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

Game Details

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

Comments

[servantnotserving]

[There are a few things in the world that Lumiére would rather avoid. Commitment, raging fires, Cogsworth. Right now, he's adding massive bodies of water to that list too. It's not that he'd come to much harm if he got wet, but it's not exactly easy to swim when you don't have legs. He's not about to try, either. No thank you.

Instead, he opts to stay in his ship, happily shuffling around the kitchen, setting the table- a task much easier when the cutlery can set itself, honestly. But he puts in a valiant effort all the same. Just because people are in space doesn't mean they can't have some fancy place settings while they eat. They're not animals. If you happen to pass by him on his task, he'll wave you over with a little candle arm. ]

Just a moment of your time, mon ami!

[tempredmental]

[Keith was pretty sure he hadn't seen anyone inside that room when he initially walked past. Though, a candlestick was a bit odd on a futuristic ship with electric lighting, he hadn't initially questioned that part.

He slowly backed up to see who had been speaking with him.]

Hello?

[Still no one... no humanoid, anyway.]

[servantnotserving]

[Lumiére bounces up a little waving his arms a little more. Honestly, his life would be considerably easier if the curse had made him at least human sized (or, you know, not cursed him at all, that would have been great) at least he'd be more visible. ]

Over here! I need some help setting the plates.

[tempredmental]

[Keith narrowed his eyes, walking in slowly when he noticed the candlestick bouncing up and down.]

You're... talking...

[And it has a face? Keith has seen a lot of weird stuff recently, but this really kind of took the cake.]

[servantnotserving]

Mais qui! I talk, I sing, I do tricks.

[There's only about 10% salt in his words, he's affable enough to deal with people's general confusion about sentient furniture. ]

But right now, I'm setting the table. So a little help with the plates, please?

[tempredmental]

Uh... okay.

[Keith was still a little weirded out by this. He'd met living rocks, so, really, a talking candlestick really wasn't much more of a stretch, right? He hoped.]

Plates, right?

[He went to go grab some.]

So, you probably get this a lot, but... how is it you can talk?

[servantnotserving]

Plates. Just here, here and here. Thank you!

[He'll direct with a wave of his candlestick arms like he's landing an airplane. ]

Candelabras don't talk where you come from?

[He's joking, he's absolutely joking. Probably.]

I, my friend, am the unfortunate result of a curse.

[A curse made because of someone else's actions, which is quite frankly, really rude but there you go. ]

[tempredmental]

Yeah, sure.

[Keith put the plates where indicated as they talked.

He gave him a quirked eyebrow for a moment, and then shook his head.]

I mean, I've met some interesting beings lately since leaving Earth, but no... not talking home decorations. Sorry.

[He did give a small smirk, though. He'd caught on about the joke. He might have been joking in return.]

A curse that made talking furniture? Or a curse that made you into talking furniture?

[servantnotserving]

[Lumiére happily goes about rearranging them so they're just so ]

I'm from Earth! France, actually.

[Not that he sees MUCH of France these days. ]

Made me into talking furniture. I used to be human, a long time ago. Maybe, one day again, if I am lucky, no?

[tempredmental]

I don't remember curses that turn humans into talking knickknacks being a thing on Earth.

[He watched him move about, fixing what he'd just done. That was irksome. He frowned a bit.]

Maybe. You might. I don't really know how curses work.

[He eyed the table a little.]

Need anything else?

[servantnotserving]

I'm not sure if she did it to anyone else. Maybe it was just us.

[Sorry Keith, you're not perfect enough. ]

Mine is very specific, and unfortunately none of those specifics are currently here. So, I sit and wait.

[He offers a wide smile.]

That's it for setting the table, but tell me, what's your favourite thing to eat?

[tempredmental]

[Keith frowned a bit.]

Oh. That sounds... I'm sorry.

[That really kind of sucked... being stuck like that and now being here without any possible hope of being human again? Yeah. Keith couldn't help but feel bad about that.]

Favorite? [Keith shrugged.] Really? I'd just take anything that's familiar and from Earth at this point. I've been out in space for a while, and the food's been weird. [Sure, he had some favorites, but he really wasn't picky at this point. Alien cuisine could be a bit to get used to, and it had been a while since he'd had anything resembling Earth food without Hunk experimenting on alien ingredients to make it resemble Earth food. The real thing would be nice.]

