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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.


dissemblance: (Default)

[personal profile] dissemblance 2021-05-07 12:26 am (UTC)(link)
Wish I wasn't.

it's clear gallow's humour, slightly wry, a flicker of her upturned mouth.

So what was yours like?
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[personal profile] sunmon 2021-05-07 12:37 am (UTC)(link)
I'm not sure it counts as rain. Rain would clean the rest of this goo off our clothes.

[ instead, they get acid. every single part of this planet seems to want them dead. at least the water is drinkable. ]

It's Alina. [ jokes aside, she does still remember how to socialize. ]
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[personal profile] morozova 2021-05-07 12:47 am (UTC)(link)
I stole the keys, snuck away between shifts and headed North. The Hedjüt people are a lot more tolerant.

( there'd been a small, desperate hope to see ulla again but his sister had long since returned to the waves. )
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[personal profile] sunmon 2021-05-07 01:01 am (UTC)(link)
[ a little anticlimactic. it suggests he'd only wanted her to help distract him from their present circumstances — she wants to be generous, feel sympathy for him. they're both scared. but with this story as context, she can see the pattern. she is no different than the seer had by showing interest in him, just as she had been no different than zoya.

she sighs heavily.
]

I'm going to get some rest. If we're still here in the morning, we'll revisit just how you stole those keys. [ she doesn't budge, only settles her head more comfortably against his side. at least he'll have a hard time not waking her if he moves to try anything. ]
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[personal profile] angerberg 2021-05-07 01:11 am (UTC)(link)
[ gnat. yennefer pulls her lips between her teeth to smooth out a wry smile. ]

Appropriately irritating.

[ as much as natasha seems to want to befriend everyone in this place, yennefer very specifically wants nothing more than to be left alone to her misery. she'll say whatever unprovoked cruel thing she thinks will get her there. ]
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pretend i wrote conjunction not convergence in that last tag i was Very Tired

[personal profile] angerberg 2021-05-07 01:14 am (UTC)(link)
The source of all magic and magical creatures on the Continent — my world.

[ she adopts his simpler language for the phenomena. if she were being entirely honest, she would admit to not being a scholar on this particular topic, but everyone knows the basics and it does seem relevant. ]

And to hear it told, the source of all humans. It was a cataclysm. Realms — 'worlds' — collided together, tearing rifts that leaked one into the next.
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[personal profile] angerberg 2021-05-07 01:15 am (UTC)(link)
If only we had that kind of clearance.

[ she presses her lips together, one eyebrow arching up. what can you do? she's certainly not prepared to be personable enough to finagle her way into the adamant crew's good graces, presently. ]
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[personal profile] mylawn 2021-05-07 01:22 am (UTC)(link)
[Unfortunately, this is not a man who cares about making good first impressions. Not anymore, anyway--being polite is something he's had to abandon, and he especially isn't concerned with it in these circumstances, where all he can think is that he's been kidnapped, captured, or otherwise compromised. He's not sure what Maki, specifically, has to do with any of that, but he knows he needs to find out.]

How'd you end up here?

[Now that he's given himself a moment to breathe, it's easier to think straight. Clearly she's in the same situation as him, or she wouldn't be in the cell.]
nonscriptum: I'd like your best eight dollar bottle of wine please (what'll I have?)

[personal profile] nonscriptum 2021-05-07 01:47 am (UTC)(link)
It was only a couple days.

[ He hastens to add, so as to not seem like a total disaster about it in spite of the fact that waking up alone so soon after Sam's disappearance hit him like a tail-spinning Blackhawk.

God, he's stupid for worrying. Or stupid for lingering on it. He's given that speech how many goddamn times now, emphasized waiting and patience, but it's so much easier said than done when someone is a part of your life and then they're not. The sudden and abrupt absence carves something into a person, or hollows out the empty space they thought they had already filled.

Hard not to feel bereft of that warmth even in a balmy, humid climate. No callused hand skimming his hip, the funny tickle of a beard brushing Nate's shoulder with murmured words, that stupid, synthetic coconut oil scent.
]

That's all.
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[personal profile] cryptoherpetology 2021-05-07 01:51 am (UTC)(link)
[ He looks thankful for the change of subject, and some tension in his own shoulders eases. There's still a tightness in his chest, but that's been there since he figured out what had happened to him and he doubts it's going away any time soon. ]

Hopefully signs of fleeing scientists and a dead rat or two. After what they told us before we left, that's probably overoptimistic. In this rain, blood and footprints will have washed away, but some deeper drag tracks might still be there. [ And, more somberly. ] We should search any bodies we find for identification. They should at least know which names to add to their memorial wall.

