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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.


chaoswitch: (Default)

[personal profile] chaoswitch 2021-05-08 10:47 pm (UTC)(link)
They did, But admittedly I've forgotten already. It was two thousand and there was an eight in there somewhere.
baum: (s q u i n t)

[personal profile] baum 2021-05-08 10:52 pm (UTC)(link)
I mean, I'm from 2008 so that's not necessarily my future

When are you from?
sunmon: (Default)

[personal profile] sunmon 2021-05-08 10:52 pm (UTC)(link)
If anyone could, I'm not sure why you wouldn't be the first person they told.

[ there's a set to her jaw, like she would very much like to use that very small science to make him regret his dismissal. instead, she only curls her hands into fists.

it's stupid. it's like denying that there are stars in the sky. there's no point to fighting with him, but she can't help it.
]
baum: (l i p s)

[personal profile] baum 2021-05-08 10:54 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Liberal use of sarcasm. That's his kind of girl, except she's directing it at him.

His eyes roll back around to her. He can sass with the best of them.
]

You said it like it was a thing everyone knew about. Not like it's a secret you're keeping.
sunmon: (pic#14885787)

[personal profile] sunmon 2021-05-08 10:56 pm (UTC)(link)
[ a flare of gold appears in her hand, like the swirling heart of a sun. there's no need — not only is there no danger, but bucky has stalwartly shoved himself in the path between whatever the possible danger was and alina.

the light fades, her shoulders slump.
]

You don't have to keep doing that. I can take care of myself.
sunmon: (Default)

[personal profile] sunmon 2021-05-08 10:59 pm (UTC)(link)
Everyone knows dogs exist. I still wouldn't know you were one of them until you opened your mouth.

[ her voice is flat and unforgiving. it doesn't matter if it's a secret. and, well, it is. if she hopes to evade the general's grasp, it certainly is, though she's beginning to get the feeling that maybe, just maybe, she may have found the one place that's safe from him.

unfortunately, if that's the case, it's also far, far from where she needs to be.
]
freightcars: (bucky-104-00090)

[personal profile] freightcars 2021-05-08 11:06 pm (UTC)(link)
I got that. With the--

( He gestures to his eyes. Shoots her an apologetic look, tight-lipped and clearly a touch contrite. )

You can burn out everyone's eyeballs, it's nuts. It's just...

( A tired little head shake. )

Habit. Hard to break. Sorry.
baum: (s i g h i n g)

[personal profile] baum 2021-05-08 11:06 pm (UTC)(link)
Right. So until I see different, I don't know that you're Grisha.

[ God, you know. He does not have time for this. He doesn't have time for magic and aliens and interrogation rooms. He doesn't have time for anything, ever. John drops his head back against the wall, annoyed. ]

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[personal profile] sunmon 2021-05-08 11:08 pm (UTC)(link)
There are worse habits.

[ her own form of apology. she's studying him now, like she doesn't quite get him. maybe it's that she's used to being the one who does the defending, who starts the fights, and she just doesn't know what it looks like for someone to actually get out in front of her. but she's also thinking what kind of life a person lives to wind up with a habit like that.

she shakes it off.
]

Was that the last of the scientists? [ she points ahead to the other members of the team. ] There's one more, isn't there? [ she's doing an internal tally, which is a good way to be wrong. ]
sunmon: (pic#14852200)

[personal profile] sunmon 2021-05-08 11:13 pm (UTC)(link)
[ the cut of her chin away from him isn't quite a roll of her eyes, but it's a close enough measure of annoyance. she reaches down to her kefta, wiping away the alien goo. somehow, he finds these eggs more believable than grisha. it rankles her a bit. ]

So everyone where you come from is otkazat'sya? Everyone's normal? [ she tries to think through the ramifications. no fold. no saints. no witch hunters. no shu han experiments. what else would people war over — land?

on the other hand, it makes a sort of sense. his disdain for the mere possibility of grisha can't be that far from the experience of the first people who'd met one, could it? she and mal had acted the same way.

she sniffs a little, thinking of him.
]
baum: (f o l d e d)

[personal profile] baum 2021-05-08 11:19 pm (UTC)(link)
[ John's about to ask what the hell that word means, but then she covers it, and he blinks. It sounds Russian, he thinks. There's definitely parallels. ]

Yeah. Well, they don't do small science, if that's what counts as normal.

