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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.


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steve rogers | marvel cinematic universe

[personal profile] fossils 2021-05-01 04:31 am (UTC)(link)
a.EXPLORE BASECAMP
[ After the hatching Steve can be found in the mess hall eating rations without complaint — even that godawful coffee only gets a small wince. Hasn't exactly been fine dining on the run, and his stomach can't tell the difference. They don't say hunger's the best spice for nothing.

There's an empty seat on one side, he'll offer it up if asked. Afterward he'll be found cleaning up some of the dishes, or at the Bunks, set up in a quiet corner darning a hole in a hammock.

Later in the evening he'll stop around the Memorial Wall, giving most other folks a wide berth. ]
b.THE RAT WARREN
Pull him back— !

[ Thud thud thud thud, a barrage of tentacles slam into the Leviathan hide Steve's holding up like a shield, positioned in front of a downed scientist. As the tentacles pull back to whip around again he jams his spear into the mutated rat's open maw, violently yanking it back out again to the sound of its screeching death throes. A flailing tentacle just barely grazes his arm, discoloring the fabric of his stealth suit where it touches.

A second rat charges, and he lifts his shield in time to block its body as it hurtles toward him.

Grab the scientist or offer up some cover fire, shrieks and scratching down from the darkness means there's at least one more coming. ]
c.BOOZE
All yours.

[ He offers up the tin cup in his hand to the next person, passed to him before he could refuse. Gives a one shouldered shrug and tips his head. No point in wasting the stuff on him given how everything's in short supply. ]
d.WILD CARD
Don't see anything that works? Feel free to hit him up with another prompt!
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Herc Hansen ∆ PacRim

[personal profile] striker 2021-05-01 04:36 am (UTC)(link)
∆∇ HATCHING

Dying is easy. It's something he's known all his life, he didn't need the Kaiju to drive that one home. What he has no scope or frame of reference for is living again, coming to in a wash of what could be Chuck's worst attempt at scrambled eggs and struggling, gasping for air.

He's had worse days by a narrow margin. Better ones, too. Ones that didn't see him with the point of a spear jabbing fiercely into his clavicle, ones that didn't involve being hustled off to a cage, ones that didn't involve too-quick showers and too-long interrogation settings. Ones that didn't involve being stared at trying to piss in a bucket.

Training accounts for a lot of things, but not the desperate worry of a parent. After one of the other prisoners has been brought back from a round of questioning, Herc leans into their space. "Looking for a boy named Chuck. Seen him?"



∆∇ FIELD WORK/RAT WARREN


Out of the fucking pan and all the rest that goes with it. He's been here less than a week and he's already knee-deep in monsters of a different sort. Not the monstrous levelers of cities that he's familiar with, but a monster's a monster. These ones are killing people just the same and even a million lightyears away from the only home he's ever known he can't leave people in the lurch. He'd like to think that's human nature, that ability to step into danger when the need presents itself.

He nudges your shoulder as you walk. "Best look out for each other, yeah? Going gets tough, I'll have your back."



∆∇ NETWORK

He stares at the questionnaire blankly for a solid minute. It's the sort of thing that's so frivolous that he almost forgot it used to be a trend on the Facebook of old, and it's that nostalgia tugging at the edge of his awareness that makes him thumb over to the keyboard and, bemusedly, reply:

1. Hercules Hansen, PPCD.
2. Earth. Sydney, Australia.
3. Air before a storm. The way the ozone crackles and the sky seems to breathe it all in. Sorry, can't describe it any better than that.
4. Humans are animal enough, eh?
5. Damn sight old enough.
6. Suppose so.
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alina starkov (shadow & bone - spoilers!)

[personal profile] sunmon 2021-05-01 04:42 am (UTC)(link)
01. midnight in the garden of evil
[ they pull people out, one by one, as if they'll have more to say if they're alone, as if they'll know any more about what's going on here. alina sits in the corner of the cell, knees pulled to her chest. she's no stranger to cells, but there aren't enough places to hold all of the people who'd come out of those eggs, so they've been thrown in here together. cramped.

her heart hammers in her chest. she feels as weak and sickly as she had in keramzin, before the fold, before the little palace. and she hates it. she holds up her hand in front of her, staring into her palm, fingers tense like claws, but no light comes when she calls.

the next time one of the security officers comes to the cell, alina gets to her feet.
] Where are you taking them? When are you going to tell us what's going on?

