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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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[Jinx b;liked away slowly, coming to herself with a yawn and a shiver.

Holy monkey it was cold in here! What... is going on? Where had her appropriately placed blankets gone? Huh?

...And why did it smell like... nothing? At all... Or... was that? Hm...

She got up and tip tip tip-toed her way over to the door way, poking her head out and around a corner, trying to get her bearings.]

1 • "this looks useful - let's put it in the basket!" [ planet - forest outskirts ]
[ Escha is incredibly wary of going out into the forest alone, but she can't pass up the opportunity to gather materials that she's never seen before - new planet, new things to learn, new items to synthesize! Well... if she ever gets a cauldron - can't do her alchemy without a cauldron, right? Until then, she'll just stock up!

Well... She'll try to. She's not very far at all into the woods from where she's landed her shuttle - in fact, you can still see it in the clearing off in the distance - and she doesn't see too many familiar plants. yet... ]

This.. might be wind flower? Hmm... Oh, but I know this is bitter grass! Okay, might as well take some of both!

[ And with a smile, she plucks a little bit of both, and stuffs them into a box she's managed to salvage from the ship. Consider it a makeshift basket... ]

2 • "time for a snack!" [ network post - text - OPEN ]
Hello! I was wondering - does anyone have any apples? I grew up on an orchard back home, where the whole town was famous for its delicious apples, so I miss them a whole lot.

I'll pay you, of course! Or we can trade for something! I have a lot of ingredients and materials for things, or if you're looking for something - anything at all! - I might be able to find it, or at least something similar. I'm pretty good at things like that!

Thank you for your time!

3 • "but i used the right ingredients..." [ the cargo bay of ANY ship! (assumed assignment) ]
[ Escha has no real cauldron, and is also not at all used to working with any of the materials she's found on the planet, and also is not yet used to how these things ~feel~ in a place so new...

Soooo needless to say, when she attempts to make a simple medicine that she knows the recipe for by heart, using weird ingredients and a large mixing bowl instead of a cauldron, it all goes wrong. Very wrong. Who knew these materials mixed in this way way would cause such a quick exothermic reaction, heating the bowl until it was too hot for poor Escha to handle? ]

Aah--!

[ The bowl clatters onto the floor, and Escha shakes her hand a few times before glancing it over - she probably burned herself, but it'll take a second to show up, she's sure. Then, she looks forlornly to the floor, and her spilled attempt at making medicine. She sighs heavily. ]

Aww... I guess it's not going to be that easy to get going after all, huh?

[ She bites her lip, then calls out, a little sheepish, to anyone within earshot: ]

Excuse me! Sorry, um, where are the cleaning things? I really need to clean up the mess I just made...

Edited 2016-10-07 22:06 (UTC)

A new ship and way of life was par for course in the life of a Jedi. Even {especially} for the son of a prominent political figure. Ben took some time to gather his nerves and hide them away, leaning heavily on meditation and the Force. He drew on all he'd been learning and all his experiences thus far to hold a neutral mien as he explored the ship he'd been assigned. Familiarize oneself to the situation and surroundings could only help.

He heard about a planet just on the outside edge of shuttle distance and the distress signal, of course he had to go. After gathering supplies from way stations and as much information as he could gain, either through subtle use of the Force, or pure luck of being in the right place at the right time.

The shuttle ride itself was dull until the end, but he managed to hold on until landing. After that was just a matter of trekking through woods, eyeing the trees, and trying to keep learning as much as he could along the way.

{OOC: Feel free to run into Ben at any point along his way! Can be on one of the ships of the Fleet, a way station, on the shuttle ride, or somewhere on the planet. He's dressed as a Jedi, so dark brown hooded robe that is almost black and matching tunic, belt, pants, and boots. Thankfully no lightsaber.}

Edited 2016-10-07 23:34 (UTC)

the fleet: cheers, love!

[ On the upside, this isn't Talon's doing. On the downside, she has no idea who or what the Atroma are. Dealing with something she knows would be nice, but dealing with someone that (probably) doesn't have an undead shotgun-wielding ex-soldier is also pretty nice. Lena, being who she is, prefers to look on the bright side.

And look through every nook and cranny of the cockpit of every ship. She might not be a pilot anymore, but she'll always be an enthusiast. Lena pokes her head out from under one of the pilot's stations. When she was a pilot, she prided herself on her ability to fly anything. But these ships leave her flummoxed. ]

This must be the thrust lever... wait, no. Why would it go sideways?

