SUMMER TEST DRIVE

[spaceshipit]

THE SUMMER TEST DRIVE MEME
(Or Winter Test Drive for you Southern Hemisphere folks!)

Got someone you want to try out before you app? Well this is the post for it! Feel free to use anything that fits in the setting of Drift Fleet! Want to play bumper shuttles? Want to go wild in a med bay? Play around with the current plot? Have at it!

Threads from the Test-Drive may be made game "canon" but DO NOT count toward AC!

FOR NEW PLAYERS: You DO NOT NEED an invite to participate in the TEST DRIVE! If you decide to APP into the game, ONLY THEN will you need an invite from a current player!

Helpful Info for Ideas!:

June/July's Star System

Game Details

Test drives are posted SEASONALLY, so the next one will be in late September!

Comments

Zoe - Firefly - Post Serenity Workin security on any ship.

[zoe_alleyne]

Yeah, stepping off the ship to visit a planet where folks all walk round holdin hands with each other and readin minds? She'll pass thanks. She'd seen 'nuff bad in her life that she reckoned no one would rightly want to share in that.

Well that and the fact that she was still leary of anything that might stir up painful feelins. Space had birthed her, it had given her a life and a purpose and a home; it'd also given and taken a husband. So she knew that in space there was nothin off limits. She trusted that, she trusted something that was cold an impersonal. If somehtin was plannin ta hurt you at least space did it right in your face and without malice or tricks.

Space was cold and empty, people were the ones ya had to watch out for. That went for crew as well as everyone else. 'Cept with crew you were lookin out for their well being rather than for them ta stab you in the back. Most crew anyhow.

She'd found herself on this fleet and it was as good as any other she figured, ships seemed a might better in repair than what she was more recently used to. But the people talked, damn fools mostly but easy enough to pay no never mind to if she was doin her job.

So that's what she was doin', watching the ship, mindin the folks so they didn't get themselves into too much trouble. Damn if it wasn't a lot like home like that.

[thetruehistorian]

[Zoe isn't the only one keeping an eye on everyone, though Robin's probably doing so a little more literally than most. Yes, the wall just blinked. There are two disembodied eyes, unabashedly staring out of it, and the room smells like someone brought in a vase of flowers. There's movement in the doorway, quiet as a ghost, but present. Robin leans against the frame, lips perked up in a friendly smile.] Quite the busybody, aren't you?

Gansey || The Raven Cycle || because why not

[hearthole]

i. touchy-feely hand-holdy times??
[ Gansey is well versed in the art of a good, firm handshake. Hand-holding and hugging? Especially with strangers? He's not so sure he's a fan. The Ganseys aren't really huggers. But far be it from him to offend anyone on purpose, so anyone seeing him within any city limits will likely catch him very politely excusing himself from a prolonged hand-holding or hugging experience. Quite a few times. ... It's his own fault, really - this is the trouble he gets himself into for trying to be social, diplomatic, and polite while also trying to learn more. Oops.

But, he won't pretend he isn't interested in this phenomenon that comes from all this hand-holding. Mental connections? Shared feelings and memories? It's a huge point of curiosity for him. Problem is, of course, he isn't sure he wants to go about doing any of this with a stranger. There's a certain amount of risk involved, one that has him debating what would truly be the best way to learn more. He doesn't think he'll pick up on very much by simply observing...

Maybe someone should just show up and grab his hand. Drag him to that tree that's giving out gifts. Whatever it takes. ]

ii. hiking - things too familiar
[ At least no one's expecting him to hold hands while out hiking in one of the more mountainous forests! And honestly, he's rather enjoying himself here. He was getting a little bit of cabin fever back on the spaceships, and being out in the forest like this is a welcome relief - nostalgic, too. A reminder of home, friends, secrets, magic... For as much as he looks (and acts) like a young, soft thing that's come straight from money, here, he looks just as comfortable somehow.

That is, until suspicious movement in the trees catches his attention. He looks up in time to catch only a glimpse, but even that split-second of a sight is worrying. He isn't entirely positive, but he wonders if what he just saw is something that should not be here - a great, white beast, with majestic horns, hooves knocking against the ground as it bolts away from him, deeper into the forest. ... It could have been anything. It could have just been something similar. But he isn't sure. He doesn't know.

Aren't you going to follow it?

... Honestly, he has to think about it for a second. And if anyone happens across him, he might seem a little more unsettled than usual. ]

iii. on one of the ships - pilot augment
[ ... This is new to him, and it still greatly bothers him that this whole "augment" business means that suddenly, he knows how to fly a thing that he really should not know how to fly. At all.

But... here he is, on the bridge, looking over "his" station while clearly deep in thought, with the pad of his thumb absently touching his bottom lip. He's silently testing himself as he looks at each part and, of course, somehow knows exactly what it's meant to do. Intriguing, if a little disturbing. He eventually looks up, and addresses anyone who happens to be around. ]

So it really doesn't matter that I've never been in space - I'm now supposed to fly this thing?

iv. iskaulit - library, or elsewhere!
[ Or, if you miss him on his own ship, you might find him holed up in a corner of the Iskaulit library, with a rather large tome of a book, some smaller books, a few sheets of paper, and a pen. (He prefers scrawling notes to typing them out, in cases like this.) His shorthand has become so personal and so developed over the years, it's surely hard to make out what he's taking all of his notes on, but one book seems to tell stories about ancient kings, another talks about some kinds of magic in some worlds, and that large tome is... well, it's rather worn on the outside, so it's difficult to tell just how much good it's going to do. But Gansey has it anyway.

He's focused, but not too focused - he'd be glad for company, or if something weird happens outside of the library, he'll probably go check it out. He just considers it part of orienting himself to things around here still... ]


(( post-canon, but am flexible! ))

ii

[thetruehistorian]

[A tall woman, wide-eyed and raven haired, runs up the trail, breathing deeply. She slows as she draws near, dropping her gait to a brisk jog and then to a walk.] Did you see something in the forest just now? It was here just a moment ago...