[ but the guard isn't here for alina, so she doesn't answer. one person stumbles back into the holding block, and one stumbles out. ​]


02. you go first
[ by the time they're set loose to the rescue mission, it's hard not to feel like the expendables, sent out because they're the ones the adamant's crew won't miss. alina knows what that looks like. she goes only because it's dark by the time the crew fails to check in, an if this goes on too long, the people who are in her same position will be glad to have a grisha with them.

despite the smother of darkness around them, she does not try to make light again. she does not need to give them one more reason not to trust her.

that's how she winds up holding the edge of the dragon hide shield overhead to block the rain, staring off into the distance and wondering how far she could make it with just her knife. she doubts she'd be able to block the rain on her own, and its incessant drumming makes it hard to think.
]

Do you think there are other leviathans? [ she's squinting, trying to make out the horizon. ] Maybe some other part of the planet, where the rain isn't like this.


03. hello my name is
1. Alina Starkov
2. Keramzin, Ravka
3. Wildflowers. I guess it's a lot of different smells. They're not quite sweet. Kind of airy. And they itch your nose.
4. I think I'd like to be a falcon. You get to soar over everything and have very few natural predators.
5. 20.
6. I guess?


04. wildcard
[ hit me up with a prompt related to one of the test drive prompts. expect alina to keep to herself, quiet and mistrustful. her canonpoint is during the winter fete! so there will be spoilers at least that far, and her icons have spoilers through the end of the series. ]
Edited 2021-05-01 04:43 (UTC)
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[personal profile] trassel 2021-05-01 04:44 am (UTC)(link)
If characters have pets who were in the eggs, will they be able to reunite with them after the medical inspection and questioning?
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[personal profile] sunmon 2021-05-01 04:45 am (UTC)(link)
Shadow & Bone is the TV adaptation of the Grishaverse book series. In the books, Alina Starkov is 17, but the show-runners have talked in interviews about how they aged characters up — they haven't, however, explicitly clarified on show!Alina's age as far as I know.

Is it ok if I exercise some flexibility there, or would you prefer I assumed book age?
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WILD CARD

[personal profile] freightcars 2021-05-01 04:58 am (UTC)(link)
( He wakes up in an egg. Which is to say, he wakes up in a goddamn egg. His hair, his face - eyes, mouth, nose, all of it - have a film of disgusting membrane sliding off in thick and disgusting strings. He's barely got it out of his eyes when there's suddenly a spear in front of them, and it's zero to squared up for a fight in one second flat. He doesn't act on it immediately, he's still at the assessing stage, but there's a less than subtle whirring from an even less subtle metal arm that suggests he's plenty ready for things to rapidly devolve.

Which, as it turns out, is the only arm ready to fight. His right weighs a ton, uncomfortably heavy beside him, a disconcerting level of weak that he hasn't felt in a long time.

There's a barely-restrained tension in his jaw when he reluctantly raises his hands in the appropriate held at gunpoint position, and that in and of itself feels like a feat of strength. It's at this point he catches sight of a blur in the corner of his eye, a sudden blink-and-you'll-miss-it flash of a familiar face crawling out of another egg that has him trying to crane around for a better look. )


Steve?

( He doesn't get the chance. His captors are so impatient even the word gets jostled on its way out of his mouth, and he's flat out dragged along, heels digging in the entire way, until he meets the lovely lodging accommodations of a holding cell. The dank atmosphere, the bars, the acrid smell, all of it is too familiar for his comfort levels.

His strength starts coming back faster than the people around him, which is reassuring. Doesn't take ten minutes before he's standing up, impatiently hanging around at the bars with his arms threaded through, doing his best to goad the guard into some kind of reaction. )


Hey. Hey. If you're gonna stick me in a cage, the least you could do is turn around. What the hell is this?

( The guard is steadfastly ignoring him. )
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[personal profile] trassel 2021-05-01 05:03 am (UTC)(link)
Perfect! thank you so much mods.
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field work.

[personal profile] trassel 2021-05-01 05:11 am (UTC)(link)
He does not mind echoes of the past, reminders of his training. Nostalgia reaches its limits however, he catches Trass by the doors more than once, sitting and simply watching.

