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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.


swordjock: (238)

[personal profile] swordjock 2021-05-10 03:51 am (UTC)(link)
[ A few years ago, her response to that idea would have been outright dismissal, with an almost arrogant certainty. Now — after her visions, the portal, being stuck in an alternate reality, seeing the impossible made possible more than once — the words knock the wind out of her. Hard.

She has no idea what happened before she woke up in that egg. How long she'd been out for; who might have been responsible for putting her there in the first place. If this is some kind of test, or punishment, or humiliation for her failure to defeat Horde Prime. The odds are still against it, but she can't deny the possibility. ]


I don't want to believe that. [ Is the best she can muster in response. Given how long the reply takes, it's clear she gave it some thought. ] If this was really Etheria, there should still be something, somewhere, that I recognize, but there isn't. It has to be a coincidence.

[ If she sounds like she's trying to convince herself all of a sudden... she is. ]
wittingly: (Sʜᴇ's ᴀʟᴡᴀʏs ᴡᴏʀʀɪᴇᴅ ᴀʙᴏᴜᴛ ᴛʜɪɴɢs ʟɪᴋ)

[personal profile] wittingly 2021-05-10 03:51 am (UTC)(link)
That... suddenly explains so much.

( He muses, shaking his head a little.

Granted, Lance has been a gentle probing figure since Ian met him, but knowing now what he'd been primarily focused on... Yeah, it makes sense.

It also makes him a little aware that he probably looks like a fitting candidate for both topics, which is less than stellar. Just gonna super casually refocus on the path ahead. It's rainy, you know? Easy to slip. Wouldn't want that.
)

Way more interesting than mine, I'll give you that.
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stay alert stay alive - a (cw: self-directed perjoratives)

[personal profile] ketterdam 2021-05-10 04:00 am (UTC)(link)
the cane marks him as a cripple. the bitter, downward slant to his mouth invites one to comment on the fact at their peril. kaz has kept apace of the others without complaint. he is ruthless and quick in a fight, and the idea of going underground and coming up against rat monsters doesn't concern him — what he needs is currency, and this will allow him leverage enough. but the pack is heavy, and the terrain uneven. at the offer, however, his expression tightens to a knife-point.

Mind your business.

it isn't snapped, that's entirely more emotion than he's willing to show around a stranger, even if it's anger. no, instead it's said with all the imperiousness and disdain of a king — albeit one of a rougher cut and creed than one royalty born. he is barely a lieutenant in per haskell's gang, but since when has that ever stopped him?
lifetothefullest: (ᴄʀʏsᴛᴀʟʟɪᴢɪɴɢ ᴄʟᴇᴀʀ ᴀs ᴅᴀʏ)

[personal profile] lifetothefullest 2021-05-10 04:06 am (UTC)(link)
Does it?

[He asks the question lightly, mostly to be purposefully annoying but also to test the waters just a little. Not that he expects much of an actual answer, but still.

As for the last comment--]


That just depends on the audience; my friends would probably find your topic much more interesting than mine.

[In fact he's pretty sure Brennan would be very pleased by a topic that was 'real science' and not 'near complete guesswork.']
Edited 2021-05-10 04:07 (UTC)
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[personal profile] cryptoherpetology 2021-05-10 04:07 am (UTC)(link)
[ He gives this a bit more somber consideration. ]

There are people, but the fact that they're people means their existence isn't my secret to give away. Even to people from another world, while in a prison cell in an alternate dimension. [ Being able to talk openly about some things here has been oddly freeing for being in captivity, but there's only so far he's willing to indulge that. If cryptozoology were organized to have professional ethics guides, disclosing the existence of a specific sapient species to law enforcement would probably be a violation of them. ] But suffice it to say most of them are, like humans, overall perfectly nice people.
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[personal profile] dissemblance 2021-05-10 04:09 am (UTC)(link)
Could be worse.

salivating, but not the wrong kind of salivating. fighting off cannibals, oddly, never made her bucket list. these people seem friendly enough in that way she's come to associate with basic human decency — they're wary, but they're looking after them. were willing to take them in. give them clothing, share their food. sure, they higher ups are being brusque, but they could have killed them, especially in that first day that felt like the worst post-chloroform headache she'd ever had. they wouldn't have even needed to do it themselves — they could have staked them all outside and let the rain do its work.

right. vermont.

she sucks her teeth momentarily in something almost like apology.


