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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.


oomfies: 𝑜𝑜𝓂𝒻𝒾𝑒𝓈 (💚 self-esteem.)

[personal profile] oomfies 2021-05-06 05:34 am (UTC)(link)
[ Lottie gets the jitters, feels only slightly uncomfortable when his eyes meet hers. It feels like he's watching her (this is an understatement, because he is and she can tell he's completely judging her). She simply stays quiet, stares at him back with furrowed brows and a slight frown to her lips. What is this guy getting at?

..Is he trying to trick her? Trick her out of her coffee?? ]


I don't think they'll starve us or anything. [ She casts a glance around the area, at the other people and the staff working the area. ] They give us toilet breaks!

[ She says, like it's the proof he needs. ]

You don't give prisoners toilet breaks.
unfastens: (and he keeps waking up)

[personal profile] unfastens 2021-05-06 05:40 am (UTC)(link)
[ he doesn't give that one a proper response - just a huff that might be half an exasperated chuckle that doesn't entirely make it out. Sure, he'll carry the guy. That is currently very low on the priority list. It's behind "make sure he's not carrying back a corpse," which is itself behind "make sure he's not carrying back two corpses," with "make sure not to become a corpse" currently in the lead. Illumi is right that he's more suited for fighting the rats; Bruno really doesn't want to get close enough to get hit by those acid tentacles, and especially not bitten, but his options for fighting back are pretty limited otherwise. Time to improvise.

The one good thing about Illumi's attitude is that Bruno is taking it as a cue that he has confidence in his abilities to survive this; he can leave the other man to his own devices. With the rats distracted from the scientist, too, Bruno can concentrate, which is good, because there's one leaping straight for him. That's also good. He scrambles backwards, the rat's ugly bisected jaw snapping shut in the space he left behind - then sinking downards with the rest of its body with a surprised shriek. Sticky Fingers is fast; in the brief moment it took for the rats to turn and for Bruno to get out of the way, he had it lay a trap where he was standing. Now one of the beasts is trapped in a zipper pitfall in the ground, the slider pulling up snug to its body to squeeze it in place. He's sure that won't hold it for long, but it buys him some time. The other rat's already coming in for revenge.

He does spare a quick glance over at the scientist, and then at Illumi. Gotta make sure no one's dying here!! ]
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[personal profile] recursive 2021-05-06 05:43 am (UTC)(link)
( yeah, it smells pretty terrible! he had anticipated as much, given they were going into a warren full of alien rats who apparently have acidic tentacles, but wow! perhaps he's fortunate that he's contended with a wide range of terrible cursed spirits; it's grown rather difficult to faze him with assaults on the various senses.

yuuta draws his katana with the sibilant hiss of steel; he keeps pace with 9S with ease, his eyes flicking upward at the sound of the scratching. they were facing the creatures on their own territory, so they should expect strong disadvantage. yuuta's not here to play exterminator; he plans to do what he must to drive the creatures away from the scientists and then focus on stabilizing and extracting them.

if they're still alive, that is. )


Roger. ( he's already pretty blind headed down in here, so he stays close, just able to see 9S' hair in the gloom. ) If we find anyone injured down here, I'll be able to stabilize them before we try to get them out of here. If they're in a bad enough state, I might call on you to keep them off of us.
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[personal profile] dissemblance 2021-05-06 05:44 am (UTC)(link)
she doesn't really want to talk about the life and death of natasha romanoff, but here she is anyway.

she owes it to another woman that died alone on an alien world.


He did, but we fixed it. Undid it all and defeated him.

I'm sorry we weren't in time to save you.


she's not going to sugar coat it, not going to lie. just tell her straight, the way she'd want to be told. when you die for the same thing for different reasons, it sparks a kind of kinship.
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[personal profile] dissemblance 2021-05-06 05:47 am (UTC)(link)
Aim can be taught.

she says that with a nudge to her shoulder.