Matthias doesn't like to twiddle his thumbs, either. His rifle is wrapped and stashed away — bullets cannot become a priority when other means will do. He has only the largest knife slung in front of his coat, and the others at his belt. Behind them, Trassel pads quietly, his yellow eye fixed on Herc.

'We are a team,' is his answer. So of course, all that goes without saying. He lacks for no father, but appreciates the camaraderie, the clear-eyed study he can make of this man and be measured in turn. 'Have you tried using their guns before?'
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Bucky Barnes | MCU

[personal profile] restoral 2021-05-01 05:12 am (UTC)(link)
HATCH
[ Bucky had tried to fight once he'd been out of the egg, but his limbs had felt as much like jello as the disgusting goop he'd been covered in. Being dragged and threatened like that reminds him all too well of coming out of cryostasis. His heart beats in his chest, but no amount of struggle gets him anywhere.

From there, he's put in a cell to stew and stew he does. Fighting his way out isn't an option right now, but that doesn't mean he's giving them anything when they question him. He's had practice since starting his court-mandated therapy and he only gives short, clipped answers with a saccharine smile. He eats the starchy paste, because he's eaten worse, and he takes the short showers, because it's better than nothing.

When he sees a new face, he stares. It might be unnerving, but he'll give a little wave if eye contact is made.
]

EXPLORE
[ When Bucky's told that he's not an active threat, he almost laughs, but he's not sure if it comes from a place of doubt or relief to be seen like that. They're wrong, of course, but Bucky isn't looking to be an active threat right now.

The basecamp is bare bones in a lot of way, but Bucky's not worried about that. His apartment back on Earth had been pretty empty, anyway, and he's not sure if anyone other than his therapist or Sam will notice he's gone. A pang when he thinks about Sam, the only person who's likely to actually miss him. At least Bucky knows Sam will be fine without him.

After his first couple of meals, he starts to look around the camp more. There's still a baseline worry in the back of his head that he is dangerous and that there could be some ulterior motive to whatever brought him here, but there's only so much information to be gathered.

He pauses at the armory, curious enough to ask a few light questions and smart enough to leave it at that.

His next stop is the baths, but he doesn't undress. Luxuries can come later, but it's nice to know it's there if everything doesn't go to hell first.

Finally, he perches himself on a large rock just outside the Leviathan but still under the shade it provides. Just outside the basecamp, he's able to find a moment to clear his head without wandering off far enough to do anything stupid. That's for tomorrow. Today, he'll just listen until he hears footsteps coming.
]

Sneaking up on me?

RESCUE
[ Bucky's happy to help, but being asked to go out and help people leaves something swelling in his chest. Nerves, he tells himself, but maybe it's something else. For a long time he's been stuck fighting just to survive. Before that, it had been violence at the orders of HYDRA. He's not sure if he remembers what it feels like to really do much else, but he's not going to say no to the order. It's the first thing that's felt half-right since he left Wakanda.

With nothing but a railgun and a rain-shield, Bucky feels somehow both under-equipped and over-equipped at the same time. As they prepare to leave, he doesn't really take in the faces around him, but he regrets that once they're moving through the weather. He's not even sure who among them might know how to fight, but he does eye someone who looks like maybe their weapon doesn't look entirely at home in their hands and he moves closer to keep an eye. He also tries to get an eye on who else looks ready to fight. By the time they've found where the scientists should be, he's ready to go into danger.
]

Who else is coming?

NETWORK
1. James
2. Brooklyn
3. I can't describe fresh rain to someone without a nose
4. wolf
5. 106
6. it was painless


WILDCARD
[ Feel free to hit me with something else or check in with me at [plurk.com profile] blauren. ]
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kaz brekker | shadow and bone

[personal profile] ketterdam 2021-05-01 05:13 am (UTC)(link)
book familiar+show specific (will mark for any spoilers that arise, please do the same) pm me if you'd like a custom starter or would like to hash something out! starters appended so i'm not smacking anyone in the teeth with a hugeass text box bc i, uh, i got wordy.
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the darkling | shadow & bone - spoilers possible

[personal profile] morozova 2021-05-01 05:14 am (UTC)(link)
⬗ ⎯ BASECAMP
( three days spent in a cell has left the darkling with much to consider. he has no idea where he is — the names the locals have shared mean nothing to him — or how he came to be here. that his hosts appear to have no answers offers him little by way of comfort.

still, after days of confinement, he's more than happy to take advantage of his freedom. the fastest way to find answers is to seek them out, himself.

which is how he eventually ends up at the memorial wall. the names on the wall mean nothing to him, much like they hadn't in novokribirsk. but it's clear that they'd meant something to someone. )


So many lives lost. ( perhaps he heard your approach or perhaps he's just musing idly. regardless, he turns from the wall to study you. ) How long, do you think, before they add more?

