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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] needfully 2021-05-06 01:49 am (UTC)(link)
Oh.
They might.


[ as in, it's possible?!?! he just never considered the possibility until this very second. the question prompts him to think about what kinds of things and people are the ones that have hatched out of the eggs thus far— will those eggs only manifest people, or animals and monsters, too? ]

The same could be said for a "primal beast," though.
But, in that case, it would still be manageable.
Wouldn't you rather fight something you're a little familiar with, than something completely new?
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[personal profile] cleaningsolutions 2021-05-06 01:50 am (UTC)(link)
[Mops is more accustomed to being on a ship or a station. She does a lot of bending and crawling through non-public-accessible areas to keep everything clean and maintained, so it's not that she can't do this, but it is also some effort to keep going towards the target destination. She's glad Kumar isn't here to be appalled at the dirt.]

Just one really. Uh... [You don't need to tell him, Doc says, but Mops forges on.] A hundred and fifty years ago, there was a plague on Earth that ended human civilization. Half the people died outright. The rest became feral - almost unkillable animals, driven by hunger. I descended from those. The Krakau came to ask us to join their alliance, and we ate their diplomats, but they still decided to fix us. There's only so much they can do right now and they have to pick ferals out to cure.

We count our rebirths as the moment we woke up with some higher brain functioning.

[Most higher brain functions, Doc says dryly. You do know that before you tell people these things they don't know any of the stereotypes associated with cured humans, right?]
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[personal profile] swordjock 2021-05-06 01:52 am (UTC)(link)
Thanks. And I'm glad you ended up somewhere better, too.

Looking back, it all seems so obvious... but whenever things got bad, I thought there was a reason for it. That it meant something. They told us everywhere else was even worse, and we could only fix Etheria by conquering it, so it made sense to dedicate our resources towards raising an army. Any distractions would only make us soft. Weak.


[ She can hear Shadow Weaver's voice in her head as she types the words, and she flinches at the imagined sound. The words might be true, but hasn't she allowed herself to become weak, since leaving the Fright Zone? To lose her greatest power, the only real worth she ever had? ]

Nobody should grow up feeling that way. But, at the same time, it's what made me strong enough to help people once I left.

I guess that's kind of a contradiction, huh?
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[personal profile] trassel 2021-05-06 01:55 am (UTC)(link)
I apologise.

[ He was probably only trying to be friendly, but all Matthias heard was the crash — he didn't see anything except the chaos as he came to investigate. ]

It will not happen again.
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yes good all they are is nerds in the wind

[personal profile] lifetothefullest 2021-05-06 01:55 am (UTC)(link)
[Lance's attention is drawn more by the commotion than the voice; although familiar, he doesn't really have time to place just why that is before suddenly there's a face he recognizes, and not just recognizes but is so glad to see. he'd already mentally prepared himself for the idea of being alone, even if by that he means he'd just carefully made himself aware of the possibility and then immediately brushed aside dealing the emotional aspect of that.

So seeing Ian is a shock, but in a good way, and it only takes a brief moment of surprise before he returns the hug and gives a small sigh that's halfway to being a relieved laugh.]


Hey.

[It's obvious Ian knows who he is, and so he doesn't have to worry about the idea of not being remembered, which is in some ways even worse than being alone.]

Imagine meeting you here.

[In his third new dimension, and Ian's second, and how do these sorts of things even happen? But he's certainly not complaining.]
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[personal profile] lifetothefullest 2021-05-06 01:58 am (UTC)(link)
Don't reptiles get heat lamps?

[It's also a joke, even if it's a bad one, and even if he actually wouldn't mind a heat lamp at the moment. Seems nice.

Speaking of things that seem nice, and continuing to provide a distraction--]


Working at a zoo sounds fun, though. It's been like... I don't even know how long since I've been to a zoo.
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[personal profile] lifetothefullest 2021-05-06 02:01 am (UTC)(link)
Nice to meet you. And yeah, just... Normal human from normal Earth.

[That she bothers to ask is interesting, though; he wonders if she's been somewhere like this before, or if her home might have varied species, or if she's just already thinking ahead about the possibilities. Any of those options are interesting, though he's leaning toward one of the first two considering her initial response to his question.]

You?
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[personal profile] rhapsodical 2021-05-06 02:04 am (UTC)(link)
[ Dislike. But he's got a point. ]

i guess you're right
but being able to fight something new and different is kind of exciting in its own way, don't you think?