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Pepper Potts | MCU

[personal profile] onthelease 2021-05-07 01:56 am (UTC)(link)
HATCHING

[Even disregarding the fact that Pepper Potts is absolutely covered in what she can only describe as slime (though her brain keeps interjecting snot like a particularly annoying younger sibling into her thoughts), her clothes are hardly what one might call suitable for the occasion.

It’s hard, really, to determine just what makes them worse suited for waking up in an egg on what appears to be, for all intents and purposes, an alien planet. Is it the pencil skirt that hugs her hips and lands just below her knees? The fact that it and its matching blazer are both white? Or the the wholly impractical heels? The ones she nearly turned an ankle on more than twice as she was half-dragged across the roots of the jungle floor?

Carefully, she pushes hair slick with slime (snoooooot, says her brain) behind her ear. As it turns out, it’s easier to accept the existence of alien planets on a theoretical level than when faced with the complete and slimey reality of one. She knew they existed, she just didn’t think— This whole thing is more Tony’s speed than hers. The ache — already familiar like an old friend — spreads through the pit of her belly. Her brow knits and she lets out an uneven breath.

This is not the place.

Not here where she can’t tell whether the smell is coming from the walls and the floors of the holding cell or from her. She reaches down, the tips of her hair — heavy with slime — brushing across her bare knees, and slips one of her shoes off. The folds in her clothes, stiff with goo, creak as she straightens and leans back against the wall. Her hands turn the shoe over and over, like this is the first time she’s seeing it.]


If this was a movie, [she offers the person sitting next to her without looking up, fingers sliding down the heel to its sharp point at the end,] I’d just snap this off to make them into flats.

[Her mouth curves in apology.]

Might be the only way to make them less useful.


EXPLORE THE BASECAMP

[The world hasn’t stopped spinning — faster and faster with each turn — since Pepper’s temp agency sent her to Stark Industries for a two week stint, and two days in she was plucked from the reception desk rotation to assist Tony Stark. Just temporarily, her supervisor told her.

Everyone knows how that turned out.

It paused for a moment — a quiver in the rotation — when Tony disappeared in Afghanistan. But he came back — different, better — and suddenly the world picked up speed again.

Iron Man
Obie
Stark Industries
Learning to run a Fortune 100 company with all that it entails
Scrutiny from the board, the share holders, and the media
The Tower
The Battle of New York
Shaping legislation
A two story tall plush bunny
Extremis
Sokovia
The Accords
The Blip
Restructuring Stark Industries to account for half the work force gone and the other half grieving.

When things slows down, she tells Rhodey, she’ll let herself grieve. Like they will. Like she hasn’t been telling herself that next week, things should slow down for years now. Like slow is a setting Pepper Potts is equipped to handle.

(Pepper always knew, somewhere deep in her gut, that she’d survive Tony. She just thought that when it happened, it would be saving the world, and she’d at least have a body to bury. Not this world-wide grief and the sudden emptiness of three billion people shaped holes in as many lives, and the uncertainty of not knowing for sure.)

But now, the world has tilted over on its axis and crashed to the ground. It lies unmoving, and in the sudden lull, Pepper doesn’t know how to breathe around the grief that comes crashing into her. If it weren’t for the steady rotation of the bunks between the night shift and the day shift, it would be tempting to just pull a threadbare blanket over her head and stay lying down until the hollow feeling goes away.

As it turns out (thankfully) there’s a lot to do around the Adamant. If you’re not afraid to get your hands dirty or waiting to be asked. Enough that someone determined enough can work themselves into exhaustion before tumbling to bed, sleeping like the dead, only to wake up and do it all over again.

It’s not running a company or the schedule of a genius, billionaire, playboy, philantropist, but Pepper has always been a quick study.

Find her in the mess hall, clearing dishes, wiping down tables, or organizing the washing station.]


If you’re done with that bowl, I can grab it for you.

[Or over in the aid station between meals. Where, if she isn’t ripping old and worn clothes into makeshift bandages, she’s updating the inventory.]

How many of those gnarly, brown roots do we have? I’m not sure what they’re called or what they do, but it must be something useful because there’s a lot of them.


BOOZE

[The clear liquid sloshing around in the tin cup Pepper is offered by a smiling stranger tastes like nothing so much as the time Tony tried to distill his own vodka down in the workshop. It was early days, maybe a year into her tenure with him, and she can still remember sitting perched on one of the tall workbenches, her heels toppled over on the floor beneath her. Rhodey was there, she thinks, and they were all laughing through burning throats, their eyes tearing up.

It was, Tony admitted, a failed experiment.

Strange to think, that back then it was weapons in various states of completion that littered every flat surface in the work shop. Everything deadly, just in increasingly inventive ways. It’s too easy to super impose the most recent iteration of the work shop, and Tony’s smiling face — eyes crinkling at the corners with amusement — over the past. The human brain rewriting history without malice or intent (ill or not).