( more than that, what else is being kept from them? )


⬗ ⎯ RESCUE MISSION
( they really must be desperate.

but then he can't fault their logic, either. with resources strained, it makes sense that they would send out anyone they could stand to lose. not that this bodes particularly well for the lost scientists. with no ties to this place and its people, there's really nothing keeping them all from running.

not that he plans on doing that — well, not yet.

they're at a sufficient distance from the base camp — and, by the saints, is that a dragon? — before he'll hazard, tone idle: )
What could possibly be worth such risk?


⬗ ⎯ NETWORK
1. Aleksander Kirigan.
2. Os Alta, Ravka, most recently.
3. Snowfall. And it's really more of an absence of smell. The air turns crisp and still. Everything feels new. Fresh. Full of endless possibilities.
4. A black bear, perhaps. They're curious creatures. Patient.
5. I'm as old as my tongue and a little older than my teeth.
6. It was certainly diverting.


⬗ ⎯ WILDCARD
( have an idea? feel free to hit me up on [plurk.com profile] resurrectionist or via pm! canon point is ep 07: "the unsea", just after killing the stag. i'll mark any spoilers. )
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ℎ𝑎𝑡𝑐ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑔 (mentions of duology spoilers)

[personal profile] ketterdam 2021-05-01 05:15 am (UTC)(link)
there are eventualities you can't plan for. things you can't anticipate. kaz brekker wakes up in a fucking egg, choking and drowning in some thick, viscous fluid. he escapes only narrowly, spilled out into the churned-up muck like nothing else so much like an upturned drink at the crow club. spluttering and choking, he doesn't raise his head until he registers that he's not alone. panic crawls up from the base of his spine, tenses his shoulders. slender fingers of it curl around his presence of mind and drag it backwards, shrieking, into the squelch of dead bodies and the smell of decay and the spray of salt foam and he's there, in the bay, clinging to a bloated corpse.

he has no memory of being taken to the cell. he supposes they dragged him, if the comingling of dirt and slime say anything about the state of his knees. but he is just there, in the muck, and then he isn't. his heartrate is too quick, too hard, and he is scowling at his surroundings, wiping slime from the slick of his hair, daring anyone to say anything about his disassociation, privately hoping everyone is too busy being caught up in their own mire to have minded his at all.

(but he would have. if it were him. he'll have to be on guard for it later.)

he's been kidnapped before, certainly. woken up strange places. very few people get the drop on him anymore, but that isn't to say it can't happen. but this place — there are guns he doesn't recognize, accents that don't make sense. their captors are a motley crew of people better suited to ketterdam's back alleys, but they're wearing uniforms that mark them as aligned to a singular cause — no matter that they're threadbare and tattered.

they march him out. question him. bring him back. he tells them very little. his name, nothing else. the only point they get in their favor is that when their captain notices the limp, she instructs one of her underlings to find him a cane. he sets his jaw against gratitude, but they seem to have the measure of one-another by the time he's taken back to the cage.

when they bring food, he shoves his plate to the nearest other person in the cage, his other hand curled around the head of the cane.


Be my guest.

it isn't that he isn't hungry. it's more that he doesn't quite trust the food, and is using the hunger to fuel his spiteful annoyance.


open to:
  shower prompts, food prompts, questions about the cane, him (grudgingly) helping people recover (he'll be a jackass though).
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Bucky Barnes | F&TWS

[personal profile] freightcars 2021-05-01 05:16 am (UTC)(link)
the hatchening

( Some time between the shells, the shower, and the interrogation, Bucky Barnes can be found posted up in a cell. He doesn't look particularly panicked by the situation, nor excessively disturbed over having hatched his way here. If anything, he looks a little annoyed — inconvenienced, even. Positively resigned and put-upon.