Sorry, Barnes. Saving that story for the tell-all book about my glorious resurrection. You'll have to wait. a beat. then: I'll sign your copy, though. If you ask nicely.
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[personal profile] dissemblance 2021-05-10 04:10 am (UTC)(link)
I think it's a given that Walmart is going to try and start its own interplanetary colony one day. Can't be Hell on Earth if it's not on Earth.
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network, un a. price

[personal profile] cryptoherpetology 2021-05-10 04:14 am (UTC)(link)
Honeybadger's a good choice.
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[personal profile] wittingly 2021-05-10 04:14 am (UTC)(link)
( He puffs out another breath, not quite a laugh. Close, though. ​)

Well, at least you're consistent with your taste in friends. I'm taking that as a compliment.

( No further commentary on Lance's specialty, just as he expected. Maybe he'd have more to say if he felt as calm internally as he's putting out externally. A few observations on interactions he's seen Lance have, if not with himself then with others.

But yeah, right now his brain only gets as far as 'nope' on the subject.
)
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[personal profile] dissemblance 2021-05-10 04:14 am (UTC)(link)
some people might be unsettled by a teenager talking about guns being pointed at their heads. to natasha, that was just every day that ended in y from prepubescence on up. she shrugs, swirls her fork elegantly in her mash slop and takes a delicate bite. could use some salt, but otherwise it's not the worst thing she's ever eaten.

john, has anyone ever told you you're bad at being a regular teenager?


Wouldn't help, no. Feels good sometimes, though. Indulgent. Just to let it all out.
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[personal profile] lifetothefullest 2021-05-10 04:17 am (UTC)(link)
[Oh well. He'll just make a little mental note of the subject, and worry about it later. For now--]

You should, my friends are awesome.

[And he gives another little smile at that, both from thinking about his friends at home and as an indicator that he's including Ian in that statement.]
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[personal profile] fossils 2021-05-10 04:20 am (UTC)(link)
Room for one more?

[ It'll have been difficult for either of them to miss as he approached their table with his plastic plate of uneaten, but he'd gotten lucky just a moment earlier, out of both their lines of sight. Got to watch them for a minute unnoticed.

If he had to pick two people to be stranded on an alien planet with...

So there's a tired, lopsided smile as he takes a seat next to Natasha without needing to wait for an answer-- and a bit of a sidelong glance at Bucky, the same one he's been giving him for the past couple of days. ]
wittingly: (Bᴜᴛ ʏᴏᴜ ᴄᴏᴜʟᴅɴ'ᴛ sʜᴀʀᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ᴘᴀɪɴ)

[personal profile] wittingly 2021-05-10 04:28 am (UTC)(link)
( The smile he flits in Lance's direction is appreciative, if small. Any other time he'd probably rattle off something like we totally are, toot his own horn a little. Brag about himself jokingly. His head's not in the game enough for it now — which turns out to be fine, because someone up ahead says oh thank god, fucking finally.

They're coming up on the front gates, and members of security and medical teams quickly and professionally swoop in to start attending to the scientists.

You'd think the relief of being back would make him less antsy, but for whatever reason it just fuels that sense of urgency saying he needs to hurry up with swallowing something or else he's gonna have to actually deal with things. No, thank you.

It might be a little masochistic, really, that he deliberately slows himself down. Hard to say if not looking like he's about to lose his shit is more important than not actually losing his shit. It's sort of an evenly matched eternal Kaiju battle taking place somewhere in his brain in times like this.
)
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[personal profile] dissemblance 2021-05-10 04:29 am (UTC)(link)
I suppose, technically, it would get rid of the goo.

and also everything else. but, you know. little things.