ᴇᴠᴇʟʏɴ ᴏ'ᴄᴏɴɴᴇʟʟ ☥ ᴛʜᴇ ᴍᴜᴍᴍʏ ʀᴇᴛᴜʀɴs

[anippe]

( 1; docked ships )

[ the weather outside is warm. It's the first thing that she notices as she takes her first steps on the planet. It's not Egyptian weather, the air is not as dry and the sun is not as scorching but Evie, who has never been a grand fan of London's weather, who has always favored the warmth, finds that she likes it.

it's almost impossible to accept that she is - what? miles and miles away from Earth itself, stepping on a soil few men from her world ever imagined to exist, on a star, the kind she'd make a wish upon when she was a little girl.

Coming upon the docked ships, she pauses, looks at them for a long moment, the way they shine in the sun, foreign and odd.

oh my God, is muttered just beneath her breath. She might need a moment. ]

( 2; the marketplace )

[ Now this sets her much more at ease. Evie is dressed in a simple dress, simple golden jewelry, all bought in Cairo, adorn her neck and arms, a necklace and two bracelet and her wedding ring, of course. She is not the shining example of the 30's fashion at all but it seems to fit here and no one questions her.

she walks through the marketplace, stops to ask questions and look at every item offered to her. she will be examining the texture of fabrics, taking samples out of every food offered to her but when she comes upon vases and other such finery, that is where she'll kneel and take a closer look at each one.

she is learning, of course, taking in the culture through its products.

and maybe doing a little market window shopping, too. ]

1

[thanagarianexile]

Try not to get overwhelmed and faint. I don't want to have to dive into the ocean to rescue you.

[Shayera was sitting on the roof of a nearby shuttle, her feathered wings relaxed around her. She'd been enjoying the feel of actual sunshine upon her when her attention was grabbed by the nearby human.]

Ford Prefect | Hitchhiker's Guide

[ohbelgium]

Treehouse Village

Although extraordinarily bland, it is known to host a passably drinkable rum. Do not fall off rope bridges, you might die.

Ford Prefect stared down at the very sparse entry he'd written and decided that while it may not have been his best work, it was at least work and it was far more important than whatever it was they had tried to assign him on his ship. He still had his copy of the Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy and although it was not particularly helpful in this sector of seemingly uncharted space, it was still a comfort to know that he was providing a valuable service to anyone else unfortunate enough to be caught behind this absurdly slow fleet.

He stood up, draped his towel around his shoulders, and went to negotiate the price of his tab with the proprietor of the establishment. This, it seemed, was not going well.

"Look," he explained in what he thought was a very patient tone. It went something like this: "It's a Diner Express card. It's backed by one of the richest organizations to have ever existed in the galaxy. -- Yes, well, it's not my fault if you've never heard of it. -- So what you're telling me is that you refuse to accept my payment simply because you can't process what is easily the most common form of payment throughout the entire galaxy? -- Well no, of course I don't have any local currency, what do I look like? -- Not only was that entirely uncalled for, but I think I'll just see about writing an entry about this establishment. Now, what do you call this place again?"

And so on.

[alementalist]

"It's the Hanging Bough Inn," a mildly exasperated Xaphias answers from behind the bar, turning the tiny card over between his fingers. He pinches the bridge of his scarred nose and hands the card back to the man, fighting the urge to sigh. He quickly places his hands back on the bar, pressing his lips into a thin line.

"Look, if you can't pay with the local coin, you can pay in help. I have tables that need to be bussed and dishes that need to be cleaned," he says, carefully keeping his voice even. "Or I can show you the door, but I don't think that either of us will like that much."

He casually cracks the knuckles of his hubcap-sized hands, then pours another patron a drink. "It's your choice."

Edna | Tales of Zestiria

[cinderbrella]

[This isn't home. This isn't the Rayfalke Spiritcrest. Edna barely registers anything as it happens - she's on some sort of big, metal tub? - and instead tries to get everything sorted out in her mind as her breathing starts to calm. There are trails on her cheeks where tears had stained them earlier, but she covers all that up by ducking under her umbrella.

Not like it'd matter, there's no one here she recognizes anyway. And, frankly?

That's terrifying.

Where is she? Where are the others? Sorey, Mikleo, Zaveid, Lailah--...Eizen. This isn't home. She has to go back home, just for a moment, she has to. It's important--! She has to make sure no one... Th-That he's not...! She has to just...one last time--

Someone bumps into her, probably someone who can't see her, and Edna is reminded that she really isn't solving anything by standing around and worrying. Right, right...first things first, she needs to figure out where she is, if anyone else came here, and to find them. After that, well...it'll be home to get back and accomplish what they climbed the mountain to do, right? Yeah. Yeah...she can't back down anymore. She has to see it through to the end. Just need to find everyone and...just....get back.

Her wandering finds her in the forest eventually, and Edna can't help but roll up her umbrella and look up and around at all the lush greenery. Everything feels so lush and alive and brimming with energy. It's almost surreal - she can't feel that much malevolence at all. Even the air smells clean and new. Or, well...perhaps 'new' isn't the right word, because the earth tells her all she needs to know. Each squishy step on the moss paints a picture - the soil may be fertile and well tilled, but it is in no way new. The trees that tower above her are aged and have stood firmly for as long as she has lived.

It's in her wonderment that she traverses deeper and deeper into the lush growth. The sounds of birds and critters seems so strange, and the colors of flowers growing, trees with thick, plump fruits hanging low to the ground--]

Knew it was too good to last.

[She spins, holding out her umbrella, point at the ready. Of course, for as many seemingly harmless animals there are in this forest, there are surely going to be animals that prey on them, right? Obviously, that's law of the land. Maybe she can scare it away with a smack or a jab with her umbrella. It's probably just a pack of wolves or something that thought she was meaty enough to feed them.