He sits reclined back against the wall, man-spreading, elbows on the rest behind him and arms (metal and all) hanging lazily down. If he catches someone looking at him, he won't even shift position. He just dryly, tonelessly asks:
)

First time?


i am the brute squad

( How is it he's here less than a week and he's already fighting? Here he was, minding his own business, on his way to get some delicious terrible gravy protein slop, and the next thing you know he's in a war room staring down at a damn battle map.

You're our rescue squad.

Never before has a man looked more like he's rolling his eyes without ever actually rolling his eyes.
)

Of course I am.

( But he recognizes the need to pull his weight here, he's got to justify all the not-insignificant rations they're letting him shovel down to almost-kind-of satisfy his metabolism, so. Here he is, armed and strapped and ready to roll out.

Catch him:
→ holding a shield over somebody before acid rain hits them
→ squatting down to examine a fallen arm, to ballpark how recently it was severed
→ catching a tentacle mid-air with a metal hand before it can wrap around someone
→ dragging someone injured out, or carrying them over his shoulder
)


sorry, I was texting

1. What is your name?
Bucky

2. Where are you from?
Earth
Brooklyn

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.
are you kidding me
is this seriously what we're doing right now
we're on a god damn alien planet and we just hatched out of giant eggs

apple pie or clean laundry
it's a toss-up

4. If you could be any animal in any world, what would you be?
apparently there are dragons now so
seems stupid to aim lower

5. How old are you?
106

6. Did you enjoy this questionnaire?
unsubscribe


wild card

( hit me! canon point is ep 2 of falcon & the winter soldier )
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76 | overwatch

[personal profile] mylawn 2021-05-01 05:19 am (UTC)(link)
i. a nice egg in this trying time
[Who has two thumbs and is not having a nice time? This guy, who is currently being forced into the cell you are currently in. He’s clearly trying his very best to put up a fight, despite being entirely too old for this, completely disoriented, and not in any kind of state to throw hands. Still, he throws hands regardless, even as the holding cell door more-or-less slams in his face. In an apparent last-ditch effort to improve his situation, he outright body-checks it, or attempts to, given his current physical state. He still manages something of an inhuman snarl, a sound more befitting of a caged animal than anything else. Very pleasant.

Having exhausted all his options, his next course of action is to wheel around a little woozily, taking in the rest of the cell. 76 had obviously hoped to spot an exit. He is clearly disappointed, and possibly enraged by what he sees instead.
]

Who the hell are you supposed to be?

[That’s you. You better tell him who the hell you’re supposed to be! Also he’s still covered in goo and it’s gross.]
ii. field work
[Generally speaking, 76 is still wrapping his mind around being on an alien planet—back home, they’d only made it as far as the moon, and it hadn’t exactly ended well. What is familiar is a gun in his hand and a team and an objective, which means he can compartmentalize all of his feelings about the current state of things and focus on the mission. It’s what he’s good at, after all.

That said, it doesn’t take a particularly brilliant tactical mind to figure out what's happened here. The trail of blood and the hole in the ground says it all, and he finds himself groaning behind his visor.
]

Well, someone's gotta go first.

[The joke is that he will certainly go first. It's possible he's just trying to see if there's anyone here with more of a death wish than him.]
iii. booze
[Even the booze here is terrible! Not that 76 cares, really. The thing about having been around the block is that he can almost always say he’s had worse, and despite three days of being treated like a threat (which, fair—he did try to throw hands a few times), and horrible alien rat monsters, this is probably not the worst thing that’s ever happened to him. The interplanetary kidnapping is new, but 76 knows how to keep his head down and operate as part of a military outfit. After the business with the scientists, the survivors of the Adamant owe him a lot more than a drink, at this point.

He’s content to “enjoy” it by himself, but makes a concentrated effort not to scare away anyone happens to wander into his general vicinity. Easier said than done.
]

Here.

[You look like you could use it, maybe. He’s holding out a cup in your direction, though it isn’t offered without caveat.]

It’s bad.
iv. network
[He could just leave it alone—that would be the best course of action, really, given that he’s on a strange planet full of strange people, he’s been integrated into an unknown military organization, and this is a strange AI. Better to stay off the network entirely and be as much of a non-entity as possible, at least until he has more of a handle on the situation. That would be the smart thing to do.

