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

[cinderbrella]

Who else is going to carry all the new supplies I'll need now?

[You were saying about ending off on a teasing, borderline mean comment? But even so, Edna's tone is light and friendly, and a very small smile pulls up at the corners of her lips. She was being honest before - he was missed, and even her stony heart ached a little bit when he had to leave them. As weird as it is to have him here, it's a welcome thing. Dezel always was the quiet, grumbly, but honest one of their motley crew. If anything, he brought about a sense of calm (s-sometimes) to the group.]

How long do we stay here before we go back into those flying buckets? [Because she is not looking forward to that.]

[sylphystia]

Oh, great. Demoted to packmule duty. What a great welcoming gift.

[There's something good-natured about his grumbling, even so. He likes Edna.]

Probably a month. We've still got a while.

[cinderbrella]

[There's a smirk playing on Edna's face for a few seconds - the punchline is she's only half joking about what she said earlier - before she moves into the tail end of the conversation. More important than their banter, unfortunately. If she's going to be stuck here, she may as well be prepared and know how to handle it.

A month. A month here on this planet doesn't sound bad at all, even if - to her - that seems a little brief.]

And the time between landing? I'm guessing it varies, right?

[sylphystia]

[Edna is a delicate, frail little lady. But he won't ever say that. He knows better.]

Yeah. Sometimes it's a couple weeks, sometimes longer. Most of the time there are waystations, but they're not much better than the ships... Fake trees, fake air, broken machines.

[cinderbrella]

[Dezel can probably feel the wrinkle of Edna's nose, and the scowl that plasters itself right on her face. Honestly, she'd prefer just being put in a big, metal bubble than in some gross imitation of what should be. It sounds absolutely debilitating, especially for their kind.]

Is that even really safe for us? [Because damn if she's not concerned somewhat. She doesn't need any more people she knows becoming dragons, alright?]

[sylphystia]

[He sure does. Even if her tone didn't give it away, he's sure of it now.]

We have Sorey's domain-- but if he leaves, we're screwed.

[No point mincing words.]

[cinderbrella]

[Edna's breath hitches. That's a fun little thought, thanks. Though, she should be grateful for Dezel's honesty - and she does appreciate it, but it's very sobering how at the mercy of the world they all are, without Sorey to support them. And vice versa, of course.]

It can happen at any time, right? Like how I appeared. [Edna can see a town beginning to form in the distance. Man, she didn't realize how much they've been walking.] ...Have you all thought about what to do if the worst happens?

[This time, she actually looks Dezel in the face, and though she wears the same stoic face as she always does, the hands holding her umbrella's handle are tense and shaky. She doesn't want to fight any more dragons.]

[sylphystia]

[He meets her gaze as best he can. He might not be entirely sighted, but he can grasp some body language from his wind-reading, and he can tell... There is definitely a tremor in her hands. He looks ahead again after a moment.

Without breaking his stride, he reaches over and fixes her errant dress strap. His other hand pushes on the brim of his hat, carefully disguising his expression.]

... I'll take care of it.

[cinderbrella]

[Edna's looks flicks down to his hand, where he's correct her attire, then she scowls. That's not what she was looking to hear - it sounds too much like Dezel's offering himself up as a sacrifice again. Sure he was idiot and made a stupid decision, but...damn it if Edna's not ready or willing to watch him die again.

She stops, half tempted to prod him in the side with her umbrella's point for such a clumsy remark. It's only out of respect that she doesn't. Right now.]

By yourself? Because that sure as heck worked out great for you last time. [Yes, she's going there, but if he pulls the whole selfless bullcrap again, Edna will jab him. She holds up her umbrella, its shade covering the both of them.]

Together.

[sylphystia]

[He's actually expecting to be hit, and sorta braces himself inwardly, but then the jab never comes. Lady Edna has shown him mercy on this day.

-- Actually, take that back, she's as ruthless as ever. There's a wince in his expression, but he doesn't argue; she has every right to think he's a weakling who can't do anything by himself. Still, he had saved Rose, and so while he regrets dying... he still doesn't regret the outcome.

The sun is no longer blaring down on his jacket. It takes him a moment to realize that she is shading him. He obliges by ducking his head a little bit, so he doesn't walk right into the umbrella and trip them both up.]

... Together, [he says finally. Of course it would be up to them. Sorey and Mikleo are too innocent to ever consider a backup plan like this.]