[ She's sighing to herself as she looks over the instruments. Don't worry, she's not fiddling with anything. Lena might be an enthusiast, but she's hung up her flight suit. ]

waystation: taking out the trash

[ These smugglers picked the wrong person to mess with.

Even though this isn't Earth, Lena is determined to carry on the good fight. And these guys are providing weapons to local gangs and warlords passing through. Their base of operations is in a suitably shady-looking warehouse on one of the far edges of the waystation. She'd tailed a few of them for several sectors.

Too bad one of their friends showed up and spotted her.

It's not ideal but she's ready to fight, even without her pistols. Lena starts zipping around, catching them off guard and making them waste their ammo. One drops his weapon and tries to run off. Lena can't chase him, though, as she's too busy trying not to get shot. ]

Come on, loves, you can do better than that!

forest: the lone adventurer

[ A mysterious forest? Sign her up! Lena zips her way around at first, but the beauty and mystery of the forest makes her slow down so she can take it in. Her face lights up with wonder at the intricate fungi structures. ]

Wish I brought a camera. Winston would love to see this.

[ She travels further into the forest until her chronal accelerator is the only light. It casts an eerie blue glow on her and makes her a pretty big target to those who might do harm. ]

I see why the locals don't come here-- somethin's spooky about this place.

wildcard

( come at me, bros )

[Furiosa had been trailing them as well, if for entirely different reasons; she wanted some of that armory. It's a Wastelanders' instinct that you can never have enough guns, and there are still some empty spaces in the bulkheads and under counters and tucked between walls that Furiosa can stash a few more.]

[She hadn't been aware of Lena until the moment after the smugglers. She opts to stay under cover and watch as things unfold, but the moment someone drops a weapon? She's running out and grabbing it up, taking a knee, and popping off as many of the smugglers as she has ammunition for.]

[Looks like you've got an impromptu partner, Lena.]

He wasn't sure why he had decided to come outside but he was already regretting it. The planet reminded him of Endor and he wouldn't be surprised if they were suddenly ambushed by Ewoks.

Now that he had done as much exploring as he cared to do, Hux decided that it was time to return to the ship. He swatted at a bug coming near him with a frown but he stopped short when he saw what was an unfortunately familiar face.

"Are you playing dress up now?" He took in Ren's appearance, raising his eyebrows. "Don't you look like such a proper Jedi but it's really not that convincing," he pointed out with a frown. "You look ridiculous."

[ A little extra gunfire doesn't register as any more than a warning to keep dodging. She's about to zip away for something to bind them up with when she hears the pop-pop-pop of a gun that's not pointed at her. The men fall and she stops, stunned.

Instead of sounding grateful, Lena sounds irritated. ]

I had it under control! You didn't hafta kill them!

[ It's not that she hasn't shot anyone before but she tries very hard not to unless she must. And she didn't have to. Right? ]

➜ forest

[ this has not been an ideal day.

some would say that regina mills, former evil queen, still madam mayor, is at times prone to anger management issues when push comes to shove, especially if that involves her separation from her son. among the things she had realized since she came here, aside of the fact that some of her magic was changed, taken, that she had brand new knowledge that she cared nothing about and that someone is going to pay for this - was that henry was not present.

it had turned into a conflict. this new world she has been tossed into is not a place for a child ( and yet she had seen children out and about, which only served to invoke more of her anger ) but her being here means that henry is necessarily without her and while she trusted emma to take care of their son, she still hated this.

most people show their righteous fury by a good shouting match or a glass thrown at a mirror, both those things she had done in the past and yet there is one thing even more satisfying.

an odd view today, an elegantly dressed woman with a fireball in her hand and in a second, the nearest tree bursts to flames.

a smile. ah. slightly better. ]

➜ kitchen ( any ship )

[ the food is a disgrace.

nevermind that it doesn't fit a queen, it doesn't fit a mayor, it doesn't even fit snow's blasted blue birds. there is a dark mutter of what the hell is this as she lifts one of the bottles of cheese-flavored-goo before tossing it aside. ]

No.

[ firmly, there is no question there and she holds a hand above it, trying to magic it into a solid form. ]

Could be rat's dung for all that I know.

➜ wildcard

[ for anything and all else ]

Ewoks were the least of any concern, but Ben couldn't feel any familiar lifeform around - aside from various other passengers of the Fleet.

It was on the way in that Ben found a vaguely familiar face. Drawing on the Force, he searched his memory for a name. A General of the First Order. A...General Hux, he didn't believe a first name had ever been given.