But 76 is powerless and frustrated, and the thought of being even a little bit of a thorn in someone’s side makes him feel a little more in control.
]

1. N/A
2. N/A
3. N/A
4. N/A
5. N/A
6. 2/10


[Take that, you…survey…]
v. wildcard
[I will do anything you want just come at me.]
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got me before I edited canon point, first 30 mins of Endgame!

[personal profile] fossils 2021-05-01 05:22 am (UTC)(link)
[ There's a moment, a jolted few seconds where his mind jumps to you're drowning—

He pulls in a sharp breath.

The viscous goo's got him half blind and deaf, a swipe with the back of his hand spreads it across his face on the first pass. Can't hear his name as it's called out, only has enough time to get up on one knee before there's boots in his blurred line of sight. A spear-butt nudges his shoulder as a greeting, a second spear point tips his chin up.

Right— message received.

His jaw tightens as he struggles to his feet, dragged down an apparently well-traveled and goo-slicked path. Uses the short trek to try to recover his bearings, take stock of the faces, weapons, uniforms. Head's in better shape than his body, moving his limbs feels like wading through that goo. Still has the stealth suit on, they'd only just gotten back—

Doesn't remember falling asleep. Doesn't feel like a dream.

(he just left a nightmare)

— what the hell is this?

There, again. Hit like a truck and he forgets that he's supposed to be walking or paying attention to his surroundings. With a surprised grunt he's shoved into the cell, barely catches his balance to avoiding slamming into the person closest to the bars because now he's hearing things, and now he knows this is the start of some kinda nightmare he's had half a dozen times since he watched half the world turn to dust.

But he looks anyway, face pale and eyes wide. ]


Buck?

[ It's muscle memory by now. ]
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𝑒𝑥𝑝𝑙𝑜𝑟𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑏𝑎𝑠𝑒𝑐𝑎𝑚𝑝

[personal profile] ketterdam 2021-05-01 05:23 am (UTC)(link)
getting his cane back — which had involved wading through knee-deep splatterings of churned-up mud and the fluid from the eggs — was something of a relief. control has not been his to hold since arriving — having something familiar at his side is as close as he expects to come to normalcy for a while now.

the rest of it is finding something he can turn his hand to.

he would be useless at anything that required long periods of standing. he learns technology quickly, but is by no means proficient enough to take over duties from those more familiar. he isn't about to teach.

it doesn't take him very long at all to ferret out the shadier parts of the basecamp. people gambling to exchange unfavorable shifts, ration cards for rare, vaunted food items. kaz inserts himself at a table playing a game that's almost familiar, and within two hands he's gotten the gist of it. he gambles things he doesn't have to lose and wins via a combination of blunt-force luck and natural skill, and when he is on track to lose a hand he cheats, skimming cards with a steadiness of hand that betrays the anxiety that's gnawing at him like a rat at a corpse.

what results is a decent amassment of items, favors and ration cards. he has an extra communication device he's tucked into a pocket. it's not much, but it's a start. ruthlessness will serve him as well here as anywhere.

characters can find him with his own deck of cards, laying out a ketterdam game called kingsmeet. he will glance up as people pass, to invite them into this two-person iteration. be prepared to lose the shirt off your back, players!


open to:
  card games, kaz running into people in the shadier sections of the Basecamp, him being a sneaky fucking gremlin (pickpocketing? discuss with me first so we know if he succeeds or fails). can also roll additional starters for: eating in the mess hall, him watching people do repairs (and possibly making snarky commentary) and generally anything. hit me with a wildcard option or ask me for additional set-up, either works.)
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haha u suck

[personal profile] freightcars 2021-05-01 05:31 am (UTC)(link)
( His own fault for focusing so hard at the guard at his 12 he's not paying attention to the entrance at his 6. Hasn't mattered much, the last ten minutes they've just been throwing unfamiliar, confused, goo-covered faces in one after another. Getting answers from somebody with a uniform on seemed more important.

Wasn't really expecting this particular uniform.

He stiffens at the sound of his name. Untangles himself from the bars slowly, like he's reluctant to turn around.

Figures it's a fifty-fifty shot he's finished the circuit and finally actually lost his damn mind. Flash of a face is one thing, he's seen that more than once in passing in a crowd. Hearing him say his name is another, and so help him god, Rogers, if you're not there when he turns around--

Might sound a little too relieved when he exhales out an answer. )


Steve.

