SPRING TEST DRIVE

[thespaceopera]

THE SPRING TEST DRIVE MEME
(Or Fall 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!:

March's Star System

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

Comments

[tempredmental]

[Keith flinched a little. The way he said that sounded an awful lot like, "my cooking is now terrible" and he was suddenly worried.]

Uhh... I can try to help?

[He wasn't a hobbiest gourmand like Hunk, but he could cook something edible, at least.]

[airily]

[ The problem is that Eizen being back here, like this, is going to be more than painful. Zaveid had done his best to work through what he had done with Eizen, how hard he had fought and how desperately he had tried to make things good and right between himself and the dragon, but none of it had ever felt close to enough. It had felt as though he was on a timer, desperation clouding every single thing he did and every single move he made and it just didn't work out the way he planned. He ended up getting wrapped up with a Shepherd and Edna and the others and he just...

It's not as though he abandoned Eizen. He never stopped fighting for his friend, for the man who had walked beside him for so long, who had stood up and drunk in malevolence and risen tall enough to devour a Lord of Calamity whole. He had never turned his back on that promise - vengeance that had become a solemn duty over time. It was simply that he had been so desperate for some scrap of hope that he clung to anything he could find, any whisper on the wind... But there was nothing.

He learned it with Theodora and he learned it again with Eizen.

Now he feels a soft hand against his hair and it makes him want to rebel - because he's not a kid that needs comforting, he's not really crying, but he is breaking from the inside out. He's shattering, and Zaveid isn't sure how to keep the pieces of himself together at all. It's almost impossible, and it makes it harder to breathe air that he doesn't necessarily need. He wants to run, to flee to Sorey or Mikleo or Dezel, but he doesn't have the strength and his wind flags around him.

Scoffing, he tries to find some kind of humour, as pathetic as it sounds. ] There's a training room on another ship. I'll beat the crap out of you there. [ Or the other way around; he's sure a punch to the gut would sort them both out. ] Idiot...

[passingthrough]

Good to hear. Have you had dance classes before?

[nonightdriving]

[ It is good for the normally taciturn man's ego that she isn't laughing at his misfortune. He doesn't take it very well on a good day. Today is not that day. At all.]

They won't complain if they know what's good for them. I've been apprised that some of my favorite things are extremely rare commodities on this ship.

[Forget not having Ebony. They don't have coffee on a normal basis.]

Although, I suppose if I had some ginger, garlic and tumeric, I could make a passable curry out of this... whatever it is.

[luxoraculi]

[ Luna hums, lightly drumming her fingers against the surface of the counter. ]

At least you can come up with something... that alone is far more than most of the people residing here can do. But you are correct -- I have found thus far that most food things are rare here. I very much plan on purchasing some planters for my own ship so that we can have fresh vegetables and fruits on hand. If I can get anything to grow, I will gladly give some to you, if you'd like.

[nonightdriving]

Perhaps.

[He didn't trust him, no matter how "helpful" he'd been on their trip. He had unnatural habit of just showing up where he and his friends were. It was disturbing and something that all of the group had agreed on.

So the "getting to know" Ardyn Izunia basically equated to watching him so that he couldn't get near his prince.]

I suppose they put up with it because it's all that they've known. Or they've grown accustomed to subpar ingredients for lack of anything better. For my own part, I don't believe that I will fall into the second category.

[The trials and tribulations of learning to cook at a young age and being a perfectionist.]

[nonightdriving]

[ Moving onto nicer subjects is good. He's still grumpy about the lack of coffee. Caffeine withdrawal is a bitch. Best not to dwell. Especially when she's speaking about things that make sense. ]

I imagine growing things in space must be difficult, since we are missing the same environments that some plants and animals require.

[The corners of his mouth twitch into what could be a brief smile.]

Noctis is probably happy to hear that vegetables are rare. He still isn't fond of them.

[Not that Ignis lets him get away with avoiding them either. Not if he can help it. Even his prince's meat sandwiches have tomatoes and lettuce on them.]

But that is a good idea. I might join you in that endeavour. There's only so much time I can spend cooking for those around me. They don't eat all the time.

[Translation: They eat when Ignis cooks or they have to fend for themselves. He isn't a slave.]

[nonightdriving]

[ And because Ignis is a good friend and used to his prince's moods, he still gives him vegetables in between all the fish, garula steaks and bread. And Gladio's Cup Noodle obsession. ]

Well, it's always good to have such a ready taste tester no matter where I go. It will definitely make things easier for me. But I can't guarantee that the recipes I have in mind for this will be as appetizing as what you're used to, Noct.

[Translation: Get ready for some extreme experimentation. Extreme.]

At least I don't have to worry about being dragged up a volcano for an egg again. For now.

[runawayprince]

Hey - that was one time! And we made it out okay.

[And he inevitably complained how hot it was the whole trek up and the entire way down. Of course it was hot, Noctis, it was a volcano.]

So what are you thinking of making?

[luxoraculi]

[ Poor Ignis... space is not treating him kindly at all. ]

It seems like it. Artificial sunlight goes only so far.

