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Fall Test Drive!

THE FALL TEST DRIVE MEME
(Or Spring 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!

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

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_{[ That should really be one of Star Fleet's recruitment slogans.
They'd surely attract quite the new array of cadets. Also it would be fair
warning. But that wasn't the point here. The point was that despite
stumbling upon a wild Bones in the backwoods of nowhere and potentially
being stalked by rodents of an unusual size, he was being blamed for the
situation. Deadpan replaced shock, throwing his eyes heavenward for a
moment. ]}

Why do you assume this is any of my doing?

_{[ He might be huffing a little, but he's still walking towards the
doctor with the full intention of hugging him til he went a touch blue.
]}

Because it usually-- [...is. Uh, Jim, are you hugging him? Why is there hugging happening? Bones goes absolutely rigid for a full second before somewhat awkwardly returning the hug.

Things he had not expected, really.] Uh... you all right?

_{[ Yes, Bones, he's hugging you. He's hugging you and you're going to
like it, or not, he doesn't care, because he's not letting go just yet. It
takes him a good few second and a slap on the back before he lets go, his
smile a mix of joy, relief, and disappointment in one. ]}

Yeah, yeah I'm great. I just - I wasn't expecting you here, in the Fleet.

How long have you been here?

_{[ And now it was his turn to glare. It wasn't on the same level as
yours, Bones, but it's quite suitable even though it's tempered by the
flush of that previous smile. ]}

[That's quite an expression, Jim. McCoy cants his head to the side a bit, then shakes his head. Fine, whatever you say. He's not going to get into it.]

Few days? I dunno. I lost track a bit. [Don't glare at him. He's a better glarer than you'll ever be.] If I'd known you were around, I would have sent a message.

_{[ He splutters. Yes, actually sputters. ]}

Three days?! Three days and you don't check the rosters or even make a note on the network?

_{[ He reached out and smacked his shoulder. ]}

That's bad form, doc.

_{[ He sighed, but it turned into a warm, genuine Kirk smile. ]}

But I'm glad you're here. I actually started missing you.

[Nice to know he can still reduce his captain to sputtering.]

How was I supposed to know you were around? [Rosters. Yes, he knows. Shut up.] I was tryin' to figure out what the hell was going on.

[Because he was supposed to be at Yorktown, finally able to take a goddamn breath after Altamid so he's just this side of paranoid about it all, okay? Okay.]

Don't say that. You missing me means things are worse than I wanna think about.

So are the rest of us, mostly. They say we're on a reality show, but I think that's a bunch of bullshit myself.

_{[ Opinion seemed to be split either way, but he definitely thought
this was some sort of illegal and highly unethical experiment. ]}

Of course I'd miss you. I haven't heard you growl at me in six months. It's weird not having you demand I come in for a physical every other week, or threaten me with a hypo. It's the little things, Bones.

[McCoy shakes his head slowly. He's firmly in the 'bullshit' camp himself, all things considered. Probably won't stop him from yelling at imaginary cameras now and again.]

Six months. [Time shenanigans. Those are the worst.] Ah, hell. [How much hate does he have for Time Issues? It's written all over his face.]

_{[ You do that, Bones. Kirk shall live vicariously through you to that end. ]}

More or less. And then I went to sleep for two weeks and spent three years back on the Enterprise and the -

_{[ He paused and looked at him, as if trying to gauge his age and experiences through his looks alone. ]}

What's the last thing you remember before waking up on the Marsiva?

[Sleep for two weeks. Three years on the Enterprise.

Judging by the look on McCoy's face, none of that is clearing anything up, so while Jim looks for whatever clues might be in his expression, McCoy stares right back.]

I landed [read: wrecked again] that deathtrap I was flying in Yorktown.

[He's really hoping that's familiar to Jim. Really hoping.]

_{[ Yeah, it was weird for him too, and he's probably less happy about it than you are. In fact, definitely less happy than you are.

His shoulders relax visibly when the other mentions that, letting out a relieved laugh. ]}

Last thing I remembered before waking up was a few days after that birthday party you threw me in Yorktown - after you landed the deathtrap.

[Bones presses his lips together, nods once, and shrugs one shoulder. There's a sense of odd relief that washes through him when he realizes that Jim remembers (almost) all the same things he does, because the very last thing he wants to deal with is another time-energy-space issue.]

Good to know I was able pull that together. Getting stranded on that damn planet put a damper in those plans.

[Yeah, Mr. Sensitive over here had been planning that get-together before even setting eyes on Yorktown.]

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_{[ Get ready for some fun, then, Bones, because there's another Fleet
member here - a future Fleet member. Thankfully it wasn't all that
difficult to avoid talking about the Fleet and thus the future. For now,
though, Kirk stepped in again and clasped Bones' arm in a more masculine
hello and nodded his head up the path. ]}

Come on, I can fill you in on what's been happening here since I arrived and introduce you to my friends. Oh, and to my crew. You must have gotten a ship assignment if you're off the Marsiva.

And if you have questions I'll try to answer, but fair warning - essentially no one has the answers to the questions you are likely going to ask.

[Yeah, that'll be a fun conversation. Can they save that one to have over drinks? Lots of drinks, preferably.

He nods slowly, worrying at his lip for a second before answering.] 'I don't know' seems to be a recurring theme around here.

_{[ He nodded, clearly disliking admitting that. But it was the truth,
aggravating as it was, and Bones was the last person he'd lie to about
something like that. He was sure Bones would share his frustration,
probably have better words to describe it too. ]}

Yeah and not in the way we like it back home.

_{[ He sighed and patted Bones again, as if still trying to assure
himself that the man was actually here. ]}

We can go to Crowleys bar up on the Fleet. He's got the good stuff, and then I'll give you the grand tour. Hint: most of the fun stuff is on the Iskaulit.

[He snorts.] Some of us aren't exactly fond of it back home either. [He's not quite the explorer you are, Jim. You know that.]

Thank God, there's a bar. I might survive this thing.

Come on Bones, you must be in it for more than the opportunity to be as far away from your ex as possible.

_{[ He thinks you like the challenge and the discovery and making the
other biologists and medics back on Earth pull their hair out. ]}

We've all been brought here against our wills and are likely being experimented on and are definitely spied upon 24/7. Of course there's a bar, Bones.

Nope. 'S all about the ex.

[He's a liar, but Jim already knows that.]

No recourse but drinking, huh?

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