But, failing that, I guess that means you can be bait.

she is obviously teasing, and by the warmth to her voice and the fact that she's still holding the shield up over both of them with alina tucked into the lee of her body implies otherwise.

I'm Natasha, by the way. Don't think I caught your name during that mad scramble to throw us out into the rain.
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[personal profile] usurpurr 2021-05-06 05:49 am (UTC)(link)
[Uh, yeah, obviously she thinks she can run away from it. But Adora's right; it is stupid for Catra to have thought that anything could ever go her way. Of course being crammed into an egg and shot off to another planet couldn't be enough to shake the disasters that are intent on ruining Catra's life.

Catra doesn't have to see Adora to know she's probably blocking the exit, and she bares her teeth at the empty air in front of her like the threat will somehow carry across. (Like Adora would heed it anyway.)]


Who, Sparkles? [Catra, everyone knows you know her name. But maybe the snark in her tone will make up for how she shrunk down against the wall, her tail twitching uncertainly. Who knows how long she was out for - long enough for Adora to make it to Glimmer, it seems, who probably didn't bother to keep quiet about anything Catra said to her. If she made it in one piece, she was probably running her mouth as soon as she had oxygen to breathe.

She tries to tell herself that she's mad about it, and that relief that washes through her is just because she pulled off her last-ditch plan. It doesn't really work.]
She wasn't really fitting in there. [ha, that's a we're-trapped-and-surrounded-by-identical-clones joke. Glimmer would've gotten it, dry and sarcastic and sharp as it is.] I thought I'd do us all a favour by getting her out. [Adora might not be flinging around accusations, but Catra certainly is when she follows up, doubling down on the tiny threads of anger she's managed to hold onto:] It's not like you weren't on your way to get her anyway. I just saved you from having to make the trip.

[And from getting caught in Prime's trap. Minor detail, Catra's trying to kick that one under the rug.]
unfastens: (he'd trade his guns for love)

[personal profile] unfastens 2021-05-06 05:57 am (UTC)(link)
[ based yuuta... ]

That's a relief. [ a nod. ] Thank you.

[ it doesn't take him long to find his own in the bag, which he clips onto one of his lapels, and then he's doing the same as Yuuta, settling the pack back into its proper position. Time to do this! Another nod, and he walks over to the lip of the burrow.

As expected, it smells even worse the closer they get, and the noises make it very clear that the warren is very much occupied. When he peers down, he can at least see that it's not too far to jump. Bruno really doesn't like diving into dangerous shit without having a plan ahead of time, but he supposes they have all the information they're going to get here. There's only a brief pause before Bruno hops down, the rain-packed dirt squelching under his boots. And once he's down, the ghostly figure from before reappears beside him, as well, although he doesn't acknowledge it - he's looking further into the darkness before his eyes drift up to Yuuta again. ]


My name is Bruno Bucciarati. Yours?
unfastens: (i close my eyes to see)

WEAK! WEAK AND PATHETIC!

[personal profile] unfastens 2021-05-06 06:10 am (UTC)(link)
[ her tiny bluster is sadly not enough to relax him in this situation, familiar as it is. It's hard to be relieved about seeing a familiar face when you're on an alien planet, covered in eggtoplasm, and supposedly deceased. Determination spurs his unsteady feet to move a bit faster, and he's at her side in another moment, although he's quick to slide back down to a knee - he at least makes it look like he's just getting on her level. ]

That doesn't matter. [ no time for japes here. Bruno's giving her a quick look-over even as he asks, ] Are you hurt? Don't tell me that even with the arrow, you couldn't win...?

