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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.


vogelfrei: (serious; sad; enduring)

[personal profile] vogelfrei 2021-05-12 01:13 am (UTC)(link)
[ What a soft gesture... One that McGillis was denied, when he was reaching for Gaelio's tears and trying to comprehend him. How unfair. ]

We're bound to reject each other until my last breath.

[ Whatever lofty hopes Gaelio had held for them coming to understand each other, whatever strange fantasies he'd summoned up inside the cockpit of Gundam Vidar, they won't come to fruition.

When Gaelio had come into this room, when McGillis still thought they remembered the same events, he'd felt some kind of optimism that their presence in the same space wouldn't be terrible. But this? It's hard to bear. ]


I've taken away the life you cherished and you have put an end to my ambitions and dreams in turn. That is how we end. Don't hope for more.

[ Because he is alive now, somehow, with a beating heart and a clear head. The time for last confessions is over and some ideals indeed can't be reached by the living. ]
portolan: (i d l e)

[personal profile] portolan 2021-05-12 01:13 am (UTC)(link)
What day of the year was your people's holiday to celebrate your magnanimity?
neversmall: (111)

[personal profile] neversmall 2021-05-12 01:15 am (UTC)(link)
[ How to... phrase it. (wtf wtf wtf) Well, best ease into it. ]

I'm assuming people don't hatch out of eggs where you're from, but tell me - [ she leans forward slightly, almost conspiratorially before pointing up ] - are there dragons?
deathpending: (Default)

[personal profile] deathpending 2021-05-12 01:18 am (UTC)(link)
[ He smiles, thinly, glancing upwards. ]

Only in stories. I doubt one ever existed.

[ A beat. ]

Have you seen one before now?
lifetothefullest: (ɪ ᴍɪss ʏᴏᴜ ᴍᴏʀᴇ)

[personal profile] lifetothefullest 2021-05-12 01:19 am (UTC)(link)
[Seeing the grin prompts a small smile of his own, and okay, he has to ask--]

What can you do with PVC pipe?
lifetothefullest: (ᴇᴀᴄʜ sʜᴀᴅᴏᴡ ɪ ᴡᴀʟᴋ)

[personal profile] lifetothefullest 2021-05-12 01:23 am (UTC)(link)
Oh, huh. That's interesting.

[Not just the subject matter, which is legitimately interesting, but that Alex is being that careful to be respectful of their privacy. It's nice, honestly, that he's that moral about it.]

There's nothing like that in my world, at least that I know about. Except maybe psychics.

[Which he'd written off as also fake before he started universe-hopping, but now he wonders if it might be possible they're not quite as fake as he thought. They're obviously not fake in other worlds, and although that doesn't mean they're legitimate in his it does mean he's more open to the possibility.]
neversmall: (137)

[personal profile] neversmall 2021-05-12 01:26 am (UTC)(link)
[ She leans back and glances up. ]

No, nothing like this. [ She looks back at him. ] Although we do have monsters in my world. [ There. Another single beat. What. is. This? ] Great winged volcra that live in an artificially created fold of darkness.

[ She doesn't look like she's telling a story. ]
lifetothefullest: (ɪ'ᴠᴇ ʟᴏᴠᴇᴅ ᴀɴᴅ ɪ'ᴠᴇ ʟᴏsᴛ)

[personal profile] lifetothefullest 2021-05-12 01:26 am (UTC)(link)
[He's a little amused at the correction, and if they weren't about to go into this horrifying situation he'd be curious to know what she calls it if not magic. But they are, and so he refocuses, and follows the ball of light carefully into the darkness.

He goes just far enough into the tunnel that Alina can join him without having to worry about the rain, and waits to make sure she's indeed with him before starting down the tunnel itself.]


If I have to shoot, it's going to be loud.

[He remembers to give her the warning, voice low so that hopefully only she can hear; obviously she's heard how loud the gun can be when he shot the rats earlier, but inside the enclosed space it's going to be a lot worse.]
wittingly: (ᴡʜᴇʀᴇ ᴏʜ ᴡʜᴇʀᴇ ᴄᴀɴ ᴍʏ ʙᴀʙʏ ʙᴇ?)

[personal profile] wittingly 2021-05-12 01:29 am (UTC)(link)
( This is probably more than he's ever talked about his home before — likely because it was never nearly as relevant. He's not the type to spend time thinking about things that make him Feel Feelings, so it was way easier to never bring any of it up.

Also, Lance is the master of fucking brain chess.
)

Built a semi-heated lake-sourced communal shower system out of it. No metal allowed.

( Truly his crowning achievement, to be honest. )
Edited 2021-05-12 01:29 (UTC)
spalten: (pic#14544653)

[personal profile] spalten 2021-05-12 01:32 am (UTC)(link)
Have I, truly?