Dress up? He frowned, confusion swiftly hidden. "I admit there are certain items missing," his lightsaber was a glaring absence, though was one he did his best to feign comfort in any situation. His former Master would not be pleased he'd let it get out of his hands again.

"I did not feel the uniform provided would be suitable for this exploration."

[ Ember has never been so happy she leveled up her Gathering skill. There are a lot of plants here, that means a lot of different materials. She's grabbing plants, leaves, mushrooms, grasses, everything, before they disappear into her inventory with a small flash of blue light.

She pauses as she reaches for a flower when she realizes somebody else is also reaching for it. ]

Ahh, sorry. That one's yours.

You're collecting the plants around here, too?

[ She's never seen anybody else actually, well, gathering. Although given the box full of plants this other girl's carrying around, so it looks like she's not the kind of alchemist that Ember is, at the very least... ]

[Furiosa isn't exactly looking for a thank you fruit basket, but she is a little confused by the woman's tone. She begins policing the firearms from the corpses, taking the ones with straps and slinging them over her good shoulder. She didn't seem too concerned with the carnage.]

I did if I wanted to live. [She picks up a pistol and tosses it over to Lena.] Don't think they were going to let you go so easily.

"Is this some kind of joke to you? Playing Jedi and trying to infiltrate the ranks of the enemy?" Hux already had enough to deal with and he really didn't want to clean up this mess. He felt a familiar headache between his eyes as he clasped his hands tightly behind his back, hands clenched tightly.

"I suggest you rid yourself of that...costume and make yourself useful," he suggested in an even tone, nothing in his expression indicated that he was at all amused by Ren's antics. "You've reminded me plenty of times that you aren't under my command and don't have to follow my orders but I won't indulge you with this...plan of yours. It's not going to accomplish anything here."

[ She catches the pistol easily, checking it over without really thinking. Loaded, in good repair. ]

And why's that?

[ Aside from them being part of one of the more ruthless gangs. ]

[ Escha pauses at the same moment, and she's just about to say that the other girl can take it, but--! ]

Oh! If you're sure - thank you!

[ She carefully plucks the flower, expertly tucks it away in her box! It doesn't poof into an inventory, unfortunately - magical basket didn't get to come with her. Alas. ]

I am! It's so exciting seeing all of the new materials to gather here... And I didn't expect to find someone else gathering!

A flicker of dread slid down Ben's spine. He'd heard stories. Not all who were brought to the Fleet were from the same timelines, or even the same universes. Was Hux from his future?

He needed more information. For now, he felt - hoped - it would be best to play along. And doing so meant following the impression that Hux thought very little of him. He would not admit even to himself how that rankled.

"You do not have to go along with it as long as you do not interfere. I think it will be of great benefit."

Yeah, no kidding. I tried using some of those gels from the kitchen for alchemy, it.... It didn't turn out too great.

So what are you gathering all of that stuff for?

[ She peers into Escha's basket... box.... boxket. ]

[She arches her brows at Lena as if it would be obvious.] What do they have to gain from leaving you alive? You've seen their lair; that's not a secret they're going to want getting out.

[She heads over to one of the boxes, grabs a nearby crowbar, and pries the lid off. She's shopping around, taking a look at the merchandise.]

Hux stepped up closer to Ren, eyes narrowed. "There are only three of us from the First Order here. I understand you don't want to be ordered around but I won't have you compromising our position here. If you decide to act in a way that tarnishes the First Order or weakens our position you are entirely on your own," he said quietly, anger in every word he spoke.

He had always hated it when Ren had just told him not to get in the way as if he was some lowly officer there to be ordered around. He had never tolerated it and he wasn't about to start to.

He really hoped that this was some kind of plan, that Ren was just pretending. The alternative was disturbing.

Oh wow, you actually tried it? I was too afraid, they looked so strange, I didn't even know where to start--

[ Hooold up. ]

Wait! You're an alchemist too? That's amazing!

[ Which also answers the question of why she's putting anything and everything into her not!basket. ]

[ Lena huffs. She doesn't have a follow-up to that. Usually Winston is the one to point that out-- he keeps her grounded before missions. It's only been a day and a half and she already misses having him around.

Furiosa prying into the boxes gets her attention. ]

Oi, what're you doing?

Ben raised his chin, lips thinning as he stood straight. So few? That was good. Except for the fact it implied he himself was a member.