[servantnotserving]

[Lumiére gives a little shrug of his not-shoulders. He could very easily angst about his potentially terminal inanimate-state, but where would that get him? Nowhere, that's where. ]

It is what it is, mon ami. I just try to make the best of it.

[After a decade of it, he's learned he hasn't really got much of a choice. He hops across to the cabinets, showing surprising dexterity for someone without feet- peering at the food replicator.]

I'm sure I saw something chicken flavoured on here. [Not real food, but it's not like he can REALLY cook anyway. ] Perhaps some Coq Au Vin?

Every time I see the username, I start thinking of that phrase in the song. LOL

[tempredmental]

[Keith just nodded at that point, letting it drop. He watched for a moment, and then walked over to the replicator as well to look it over, listening as the candle mused out loud.]

Some what?

[He looked over, a little confused. Keith was a little unfamiliar with French cuisine.]

then my work here is done B)

[servantnotserving]

[This is his life now. A life filled with people who don't know GOOD food if it came up and bit them. It's a deep tragedy that he intends to fix. ]

Chicken, wine, lardons and mushrooms. [He puts a candle hand to his lips, giving a soft 'mwha!' noise. ] It is delicious!

XD

[tempredmental]

[Keith narrowed his eyes a little.]

What's a 'lardon'? [And he totally said that with a horribly non-French pronunciation. Like... "LARD-on"...]

[servantnotserving]

[At least Lumiére doesn't seem overly bothered by the butchering of his native tongue. Or maybe he does and he's just really good at faking it. ]

It's fat! Trimmed and put in to cook with the meat.

[So. Technically. Lard. On.]

[stefanged]

[Was it dinnertime already? Stefan hadn't even noticed - he had buried himself in the lab all day - but he supposes he could lend a hand. Rolling up his sleeves, he approaches Lumiere and reaches for some of those (non-self-setting) utensils.]

Of course. [He wordlessly holds up some forks and knives, as if to ask where they'd go.] You're uh - you're our new crewmate, right?

[servantnotserving]

[Lumiére happily directs each place, they're going to eat like royalty tonight and that is that. He may not have Cogsworth's general attention to pathetically specific detail, but he sure knows how to set a dinner table. ]

Qui! I arrived today. I'm Lumiére, it's a pleasure~

[dim_bulb]

[Nevermind the random passer-by that might have not heard Lumiére, there's yet another voice from an unexpected location. A lamp up on a high shelf. What's a lamp doing in the kitchen? Who knows.]

Hey! What are you doing? A person might see you.

[servantnotserving]

[Electricity isn't something Lumiére was all that familiar with back home. But he's got a basic idea of it since being here. So Lampy isn't completely befuddling to him in basic concept at least. Still, this fellow absolutely wasn't from the castle, so he had to draw the conclusion that the Enchantress was still knocking about and still turning innocent people into inanimate objects.

He gives a small, nervous laugh. ]

That is the whole idea, mon ami. I need someone to see me to pick up the plates. As you no doubt know, it's not easy when you don't have thumbs.

[Or...you know, hands in general. ]

[dim_bulb]

Thumbs?

[Lampy stares at his plug for a moment, perplexed, his cord coiling about for a moment in the general shape of a thumbs up hand.]

I mean...I guess, but I still don't see why you need plates.

[servantnotserving]

That is a very clever trick!

[The hell is that cord about, wow, he wishes he could do that. Lucky. ]

To put out dinner for the rest of the crew, of course. I'm not about to let them go without a proper evening meal.

[touchallthebooks]

[Okay Khadgar has seen plenty of items enchanted before, completing tasks to save mages times and all, but a walking talking candelabra? Setting the table? He's seen strange things but this takes the cake and the young mage has to stop for a moment, mouth open and gawking, and stare. Before brushing a hand through his hair.

He'd just come in here to grab a sandwich before going back to reading. That's all he wanted. As the saying went though: "Curiosity killed the cat, but satisfaction brought him back." Khadgar is that cat.]

Ah.... yeah, sure. Did you need a hand?

[KHADGAR NO]

[servantnotserving]

[KHADGAR THAT'S RACIST.

Nah, it's cool. Lumiére beams up happily, nodding enthusiastically.]

If you do not mind, monsieur! I could use some help getting the plates in place.