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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.


spalten: (awkward) (Default)

[personal profile] spalten 2021-05-07 09:00 pm (UTC)(link)
It seems cursed, especially for one at the ripe age of 24.

If there was certainly a point in your life which has doomed you to be unfortunate, it would likely be the fact that you have terrible taste in cologne.
cicatrize: dns. (pic#8203840)

[personal profile] cicatrize 2021-05-07 09:02 pm (UTC)(link)
Oh there was definitely a point. Wasn't that one, though.
spalten: (pic#14544820)

vidar (gaelio bauduin) / gundam: ibo

[personal profile] spalten 2021-05-07 09:03 pm (UTC)(link)
HATCHING.

Shit -

[ not how he wanted to spend the morning, not how he wanted to spend his life, ever. gaelio thought he was going to die, but that's not the case - and anyway, wouldn't it be funny if he actually did die, this time around, by being trapped in an egg?

in any case he staggers towards the floor most inelegantly, when he realizes he doesn't have his mask. by the time he tries to reach back into the goo, it's gone, and he wipes the good out of his face in annoyance. ]


- ah. Great.

[ at least he's not alone? when he sees you, he gives a slight, tepid wave as he tries to get the goo out of his hair. in a dry voice, he'll greet you with - ]

Rise and shine.

OBLIGATORY TEXT.

1. Vidar.
2. --
3. I don't really know. I don't have any. I'm sorry for your lack of olfactory parts, it's a tragedy.
4. A cat.
5. I'm pushing 30.
6. It's alright.


WILDCARD.

[ pp me with anything, i'll roll with it. ]
Edited 2021-05-08 20:41 (UTC)
spalten: (awkward) (Default)

[personal profile] spalten 2021-05-07 09:05 pm (UTC)(link)
Oh, you're the complicated type.

Please don't tell me. I prefer to remain ignorant and would be happier that way.
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[personal profile] cicatrize 2021-05-07 09:11 pm (UTC)(link)
I suppose that's one word for it.

Then we're in agreement, as it's none of your fucking business. Cologne and beach sex isn't enough to damn a life besides.
spalten: (awkward) (Default)

[personal profile] spalten 2021-05-07 09:14 pm (UTC)(link)
You never know. Misfortune need not be serious in order to lead to a damned life.

But in your case, perhaps that kind of persistence is useful enough to maintain the sunniest of dispositions, awful tastes aside.
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[personal profile] cicatrize 2021-05-07 09:22 pm (UTC)(link)
Fascinating that you've found any part of my disposition 'sunny'. I don't argue taste with strangers who give no evidence of their own.
spalten: (awkward) (Default)

[personal profile] spalten 2021-05-07 09:23 pm (UTC)(link)
I like being mysterious. There's a certain charm to it.

As for your disposition, you mean you haven't been? My goodness.
cicatrize: (pic#7745053)

[personal profile] cicatrize 2021-05-07 09:35 pm (UTC)(link)
Or a certain laziness. But to each their own.

You know, when not birthed from an alien egg and housed in a rotting carcass, I am, on rare occasion, a fucking delight.
cicatrize: dns. (pic#8203865)

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[personal profile] cicatrize 2021-05-07 09:46 pm (UTC)(link)
They make creams for that.

[ jack drawls from the opposite side of the cell, content (as well as can be expected) in his corner, with his personal space, and his complete lack of any skin blemishes, as he's had the skin care routine of a literal prince.

the mention of a mask is the first thing that draws him to actually give his cellmate a once over, soon almost mirroring the kid's scrunched up expression. ]


You look like a serial killer. [ a beat, and he adds, ] But if that's what you're going for - well done.
Edited 2021-05-07 21:47 (UTC)
spalten: (awkward) (Default)

[personal profile] spalten 2021-05-07 09:54 pm (UTC)(link)
That's hurtful, you know.

And I believe you. We're far from being in any ideal location, after all. Certainly not in the realm of beach sex, but at least there's dubious alcohol.
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[personal profile] fossils 2021-05-07 10:16 pm (UTC)(link)
[ A beat, and he nods, releasing his grip. Wasn't thinking about escape just yet, only testing whether they even could.