[ Aside from the people who aren't people, but are robots from the future made to look like people, that is. They don't do small science either, but they're definitely not ordinary humans.

The thing is, John can't talk about that. He has to pretend like none of that's real.
]

Look, I'm sorry. I just don't have a frame of reference for any of this, so when I asked you to show me, that's why. It doesn't matter.

[ He wasn't good at making friends back home. Why would it be any different here? ]
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[personal profile] freightcars 2021-05-08 11:24 pm (UTC)(link)
( A couple wars and a guilt complex will do a number on your muscle memory. Often times the body moves faster than the higher brain, thanks to a certain artificial something running through his blood. He's got good intentions, even if the execution's not always up to par.

He follows her point. Does a mental tally, compares it to the mission briefing — yeah. One short, and there's absolutely god-awful communication going on among the rescue party. No way of knowing if someone else is already in route or they're the last ones left to recover him.

Another pause, a glance at her, a quick assessment.

Worked earlier, and it's a hell of a lot smarter to have a second set of eyes so he doesn't get tentacled in the back. Doesn't seem like she's going anywhere, and he knows better than to challenge it.

He tips his head toward the intersection, at the path leading deeper instead of out.
)

Looks like they have a four foot range, maybe more. Try to save it if there's just one. I can handle one, and it's easier if I can see it. If there's a cluster...

( Do the thing. )

Should keep us from getting overwhelmed long enough to put them down.
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[personal profile] unclesam 2021-05-08 11:26 pm (UTC)(link)
[ It's the wrong question to ask. Sam's shoulders go rigid, and he rolls them to try and cover that up. He does push off the wall, wandering over to the door and leaning against it, half turned away from Bucky. ]

She's dead.

[ And it's a failure, not a victory by any means. Not something that needed to happen. Despite everything, Sam does believe that she deserved... something else than that. Something other than a bullet and a lonely death in Sam's arms. ]
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[personal profile] freightcars 2021-05-08 11:34 pm (UTC)(link)
( Attitude bleeds out of him instantly, falling away into the more real and raw underbelly of his feelings. His lips part, but he doesn't say anything for a second.

Her dying wasn't part of the plan. More killing isn't what he wanted. The plan was to stop her.

A second or two of letting Sam stand alone, and Bucky finally pushes up off the wall to follow him. He curls a hand around Sam's shoulder.
)

I'm sorry.

( He doesn't know what happened, but whatever it was obviously hit him hard. So. Yeah, he means it. )
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[personal profile] unclesam 2021-05-09 12:02 am (UTC)(link)
[ It takes a moment, but eventually there's a slow, deep exhale. There's no use in bitterness over Bucky not being quite the friend he's grown to become. The not-friend. And not-partner. He's in there, just... Bucky's got some stuff to work through, too.

He tries not to think of Steve and Natasha and Riley. Tries not to think that Bucky's just one more partner he's lost to circumstances greater than him. ]


Thank you.

[ And he means that. Sam glances over his shoulder, finds Bucky's eyes, then gives him a small nod. ]

Lot of stuff happens. Listen, where you're at? You and I ain't good. But we will be.

[ He shrugs the shoulder that Bucky's not holding onto. ]

I got a headstart here. I know your crap, you don't know mine. You want me to tell you, I will.
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[personal profile] portolan 2021-05-09 12:12 am (UTC)(link)
Why not be the cannoneer then? [ Balthier has been meticulously inspecting and cleaning equipment for the better part of two days, but the task is nearly complete. His mind dips dangerously close to thoughts of the explosion, to Fran's face, before he ended up here. ] I hear it's an excellent distraction. [ A distraction he desperately needs.]
bytherules: (you unimpress me.)

ur rite and u should say it

[personal profile] bytherules 2021-05-09 12:14 am (UTC)(link)
[oh, she'll be judged for being human PLENTY, but...y'know. perhaps in a more passive-aggressive way, and not so direct as the rest of his demeanor seems to be apt to being. he'll do himself no favors being openly rude to potential support in this crisis, after all! business before displeasure and all that...

as for the question...]
The energy field is a life-support function and means for flight. I'd be of far less value to the reconstruction and escape efforts without it.
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[personal profile] portolan 2021-05-09 12:19 am (UTC)(link)
[ balthier is sure to keep his footing as the guard shoves him into the cell -- no sense putting a bigger target on his back by appearing clumsy. he learned that by, oh, the third or forth cell he'd been thrown in. this wasn't nearly so bad as nalbina. and he was good at making friends.

