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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.


angerberg: (Default)

[personal profile] angerberg 2021-05-10 04:43 am (UTC)(link)
Your bargaining chip depends on them valuing your contribution. They've just ordered you to do it. Business as usual.

[ she regards him more sincerely now — at least he has the acuity of mind to be considering the checks and balances here, the likelihood that he's getting something out of this. but as far as she's concerned, the math is still off. ]

You're expecting reasonable people would reward your efforts. I don't believe in reasonable people.
dissemblance: (pic#14842225)

[personal profile] dissemblance 2021-05-10 04:44 am (UTC)(link)
Defending a small, portable Irishman, Barnes?

Careful, someone might think that means something.
freightcars: (071)

[personal profile] freightcars 2021-05-10 04:47 am (UTC)(link)
Yup
That's what it is, that
makes sense

old habits, I guess
fossils: (pic#14839554)

[personal profile] fossils 2021-05-10 04:47 am (UTC)(link)
[ He's is in no way too delicate for this kind of talk, but his lips still part with a raised eyebrow in a silent 'huh?', then his eyes narrow at Natasha. ]

Vermont?

[ Like that's the weirdest part of that sentence. ]
restoral: ([famira]gYtgvXu)

[personal profile] restoral 2021-05-10 04:48 am (UTC)(link)
well shit.

I fought in World War 2. please tell me you remember the Nazis in the future, because the world/solar system/whatever doesn't need more of them and I kind of semi-died fighting them.

and when I say aliens, I do mean people of non-human non-Earth origin. I've met a few, fought a few more, but it's all been on Earth. they came to us. wasn't that thoughtful?

no aliens for you yet?
hootlem: (But it's dangerous and partially illegal)

hatching

[personal profile] hootlem 2021-05-10 04:48 am (UTC)(link)
[A low, rolling, too-smug chuckle answers from the shower, which seemed to be occupied by a mass of hair at the moment. Normally, the volume of her hair was a boon for stashing valuables, but now...]

[What a dried slime nightmare. At least the water seemed to reconstitute it... somewhat.


Yeah, they sure did. [Another chuckle, then quieter, but not quiet enough:] Suckers.
spalten: (awkward) (Default)

[personal profile] spalten 2021-05-10 04:50 am (UTC)(link)
I'm not going to make promises I can't keep.

Earth is a planet of limited resources, so I'm not sure that was a solid move on their part, but to each their own.

No aliens of the like you've identified. Perhaps that's for the best.
dissemblance: (pic#8938089)

[personal profile] dissemblance 2021-05-10 04:51 am (UTC)(link)
Your secret's safe with me, товарищ.

she knows he knows. or at least, that he's guessed. no harm in letting him in on the joke.
restoral: ([famira]uKAaPtU)

[personal profile] restoral 2021-05-10 04:51 am (UTC)(link)
so a little bit of torture from home? maybe we should open up competition. our twigs will be better. artisanal.
nonscriptum: mankind's least important finger, right? (I have a hairline fracture in my thumb)

[personal profile] nonscriptum 2021-05-10 04:52 am (UTC)(link)
[ It's easiest to go back to the place they came from - particularly when he knows there shouldn't be any other interrogations on the docket today - and Nate follows with something like mild confusion, connected hand to hand and released once inside. There's that strangeness again, as the heat on his palm dissipates and he rubs it with his opposite thumb, watching Ian shut the door.

The first statement sweeps the legs out from under him and Nate stares, uncomprehending, waiting for the follow up that requires several seconds to register. Thank God Ian does follow up, or they'd really have to have a difficult conversation.

He feels, but not-
]

...Oh.

[ The back of his hand cradled in Ian's he looks down at the contact that should be lighting him up inside, filling him with an unmistakable reflection of warmth, reminding him of the bond they've earned and (honestly) scaring him a little that it isn't there. The glowing isn't there either, and Nate's free fingers wander over his own chest for a moment, glancing down and seeing nothing. No vivid blue piece of a thing-that-wanted-to-be-a-god.

The implications hit slowly, then all at once.
]

Oh, crap.
restoral: ([famira]soFSEoh)

[personal profile] restoral 2021-05-10 04:54 am (UTC)(link)
So you can beat a hundred and six?

[ He looks a little smug. Probably too smug. ]
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[personal profile] dissemblance 2021-05-10 05:00 am (UTC)(link)
The ones with the ears. Yeah, I know them.