[ Is it just her?? Maybe she likes to fight a little too much... ]

hopefully neither these chimera ants or primal beasts show up
we've got enough on our hands already without adding them into the mix
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[personal profile] rhapsodical 2021-05-06 02:06 am (UTC)(link)
then i guess i'll just have to kick their butts too

[ Surely it can't be that hard to stomp out some pieces of scrap metal. ]

where are you hiding?
or are you gonna make me hunt you down
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[personal profile] wittingly 2021-05-06 02:07 am (UTC)(link)
( There is no No Homo Alpha Male back thumping in this one, just the bodily hug of a dude that really gives it 110%. He is a Good Hugger, mark that down on the short list of positive interpersonal traits he has going for him.

A second or two later, before things have time to get awkward, he peels back again. There's a parting squeeze to one of Lance's shoulders, and then he drops contact.
)

Right?

( Enthusiastically, to the tone of you seeing this shit? )

I mean, what the fuck? Eggs.
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[personal profile] needfully 2021-05-06 02:13 am (UTC)(link)
Somewhere different than "Earth."

[ Which is the planet name he's hearing get thrown around by a bunch of the other Hatchlings. ]

I'm sure the name wouldn't mean anything to you, but it's a planet very different from this one. And from yours, too, probably. [ She doesn't know what coffee is, after all! Unless time travel is also proven possible by those strange eggs, he has to believe they're from different places altogether. ] So, how about it? Are you from "Earth?"
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w-w-wildcard, field work

[personal profile] ulfrkysst 2021-05-06 02:16 am (UTC)(link)
[After revisiting the Central Chrysalis, Eivor feels less adrift. She's found her father's axe -- well, hers now, she thinks -- and her shield, the former of which is attached at her belt and the latter of which is strapped across her back. But most importantly, she's found Sýnin, her lovely black feathers all coated in egg gunk.

After spending a difficult few hours trying to convince a two-kilogram bird to let her bathe it, Eivor is out with the small team, a raven on her shoulder and a stretched-hide shield above her. She doesn't really know what "acid rain" means, but near everyone else looked alarmed, so it can't be good.

Matthais is not Norse or Dane or even Saxon, but she's at least met him, so she sidles up alongside him somewhere along the way.]


Are you hopeful we'll find survivors?

[Normal way to start a conversation.]
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[personal profile] mylawn 2021-05-06 02:20 am (UTC)(link)
[It's very different from 76's home, too. They'd only ever made it to the Moon, and that didn't exactly end well. Real interplanetary travel--a generation ship, an alien world--that's all beyond him. What he does know is survival, and it's hard not to be at least a little impressed by what the crew has carved out for themselves here. It seems Zoya might know something about that as well, if the shift in her expression is any indication.]

Aren't we all.

[That's what he'd been doing a lot of, back home, and it's hard not to think about it now. Resource scarcity and trying to exist when everything around you wants to kill you is not necessarily something he's unfamiliar with.]

As long as they have enough resources to go around.

[He says that like he's not sure of it. Having been in situations like this before, he can't say he'd take well to having to recalibrate for the sudden appearance of interlopers.]
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[personal profile] lifetothefullest 2021-05-06 02:22 am (UTC)(link)
[All the better; Lance rarely hugs anyone, with the occasional exception of Nate, and for all he usually keeps his distance from people he can also often use the contact and reassurance. The eternal struggle.

He offers a small smile when he Ian steps back, although that immediately turns into an exaggerated, dramatic eyeroll at the comment.]


That was so gross.

[And so unpleasant, but moving right along--]

How are you doing? With all this.

[It's a lot, even though Lance is more used to this sort of thing at this point, so he's a little concerned.]
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[personal profile] mylawn 2021-05-06 02:22 am (UTC)(link)
Surveys.
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[personal profile] ulfrkysst 2021-05-06 02:31 am (UTC)(link)
[She can understand him perfectly, but half the things he's saying make no sense. It's a little disorienting, like listening to a Saxon speak -- but not quite.]

I am from Midgard, [she says a little hesitantly, unsure if they're even talking about the same thing.]
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[personal profile] annoyware 2021-05-06 02:35 am (UTC)(link)
[Unfortunately for Claptrap, his VERY POWERFUL FRIENDS are not here! So he is going to try to avoid this confrontation.]

I'm outside! Away from everything. Where there's no cover, even. [Where the acid rain can come down on her and solve his problem.]
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[personal profile] annoyware 2021-05-06 02:37 am (UTC)(link)
Oh yes! Right!