Good to see that good manners are universal, madame. [ the cell rattles shut with pointed aggression. ah, well, that's happened before too. ]
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[personal profile] fossils 2021-05-09 12:23 am (UTC)(link)
[ He tilts his head to the side. ]

Not tonight. [ He raises his eyebrows. ]

I make the right choice?
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[personal profile] bytherules 2021-05-09 12:24 am (UTC)(link)
How fortunate to not be of direct need for such things. [it's a touch sly, but still quite...dry. he's not a very musical speaker, this one -- as flat and no-nonsense as his demeanor is, really.

that said, he lifts the hand bearing his ring, looking about before giving directions:]
Body count. Active sentient species only.

[in response, one of those panels blinks and alters scale, seeming to merge with a few others as the ring works to heed Salaak's request: soon, a low-resolution chart begins to light up with a series of glowing dots, signifying the numbers of persons detected.

...not without some staggering and flickering, however. troubling. not normal. Salaak says nothing of it, instead musing aloud:]
Taking into account the very high likelihood that many of these terran-style persons could be from other universes, which could impact standard dietary needs and metabolic rates will require some research or a few more simulations with which to come to a baseline hypothesis, and leaving in the margin of error to factor in any possible magical tomfoolery which will skew any calculation...mm...

...Hm.

[his eyes seem to narrow.]

...No, no it is something to be considered. Those organic egg-sacs are not to be assumed as simple byproduct...
bytherules: (you unimpress me.)

[personal profile] bytherules 2021-05-09 12:26 am (UTC)(link)
[good call, honestly. Salaak would've hated that.]

Will that require further dismantling of the equipment? Or do you perhaps have smaller, more delicate tools than your own hands. [your wide, meaty human hands with their too-many spindly fingers.]
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[personal profile] spalten 2021-05-09 12:36 am (UTC)(link)
Seems like it.

[ vidar laughs as he sets the cup down. ]

It's good enough for this. [ a slight hand gesture about everything - the ridiculousness of being in this foreign place, the stupid drink. it's laughable, really. ]

You sure you don't want to try?
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[personal profile] swordjock 2021-05-09 12:41 am (UTC)(link)
Oh, it's completely different. Things are less poisonous on Etheria. Except for Beast Island. The animals are friendlier, too. Uh, except for Beast Island, again. And the Crimson Wastes. And the Whispering Woods, sometimes.

[ . . . ]

Okay, so maybe it isn't completely different. But it's definitely not the same place.
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[personal profile] lifetothefullest 2021-05-09 12:51 am (UTC)(link)
Okay, well, not being buried is a good first step.

[Not extremely reassuring to think they could get trapped in the tunnel, but still. Living to deal with that issue would be better than just dying right away, right? He's just not going to consider too deeply how pathetically low that bar is.

A scrabbling sound comes from further down the tunnel and Lance freezes briefly, trying to figure out if it's coming toward them, but it doesn't seem to be just yet. But he thinks he also hears--]


Is that a voice?

[He asks Ian very quietly, without looking back at him; he's not totally sure, but he thinks he can hear a distant voice yelling from some faraway passage.]
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[personal profile] fossils 2021-05-09 01:12 am (UTC)(link)
[ His head cocks to the side a degree as he studies her again, something like commiseration lightly coloring his features for a moment. Won't be her appearance that'll get him doubting her, anyway.

He lets his gaze shift toward where she'd been looking, the direction of the downed ship, going quiet for a minute. ]


The name's Steve, by the way.

[ Been talking long enough to share that part. ]