It’s Tony’s smile her mind lingers on as Pepper takes a second, slower sip. Like maybe alien planet moonshine improves on repetition. It does not. The liquid burns all the way down her throat, and when her eyes sting it’s not with laughter. All around, the little ragtag crew of strangers are trying to make the best of the evening, the booze building more bridges than a common tongue.

Pepper feels so out of place. Even happy memories tugging on the strands of grief wrapped around her heart like barbed wire. She turns, eyes sifting for an exit. It’s the empty hands she sees first, zeroing in on the person they belong to like a missile from the old days.


Here [she says, pressing the cup — tin warm from her hands — into the hands of the stranger, before looking up and giving them a quick smile that’s more polite than bright.] Two sips were more than enough for me.


NETWORK

Nice to meet you, Cartagena.

1. Pepper Potts
2. Most recently: NYC, New York, USA, Earth
3. The smell right before and right after it rains. It smells new, clean. Like possibility and the best aspects of hope.
4. A giraffe
5. 39
6. Questionnaires are not normally ”enjoyed” in my culture. But thank you for facilitating getting to know each other.


WILDCARD

[Happy to work with whatever you want to throw at me! Or, if you want to work something out, give me a shout on plurk at [plurk.com profile] peerpressure]
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[personal profile] neversmall 2021-05-07 01:59 am (UTC)(link)
[ Nina walks over and pets Trassel about his ears. She knows what's required, now. She should say something funny and break the tension, maybe pull the tension out in all its nakedness, 'Well, that was awkward!' and draw a mustache on it, 'Could have been worse!'

But she has an idea of how hard this was for Matthias, and she can't bring herself to do it. Alina, also, has been brave. So Nina is, for once, quiet, if wry, as she simply speaks the truth: ]


I feel like we should erect a monument - something that looks like a wolf and sun, for a drüskelle and the sun summoner coming to an agreement. Although to be fair, the circumstances are unique and it'd really be more like a monument to common sense. Except, [ she looks at Matthias, and her gaze is warm, more intimate and filled with appreciation than may be comfortable, ] it isn't so common.

[ And she loves him for being able to enter into it, for trying to work past all the poison he's been fed -- he isn't common at all.

Then she has mercy on him and looks to Alina. ]


Thank you for agreeing to meet with us.

[ Nina should probably be making plans to go report in now, perhaps asking Alina to tell her where the general is so she can go do that, but she just... needs a minute. And she doesn't really want to talk about this in front of Matthias, he'll just worry. ]
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[personal profile] wittingly 2021-05-07 01:59 am (UTC)(link)
( Ian is not even remotely convinced by that hasty addition. The look in his expression is the sincerest possible version of come on, man. )

I know what a couple of days is like. You made me run at five in the fucking morning.

( A couple of days is plenty of time to lose your cool when someone goes missing, he learned as much from Kyna. Sam and William to a far lesser extent, but still enough for him to get the impact.

He curls his free hand along the side of Nate's neck, thumb settling somewhere just before his ear, fingertips soft indents at the back.
)

You've lost, like, a dozen people that way. You don't have to bullshit me.
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[personal profile] cryptoherpetology 2021-05-07 02:04 am (UTC)(link)
[ He starts to reach into his pocket, remembers the travel size tissue pack he keeps on him at work isn't there, and awkwardly puts it back around his coffee cup.]
This is a pretty big shock for everyone. I think we're all due at least one or two breakdowns at the very least, no matter what sets it off. And as far as back-breaking straws, coffee isn't a bad choice. [ He takes a sip and grimaces slightly ] Even this coffee. If it's coffee. [ Stone-fruit bearing trees? In this ecosystem? ]
thephix: max (make you leave)

could've sworn i replied to this but apparently it was just a dream

[personal profile] thephix 2021-05-07 02:07 am (UTC)(link)
[It would have been nice if the interdimensional portal had given them some warning before dragging them here. They could've worn more appropriate outfits. If they're even actually here and this isn't some kind of hallucination. She hasn't ruled it out.]

Max. It isn't short for anything.

[With the tone of someone who's been asked that question a lot.

She'd thought about lying, using a fake name, but if anyone she knows turns up, they'll blow that immediately out of the water.]


And yourself?
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[personal profile] swordjock 2021-05-07 02:10 am (UTC)(link)
I haaaaaate bureaucracy. [ She groans, equal parts exhaustion and impatience talking. It's a hatred born of experience; she's a much better soldier than a diplomat, but she's been forced to play at both over the past few years. ] News flash: none of us asked to be here. I get being cautious, but seriously, figure it out already. Give us a chance to prove ourselves, or do something.

Also, their interrogation skills suck. I'm not saying that's a bad thing, but it's true. [ So maybe she's annoyed enough to be a little spiteful. Sue her. ] Putting prisoners together just makes it easier to come up with a cover story, or plan an escape. I don't think they're even recording us.