Predators? Yes. Wolves? Not even close. The leaves rustle and Edna jerks her hands to where the movement was, umbrella held out. She looks pretty focused, up until the scaly creature decides to show itself at last, with a high-pitched keening sound, like a screechy roar. Now, any other point in time, seeing something so alike to a dragon wouldn't be as startling, but...let's just say, she's not in the mental state to deal with big, scaly lizards right now. She backs away a few steps, the arm holding her umbrella beginning to shake slightly. She isn't seeing a dinosaur right now, but a but larger reptile...with wings, horns, and a darker coloring of its scales. She meets the lizard's eye and--

She can't. She can't. She's not ready yet, not yet--

The raptor lunges forward, and Edna reacts. The ground around her glows a warm, orange light, and rises up swiftly - a platform high up off the ground. She exhales in relief, and chances a peek over the edge, only to shriek as the monstrous reptile manages to jump high enough to try and take a snap at her. Thankfully, she's high enough that it can't reach, but it sure as heck prowls around the rock tower she's made, looking up at her with a soft hiss.

It'd be easy. Just cast Rock Lance, or Final Embrace. It's no where near the size of him, it'd go down really fast. It'd be quick, it'd be easy...but. But.]

I hate this place. [Is it time to go home, yet?]
---

[OOC: Almost forgot! But Edna here comes from a canon where many people can't normally see her! Feel free to have your character bump into the invisible girl anywhere between her brush with dinos, or ponder why a velociraptor is pacing around an empty rock pillar, THE POWER CHOICE IS YOURS.]

[sylphystia]

[Without warning, whips and knives appear and wrap around the raptor's legs, tripping it up! The beast lets out a roar as it falls. Though it flails and struggles, Dezel's grip is steel.]

You're done.

[He lifts his other hand and calls down a seraphic arte. Green jaws made of light appear and 'chomp' down on the raptor, colliding in a blast of light.

Dezel looks upward. He knows who's at the top of the pillar, but he's not so sure she'll be happy to see him. Edna doesn't usually act scared of anything either-- but pointing that out might make things worse. Christ, this is why he doesn't make friends.]

Nico Robin | One Piece

[thetruehistorian]

A- A Ship: Communications Augment

[The string of audible beeps, clicks, and whines finally comes to an end. It's been being broadcast across the entire ship for the last several hours solid- though Robin's been listening to it for days, before her headset broke and she had to switch outputs.

She's in tears, her fingers pressed gently against her lips as she half-heartedly attempts to quell her emotions. Whatever that message was, it's certainly had an interesting effect on her. The only clue for those who don't have Communications augments who might be wondering what in the universe their unsuspecting ears have just been subjected to is a single, breathless word Robin whispers quietly to herself.]

Beautiful.



B- A Ship: Security Augment

[Spending an afternoon quietly maintaining a small arsenal of guns and armor isn't exactly Robin's preferred activity, but she recognizes the importance of doing so nevertheless. The repetitive work, the gleaming metal, the intrinsic danger of the machines make her a little nostalgic. They remind her of people from home- people she cares about dearly and would do anything to protect. Will she one day feel the same for this crew? Could such a depth of emotion and selflessness be possible to feel more than once in a lifetime?

Would she even want to?

Whatever the answers, her thoughts are wandering through lonely corridors. Robin definitely wouldn't mind a little company, and calls out to the next person who happens to walk past in the hallway.]

Excuse me, might I have a few moments of your time?



C- Planetside

[Holding hands and hugging strangers is something Robin is hesitant to do, but... when in Skypeia, do as the Skypeians do, no? It doesn't take long for her to realize there's some sort of connection being made- and the sorts of things those connections may wind up sharing, so after awhile her enthusiasm wears off and she becomes more cordial. Sharing too much is not an option. Not that her secrets have much relevance in this setting, but that almost makes them dig that much deeper into her. Perhaps if she could find a familiar face among the crowd, someone who understands the context of the pain, fear, and loneliness she might inadvertently share. But would that necessarily make it any easier? Is there a way to control what is shared?

Analytically speaking, there's only one way to find out.]

Pardon me, but would you be willing to participate in a little experiment I'm conducting?

C!

[namisan]

[Let us assume there have already been the requisite OMG ROBIN and YAYYY reactions some days ago, which is why Nami's only response to that question is a vaguely suspicious look.]

What kind of experiment? [Does it involve morbid curiosity. She bets it involves morbid curiosity.]

Takashi Shirogane | Voltron

[galacticdad]

[ A - Shopping ]

[ After an enthusiastic welcome from the locals, Shiro has taken to wandering the villages, looking for answers. He stops from time to time, glancing at the produce and materials available. Anything that'll help though he has no idea where he is and whether he can use any of this to contact Allura. If Pidge were here, he'd solve the problem. Unfortunately, he's on his own again.

Shiro rubs his prosthetic arm lightly as he brushes off a shopkeeper with a polite smile. He just had to keep at it. Something will give way. ]

[ b - the forests ]

[ He thought he heard something - a growl or a scream. Without thinking, he runs off into the forest.

And then promptly got himself lost. He sighs, running a hand through his hair. ]

What now?

[ c - wildcard ]

b

[thanagarianexile]

[The tree above him rustled as something landed upon it. An initial glance upward would make one think that an unusually large bird was perched there, looming over him, but then a few smaller branches and leaves were pushed aside to reveal that those wings belonged to a redheaded woman.]

Need a lift back to town?

honey lemon || big hero 6

[periodics]

network video

[ it seems that Honey has forgotten that she started the feed, having found the augment embedded in her skin. she's spinning in slow circles as she's molesting it beneath her thick hair, only snapping her hands away when she remembers she started the broadcast. ]

Oh- hello! [ there's the briefest of pauses before she continues. ] I've tried for way too long to get access to the internet. I've like, a hundred orders I was supposed to be processing and now I have to tell them I'm going to be really delayed! [ she doesn't take a breath as she moves on to the next thought. ] Are we really in space? This isn't some sort of elaborate prank, right? Right You guys wouldn't do that to me... [ she narrows her large eyes beneath her glasses, half-expecting Fred to be the one to lose it first and start laughing. but that expression is as gone almost as quickly as it came, excitement shining through once more. ] This technology is eons past what I'm familiar with! Are we going to go to planets? AmIallowedtotakesamples? [ another pause, and her attention is diverted as she glances about the room. ] Am I being recorded right now? Is this more like Big Brother or Keeping Up with the Kardashians?

or throw a spontaneous prompt at me, i'm READY

HOLY SHIT I DIDNT KNOW YOU POSTED THIS... SO... A MONTH LATER....

