thing humans always do, trying to find the familiar in amongst the startlingly alien, and if she squints this is kind of like any meal at the convent. The benches, the long tables, the unappealing food. There's a lot more talking in this room than back home, but that's not a bad thing. Jules spent her entire life in that place feeling like she was going to burst if she had to hold her tongue during the silent times for even a moment too long, so being engaged in conversation by a stranger is an extremely pleasant relief. ]

Only reason you'd want a smaller broccoli is because there's something wrong with your big one. I'm not making that deal.
nonscriptum: is riding the whirlwind (this asshole)

no pizza rats in this warren

[personal profile] nonscriptum 2021-05-05 04:26 pm (UTC)(link)
[ It smells like death down here. Fetid, cloying, that sweet scent of rot sinking into his skin, just as acrid and searing as the acid rain outside. And the locals, well - they're delightful, when not burning someone's limbs off with their various appendages.

Honestly, it's kind of nice to work with someone who has a fair and competent grasp on firearms, because that hasn't always been the case and Nate typically ends up being the guy who manages most of the shooting. In fairness, he also typically ends up being the guy who runs the gauntlet, so maybe things aren't so different after all. Alex handles the long runners and Nate picks off the ones that get a little too close for comfort, because he's much more adept at narrow range and physical altercations and always has been.

The second the path clears to the scientist at the far end of the tunnel, worse for wear at best and shrinking back from the onslaught, Nate doesn't even need the direction. He's already deftly slinging the rifle they lent him back over his shoulder, pulling the handgun he brought with him from the world he was in before.
]

On it.

[ He takes off like a shot, hop-skipping to one side with a whoa, crap- as another rat bursts out of thin soil next to him, and he trusts the man he left behind to deal with it as expeditiously as possible. More start to scramble out behind him as he puts distance between himself and the tunnel entrance, because as small as their brains are they seem capable of coordinating and he really hopes the way is clear on the run back when he stoops to grasp the scientist's forearm to pull them upright. ]

How we doin', Alex?

[ Nate calls over his shoulder expectantly, realizing he's going to have to sacrifice his ability to shoot in favor of carrying the civilian whose leg is decidedly broken. ]
arnaults: (004)

[personal profile] arnaults 2021-05-05 04:39 pm (UTC)(link)
You know, the food does its job. I just need some clothes that'll do the same. [ as much as she's used to something different, she's survived before. she can lower her standards again. ]

I'll need your name if I'm going to get those slippers to you once I've found them.
residues: (👻  077 –)

[personal profile] residues 2021-05-05 04:40 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Well, this isn't the first time Jules has been responsible for what she has to assume is an unpleasant memory of his childhood or some school visit by a priest that scarred him for life. Any denomination of Christianity is always pretty good at stomping all over a kid's good time at the very best, but that doesn't make Jules feel any better that she's technically a walking flashback trigger.

She gives him a look, lips pressed awkwardly together for a moment in an attempt at a wordless apology, because drawing attention to it is only going to make it worse. ]


God, that'd be embarrassing, huh. After I said I was a tequila gal and all. And nobody knows anything about anyone around here yet so you'd probably have to do my eulogy, and it'd be like, 'Rest in peace, she... was a tequila gal.'
nonscriptum: which is a generous word for "total human disaster with women" (used to be kind of a playboy)

[personal profile] nonscriptum 2021-05-05 04:43 pm (UTC)(link)
[ He's trying to be cool about the shared showers thing, it's like that in prison, but prisons aren't integrated so generously and he's an grown-ass adult man who has truly seen it all, so Nate keeps it respectfully polite. They should really get bigger towels, though. Surely a simple feat for a resource-strapped community of interstellar survivors. ]

If I see any waffles, I'll let you know.

[ He says with half a laugh, because God, he'd give his left arm for a Waffle House right about now. Nothing hits better than cheese-scrambled eggs from a greasy Southern staple. ]

I'm not really a gambling man, but I'd bet good money most of the food here is gonna be...bland, at best.
fortyforged: (Yep)

[personal profile] fortyforged 2021-05-05 04:47 pm (UTC)(link)
[There's a blank look at mention of LA. Banshee considers things. Given the circumstances, he's not even sure how the'd even arrived here, much less from where.]

Last City's the last city on Earth. After the Collapse of the Golden Age...

[He watches John to see if anything sounds familiar in that, though he has his doubts. If you weren't from the Last City then you might be in some outlier settlements, but it was rough there.

As he turns his focus to the question of Exos and AIs, his gaze drifts off as though looking into some far distance.
]

...used to be someone, us Exos.
webshoots: (( suit ) speaking hypothetically)

[personal profile] webshoots 2021-05-05 04:55 pm (UTC)(link)
While 'does the job' is definitely a feature I look for in my food, but I also try to aim for 'palatable'. We can probably say the same about clothes. Evening gown = basic function of clothing needs met, but a little lacking in everything else except the style (?) front.

I was mostly being facetious about the slippers, by the way. I mean, I'm not going to pretend I'm not kind of hoping we can Dorothy-in-Oz our way home, but I'm also not really expecting it. But if you see any flying monkeys, let me know and I'll change my tune.

(It's Peter.)
Edited 2021-05-05 16:56 (UTC)
notalive: (for what you're not)

[personal profile] notalive 2021-05-05 07:34 pm (UTC)(link)
[Well then. This isn't the first time Connor's annoyed somebody without any idea of what exactly he said, but usually he can predict how that'll go. Whether it'll escalate. How it might escalate.

But when this tirade ends in an actual assent to helping, he actually blinks confusedly, the LED on his temple flickering from its steady blue into yellow for just a second before going back.]


You did look like you had free time, which is why I bothered you.

[When in doubt, give a completely deadpan, serious-sounding answer with a very straight face.

And he holds up the water pick - the flow of water isn't very powerful, but it's a thin stream that should be strong enough for what it needs to do.]


I have goo stuck in my spinal chord. I don't need an expert, just someone who can use this.
bytherules: (pondorously pondering)

[personal profile] bytherules 2021-05-05 07:42 pm (UTC)(link)
[without a word, the projection flickers, then enhances...then flickers again before stabilizing. forever the pickle poker face, Salaak doesn't outwardly show the concern he now feels; this is not a difficult request for the ring, so why is it behaving so glitchy?

more proof of his assumption he is in another universe; perhaps the connection to Oa is too strained to behave normally...which is........bad..........]