Hasn't exactly felt physically at one hundred percent since the hatchening. And by that interrogation he's guessing the immediate situation is more of a quarantine than anything else. Which isn't exactly a good thing either, but--

He settles down on the ground at Bucky's right side, both knees up. ]


You talk to anyone else yet?

[ Other detainees. ]
rhapsodical: (pic#14008809)

[personal profile] rhapsodical 2021-05-07 10:42 pm (UTC)(link)
[ If nothing else, it's good to know that she's not alone in this. They might all be from different places, with differing backgrounds, but at least they're all united when it comes to what lies ahead of them on this freaky new planet.

She gives him a tired smile, lifting her (empty) cup in a small salute. ]


Guess that makes two of us then.

[ The cup's set back down but her hand comes back up, fingers stretching out in a pre-emptive handshake. ]

Ah, right. I'm Zeta. Normally I'd say nice to meet you but...

[ She trails off, grimacing a little. It'd be nicer if they weren't being battered by acid rain and fighting off creepy rats, if she has to be honest. ]
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[personal profile] freightcars 2021-05-07 10:43 pm (UTC)(link)
( There's a time and place for dignity, and when pride begins to get in the way of practicality it isn't now. Hauling him out of the nest felt like a necessity, putting distance between them and it is still very important. Those things skitter fast. )

Can you walk or can you limp?

( He asks brusquely, not even a falter in his stride.

They don't have time for limp.
)
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[personal profile] fossils 2021-05-07 10:43 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Leaving? ]

In general... [ he supplies, trailing off as his gaze continues searching his face like he's still looking for answers before he's being given a question.

How are you?

He doesn't have the right words to answer that yet. ]


Better now. [ Said without a hint of irony in his tone, only there's a but hanging in the air because none of this makes any sense. ]
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[personal profile] freightcars 2021-05-07 10:47 pm (UTC)(link)
( Bucky's posture doesn't change very much, and he doesn't look particularly offended. In fact, his features shift in subtle ways that give off the vibe of cool amusement. )

Don't worry about it. And you don't have to--

( A sort of... vague nod in her direction, not specific enough to pinpoint any one single thing. He means curtsy, but the word isn't coming to mind. )

Do that. Trust me, nothing you can say's gonna hurt my feelings.

( Also you are precious and too good for this cell. )
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[personal profile] demonicbeauty 2021-05-07 10:51 pm (UTC)(link)
Well...that's a relief.

[And she does, in fact, look somewhat mollified. It's more than the fact that she needs to make allies quickly, in order to fully handle the situation.

She just...doesn't want to be rude. It's her way.

As for the curtsy, well. It's always better to be overly cautious when it comes to genuflecting. Particularly when it comes to Humans. They can be very touchy when not given the respect they think they deserve. Especially from someone who looks like her. All the same, she takes his dismissal of it as an invitation to come closer. Close enough to squat down to his eye level, her long braid pooling behind her on the ground.]


Are you hurt in any way, sir? I'm not much of a healer, but I do know the basics of preventing infection.
freightcars: (Yᴏᴜ ᴋɴᴏᴡ I'ʟʟ ʀɪᴅᴇ ᴀɢᴀɪɴ)

[personal profile] freightcars 2021-05-07 10:51 pm (UTC)(link)
( Yeah, he's not so sure what to make of that concern he's reading right now. He could take it as pity, maybe. Bucky Barnes must surely have his head on backwards.

His memory's crystal clear, thanks.
)

Do I look like I'm laughing right now?

( But just so they're on the same page: )

I don't lose time.

( And if he sounds a little harsh when he says it, you'll have to forgive him. It's a touchy subject. )
freightcars: (ᴛʜᴇ sᴋʏ's ɢᴇᴛᴛɪɴɢ ᴄʟᴇᴀʀᴇʀ)

[personal profile] freightcars 2021-05-07 10:54 pm (UTC)(link)
( It's to his credit he doesn't startle at blarghargargh, though his eyebrows do shoot up to nearly his hairline.

