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

hello!

[fantachetic]

[ So far, it's been rather a blessing not knowing anyone. Sure, he is merely a stand-in until the old woman that smells too much like incense comes back from whatever she's doing, but that doesn't mean he can't charm the masses and feed them mostly-made up palm readings. It's all about delivery, and Dorian tends to have a flair for the dramatic. Perhaps less so than certain people.

People uninterested tend to walk away, so having someone turn around and peg him with that look throws him a bit off his game. He is certainly not gaping that this stranger knows who he is and seems to know a bit about his life. Recovering quickly, Dorian rests his chin in his hand, eyebrow arched. ]

Oh do you?

[wolfehawke]

Oh yes.

[Oh no.

It dawns on Wolfe, entirely too late of course, that really all he knows about Dorian is that he's a member of the Inquisition, is a mortalitasi, is originally from Tevinter, and is surprisingly less than enamored of his homeland than most in the south. That's really not a lot of information to go on, at least not specific enough to fake being psychic.

But he's Hawke, so he'll muddle through his idiotic ploy anyway. (Why did he even decide to do this?)

He puts on an airy tone, something he thinks sounds mystical but really sort of just sounds a bit loony.]

You're from the north of a world called Thedas. Tevinter by name. You don't like it much though. And, uhh... I see zombies, too.

[Nailed it.]

[fantachetic]

[ He listens with rapt attention as this handsome stranger prattles off some vaguely correct facts about himself. They're right enough that this man had to know someone, and this wasn't some sort of divine providence that he may or may not believe in. The smile on his face spreads into something between predatory and amused. Pretty much the same thing in Tevinter, right?

Has anyone invented the slow-clap yet? If not, he may be responsible for that, too. ]

Well done. Now that we've muddled through that, who sent you?

[wolfehawke]

[That gets a chuckle from Adalwolfe. He knows he's awful at playing the charlatan, might as well come clean.]

Actually I'm from Thedas as well, probably a different one from you if you don't recognize me. I'm... friends with Varric.

[That's one way to put it. Sorry old friend but that's how Kirkwall buds do.]

[fantachetic]

'Friends with Varric' is rather an all-encompassing term, isn't it? It's rather hard to decipher who are among the inner circles and who is merely a fan of his works.

I'm afraid I don't recognize you, but as you said, different places. Strange to think about, isn't it? As if time magic weren't complex enough, this leaves one with much to think about.

[ He motions to the empty chair under the canopy of tapestry and silks if Adalwolfe wishes to sit. ]

[wolfehawke]

[There's a moment of hesitation there, brought on by the same thing that's keeping Adalwolfe from seeking out his friends from the fleet readily. Why make new ones when he could easily get whisked away again? Especially someone he recognizes so readily but he knows isn't from his Thedas, if he ever does return. It's too complicated and he doesn't want to dwell on it overmuch other than to hide, but he can't refuse an overt invitation.

He sits down, his easy posture belying none of his internal discomfort.]

Varric wrote me about the time thing. I'd always figured it was possible but the manner in which it manifested there... well, there're some things magic probably actually shouldn't be used to tamper with. And yet here we are, though I haven't been able to figure out if it's magic or this weird technology they use.