( Relieved, but absolutely goddamn baffled, too.

In any case, he's striding on over to grab for Steve's forearm anyway.

Might or might not be checking to make sure he's not seeing things. You know, just on the off-chance. )
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network

[personal profile] freightcars 2021-05-01 05:32 am (UTC)(link)
I respect your strategy

( why the hell didn't he think of that, is the question )
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𝑚𝑜𝑜𝑛𝑠ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑒 𝑜𝑣𝑒𝑟 𝑘𝑒𝑡𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑑𝑎𝑚

[personal profile] ketterdam 2021-05-01 05:33 am (UTC)(link)
he's scowling even as a plastic cup of liquor is pushed into his hands. he certainly won't be drinking it — this isn't his territory, where one might be reasonably certain his monstrous reputation would precede any amount of liquor he might happen to consume. here? he has no interest in lowering his guard. self-control has made him rigid and distant, gloves, upturned collar, expression embodying the scrape of flint that brings forth fire from breath.

he takes a cursory mouthful, and discreetly spits it out when the server turns their back to him. he raises his glass in a gesture of cheers to someone who's caught his eye. he'll have to make a statement — and soon — in the shape of proving himself not to be trifled with, but until he knows which way the wind is blowing he isn't going to be cutting anyone's throat.


May you live in health.

he doesn't say it like he means it, though his expression is neutral there is something cruel in the set of his mouth. he'll hold conversation if he must — no spider, he, but someone who knows that liquor loosens lips in ways he can leverage.

open to:
  drinking, sol chatting, 'getting to know you' style conversations, kaz being an asshole spy, trying to extricate information out of people, generally being a gremlin.
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𝑛𝑒𝑡𝑤𝑜𝑟𝑘 @ 𝑐𝑜𝑟𝑣𝑖𝑑𝑎𝑒

[personal profile] ketterdam 2021-05-01 05:35 am (UTC)(link)
Charming questionnaire aside, I have a query of my own.

I have cities, but no houses. I have mountains, but no trees. No one walks my roads, though they follow them. I have water, but no fish. What am I?
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matthias helvar | shadow & bone

[personal profile] trassel 2021-05-01 05:40 am (UTC)(link)
a friendly wake-up call

[ The attempt to resist is — later, when alone, he admits — half-hearted. Matthias only takes up one corner of the cell. The slime is cleaned off silent and systematic. He speaks to no one, offering only a name, if asked. Time enough in the past few weeks has been devoted to struggling through the snow — at least less endurance is asked of him now. ]

[ He's not that good at being patient — the bio-breaks or the shower afford little means of determining how vast this place is, and what strangeness has him hearing Fjerdan. Though, all things do end. The moment they ask questions, he asks his own in turn, and the answers are — not satisfying. And yet no one can make them ring of lies, and no one holds him back when he cuts Trass out of the egg, feeling his friend's huff of warm breath, and the slick of it on his fur. ]

[ They're inseparable, after that. ]

[ At least Trass makes friends easily. Sit at the table anywhere within Matthias' line of sight and a massive white wolf with a prominent scar over his right eye may prowl towards you, curiously, interested in what you're eating. ]

[ ooc: matthias can also be found in the armoury, looking at the railguns, the bunks, where Trassel needs a bit more space, and the gymnasium. Please feel free to prompt with these locations and I can write up something for you. ]

field work

Is this your first time outside?

[ The question is brusque, almost unfriendly if not for the fact that matthias is looking over his partner for the expedition with keen interest, especially if you're carrying a railgun. He himself appears to have only a large knife. ]

network, audio

[ Annoyed, after some fiddling, ]

What is this meant to do?

[ Not used to the weight and feel of it, equipment as necessary as a knife and irks him to adjust to. So someone wasn't interested in reading, oop ]

[ A beat, and then, a curious, ]

How did it keep talking?

wildcard!

[ ooc: if none of these work, happy to write up anything else. i will default to no spoilers but be warned they may come up. ]
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[personal profile] mylawn 2021-05-01 05:41 am (UTC)(link)
[But see, now he has to have a conversation. He may not have thought this through.]

If you think that's gonna get you real answers, you're sadly mistaken.