[ Was the boss that powerful? He dreads the answer. This doesn't feel like the afterlife, but he has no good explanation for why he's still thinking - and more than that, why he has an actual pulse again. None of it makes sense, but it makes more sense that Trish might have died than he might have been revived. People don't come back to life. And, judging by the urgency of his expression, that likelihood upsets him quite a bit. ]
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[personal profile] recursive 2021-05-06 06:13 am (UTC)(link)
Oh. Okay. Good, then! ( because she needn't be, of course...!

he reaches out to take it back, brushing away a few bits of dried ooze before he ducks into the shoulder-strap and settles the weight of the sword against his back. he breathes out a sigh of relief, returning her smile with one of his own. )


Isn't it? Perhaps a little too convenient. I had it on me before coming to here, so I suppose our abductors were kind enough to bring our things with us.
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[personal profile] recursive 2021-05-06 07:42 am (UTC)(link)
( and not all swords were given the blessing of caring hands to wield them. it's not that yuuta is thoughtless of the weapons he uses. he is as grateful to them as anything or anyone else that directly helped him stay alive. but when imbuing a weapon with cursed energy, one has to walk a very delicate line in maintaining the circuit of energy but not putting so much through it that it shatters like glass. he's gotten better about it, certainly, but still...

he hasn't really been admonished like this since he'd broken the first sword that gojou had given him. kogitsunemaru is gentle in his chiding, but yuuta seems to take note of it regardless; he straightens up and gives a curt nod. )
Yes - of course.

( he reaches out to carefully take the sword back from him, bending at the waist to give him a short bow. in the same motion, he slings the sheath over his shoulder, feeling a lot more confident now that he has its familiar weight at his back.)

No, it's good advice. Being out here... There's no telling if I would be able to find another. ( fox...? don't tell him those ears are real... is it rude to ask? )

I would have to assume yours has a name, then. ( yuuta's sword is a plain one, but this stranger's? he might not be as much of a weapons nut as maki, but even he can admire that its a beautiful sword. )
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[personal profile] needfully 2021-05-06 07:47 am (UTC)(link)
I prefer not to fight anything too strange, if I can avoid it.

[ He'll have to agree to disagree; this guy only likes fighting when he's getting paid to do it, or if he's up against someone he's fairly certain he can defeat. But he can understand the sentiment— wanting to challenge yourself, or something like that. He's just the cautious type. ]

But let's just hope that they don't. I'm sure you'll get a chance to fight all sorts of new and interesting things here either way.
It's probably more likely someone you know will hatch.


[ ... ]

No one like that so far, right?
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[personal profile] sallyfaced 2021-05-06 07:53 am (UTC)(link)
[Sal huffs what sounds like a chuckle, muffled behind his mask as he prods the gravy covered rice with his fork.]

Stranger things have happened.

[He glances over at Dorothea, head still slightly ducked down and shoulders drawn in on himself — he feels like he’s having to relearn how to eat around people all over again.]

What kinda stuff have you been hearing?
sallyfaced: (behind the light)

[personal profile] sallyfaced 2021-05-06 07:55 am (UTC)(link)
[Sal brings his knees to his chest, wrapping his arms around his legs as he shifts his attention to his fellow cell mate. It’s weirdly comforting to see someone else who isn’t frightened or scared in this situation — or isn’t appearing that way, at least.

His tone still remains more on the flat side, but at the very least there’s an amusement lacing his words.]


I think it’s too late for that. Between you and me, I’m pretty sure it’s trying to take over my brain.
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[personal profile] recursive 2021-05-06 08:03 am (UTC)(link)
( there's probably some overlap, sure! just like how there's probably a decent amount of overlap between nen and jujutsu techniques. )

Most don't because most people can't see them.
Well, not under normal circumstances, anyway.

I do!
Only for about a year, but it's been an eventful year.
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[personal profile] bestaround 2021-05-06 08:05 am (UTC)(link)
[ In actuality, he's not a model designed for combat, so maybe he shouldn't be answering her question with taking the first step ahead. He'd feel even worse about letting her go first, however; chances are, he thinks, he's bound to be more durable than her, so if there's anyone who ought to take the brunt of an assault, it's him.

9S' nose wrinkles at the stench as he does. This is utterly disgusting... but if they're lucky, they won't be down here long. ]


Yeah—let me take the lead, at least.