Little on the small side all the way out here on an alien planet, though.


or. in general, really, but then — the black widow is one to talk.
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[personal profile] swordjock 2021-05-10 05:01 am (UTC)(link)
[ The reference






Adora's head stupid hair poof. ]


Can't it find a different way? [ She whines, grimaces, then sighs. ] Sorry, that was rude of me. I'm sure there are lots of really great arthropods out there. [ For what it's worth, she does sound genuinely apologetic. She's grown up around enough different species to know better than to be prejudiced based on looks (or features) alone — even if only Scorpia fits the having an exoskeleton definition, and they're... more tentative allies than friends. ]
wittingly: (Aɴᴅ ᴛʜᴇ ᴍᴏᴏɴ ɪs ᴛʜᴇ ᴏɴʟʏ ʟɪɢʜᴛ ᴡᴇ'ʟʟ sᴇ)

[personal profile] wittingly 2021-05-10 05:06 am (UTC)(link)
( He doesn't let go of Nate's hand, probably a subconscious decision driven by the fact that he's feeling the same kind of fear as Nate. As uncomfortable as he's always been putting himself out there to be seen, it's something he'd slowly grown accustomed to. More than that, even — the echoes of understanding and matching feelings were a consistent reminder that they're on the same page. A regular, recurring, frankly kind of soothing bit of concrete proof that he didn't need to overthink his feelings — positive or negative — fifteen times over, because most of the time he could feel Nate feeling them, too.

He actually might have needed that, without even realizing it.

And it's gone.

Oh, crap.
)

Yeah.

( Less a word and more an exhale, distinctly unhappy. Oh, crap is exactly right. Talk about taking things for granted.

Interestingly enough, where Nate's chest is unresponsive, Ian's is glowing subtly beneath his shirt. Probably not hard to connect the dots that he's trying, that he's activating the damn thing just like he would if he were putting up walls or something.

It's just... not doing anything.
)
swordjock: (182)

[personal profile] swordjock 2021-05-10 05:08 am (UTC)(link)
So I just choose one? At random? Seems pretty hard without anything to narrow it down, but I'll try.

What about you? When's your birthday?
freightcars: (160)

[personal profile] freightcars 2021-05-10 05:14 am (UTC)(link)
Спасибо.

( Yeah, they're on the same page. )

Probably not much of a secret if there's a museum piece about it
then again, it's probably been a little while since anyone here visited the Smithsonian
I guess we're getting a fresh start on whatever the name of this planet is
silver lining
cryptoherpetology: (022)

[personal profile] cryptoherpetology 2021-05-10 05:15 am (UTC)(link)
[ Alex isn't normally one to let another scientist go uncited, but he's willing to make an exception here. ]

It's fine, you don't have anything to apologize for. It's pretty jarring information if it's new to someone. Nature has some pretty wild stuff in it- uh, pun not intended. And I'm sure there's something you could mention casually that might blow my mind the same way depending on how different the places we call home are.
hootlem: (Dang. I look great.)

Edalyn Clawthorne | The Owl House

[personal profile] hootlem 2021-05-10 05:41 am (UTC)(link)
1. Hatching
[The wonderful wait in the welcoming cell is broken by Eda's periodic coughing and throat-clearing after the older woman's shepherded in. Not even ten minutes pass before she staggers suddenly to her feet, shoving you aside as she runs for the corner of the cell.]

Move—think I'm—

[And then, the melodic sound of retching, as she hacks up a glob of electric blue egg(?) goop in the corner—along with the wooden seat and chain from a swingset.]

[Eda straightens, wiping her mouth and cracking her back.]
Whew! Well, I feel better!


2. Field Work / Rat Warrens
Ah, spooky environment, malicious rain, rats with tentacles—or, just rats to me—it's almost like being back home!

[Eda turns to whomever's walking closet, umbrellaed by a personal-sized transparent orange shield. Her hand keeps orbiting a glowing circle idly beneath the forcefield as she walks, having spurred the Crew's shields for this. There's a wooden staff with an owl icon in her other hand; Eda had definitely been given supplies earlier, but there's no sign of them.]

You better count yourself lucky. You're with the most powerful witch on the Boiling Isles, so this rescue's gonna be a snap. Then, when we come marching back in record time, they're gonna have no choice but to give us better pick of the supplies!

[Hubris, much?]


3. Obligatory
1. What is your name?
1. What is your name?
1. What 1. What
1. What is your name?EEEEEEEEEEEEDD


[Mishaps like this are posted frequently over the course of two hours before someone instructs Eda on how the human device really works. Only some of them are properly deleted.]

1. eda the owl lady
2. the boiling isles, demon realm!
3. not until you explain what an ai is to someone that doesn't have one
4. jokes on you cause i've already got the owl thing goin
5. don't let my looks fool you, i'm still a spry and foxy 40s
6. like heck i did i have LITERALLY NOTHING ELSE TO DO

[4. Wildcard me or PM me for hashing out!]
Edited 2021-05-10 05:51 (UTC)
swordjock: (154)

[personal profile] swordjock 2021-05-10 06:02 am (UTC)(link)
[ Snappily: ] Kid? Who're you calling a kid?

