SEPTEMBER TEST DRIVE

[thespaceopera]

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!

Helpful Info for Ideas!:

September's Star System

Game Details

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

Comments

[collegedropout]

[Sam stares at Dean from behind the bar he's currently tending, scrubbing a glass clean.

He would say he's surprised, but that'd be lying, y'know?]

... You know, maybe you should open your horizons and get out more.

Embrace change, and all that.

[#the hippy brother]

[sonuvableep]

[Dean has another moment. Okay maybe several. Million. He places both his hands on the bar and leans in to hiss.]

Sammy? [Shut up. He's allowed to have a shitfit and he's gonna have it right the crap now.] Dude, what the friggin hell?!

[He turns his head a little and gives Sam a long look.]

Open my horizons. Open my-- [You know what? Sam can shove those horizons up his--]

We. Are. In. Space.

[collegedropout]

... Yeaaaah. We sure are...

[And yet. Sam is just cleaning a cup, looking entirely alright with the situation. When Dean had shown up in the first place he knew it'd be rough -- but you know, he keeps forgetting Dean hasn't already been to other universes... kinda. Sure, they've done some time travel and alternate universes, but to be suddenly somewhere other than Earth entirely? That's a lot to take in, when you just suddenly wake up here.]

I mean... is it really that crazy? I know we weren't into the idea of aliens, but...

[He's entirely unhelpful right now.

But he's making you a drink, so shut up.]

[sonuvableep]

[Dean leans back, less fish against the glass but definitely still boggled and just gives Sam a screw you look. As if angels and Chuck weren't enough.]

No. No. Not crazy at all considering we are in a tin can floating in a massive vacuum and Baby is gone. I mean-- [Oh crap. He's just realising, like the flaming bullshit he'd smelled when he woke up, the worst news yet.]

Man.

[He gestures vaguely, everywhere, and then his hands are planted on the bar again. This is unforgivable.

Yeah, so. His voice gets a little high.

More than a little.]

Aliens stole Baby, Sammy.

[collegedropout]

A - Aliens did not steal your Baby, dude.

[He sputters, slapping a hand to his forehead. Of course.]

Baby is back home, safe and sound.

[An oh so thoughtful and supportive pause.]

... You on the other hand, uh. Definitely stolen.

[sonuvableep]

I just washed her t--

[He stops and eyes his brother for awhile before relief finally settles in. Dean sits there for a little while longer, giving Sam a silent but weighty look before he looks serious and shakes his head.]

Tell me there are absolutely no butt probes involved in th-this getting stolen crap. That is a no-go.

[collegedropout]

[Sam rubs a hand over his face.]

Dean.

[What does he even say to that? Jeez. He just slides another glass over to his brother without looking up.]

Dean Winchester, perpetual 15-year-old

[sonuvableep]

[Dean and that glass, man. He doesn't even pause before he's knocking that back like it's water. But he's making stupid faces at his brother, anyway, because they're trapped in a tin can in space and this is so stupidly absurd he'd rather be drowning in a vat of whiskey right now.

Anyway. Something has to stay the same or he's gonna explode and Dean's bringing his jerkface A-game to the table.]

What? [His face is the picture of innocence but he ruins it with a smirk.] That's like Alien 101, man. Little green men, butt probes, and like...chips in your--

[His fingers search around his head and go still as his eyes go wide enough for a full-service tea party.]

Sammy. What the crap is in my head? [He goes quiet and then his expression hits table flipping apocalypse.]

Son of a bitch, did they mind probe me?!

[collegedropout]

What? No. Nobody's probing anybody.

And that's an augment; it's how we all know what we do about the tech. And also how you're able to talk to people who don't speak 21st century English.

[sonuvableep]

...it's in my head, dude, totally counts. I don't care if I can suddenly speak Swahili. That crap ain't right and this is not the Matrix, Neo.

[ He nudges it and then gives it a tentative scratch.]

How do I get if off?

[collegedropout]

You don't.

[Because the last time you tried, you almost bled out, and he had to drag your stupid fricking body to medical to make sure you don't die. But he's not gonna spring that shit on you when your mind's been wiped of memory, or you're from an minorly alternate universe, or something. Instead he shakes his head and sighs.]

If you do, you're pretty much screwing yourself over.

Also, there's a lot of blood.

[sonuvableep]

Sounds like my kinda gig.

[He's joking. Mostly. Dean absently scratches at the augment despite the warning.]

Man, it just. Ugh. [He practically writhes in the jeebus jeebus it's giving him. He looks vaguely around and makes a face.]

Man. Use a damn microchip thing or...something. Don't shove junk up in my head and leave it sticking out. C'mon, asshats. Get your space-age crap together.