"What I do is my own business. It should not adversely affect you and I expect no help." Being on his own with no ally was and wasn't a new thing for him, though others would claim they were on his side and had his best interest in mind.

Hux would just have to get used to it. Ben had little intention of obeying him. "It was not I who stormed over to throw a fit."

This time. He worked on his anger daily. It was a long, continuous battle with no clear winner in sight.

into the woods;
[ The abrupt change in scenery and time has been jarring for Nasrin. The world she has been used to turns on its axis and dips out into nothing, and she finds herself elsewhere, alone, and no longer as she once was. Her garb, of course, stands out: she has not yet seen fit to change outfits from her days among others in the Drabwurld, and her left arm remains hidden always by the half-shroud she wears. But perhaps she is an at advantage as they scour the woods of this new planet, a place that makes her feel more alive than she has in the few days she has been on the ship. The grass beneath her bare feet makes her feel energized, bright with revitalized power, and there is a spring in her step as she walks with her group, even if she is among strangers.

Some part of her likens their journey as she might have with her clan, were she still First. She does not lead as she might have but she is also unafraid of keeping watch or tending to any who appear lost or ill at ease in the woods, or who are not so magically inclined. Worse yet, there are no animals to hunt, and as the canopy of trees thickens, it becomes less easy to see. ]

We might want to find some kind of shelter before it gets too dark. [ A pause, thoughtful. ] This is no ordinary forest. We should be careful.

[ Why does it feel as if they're being watched? ]

the waystations;
[ She knows so few people that traveling alone, while unwise, is not something she is afraid of doing. Nasrin would never admit to being shy, and she certainly isn't, but recent events in Thedas have made her quiet, more withdrawn, contemplative. She has lost so much - back home, in the Drabwurld - that the prospect of making more friends after so long is a daunting task.

So it's really no surprise that being alone has great disadvantages when people make a living off of kidnapping.

And it also comes as no surprise that Nasrin's way of defending herself is flashy.

Magic streams forth like a beacon from her location, shocks of electricity and fire that easily beckon onlookers and, hopefully, some assistance. She fights one-handed for the moment, staff gripped tightly, and the magic within the weapon sends cracks of flames spitting through her flesh, as if she is made of fire herself. That's enough of an intimidation tactic to get a few people to back off. Others will risk it, and they're finding themselves facing down a barrage of magic on all sides.

She can't keep this up on her own, though. Join in? ]

wildcard;
[ ANYTHING AND EVERYTHING ELSE. ]

[ A: SHIP REDECORATION ]

[ Well, congratulations to whichever ship has gotten the new girl! She's spent the last hour redecorating the ship. Where did she even get that lacy pink tablecloth that fits over the table? Or those pink ribbons to lace the walls? What about those pink welcome mats outside placed outside the bedroom(s)? Who knows.

She is sitting on a kitchen counter, swinging her legs and drinking a... something blue and glowing.... looking pleased with her work at making the ship 100% more lacy and 200% more pink. ]

[ B: GATHERING IS GO ]

All right, if I can gather 20 of each item type... what qualifies as item types in the real world... [ She's muttering to herself in the forest. Right on the edge, really. The ship she rode in on? Right there. She hasn't gone too far in.

She's plucking items as she mutters to herself. Flowers, grasses, leaves. Anything she can think of.

She plucks a branch off a tree. The branch disappears in a soft blue light.... and then a handful of leaves reappear in the same blue light, falling to the forest floor. The girl frowns. ] Well. I guess leaves count, even if they're on a branch...

[ C: WAYSTATION FASHION ]

[ Aboard the waystation, there's a girl in a frilly dress checking out.....

Fashion accessories.

Or rather, a small trading post set up with a collection of various goggles, belts, packs, etc. She looks them over, examining each with a critical eye. ]

Okay, look, if you're going for the full steampunk look... you've got to use brass. Copper doesn't cut it. And rusted iron definitely doesn't.

[ There's a soft blue flash and a pair of brass goggles with dark, blue-tinted glass appears in a hand. ] See these? Level 75, they drop only from the third mid-boss of the Abyssal Air Fleet. See how the brass contrasts nicely with the glass, but matches with the leather in the-

[ Her speech is paused when somebody rushed by and snatches them out of her hands. ] AH-! HEY, COME BACK HERE WITH THOSE! Orion will kill me!

[ D: WILDCARD ]

[ ANYTHING GOES! Invent a scenario! Do it losers!!!!1 ]

Edited 2016-10-08 00:49 (UTC)

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