It isn't until she turns that some mild recognition starts to filter in, and he squints at her discerningly.
)

Don't I know you from somewhere?

( That face is familiar, he's sure he's seen it before. )
Edited 2021-05-07 22:54 (UTC)
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[personal profile] freightcars 2021-05-07 10:57 pm (UTC)(link)
( Yeah, that light starts going past even his threshold, and he brings his forearm back down to cover them again. ​)

Jesus, lady.

( It dims out and he blinks stupidly for a second or two while his pupils adjust again. )

This way.

( Grunted with one eye squinted nearly shut, the other obviously bemused by the entire scene. )

What the hell was that?
freightcars: (Iᴛ's Rɪʜᴀɴɴᴀ ʙɪᴛᴄʜ)

[personal profile] freightcars 2021-05-07 10:59 pm (UTC)(link)
Well.

( He says, lifting up his cup of coffee and letting it hover near his mouth as he thinks. )

They're running down to the end of their rations and they just got a bunch of new mouths to feed. We're living in a giant skeleton. I woke up in an egg, and so did my gun. This is the worst coffee I've ever had, and that's saying something. Plus, some of these locals are practically salivating over new blood, so... Could be better.

( It means they're either gonna have to start pulling their weight immediately to look great but consequently draw a ton of attention to themselves, or fly under the radar but take up resources and ultimately breed resentment. Neither option sounds great, and he's not sure they're equipped to survive on their own until they understand more about the plant and animal life around here. Hell, they don't even have the first clue what's even edible.

He raises his cup, pauses before he actually tilts it, and lowers it a few centimeters again to skeptically ask: )


Vermont?

( Like that's the part he's having a hard time buying. )
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[personal profile] freightcars 2021-05-07 11:01 pm (UTC)(link)
( He shakes his head absently. )

A little. Nothing unexpected. Hatched, got dragged in, took a shower. Some of 'em got taken back for questioning, some haven't gone yet.

( Safe to say they'll be working their way through the crowd, though. )

Might as well get comfortable. I get the feeling we're spending the night.
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[personal profile] wittingly 2021-05-07 11:11 pm (UTC)(link)
( Making an itemized list of what Lance can do is definitely one of those five hundred questions, so it'll come up later, at least.

He nabs a shield as they pass, and the blue glow to his chest is only discernible if you squint. It thins. Lengthens a little. Curves in places to better compensate for wind shifting the direction of the rain around. To be honest, he's see people doing far more obvious shit than his, so he's not all that worried about getting spotted.
)

Definitely. It'll be a lot easier to problem-solve later if we can get specifics. I used to go out on these runs back home, not because I'm like... a great shot or anything like Nate, but pattern recognition. The way they moved was predictable. Math'll save your life sometimes.

( Knowing if Lance can teleport twenty-five feet or thirty can make the difference in advice toward decision making in precarious situations. It might not seem like a lot, but when you're doing Quick Maths in the field and you can get as precise as Ian can, it's big.

He made a wrong decision before he woke up in New Amsterdam. He doesn't want to do that again.

As an aside:
)

You want me to--

( A nod at the shield they're passing off to Lance. He could do his thing, make a few improvements. Quality of life, you know? )
wittingly: (Nᴏᴡ ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ's ɴᴏ ʟᴏᴏᴋɪɴɢ ғᴏʀᴡᴀʀᴅ)

[personal profile] wittingly 2021-05-07 11:13 pm (UTC)(link)
We could talk about the weather?

( He offers up as an alternative. Option C, change the subject entirely. That's all he's got to offer for you, man.

Well, that and a hand. He's a handshake guy, apparently.
)

Ian.
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[personal profile] unclesam 2021-05-07 11:39 pm (UTC)(link)
Alright.

[ And if his voice is soft at that, it's because far as Sam's concerned, they're good. Better than ever. Doesn't make him less concerned - or disinclined to snark back. ]

And nah, you look like you sucked on a lemon slice.

[ he glances towards the door, then back to Bucky. ]

So what's the last thing you remember, then? Maybe... egg goop just scrambles us up a bit. So let's recoup.