[ And if she objects, now's her chance to do so. ]
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[personal profile] bestaround 2021-05-06 08:22 am (UTC)(link)
[ There's a short pause, like he has to take a second to think about this. He's vaguely aware that society once had the luxury of partaking in whatever activities they deemed fun, in a time before... whatever wiped it and them all out, but 9S never wrapped his head around what little they ever found out of it, too. Humans are weird, he'd always say, and so far not much has budged him from this stance.

Did people really make entire shows for a song? ]


I... guess that depends on who you ask.

[ Which isn't the most precise answer, but it was rare one had the time to do anything for pleasure without first sneaking off to do so. It's not what an android was there for, not with an on-going war—and especially not a YoRHa unit. ]

Still, there wasn't much.
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[personal profile] needfully 2021-05-06 08:39 am (UTC)(link)
Can't say I've heard of it.

[ Fascinating. It's true that he also has no idea where Midgard is supposed to be— but the implication that whole other places exist, and that this place was able to bring them all together is enough for him. Without context, he simply assumes Midgard and Earth must be different names for different planets (or countries? he has no idea). ]

Pretty strange, isn't it? What brought us here has quite the far reach. [ He drinks more of the putrid coffee, gesturing a bit to the trays in front of them. ] They really don't have anything like this in Midgard?
bestaround: (pic#14210981)

leave me alone!!!

[personal profile] bestaround 2021-05-06 09:07 am (UTC)(link)
[ Can they really afford to wait for him to rummage through the bag? There's a sense of urgency in 9S' posture as she shifts on his feet, but keeps his mouth shut on the matter, much as he'd prefer not to; this is a man who seems as if he's used to taking charge, however, and if anything it would be horribly inappropriate for 9S to talk back, anyway.

He just wants to get this done. ]


... It's 9S.

[ May as well answer as he waits, but rest assured that he's paying close attention to their surroundings. A series of distant clatters echo in the distance, which can only mean danger is close. ]
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[personal profile] needfully 2021-05-06 09:16 am (UTC)(link)
[ While he should be focusing on disposing of the rat coming after him, he can't help but try to get a peek at the other man's ability. What is that? Something strange, that's for certain, with the way the rat is suddenly stuck between the floor, squirming around wildly. He'd like it if he could get a closer look when he's—

Right. Not evading an attack. Distracted for the second that he was, the rat jumps in close to him, which he responds to by delivering a swift kick to the center of it's chest, the sound of several bones breaking cracking through the air. His heel comes down on the beast, pinning it to the ground on it's back to stay away from the tentacles, before lodging a pin in one side of it's brain, unblinking.

The rat screams from whatever it is that Illumi is doing to it, just as the first had. With that out of the way, he finds himself... with plenty of time to help! He's gotten the gist of the way this animal's brain works, now, and he twists his body to throw a pin right into the side of the head of the rat Bruno had trapped in Sticky Fingers's zipper pitfall, with deadly accuracy. It's only then that Bruno will get a closer look at what's happening to them as Illumi pins them; a brief inspection shows that the bones in it's face are morphing this way and that, quite cartoonishly, and causing what can only be horrific pain. That's what elicits the screams, and the non-immediate death. What'd he'd surmised from the first and second is that he can't kill them instantly with a single pin, with the way their head is bisected— transfiguring their face seems to do the trick with incapacitating them, though.

Unfortunately, all the rat screams are drawing a lot of attention, which becomes obvious not just aurally, but visually... with the way the rest of the rats in the area are scurrying into view towards them. Not surprising, but still troublesome. Illumi moves to stand between the deeper part of the cave and the scientist, only looking at him briefly to gauge how bad his injury is (very bad). ]


You should hurry, [ He says, calmly, pulling more pins from his body. Is Bruno struggling?? Illumi is busy looking at the oncoming Rat Respawns™, and coming up with an idea that won't end in all of them getting eaten, so he doesn't even think to check on him. ] If you want to take him, pick him up now.