[ishere]

[ tadashi is going to openly stare for a moment, trying to parse everything that she's saying. okay, so, uh - it's clear that she doesn't remember her last stay here. and the last thing he wants to do is alarm her too... much... right off of the bat, so.

in lieu of video or audio, he'll just shoot her a text message to start off with. ]

No idea, sorry. :( They're not exactly forthcoming with a lot of the details about the "show." But we do get to visit a lot of cool planets, so... that's a plus.

azula | avatar: the last airbender

[unstable]

network video

[ it seems the princess is unaware that she's been filmed since she woke, which is probably for the better. after a very rude awakening, she had managed to set the bunk she stumbled out of on fire. and of course, it didn't take very long for it to be extinguished by the sprinklers atop the room and leave Azula very, very wet. like a wet, angry pomeranian.

she combs dark hair out of her eyes, kicking the frame of the bunk while mumbling heavily under her breath. the augment has, at least, given her enough knowledge to force her to be passive-- she knows, vaguely, where she is. but space and space travel is so far out of her comfort zone that it still remains unsettling, no amount of augmentation could push that out of her mind.

she suddenly becomes aware, leaning forward. ]

Am I being watched?

[thanagarianexile]

[Shayera was sitting on the bridge, watching the stars pass by, when Azula inserted herself into Shayera's peaceful time. She barely glances over at the monitor, hitting the button to reply with a sigh.]

Yes. And now you have an extra set of eyes on you for one minute before I shut this thing off.

Jhatik | Warcraft OC | Draenei Monk

[auchenei]

[One of the newer, and possibly stranger, members of the fleet walks about town, his eyes bright and searching under his heavy brows. Although he is not a small man - he easily stands at seven and a half feet tall, and nearly half as broad across - he cranes his neck to look up at the towns built into the trees. He strokes his thin, stark-white beard and grins. He turns to the person nearest him and says:]

I haven't seen anything like this in... Light, ten thousand years? Look at the way they wove that bridge out of vines!

[Jhatik gestures to the bridge with the end of a tree branch-turned-walking stick. He then sets it back down on the mossy forest floor, and rests his chin on the top of the staff.]

Ah, it's wonderful to see people steeped in the world of the living, for a change. Come, let's walk together! There has to be more than just this.

Xaphias | Warcraft OC | Draenei brewer

[alementalist]

[If a hot meal and a pint of booze is your style, you're liable to come across Xaphias at some point or another. The man stands at nearly eight feet tall even without counting the horns sprouting from his forehead, and cuts an intimidating figure behind the bar. Deep scars across his nose and forehead dance and writhe every time he makes a face. While he seems to share the locals' clothing tastes in earthy colors, there's little doubt that he's from the Fleet. None of the locals have lavender skin or hooves, either cloven or uncloven.]

[For all his demonic appearance, though, he's more than happy to talk at length about the brew du jour as he serves up some of the local delicacies. Even if it doesn't seem to be directed at anyone in particular.]

... and this is a melomel made with some of the local fruit. It's got this nice amber color, and even though it tastes light and delicate, it has enough of a kick to knock over a horse. Though if you want something a little less intense, the house mead is a bit more gentle-

[He stops his excited rambling upon seeing a new customer come in. He beckons you over to an empty seat at the bar.]

What can I get for you, stranger?

Vastania | Warcraft OC | Draenei Paladin

[kaikaldos]

[Kneeling at the base of the wishing-tree is an armored figure. From a distance, they might look like a knight of old - their armor is a pearly white, and a white-and-gold cape is draped across their shoulders. With their head bowed and their back turned to the trail, the rest of the figure is difficult to make out from far away.]

[As one approaches the tree, the figure's form comes into view - and it's not of a knight. At least, not of any knight that rode horses and served in the court of a king. A long, whiplike tail snakes out from beneath their cape, and their legs have an odd bend to them, like a deer's leg. Two sweeping horns sprout from their head, and their feet end in hooves rather than toes. The hand they lay upon the tree's trunk could span a dinner plate edge-to-edge, and the rest of them is just as gigantic. And as if that isn't enough, every inch of them that isn't covered in armor is a vivid cornflower blue.]

[They lift their head up as a stranger approaches. It's one smooth, serene movement, not a sudden jerk of surprise. They look over their shoulder, their glowing eyes searching the person approaching them.]

You've come to pray for a favor as well, no?

[The alien knight withdraws their hand from the tree's trunk, then looks up at the branches.]

I've been here for a few hours already. Nothing seems to have come of it yet, but it's not a bad place to meditate on life.

Shayera Hol (Hawkgirl) | DCAU

[thanagarianexile]

{A - city} [Nope. After the first few random natives grabbed her hands and were far, far too friendly, Shayera took to moving through the populated area in the air. She flew low enough to be able to see and take in the cities, but she was just out of reach. It wasn't the physical contact that bothered her, but the sensation that accompanied it. Some things were still a little too raw in her to want anyone else picking up on them.

So, the moment she saw someone from the Fleet on their way out of town, Shayera landed next to them.] Care for some non-touchy feely company?


{B - forest} [Having sufficiently stretched her wings flying above the forest canopy, Shayera dropped down into the thick foliage and weaved between trees and branches. Spotting someone who looked as though they'd seen better days, she landed on a thick branch above them.]

Need some help?


{C - ship} [There was a muttering coming from the engine room along with some minor clanking and machinery was being worked on.]