[ Adora turns, looks, and... okay, maybe someone Eda's age has grounds for calling her that. Instead of apologizing, she lets out a huff, still brimming with frustration. ]

Nobody's making you watch me. Just turn around and face the other way, or something. I'm trying to stay alert.
unfastens: (what i'm given)

[personal profile] unfastens 2021-05-10 06:18 am (UTC)(link)
[ Previously, he was interacting with her as a capo would with a civilian; it was part and parcel to keep secrets from her and obfuscate how much he knew. At this point, though, their relationship has changed somewhat - though it's only been a few days from his point of view - and the situation has changed more than "somewhat." There's no reason not to be honest with her now. Especially because it's exactly as she says: there's no one here he can call an ally but Trish.

Her flippant response gets a short exhale through the nose - the ghost of a laugh. Too tired and stressed out to actually smile about anything here... ]


I'm not a capo anymore. You're under no obligation to keep sticking with me.

[ Bruno shifts, moving to a more comfortable seated position. Frankly, he considers her luck to be extraordinarily bad, getting stuck here and having to run into him again. Under any other circumstances, he'd tell her to cut it out and go back to life as a normal girl - she shouldn't have to deal with the underworld a second longer. Doing that right now, though, would be pretty callous. Which is why he continues. ]

That said, if you're volunteering... I'd be happy to have you.

[ He doesn't think she's scared of him or anything like that. But Bruno is Bruno. He's looking at the situation logically; it's not unreasonable to think Trish might feel obligated to do as he says, especially since he approached her first. ]
Edited 2021-05-10 06:20 (UTC)
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[personal profile] swordjock 2021-05-10 06:28 am (UTC)(link)
[ The Crystal Castle, she wants to say. The Beacon. But without her sword, without She-Ra, it wouldn't answer to her anyway. It could be buried under soil, covered in sand, swarmed by vines, and she'd have no way of finding it again.

There's only one other option that comes to mind. More than Bright Moon's castle, more than Salineas' sea gate, more than anywhere else in the world. ]


The Fright Zone. It's surrounded by huge, jagged cliffs, and Hordak spent decades poisoning the land with his machines so that nothing could ever grow. No matter what else might have changed, I'd still know it.
figlia_morbida: ([word up])

[personal profile] figlia_morbida 2021-05-10 07:21 am (UTC)(link)
[Trish is unsympathetic to his position as a capo. Her status as a civilian became forfeit the second her father turned out to be the boss of the entire mafia!!

The more he talks, though, the more she believes this is the genuine article. There's no way anyone could mimic someone like Bucciarati so perfectly. He's just too...there's no one like him and his gang overall. Those boys were - and are - something else.

His expression doesn't betray much, but the fact he sits is an invitation to keep talking, and Trish mirrors the motion, tucking her legs close and feeling absolutely disgusting when her skirt and boots squelch with the movement.

She grimaces.

Does she feel obligated? Only if feeling obligated is equivalent to being drawn to a familiar face in a deeply unfamiliar place. They're not friends, but they have survived some harrowing situations as a team. Ally is the best word they have.
]

I never cared what you were. But your actions spoke for you and I guess...

[That first part's not true, she was terrified of being surrounded by gangsters, but it does feel true now. He has none of his connections or obligations like he did in Passione.

Just like her, seeing as her mother is dead, her father is terrible and thankfully missing, and she's still processing the events of all that. They both have nothing! Isn't that great?

Anyways, there's a brief pause, like she's not sure what she's wanting to say. There's a lot to talk about they probably never will.
]

In a way, I trust you. You've never meant me any harm, and I'm no danger to you.

[This is an agreeable arrangement. She's trying so hard to be as professional as he is, also, and it's terribly obvious.]

As for information, I haven't heard very much so far, other than we're not alone in being confused.
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[personal profile] newera 2021-05-10 10:34 am (UTC)(link)
[ Not very friendly, is he? Well, Mikey supposes that he can't blame him, considering their situation.

Not seeming to be particularly offended, Mikey continues- ]


That's a shame. Somebody must've brought us here... [ He looks around again, and almost does a double-take as he realizes something. ]

Hey. Are those... eggs?
newera: (2)

network

[personal profile] newera 2021-05-10 10:35 am (UTC)(link)
You come from a demon realm? Tell me about that!
brosbeforeprose: (mustapha)

[personal profile] brosbeforeprose 2021-05-10 10:42 am (UTC)(link)
[At this, he barks a laugh and makes himself more comfortable, slouching back in this damned-uncomfortable chair. Whether this was a genuine assessment or an attempt to rile him up, he appreciates it all the same. Doesn't change anything, mind.]

Maybe I'm very particular about what I'm willing to risk.

[He takes another drink and clacks the cup down on the table with a thick leather-gloved hand. This is a different kind of game, and he's settling in to enjoy it.]

How about you? How discerning are you with your wagers?