Natasha. It's nice to meet you, Alina. I could argue for better circumstances, but at least the air's fresh.
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[personal profile] freightcars 2021-05-10 04:30 am (UTC)(link)
Natasha was just telling me about her bondage days in the cornfields of Vermont.

( He drawls conversationally, steadfastly ignoring that look that he's been ignoring for days and will continue to ignore for even more days.

Come on, Rogers. )
hootlem: (Weaponizing my pride. Well played.)

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[personal profile] hootlem 2021-05-10 04:33 am (UTC)(link)
Not a clue!

[A bony pale hand casually reaches over to pluck up the callously flicked away vegetable, quickly popping into her mouth. The moment it left Catra's tray, she lost all rights to it.]

[Eda's already gnawed halfway through her protein ration, and while abominable, she could recognize scarcity. Scarcity meant survival—and opportunity.]

[She plops an elbow on the table and rests her cheek against the hand, pointing her other finger at Catra's ration.]
I'll take it off your hands if you're not gonna eat it.
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[personal profile] sunmon 2021-05-10 04:35 am (UTC)(link)
Is it?

[ she wrinkles her nose, looking up towards the sky on the horizon, never ducking past the shield's purview. she's not quite sure this qualifies. ]

The first part's true at least. [ she looks back at natasha. ] It's good to meet you. Better that none of us is here alone.
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[personal profile] sunmon 2021-05-10 04:37 am (UTC)(link)
[ oh. oh. the defensiveness comes through. buried, but you know it when you see it if you've got the same habit. all at once, alina feels a little guilty for pressing as hard as she has.

there's no good way to keep adora's dignity intact and step away gracefully, though. or maybe alina's just no good at being graceful.
]

Is there a landmark you could look for?
To know for sure.


[ it would give her peace, if it wasn't there. ]

A sea, maybe. A mountain range?
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[personal profile] dissemblance 2021-05-10 04:37 am (UTC)(link)
I think we can blame breakfast cereal brands for the fetish. Everyone knows Tony the Tiger was hotter than the Lucky Charm guy.
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[personal profile] angerberg 2021-05-10 04:39 am (UTC)(link)
It must have great potential. What else is it capable of?

[ she works hard to keep her voice level as she asks. curious, but not too curious. ]
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[personal profile] dissemblance 2021-05-10 04:40 am (UTC)(link)
Rogers is far too delicate for this sort of talk, Barnes, you'll give the man the vapors.

( rogers (exhibit a) is not, in fact, too delicate for this or any other sort of talk, but she does love to tease. she lets him sit beside her, even nudges her shoulder in against his. it's almost alarming how young he seems, after everything.
hootlem: (Unless you want to start paying rent.)

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[personal profile] hootlem 2021-05-10 04:41 am (UTC)(link)
Jeez, give it a rest, kid.

[The tired voice pipes up from the back of the cell, where Eda's lounging on her side—the best one could in a holding sell, covered in dried mystery goop, anyway. Isles, this was going to do a number on her glorious mane.]

You're wearing me out just from watching you. Save your energy for the chance we get to make a break for it.

[As she speaks, the hand not supporting her head idly flakes dry slip from her hair. Admitting defeat, she yawns, and flops on her back.] Seriously, I'm pooped. Whatever was in that egg didn't do my joints any favors.
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[personal profile] freightcars 2021-05-10 04:41 am (UTC)(link)
I don't know why, but I suddenly feel the urge to defend the lucky charms leprechaun. What is it? The height? He's portable.
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[personal profile] angerberg 2021-05-10 04:41 am (UTC)(link)
[ yennefer doesn't even look twice at his babyface as she says, ]

I sincerely doubt it.

[ despite her well-pruned appearance, there's something old and unmovable about the presentation of the response, about the flatness of her affect. ]
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[personal profile] dissemblance 2021-05-10 04:43 am (UTC)(link)
I'd caution you against letting our captors know that. Sentient zits seem to be the sort of thing they'd frown on.

though they're a lot less cautious than she'd be if their situations were reversed. natasha has a hard time imagining she'd be anywhere near as empathic as the adamant has been, given how they showed up.