Oh, yes, let's give the Thanagarian the engineer's implant. They're a technologically advanced people compared to humans having mastered working with Nth Element materials and building hyper-space bypasses and planetary force fields. The Thanagarian will do a fine job fixing the ship.

[Some more clanking and a sudden cursing before Shayera continued complaining to herself.]

Never mind that I am far better at breaking things than fixing them. And for the love of-- This should've been assigned to someone who doesn't have wings and can squeeze into these tiny spaces. We need a bigger ship.

[And then having heard the nearby person, Shayera hit the tool she was using against the floor and called out to them.]

If you're looking to head planetside, you're going to have to wait for someone to bring Shuttle One back. I still haven't gotten to fixing Two yet. You'll be able to get down, but it won't get you back up here.

A

[passingthrough]

[Kitty spotted Shayera before she landed and for just a moment at seeing the wings she wondered if it was Angel. The woman standing by her now is definitely not the nightclub owner and part-time aid to the X-Men.] It'll be tough to resist. I'm such a hugger. [She smiles. The sarcasm is clear though maybe a little overstated. She can be a hugger once you get through her walls. That's just not the kind of thing that normally happens the first time she meet someone. Even someone with interesting wings.]

We haven't met. Kitty. I'd shake your hand but it feels like that would go against the premise of your visit.

barriss offee | star wars

[ontrial]

a | intro style

[ the hospitality deck is currently being graced by one very cautious and serious looking young woman. entirely covered but for her face and hands — a yellow shade of green and sporting black diamond tattoos - barriss likely has her reasons for looking suspicious. it hasn't taken her much to figure out that she's on a strange vessel, against her will, missing her lightsaber, during a very frustrating war in which she is an active (albeit reluctant) combatant. but nothing feels like a separatist plot here, and it certainly doesn't scream hutt or any sort of bounty hunter, so she has very little frame of reference for just what is going on here.

barriss is poking around the spaces she can get to, trying to get a sense of the place and the scope of her imprisonment. anyone stuck on the deck with her is examined with more caution, from a safe distance.

if she looks like she's feeling a little paranoid, that's because she is. ]

b | landing piers

[ fresh air is a sweet thing after too much space and that's something barriss learned to appreciate years ago. the part of her conditioned to be an active diplomat for the jedi wherever she goes agrees with her curiosity of this strange new planet, but both lose out to her desire to take some time to centre herself properly. she's frustrated, she can tell, and she needs to let go of that before it gets her into trouble.

and the beach seems like a better place for meditation than most.

she wanders off on her own, sinking down into the sand still within sighting distance of more than one of the fleet's ships. sitting cross-legged, barriss adjusts her long skirt and closes her eyes, hands resting on her knees and letting the faint breeze blow across her face, rustling her hood. and with a little bit of time, she might just be so focused on relaxing herself that sneaking up behind her (or just showing up, really) could startle her out of her trance. ]

c | why so much touching

[ focused and more relaxed now, ready to accept whatever tests this planet is trying to throw at her, barriss finds herself actually enjoying touring the settlements. the forest is gorgeous and more than once she pauses to gaze at the tree-structures, looking at them until she figures out just how they've likely been achieved.

but then she lingers too long and finds herself with a local at her side, starting to chat with her about the treehouse that's caught her attention. which is fine, until the copper-skinned person suggests a different structure to take in, and grabs barriss's hand to show her the way. ]

Is all the touching really necessary?

[ so... it's safe to say this isn't the first time this has happened today. she sounds rather distraught as she pulls away, like she's internally struggling between being a good jedi or screaming quietly at all the personal space violations. ]

c!!

[sandhate]

[ he feels her faintly at first. he shakes it off, a misguided memory. someone touching him must have brought it up and he disregards it. but he's always been one to face his enemies, face them head on and without thought of the consequences - of what he will or might do once he does. he seeks that feeling out. they've trained together, in their younger years. she is a signature in the Force just as he surely is. he can feel her stronger and stronger and then

she's there.

she stands in front of him with a local dragging her. and she has the gall to look uncomfortable about. his face twists and bitter cold rage, so evident and red in the Force, would have alerted her of his presence if she hadn't before. his kirito-saber is in his hand when she faces him. ]

Barriss Offee.

Captain Phasma | Star Wars | CRAU

[flawless_precision]

Fleet

[The ships are too small, the layout sloppy, even the aesthetics irritate her. Phasma is beginning to appreciate the circumstances she had on Blanc; at least there, she could busy herself fighting a war. Here, leisure? Solitude? It was going to drive her insane.]

[She tries to maintain as much of her familiar routines as possible, but patrolling these tiny tiny ships didn't take up much time at all.]

Wildlife

[Now, hunting giant toothy creatures is a much needed change from the ships. She'll take the chance she can get to stretch her legs and maintain her skills. If you're in her hunting party, she will be assessing you. It pays to have allies, but she's picky about who she lets into her circle.]

Wildcard!

[Although beware she is not a fan of physical affection. Or really any affection.]

Fleet

[kaikaldos]

[Phasma isn't the only one that seems to be suffering from a sudden influx of leisure time. A tall, blue alien woman has taken up residence in one of the shuttle maintenance areas, surrounded by a disassembled set of plate armor. She's been buffing a vambrace for what seems like hours, working it almost past the point of polish.]

[She looks up at Phasma on one of her patrol passes, then looks back down at the piece of armor in her hand.]

Keep that up, and you're going to wear a rut in the floor.

ᴀᴄᴛᴜᴀʟ ǫᴜᴇᴇɴ ᴄᴀᴛ ɢʀᴀɴᴛ | sᴜᴘᴇʀɢɪʀʟ

[retentively]

( ᴀ; ᴇᴠᴇʀʏ ʀᴇᴀʟɪᴛʏ ᴛᴠ ᴛʀᴏᴘᴇ ᴇᴠᴇʀ ᴀᴋᴀ ᴛʜᴇ ᴅᴏᴄᴋs )

[ So! Have you ever felt this odd feeling that someone of ultimate power is in your presence? It could have been a parent catching you in one misdeed or another or the presence of a celebrity, mediocre as it may be? Or who knows, magic? the Force?