[ he narrows his eyes at him. ]

It's rather odd of you to be dissuaded so easily.

I suppose I should congratulate myself, but I wasn't there to watch your demise. Or make demands for you to formally make amends, which I'm sure you took to so easily.

Then again, dying is a rather convenient way of avoiding such things.

[ if he sounds bitter, that's because he is. where mcgillis is coming from and where he is coming from - these are two very different futures and he doesn't know whether he can believe it or not, but he must. because there is simply no other explanation for his change of behaviour, gaelio is forced to accept that the ending mcgillis remembers is to be his future.

and it is difficult to accept because at the heart of it all he wanted to save him. not kill him. to lose his friend a second time ....

if mcgillis had only shown remorse. if he had only told him -

- then he could have, at the end of the day -

- gaelio looks away. ]


Seems to me that as the victor, I should be the one to decide how it ends. Not you.
Edited 2021-05-12 01:32 (UTC)
lifetothefullest: (pic#14389942)

[personal profile] lifetothefullest 2021-05-12 01:33 am (UTC)(link)
[Not just brain chess, but regular chess too. He is genuinely pleased that Ian's opening up a little though, and intentionally keeps things light with his response; he raises his eyebrows again, this time in a purposeful expression of being impressed, and offers--]

That sounds like a way sexier achievement than owning a cow.
ulfrkysst: (hymir ganda skadla hym hym gan)

[personal profile] ulfrkysst 2021-05-12 01:37 am (UTC)(link)
Ah. I did wonder. [The deadpan humor of Scandinavians transcends time.

Eivor doesn't have time to properly unbraid her hair, but she can't stand having all this shit on her, so she loosens it as best she can. She should be thankful for the opportunity to clean, she thinks, instead of boggling at the technology -- but she chides herself darkly soon after. They're trying to distract her with kindness to dull her senses.

Inhaling sharply, she focuses on spreading her senses. There is no immediate danger, or at least none that she can see.]


Have you an idea what they seek? Why they ask questions?
morozova: (pic#14889633)

[personal profile] morozova 2021-05-12 01:39 am (UTC)(link)
( at her question, aleksander exhales sharply, his brows furrowing in puzzlement.

he doesn't reach for her. he wants to, desperately, but there's something hesitant in her posture now that tells him that it wouldn't be welcome. he decides not to push. he has time to let her come to him. )


I've never seen anything like it. Not in all my travels.

( he doesn't care for it. not one bit. )
ulfrkysst: (hang hang gang gang)

[personal profile] ulfrkysst 2021-05-12 01:45 am (UTC)(link)
[Eivor has spent a lot of time caked in blood and viscera and shit, so while the slime isn't pleasant, she's had worse. Medieval hygiene while you are regularly decapitating people will change your standards.

She watches him move across the cell, then adjusts her posture, folding her legs up on the bench. Now's as good a time as any to meditate.]


I will aid you. They are fools to think they can cage me.
sunmon: (pic#14852197)

[personal profile] sunmon 2021-05-12 01:46 am (UTC)(link)
Have you told anyone?

[ she searches him. in this, at least, she does trust his judgment. there's more honesty to this exchange than any other they've had. alina is too worried about how many enemies are all around them, now that she is what she is, now that she has been nearly assassinated twice. ]

What you are. What you can do.

[ it's a stupid question. aleksander kirigan never told anyone anything if he could help it. of course he hadn't told them, the way alina had. ]
wittingly: (Iғ ᴛʜᴇ sᴋʏ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴡᴇ ʟᴏᴏᴋ ᴜᴘᴏɴ)

[personal profile] wittingly 2021-05-12 01:49 am (UTC)(link)
( It's working. Surface level stuff is easier to gently pry from him, and with less hesitancy with repeat exposure. Still thin ice, but so far so good. )

It was.

( AKA he's not going to be crass, and also bragging about it feels a little weird now that he's Something with Nate, but...

Please rest assured judging by his tone and casual sip of water, he got laid. A lot. Like... Yeah, he's not jealous of Ron With The Cow, not by a long shot. He just thinks it's absurd.
)
morozova: @axisandallies (Default)

[personal profile] morozova 2021-05-12 01:51 am (UTC)(link)
Only in the most general of terms.

( so, no. nothing about what he was, what he could do because even if they are no longer in ravka there is too much history for him to feel safe in disclosing the truth out of hand.

it would be different if he knew there were others here, of course, but only in that he wouldn't need to share the truth. everyone from their home knows him if not by sight then by name. there was only one shadow summoner. )
sunmon: (pic#14854106)

[personal profile] sunmon 2021-05-12 01:58 am (UTC)(link)
It could be different here.