[ Which, again: definitely a good thing, but not a wise thing. ]
nonscriptum: to a non-believer? (well I'm super)

[personal profile] nonscriptum 2021-05-07 02:14 am (UTC)(link)
[ Nate doesn't need the empathy bond to pick up on that sentiment, which is good, because he can't feel it right now anyway and hasn't yet realized as much. Kind of hard to bullshit somebody who not only knew him for over a decade in another life, but has Seen him in this one.

Nate exhales with shaky control through his nose, jaw set and tense, nodding in spite of the pit in his stomach twisting back into that pretzel knot all over again. With gentle ease Ian's hand cradles one side of his neck and he's hard-pressed to not just shut his eyes and lean into it, but this is far too public for that kind of intimacy as much as he'd like to throw the middle finger up at their benevolent captors.

Some of the tension rolls from his shoulders and he reaches up, rests one hand on Ian's wrist.
]

I took you for granted. I don't want to do that again.
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[personal profile] wittingly 2021-05-07 02:25 am (UTC)(link)
( This is about when Ian notices the empathy bond is missing — because Nate says something that spears him directly in the heart. Normally he'd be fumbling inside of himself, riding out a wave of deep affection and feeling self-conscious as hell over it — except there's no echo, no external understanding, no amusement, none of the carbonated feeling he's used to getting back whenever he feels something like this.

His expressions are muted, maybe hard to track — fondness only in the corners of his eyes, then a sudden gentle confused furrow to his brow. A knit that reads something's wrong, accompanied by the tightening of his grip on both neck and hand.

He'd struggle and eventually muster up the balls to say something back that's equal in sentiment despite second-guessing himself all the while, except this new revelation throws a wrench straight into the gears.

His rusty voice cracks a little until it catches properly.
)

Hey, can we- is there somewhere we can go right now?

( Private, somewhere not in this fucking hallway, so he can act and speak freely. )
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[personal profile] restoral 2021-05-07 03:31 am (UTC)(link)
there's a Walmart inside this dragon? wow they really are everywhere!
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[personal profile] cryptoherpetology 2021-05-07 03:32 am (UTC)(link)
[ He has to fight back a laugh at the young woman's critique of their captors' skills as captors. ]

You're right. These aren't exactly prison wardens- I think they're figuring out what to do as they go as much as we are. Which would be more comforting if they weren't the ones in charge of the food supply.

I'm Alex, by the way.
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[personal profile] restoral 2021-05-07 03:34 am (UTC)(link)
Well... it's fine to be scared. Not everyone is a fighter.

[ The smile he flashes her is far from genuine. It's not really about wanting to face danger, but he doesn't understand how anyone could be unwilling to help at least in other ways. ]
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[personal profile] restoral 2021-05-07 03:40 am (UTC)(link)
[ He settles behind her and pulls her hair back gently. Having a metal hand can add some new challenges, but thankfully getting hair caught isn't one of them. The real challenge is remembering how a French braid starts, so first he brushes the fingers of his right hand through her hair to loosen and tangles before he starts trying to see if it will just come to him.

What he gets started isn't the neatest or most even braid, but it should keep her hair back and not turn it into a giant knot.
]

Don't tell anyone, but when my hair was long, there were a couple of kids who really liked to play with it. I think I looked pretty good with flowers.
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[personal profile] restoral 2021-05-07 03:45 am (UTC)(link)
[ Bucky rolls his eyes. He's not answering that question. He's not feeding into Sam's weird love of his stupid drone, even though it's obviously Sam's kid.

Besides, there's a more important thing to be mad at:
]

Calling Walker annoying is like calling the sun a little warm.

[ Because Bucky actually likes Sam and Steve. Walker is at best tolerable when he's being helpful. At best. ]

Besides, he was never Captain America. Just some guy in a suit.
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[personal profile] restoral 2021-05-07 03:50 am (UTC)(link)
A few, but they were all on the same side as me.

[ In one way or another. Bucky can't imagine anyone he's met here who he recognizes would start batting for the HYDRA team and Bucky's not too concerned about actual World War 2 Nazis popping up.

Though maybe he should be. It would be the unwanted cherry on top.
]

Did you?
nonscriptum: cool motive, still murder (it was for treasure???????)

[personal profile] nonscriptum 2021-05-07 03:56 am (UTC)(link)
[ Something is wrong.

It's not immediately apparent except that Ian looks at him funny, as though something is missing, or expected and not forthcoming. Whatever mild, sweet fondness was there dissipates immediately under a cloud of concern and the fingers at his neck squeeze ever so slightly.

It's worrying. The creak in his voice, the hint of urgency.
]

...um. Sure, I think our options are "utility closet" and "interrogation room."