Maybe you're feeling it again right now because no matter what world you come from, there is something very formidable about a pissed off Cat Grant. It might take a moment to actually connect that feeling with the woman herself, she is rather petite - thin and not too tall and currently sporting a very expensive pair of Manolo Blahniks coupled with a Calvin Klein dress and a Tom Ford sunglasses.

She has a notepad in hand. ]

--- do they think they are. Kei -

[ she seems like she's about to call someone before remembering that oh yeah, she's been abducted to a space reality show and her no good of an assistant didn't bother to follow. yet.

She has an urge to fire her right here and now. Where she is, she will feel thfat Cat Grant is Unhappy.

To more important business ]

Well this is charming. Kidnapping a major media figure to a reality show - and no one was surprised that it doesn't even have a name.

[ writing down ]

I'd call it Defying Gravity if wasn't taken by that deplorable Oz musical.

( ʙ; ᴍᴀʀᴋᴇᴛᴘʟᴀᴄᴇ )

[ Eventually, she does get hungry.

She isn't overly used to getting lunch by herself. That's usually why she keeps Keira hopping around in those ridiculous vintage dresses that she thinks is cute and Cat thinks are childish but these things are sent to try us right? right.

She carries a cup of coffee from her ship and heads down to the marketplace, making a face at just about anything that's offered to her. It's as if sanitary never reached this remote part in space.

This is the story, however: Cat Grant is currently away from both her sons, pissed off, hungry and a reality show star by force. She invented forced contracts with reality show stars and having this happening to her is not ironic, not funny and unacceptable.

That can only mean one thing.

She stops by a little baked goods stall, gives the woman a very piercing, very intimidating look and just says: ]

I'll take six.

[ she lifts both arms when the woman offers her a hug. ]

We are not touching each other.

( ᴄ; ɴᴇᴛᴡᴏʀᴋ )

[ Hello, space network. Have you met miss Grant yet? ]

Hello, Race to Space players.

It has come to my attention that somewhere aboard one of those tiny little metal junk yard spaceships one of mine is currently hiding.

Keira, this is your first and only warning. I want you here in 10 minutes and you better have two cups of coffee and some very good explanations.

Come alone, do not bring your droid.

c;

[takingkarabusiness]

[ within minutes—nay, seconds—of Ms. Grant's broadcast, Kara is walking through the door with two cups of coffee. She's thankfully not wearing the jumpsuit, though her outfit is a little more "thrift shop" than normal ]

Ms Grant! Hi, sorry I'm late. I actually didn't know you were here. Well, until your broadcast, anyway. Here's your coffees. One black and one with something like cream and sugar for when you decide you don't like black coffee. Have you been here long? Are they treating you all right? Are you comfortable? Maybe we can get you some extra blankets and pillows.

Sevro au Barca - Red Rising Trilogy - mid Morning Star, canon-wise.

[shitescalates]

Sevro does not give a single shit about the Fleet.

At least, that's what he's been boisterously telling anyone who dares insinuate he's getting anywhere near comfortable on these bloodydamn ships. He has a war to fight, and while Darrow may be back, everyone knows Reap needs his Howler pal around to back up his crazy schemes. And damn it, he's a fucking terrorist warlord. A shitty one, but one none-the-less.

Worse still, these ships are boring. There's no where near enough death, destruction, explosions, or verbal sparring and posturing to keep Sevro amused. Not a single Gold to taunt with his Carved eyes and reputation, not a single Red to party with. In fact, all the people here seem to be devoid of specific Color or symbol. It's a peek into a possible future that Darrow imagined but without his friend here it's pointless to even posit on the implications.

And the protein slurry shit here tastes like ass.

So to better amuse himself, Sevro's been locating places he can hide and spring attacks. It's partially a survival tactic-- never know when you have to pop out and murder the fuck out of someone. It's also a comfort thing, though Sevro will never admit to it. Tucking himself into dark corners is familiar in such an alien place.

In fact, he's come upon an unlucky victim at the moment, and while he doesn't have his razor and wolf pelt to look properly menacing, he's still good at scaring the shit out of Pixies with a howl and a well-executed drop out of the vents. Which is what he does just now.

"AWOOOOOOOOO! HOWLERS GOTCHA, FARTFACE!"

He's twenty-three years old, if you would believe it.

[maschinenpistole]

Kotoha readily agrees with him about that much: the ships are boring. Always have been, will surely continue to be. She always tries to find ways to entertain herself, but they usually seem to fall short of actually doing the job. So it should really go without saying that she's currently in a haze of boredom, sleepiness, and not-really-paying-attention-ness.

And she's sure as all hell not expecting to be the victim of a shouty jumpscare.

She shrieks when drops from the vent behind her, and then, she's acting purely on reflex as she spins around to face her attacker.

"Shortcut: stick!!"

It comes from out of nowhere - a quarterstaff, suddenly positioned perfectly in her hands. It whirls right around with her, poised to whack him good, and right in the shoulder.

jojen reed | a song of ice and fire/got

[greensights]

Marketplace

[ Jojen's tired. That's the telling-not-showing understatement of the century. Dark circles have found their place under moss green eyes and while the boy is vaguely good at hiding how not good he generally feels, he's doing a bad job of it right now. He's had a couple of locals pull him into handshakes, one even drew him into a hug. After it all, all they could do is match the weathered frown that was plastered on his face. He has his suspicions that it isn't because he barely gripped their hands back or even because he fell almost motionless into the hug he'd been given. No, it looks like they know something they shouldn't.

He's heard the talk. The fleet gave him a bottle of white tablets, told him to take them when he felt tired, when he felt ill. They smelled off to Jojen, and his normal sense of bravado about not dying disappeared the moment he was plucked from his usual surroundings and dropped into new ones. Starships? Space? Other planets? So the bottle of pills stays tucked away in his pocket as he walks on, heavily leaning on a walking stick. He is being a little bit stubborn, or maybe he's depressed.