[ But it's a challenge she's willing to accept... if other people can do it, so can they. His smile, as brief as it may be, is something she's still very glad to see. ]

Indeed... although I am not sure what is worse. This gelatinous goop or an actual solid vegetable... perhaps we should ask him.

[ Because that's actually something she's been wondering as well -- in the prince's mind, which is worse: gel goop or an actual, healthy vegetable... ]

The next time we are stationed on a planet, we can go looking for planters and things to put in them together. I'm sure that between the two of us, we will be able to figure it out. Ah, I agree with you. You are not obligated to be available for cooking things constantly.

[ No stove slave duties for you, Iggy. ]

[nonightdriving]

[ Not really, but he'll get over it. Eventually. Maybe. ]

Well, we humans need enough Vitamin D from what sunlight we can get, so I imagine it's much the same for organisms that require sunlight for most of their functions.

[Being raised to be Noctis's advisor has given him a pretty good idea of what he can and can't do. And he does like a challenge, even if he's not as noticeably excited about such things as Gladio or Prompto.]

I'm sure it is the vegetable, knowing him, but he will just have to live with them so long as he behaves the way he does about them. They haven't killed him yet.

[Cooking for his friends is one thing. A ship full of miscreants is not his idea of fun, considering the crap he's been given.]

[nonightdriving]

Yes, it was "okay", if you can avoid the wasps, Prompto being on fire and the wyvern.

[And he'd rather take Noctis's complaining about the heat over Prompto's nearly constant whining during their trip behind the waterfall. Both were annoying, but he was used to the prince's lowkey comments about the situation. It was only when both he and Prompto were complaining at the same time that it became unbearable.]

Perhaps I can substitute this for tofu in one of the recipes I already know and try to make something like the Schnitzel sandwich I already know you enjoy.

[luxoraculi]

[ They just need to find a space coffee house or something... ]

True enough. Still, it is not just the artificial sunlight we have to worry about, but the gravity and environment within these delightful metal walls as well.

[ This time, she can't stop the giggle that escapes at Ignis' response, because... well, it's Noctis. He's probably right. ]

Yes, but it's gel. Not even a true solid mass... how can anyone hate a vegetable compared to that?

[ How did Regis even get him to eat vegetables when he was little. How did Noctis get enough vitamins to get tall..... ]

[morphitudinous]

I think I could handle that. I'm not as good at that kind of thing as most of my friends are, but I've learned.

What are the basics?

[morphitudinous]

...I know to avoid the airlock and the gravity, but is there anything else that. Uh. Isn't precisely standard?

[morphitudinous]

My friends were instructors. I learned some pop, some breakdancing---but neither well enough to really teach it.

Do you expect we'll attend a ball at some point?

[notmutantbutmiracle]

[That sly smile stays fixed to Wanda's expression.]

Maybe the ejector seats?


[She may or may not be messing with him here.]

[passingthrough]

We have once already since I've been here. It was on the poison moon. The only highlight from that moon.

[servantnotserving]

[That's what happens when you don't have hands any more. Sweet lord, he misses hands. ]

If you do not mind, my friend! Perhaps you can taste them for me? And I can tell you what to combine to make a fantastic dish.

[Sorry buddy he needs your hands and taste buds.]

[tempredmental]

[Keith looked dubious, but nodded. Might as well. He was going to have to figure out these gel things anyway. They had to be better than goo, right?]

Okay. Where do you want to start?

[He grabbed one of the packets and looked it over.]

[monolike]

[...okay well Sorey is literally the Worst at being sneaky and playing things close to the vest, so,] I don't think it's right for to not know why, so...just so you're aware, it's my duty back home to purify malevolence. And you're giving off an awful lot.

[searingedgelord]

Yeah, I know.

[It's not like she's not used to it by now, so she sounds pretty unconcerned.

She gives him a closer look now, maybe even floating a little closer when she does. It's really more curious than threatening, though. Even if she is slightly more on guard than she was.]

So, you're some sort of exorcist from the future, huh? I knew Eizen was leaving something out.

[monolike]

[You know, she doesn't seem to be giving off an "I'd like to rip your throat out" vibe, but Maltran had been pretty good at hiding that too. So even though her approach is slow and cautious, he still pulls the water behind him and floats back in kind.]

I guess. Nowadays we're called Shepherds and Squires, but a lot of recorded history has been lost over the centuries.

[servantnotserving]

Try that one. It says it is chicken, but you'll have to taste it to be sure.

[He points at the one in question, then starts rummaging through the others, mumbling to himself as he tries to find the right flavours. ]

[searingedgelord]

[As soon as he says the word Shepherd she makes a face, like she just bit into something sour.]

Shepherds.

[Much of recorded history lost. Except the term Shepherd. Of course. It's like a slap in the face.

Which is probably why Eizen didn't mention it. Though it would have been easier coming from him.

She pulls up short, and floats backward a little herself, putting more space between them. She's clearly more agitated than before, though she's not actually lashing out. She's just. Mad.]

Right. Whatever. Well, the only way to "purify" a daemon was to kill it, right? [That's how it works in her time, anyway.] You planning to take me on?