[ no one had looked twice at her shu appearance here. no one had denied her bread or common decency. it's easier for her to get idle curiosity about how different this world might be, as a result. what had been a daily occurrence has not happened for two days now. it feels surreal — comfort in the bizarrely discomfiting. ]
bytherules: (guy. guy just. just go. go. leave.)

[personal profile] bytherules 2021-05-12 02:01 am (UTC)(link)
[in better circumstances, Salaak could easily brush off that concern by simply...flying off and exiting the atmosphere.

however, something's really off with his ring right now, so much so that he's worried pushing its limits will leave him in a worse predicament. even if the simple scanning and visualizations pull through, they're not without noticeable glitches or waviness that is very unlike his natural penchant for precision and simplicity.

still, he's not going to pretend he's not wielding one of the best and coolest pieces of equipment this or any universe has seen -- it's a point of pride! life's work and all that!

META ASIDE:]
The vessel was once spaceworthy. The people upon it, travelers. What was once before can be again with enough time, resources, and willpower.

[blandly:] This is not the first marooning I've been party to, and it shall doubtless be the last.
neversmall: (140)

[personal profile] neversmall 2021-05-12 02:10 am (UTC)(link)
[ Nina finishes dressing and frowns at her clothes - the goo is mostly off them now, but... ugh. ]

...a mage? [ That sounds... like one of the most respectful ways a person with powers has been referred to that she knows of, besides just Grisha. ] He transformed himself...

[ But then, thinking of a flesh golem... where had the other bodies come from? Quietly, and Nina Zenik is rarely quiet: ] That sounds horrible. Magic is meant to be a connection to life, what he did sounds like a perversion as horrible as the Fold.
ulfrkysst: (fuð fuð bjam bjam)

[personal profile] ulfrkysst 2021-05-12 02:14 am (UTC)(link)
[Eivor is getting used to Trassel skulking about, having to keep telling herself that he must be like Dwolfg. A loyal and trustworthy companion, not a slavering vargr. But Sýnin, on Eivor's shoulder, senses her discomfort and croaks in quiet protest.]

News... after we ensure this does not happen again. [Which is what she intends with an axe and shield.]

It is strange to me that they did not cull these creatures already, if they're such a source of danger.
neversmall: (Default)

[personal profile] neversmall 2021-05-12 02:14 am (UTC)(link)
Nice to meet you. [ She takes his hand in a brief clasp. They can't have long before they'll be ushered out back to their cell. ] So why were you in a Turkish prison, Nate? If it wasn't hatching out of another egg...
Edited (smh) 2021-05-13 01:14 (UTC)
lifetothefullest: (ɪ ᴄʟᴜɴɢ ᴛᴏ ᴛʜᴇ ʀᴏᴄᴋ)

[personal profile] lifetothefullest 2021-05-12 02:17 am (UTC)(link)
[There's no way to misread that body language, and Lance laughs while shaking out some more of his horrible fruit drink power in preparation for another swig of moonshine.]

I'm terrible at making things. Like I don't think I've ever put together any sort of DIY craft or whatever, except maybe a bookshelf in college.

[And we all know how well cooking goes. He tries the whole drink trick again, a little more coodinated and graceful this time, and at least doesn't start coughing once he's done. He definitely makes a face, though.]

In Hadriel there was stuff to use, so I didn't have to make anything, but it was all... It wasn't made for humans, and the gods could only barely manage to figure out how to provide food we could eat, let alone anything more complicated than that. People in Hadriel got pretty inventive though; they even built a dam that was used to make power, as a backup whenever the god in charge of that had something that needed their attention more.

[It's light conversation, nothing too personal, but he doesn't want to make Ian feel like he's doing all the sharing here.]
wittingly: (sᴏᴀᴋᴇᴅ ɪɴ ʙʟᴇᴀᴄʜ)

[personal profile] wittingly 2021-05-12 02:25 am (UTC)(link)
( Does Ian necessarily deserve to feel pride over Lance's drinking improvements? No. And yet. Look, he just really loves it when something he comes up with actually works, or at least helps solve someone's problem. Smashing success.

His eyebrows hike up, half surprised and half impressed. That's some serious ingenuity, and—
)

Sounds like it involves way more interpersonal cooperation than we would've been capable of back there.

( Just a little mutter the slightest bit judgy, partly under his breath. He preps his powder for his next drink, and downs it with only slightly more grace than Lance. )

It also seems that, like, a lot beings in the universe want people to call them gods.
ulfrkysst: (ou mi galdr maðr áss áss æt)

[personal profile] ulfrkysst 2021-05-12 02:26 am (UTC)(link)
[Eivor doesn't answer right away: she's stunned by the realization that she doesn't, in fact, remember anything. There was the witch Fulke meeting her fate by Eivor's hand, Sigurd found again but not fully whole --

And then nothing. And then the egg.]


Nei. [Another pause, and then:] Knocked unconscious? By whom?