Should he even entertain the idea of false hope?

Sweat's beginning to cling to his brow, and maybe it's because he's wearing so many layers. Or maybe it isn't; he looks like he's cold, despite not being to the touch at all.

Ew. Hope that's not contagious. ]

Fleet

Dirty blond hair had gone un-brushed, like it usually had, despite today being completely different to every day Jojen normally knew. His fear didn't show, not in the way sullen green eyes had observed his surroundings, taking things in he understood somehow, like he'd seen it in one of his dreams, but this made even less sense than his dreams did sometimes. The boy looked odd, no doubt, but there wasn't exactly a newbie air about him, he was far too calm for it.

He ended up feeling like he had gone in a complete circle on one of the decks, though it was hard to tell when things look so similar to him. He was taking a moment to rest against one of the walls when movement brought his attention up and towards someone else. Acting inconspicuous didn't really work when the person trying to blend in stuck out like a sore thumb, but he'd be damned if he wasn't going to try. At least he didn't look scared or anxious like a lot of the new ones probably tended to, just solemn.

Wildcard??

( Hit me with your best shot?? )

rose | tales of zestiria

[lustres]

( a. MARKETPLACE )

[ So she doesn't entirely understand what exactly is going on or where she is or what happened to everyone else but it's fine! She's fine! No problem here, except that is more than totally blind and really hungry which leads the leader of a renowned merchant group directly to the markets. Information and food all in one place, it's practically perfect!

For the first while she listens, half pretends to be browsing what's on offer, hopes to pick up something that is even the slightest bit useful. Hard to do when the locals are more friendly than some elderly grandmother with her kids. The first couple of times she grinned and bared it, tried to brush off the uncomfortable twist in her stomach they left her with. The third, however... lets just say Rose rather not get pulled into random hugs by strangers. Who does she look like to them? Sorey? ]

Alright, alright! That's enough, give a girl some space will ya?

[ She pushes the woman away suddenly, skin all a crawl with the sensations flickering across her mind, maybe a little too suddenly judging by the surprised expression on the woman's face. ]

I'm officially hugged out, no more hugs or handshakes for me. Got it?

( b. FOREST )

[ Forests? No big deal, she's been practically traveling all her life places like this is basically a second home. Carnivorous wildlife? Pfft, as if these scaly bastards could be any worse than the hellions back home, they're laughable really. Except there is a maybe one too many of them for Rose alone to handle, which more or less lead her to her current predicament of hiding in the tree. Not that she is actually hiding per say, she's just... making sure she doesn't become dino food. ]

Figures I'd run into a pack of these things. [ Fingers curled around a branch she leans out a little, getting a decent look at her surroundings. ] What do they have a nest around here or something? Do monsters like these even have nests?

[ She waits and excepts some sort of answer that doesn't come, only hollow silence and fills with disappointment. Whodathunk that'd she come to miss the creepy voices of her friends inside her head? She didn't, not in the beginning, but now? ]

You're talking to yourself again, Rose. [ Fingers curled into a fist she knocks herself on the head lightly. ] While stuck in a tree surrounded by giant lizards. Nice going.

aaaaaaaa i mean a

[nerdeology]

[The nice thing about finding a decent market is the frankly breathtaking amount of fresh food. The bad thing is he's invisible and no one sells food to invisible people.

Squires are good for that, though. C'mere.]

You know, if you keep offending people, you'll get yourself chased out of town.

[Says the guy who isn't getting pestered constantly.]

Darth Vader | Star Wars : Blue Milk Special || OMG Fluff Slugs!

[dorkvader]

There are two fluff slugs on Darth Vader's person. A black and red one on his shoulder and a white and blue one his head. He's not exactly sure when the second one showed up, but he's pretty sure the first one fell out of a tree or something.

Technically this sort of thing should annoy him immensely. He knows it on a deeply instinctual level. It is profoundly unSith to have small fluffy creatures crawling about one's person.

Having said that... he isn't actually making any effort to remove them. And no, it has nothing to do with them being 'cute' or 'nice' or anything like that... it's just not worth the effort.

Don't judge him.



Also, he's still not holding hands or whatever weirdness the locals are into.



((protip: His field of view is pretty limited and with all the armor and the cape and everything, it's possible he has more Fluff Slugs that he can't see. Have fun with it. #ruleoffunny))

Have a witch!

[gifted_witch]

Was he a Deatheater? Tall menacing dark robes? Check. Ominous presence? Check. Big face mask? Check. Small fluffy slugs…wait..what?

Lily had been following the man, or she attributed the gender to him automatically because hey it was almost the 80s and that was still the thing. But she had her hand on her wand in her pocket. She didn’t trust people who looked like Deatheaters to be totally friendly.

But, it was also in her nature to help so..rock meet hardplace.

“Excuse me…Sir?” She picked up her pace and reached her non-wand hand to tap his shoulder. “I think you’ve picked up some hitchickers.”

Luke SKywalker]Star Wars Legends

[farmboyjedi]

[Luke is intrigued by the tree village that makes up quite a bit of this forested area. It's a lot like the Forest Moon of Endor, and he finds himself expecting to see Ewoks in the area, or he would if he knew they weren't anywhere near Endor. Although he doesn't, he does get a couple fluff slugs on his head and shoulder. He really thinks Jacen would enjoy this place.

He can definitely feel something different on this planet, something that reminds him of what he feels in the Force, but it's still somewhat different. A bit like Dathomir, maybe, where the Nightsisters did much of their magic. He feels the hum it emits through the Force as well, though. He takes in the things around him, realizing that truthfully, the teenager who wanted to go exploring is still alive somewhere inside the much older Jedi Master. ]

[diplomacme]

[ Padmé is walking through the town, looking rather content. This planet sets her at ease in a way none of the others did. It reminds her of home.