SURVEY:

On a scale from 1 to 10, please rate your satisfaction with this conversation. 1 being "great" and 10 being "I love you, Claptrap. I'll die for you."
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[personal profile] wittingly 2021-05-06 02:38 am (UTC)(link)
( Worse than the egg was the two days he spent in a holding cell full of unfamiliar faces with nothing to do but repeatedly consider the concept that he lost the whole 3 people he cared about in one fell swoop.

Of course, instead of saying that, he just bobs his head.
)

Totally gross.

( For real though, three minutes was not long enough to get that shit out of his hair.

He breathes out a laugh that's made up of equal parts amusement and disbelief.
)

How are you doing with all this? This is, like, your fifteenth hop or something. I mean-- assuming this is another place and not a sim or an Aerie or something. Nate seems pretty confident, but I choose to maintain my denial.
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[personal profile] lifetothefullest 2021-05-06 02:44 am (UTC)(link)
[Lance is about to call out Ian on the deflection, all the while using that in order to deflect himself, but then he hears Nate's name and is totally distracted. The surprise shows on his face for a moment, but it's good surprise, followed up immediately with--]

Nate's here too?
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[personal profile] wittingly 2021-05-06 02:51 am (UTC)(link)
( Deflection Tennis is currently on hold thanks to New Mutual Deflection, which has just enough legitimacy neither of them can claim the point.

There's a little pause, just a beat where it's clear Ian's surprised Lance didn't already know.
)

Yeah, man.

( Which he's betting is as much of a fucking relief to Lance as it was to Ian — if not more, considering how long they've known each other. )

He's here, he's fine, he's-- well, I mean, as fine as he can be considering...

( A shoulder shrug.

You know. The fact that he's once again displaced from an environment he hoped to settle into permanently, yanking him from his friends and loved ones, Lance included he's likely assuming.
)
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[personal profile] cryptoherpetology 2021-05-06 02:53 am (UTC)(link)
[ Alex nods, both in answer tot he question, and in unspoken agreement that a heat lamp really would be nice right now. ]

As long as you're not bothered by getting dirty and have quick reflexes, it's a pretty great gig. [ Alex isn't even one of the zookeepers and has very little reason to ever be in the habitats, but he still keeps an extra set of clothes and wears very durable, hose-offable boots at work for a reason. ] What about you, what were you doing before waking up in an egg?
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[personal profile] mylawn 2021-05-06 02:57 am (UTC)(link)
[76, on the other hand, has had more than enough of calling the shots, despite his experience in doing so. He doesn't want to set himself up to take the fall, if that's what's about to happen, because he can't trust what's going on. Sure, the locals need their help, maybe. The locals might also decide they can't afford all these extra mouths to feed, and sending them off on a search and rescue mission might be a convenient way to get rid of those who aren't able to earn their keep. Pessimistic, maybe, but he's used to waiting for the other shoe to drop.

So he doesn't really speak up when they form teams. Doesn't volunteer. Stays quiet in the back as they make their way Figures it will all fall into place one way or another. When someone does take the lead, and approaches him to ostensibly ask him what he's about, he figures he brought this upon himself.
]

What kind of plan?

[76 sounds a little skeptical. He carries himself like someone with experience, at least, though it's clear he's hesitant to be forthcoming, even if he knows she's right.]
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[personal profile] lifetothefullest 2021-05-06 03:09 am (UTC)(link)
[It's a huge relief, because as much as Lance is incredibly glad and thankful to see Ian, he's known Nate for years. After losing so many people, not just from home but then Hadriel and now New Amsterdam, hearing that someone's who been a constant, incredibly important presence in his life since he woke up in Hadriel is here is... Grounding, maybe, is the best word.

And suddenly, this situation doesn't feel so bad. Not only is Ian here, but Nate is, and not only is he glad for that for selfish reasons but he's also glad for them. Neither of them in back in their worlds, dealing with the fates that await them, and not only that but they're also together. That's amazing.

So he smiles again, the expression a little stronger this time.]


That's... I'm really glad to hear that. I mean, adjusting to a new place like this sucks, but I'm really glad you're both here.
wittingly: (Sʜᴇ sᴡᴇᴀʀs ᴛʜᴇ ᴍᴏᴏɴ ᴅᴏɴ'ᴛ ʜᴀɴɢ)

[personal profile] wittingly 2021-05-06 03:17 am (UTC)(link)
( He speaks at the cusp of a loud exhale. )

I'm not. For any of us, I mean. Yeah, better this than alone, but...

( He shoots a flickering look around to the dozen faces all queued up to chase some scientists into an alien jungle, underneath the bones of a giant fucking dragon who presumably has a descendant that's giving birth to them somehow. )

It's not monster mini-apocalypse bad, but at least we were on earth.