[ By that, he means before these rats get here. He'll play nice and cover for the poor guy for these hot few seconds, despite leaving him out to dry not 10 minutes earlier. ]
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3 - pitch imperfect

[personal profile] cryptoherpetology 2021-05-06 09:24 am (UTC)(link)
[ One of the newly arrived humans is quietly studying both the items stored in the armory, and its current occupants. At least he's doing the latter subtlety, and while there's some curiosity he can't hide behind the frames of his glasses, when his gaze falls on Garrus, it tends to be a casual admiration of his weapon maintenance more than the "what the fuck" type stares of some others. ]

As a species not generally known for being super-quick to embrace— or even tolerate the unfamiliar. [ There's both a tinge of cynical resignation and apology in his tone. ] The humanity I'm familiar with, at least- though it seems to be a common trait through a few universes, going by what I've heard around here. [ He might be quiet, but he listens a lot. ]
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jailhouse

[personal profile] cryptoherpetology 2021-05-06 10:03 am (UTC)(link)
[ Alex can only watch so much of the kind of behavior he was used to seeing when his sisters were grounded that after so many air punches and failed meditation attempts, his instincts kick in when she speaks up. ]

Beaurocracy, probably. And figuring out where to put us after they figure out who is or isn't a threat. I'm starting to feel less like an outright prisoner, and more like an animal in post-import quarantine. [ She seems so much more bothered by the boredom than the captivity, he can't help but notice. ]
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[personal profile] swordjock 2021-05-06 10:36 am (UTC)(link)
That doesn't answer my question.

[ Not the one Adora was really asking, anyway. She pinches the bridge of her nose, trying to keep her frustration in check — because even if she is frustrated, and confused, and hurt, and a whole lot of other emotions, she can't let it show. ]

We— [ Are enemies? Were enemies? It's not up to Adora to decide if that's changed, despite feeling hope for the first time in forever. ] —we're supposed to be enemies, but you still helped Glimmer. You helped me. [ Both by saving her best friend, and sending a warning. ] I just want to know why. And.. if you really meant what you said back there.

[ I'm sorry for everything. When she hears the desperate cry in her head again, even if she hadn't put her decision into words until now, Adora knows. She knows what she's going to do, even if she has to do it alone. ]

Catra, [ she says, and her voice is quieter; the same tone as when they were kids and Adora was comforting her after a run-in with Shadow Weaver, ] come on. Did you really think I was going to turn around and go home without you?
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AYYY <3 <3

[personal profile] bytherules 2021-05-06 11:25 am (UTC)(link)
[at the little jab, Salaak's head turns quite quickly. it's the sort of move that would betray embarrassment or guilt at being caught, except...well, he's said far worse about Earthlings before. instead, this is a Lantern on high alert for new information...

...and, alright, fine, part of him did kind of assume just throwing that statement out there would lead the aforementioned Lanterns right to him. alas, she's a stranger.

while beginning to turn fully toward her:]
In my experience, that depends on a great number of factors. Temperature, wellness, level of activity or stress... [hohum so clinical look at me the pickle-faced pragmatisst]

That being said, no. That sort of thing is not an issue for me.
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[personal profile] rhapsodical 2021-05-06 12:24 pm (UTC)(link)
ugh i guess i know what to do next time they let me back in the showers
got any other tips i should know?


[ Gotta make the most of her time in the showers.... ]
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[personal profile] rhapsodical 2021-05-06 12:28 pm (UTC)(link)
[ They're going to need some cautious types around here to balance out the hotheaded types like Zeta. She isn't bothered by his reply in any case, having spent way too much time around cautious types like him. ]

not yet
i wouldn't mind seeing someone i know hatch out of one of those eggs though
i could really use some backup


[ ..........Ah, she probably phrased that poorly. ]

no offense or anything, i'm sure you're great too
it's just easier to fight alongside people you already know