She sees the robes first. A Jedi? But then she looks at him properly and... there's no mistake. It's Luke. Older, yes, but it is him. She moves toward him with something like urgency. ]

Luke?

zavied / tales of zestiria

[zavie]

( a. MARKETPLACE )

[ There's something to be said about being stood in the middle of a marketplace where no one can see you, and generally speaking Zaveid is pretty okay with being invisible - it gives him a few perks that some people don't really think about, after all. Right now, though, hearing that this is supposed to be an affectionate planet that he's not allowed to be a part of? Well, that's pretty darn upsetting, and he's doing the best he can to get some kind of attention, just in case there's someone out there that can see him.

By flexing. And sighing when no one pays attention.]

All these pretty ladies and not one of them wants to look my way?

[ He tsks, crossing his arms over his chest and pulling his hat lower on his head. ]

( b. FORESTS & BEACH )

[ When he's not losing his mind in the market and getting grumbly about being invisible - which, again, usually he's more than happy about, given what he did with his time - he finds his way back to the beach or the forest and wanders around, content to walk around with his hands hanging around his waistline. At the beach he doesn't do much more than stand around, basking in the gentle breeze and tilting his head up, already dreading what it might mean for him to end up back on the ships, and in the forest, well...

He ends up in a tree, lounging around on a lengthy branch with his legs hanging off the edge, hat tilted down to cover his eyes. He's definitely not asleep, because that's not how his kind work.

Right? ]

a

[nerdeology]

[YOU

ARE AN UNBELIEVABLE EMBARRASSMENT TO SERAPHKIND]

Kind of wish you were invisible to me, too...

Wynonna Earp

[irrevenant]

( 1. Marketplace )

[ probably a normal, nice day at the marketplace, but a woman with long dark hair starts making a ruckus ]

Hey! Hands off, perv. Jesus. Where’s a girl gotta go to get a drink and not get sexually harassed around here? Seriously, paws off, weirdo. I don’t know where I am but I definitely know bad touch when I see it. Or feel it. Whatever.

Does anyone know what’s going on? Anyone who doesn’t want to get all up ons? You, come here and talk to me. What the hell is going on? This ain’t Purgatory.

[ Are you going to take her bait? Scold her for being rude to the locals? Offer to buy her a drink? ]

( 2. Network )

[ Wynonna appears in the video, looking irritated and exhausted ]

Okay, so, turns out that “causing a scene” or whatever is considered “poor manners” but it’s not my fault these people are so grope-a-licious. And I guess they have some sort of problem with “someone like me” frequenting their bars. Who ever heard of an acorn-based economy, anyway? I definitely don’t think that would hold up to the global economy.

Where else can a girl get a drink around here?

2. Network

[tallasaking]

You could always come to one of the bars. I suggest the Malum, the service is much more charming.

[Said with a completely straight face here, thanks.]

Wade Wilson | Deadpool

[shitdisturber]

o1. Touching ALL the people
[ For having not been to another planet before, this is pretty much the cat's knees. The bee's pajamas.

That's not--.. just no.

At first, the thought of sharing emotions via touched seemed a little TOO Disney Princess for him. Sure, the idea of sharing certain things could be really cool. But Wade Wilson is a shitty person and he's more than happy to be. The marketplace is really neat, too. The fruits that don't look like real fruit are tasty as shit, and people aren't half bad. Were he not an asshole, but. You know. Semantics.

But he's not a completely terrible dude, so he can be found playing with kids or peddling wares, too. ]

o3. Chef Deadpool- your worst nightmare
[ Hello pilots, lab support, and captains alike! It's your friendly neighborhood Deadpool here to rustle up some grub! He's in the kitchen sporting a ridiculously frilly apron and the deadly spatula. Upon further inspection, it seems as though Wade has filled every available flat surface with plates of protein pancakes. Just a simple recipe that he fandangled from soft-solid protein in vanilla, cinnamon, and banana and a bit of flour. There's a bowl of what can only be described as the ungodly combination of gel protein in chocolate mixed with a warmed soft-solid. It's slightly terrifying.

He turns his head toward the doorway when he hears someone coming. ]

Hope you brought an appetite big enough for thirty!

[ What the shit, Wade? Maybe he's not even part of the crew. WHO KNOWS. Deadpool doesn't know your life. ]

[ladybro]

[ -- protein pancakes, eh? could be worse. could be a lot better, but it could also be a lot worse. so in walks kate bishop, who takes one long hard look at deadpool and...

and she doesn't about-turn and walk-on-out. she might be one of the very few people in her version of the world that actually kinda sorta maybe enjoys deadpool's company.

doesn't mean she's not wary as all get-out to see him filling her kitchen with protein pancakes. ]

Feeding a small army, are we? [ a perhaps unrecognizable (to this version of him) dark-haired woman stands in the doorway with her arms crossed. ] Or maybe the entire membership roster of the local Planet Fitness?

Dallas Winston | The Outsiders | i dont know either okay

[greaser]

A. Network video

[ Dallas always keeps his cool, no matter what. One particularly large bump in the road isn't going to keep him from that. Besides, he always gets what he wants. If he doesn't want to be here or home or anywhere at all, he'll just have to make that happen for himself. Later. Right now he needs to complain.

For now, he greets the camera with intense disinterest. Teenage rebellion at its finest. ]

Glory, could hell be any more boring?

[ Because that's what this is, isn't it? It's the only thing that makes sense. Some of us are meant to be dead right now, guys. ]

Alright, kids. What's there to do for kicks around here? I ain't savvy on staring at the rocks out the window til I get sick, you dig? Stars-- [ He gives an indignant snort and rolls his eyes. ] Never did get the big deal.

B. Marketplace

[ Maybe he's had his panic moment in private, before the network and before stepping out onto the planet. He seems perfectly fine, unbothered by the unfamiliar setting as he strolls along, casually perusing the shops and avoiding the displays of affection that strangers seem to try to be forcing onto him.

If you catch him at just the right moment, you might see him slipping small items into the pockets of his jacket when he's sure no one is looking. He doesn't need any of these things. He doesn't even want any of these things, but a guy's gotta stave off boredom somehow. ]