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SEPTEMBER 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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September's Star System

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

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[It doesn't even occur to her to be nervous about being led into a secluded alley by a martial artist with Secrets who may or may not have any idea of who she is because it's Matt, but that doesn't mean she's not concerned, either. Because she is, because he clearly knows the name Foggy but doesn't seem to realize it belongs to her.]

Yeah, sure. [Not that he really needed her agreement, given that he's kind of already hustling them on over. She's quiet until they're semi-alone.] What's going on?

You tell me. [He doesn't entirely drop the wounded duck routine, not even when he lets her go and steps back to half-block a potential escape route.] Why're you using that name, what's your angle?

My angle is that it's my name. [And it would probably be easier to verify that fact if her heart-rate wasn't already kind of erratic for reasons that have little to do with whether she's telling the truth or not. The fact that she recognizes he's semi-cutting off her way out of the area doesn't help either--this is Matt, she refuses to be nervous about what he's doing on principle, but it's not a super-comfortable thing to notice, either.] Seriously, you don't - you don't remember me?

[M'kay enough of this shit] I've known Foggy Nelson for years and you are not him. So you're either a liar [unlikely] or you're hopelessly confused.

Well, I've been Foggy Nelson longer than you've known he--wait, did you say him? [What is even happening right now. Is there something she can say that will make this start making sense?] I mean you're not wrong, I am really confused right now.

Yeah, him. Franklin Nelson, in case you were unaware. [Lie detector or not, Matt's going to situate himself on the side of disbelief if someone's going to invoke Foggy's name and identity, especially here, in this whackjob of a place.]

Francine. [So, this is. This is surreal. She's not the one with the freaky powers that let her know when someone isn't telling the truth, but she's pretty sure he believes what he's saying.

Speaking of.] I'm Foggy Nelson. Am I lying?

[That's pretty damn telling, that she'd ask him with so much confidence in her voice.

More than that...her heartbeat doesn't even waver. Her breathing is even, hell, she's not even sweating. She really, honestly believes that she's Foggy Nelson.]

...let's take it from the top. How do you know me?

We met at Columbia Law. I spilled coffee on you in class but was later cleared of all wrongdoing by a jury of peers. [The wording sounds like a joke-slash-story she's told before, but she sounds slightly detached from it, mostly due to the what the hell, I can't believe I have to tell you how we meet issue.]

[Matt's already shaking his head, doing that thing where he rubs his mouth with one hand and rests the other on his hip because things that should come together and make sense aren't. And still, her heartbeat doesn't even waver.] That's not how I met him. We were roommates.

That wasn't... exactly an option. [Not that they haven't shared space before, but, well, Columbia didn't do co-ed rooming.] I probably would've driven you crazy with snoring back then, anyway. [Before he understood that she has many excellent qualities that make up for it.]

[Matt goes a little still.]

...that's why they call him Foggy, [he murmurs. Matthew Murdock does not get spooked, but he does get cagey when things are off. He's even unconsciously given up on the poor blind man act, cane forgotten where it's leaning against the alley wall.]

So you know about Columbia. What was your graduating GPA?

High enough for cum laude. Not as high as yours. [Also, why is her GPA apparently the thing he's trying to use to identify her?] But you were way more responsible about studying than I was.

[Because he's looking for SIMILARITIES c'mon

Matthew huffs out a breath at that; everybody in their major knew that, it wouldn't be difficult to find out. Of course, Foggy had also touted his GPA around like a prize pony, so maybe that wasn't the best question either.]

...I don't know what's going on here, but our lives aren't the same. So whoever you're looking for? Not me.

[Yeah, that's the best bet, head this off at the pass. He can't just- if by some miracle she's not some kind of sleeper agent plant, the fact remains that she's not his Foggy, and he can't entertain the idea that they might be one in the same. Too many problems there.]

[Well, that--stings more to hear than she would have thought it would. Opens up a couple wounds she'd thought were starting to close after she found out Matt was Daredevil.] Newsflash, Matt! None of this is anything I was looking for! I'm on another planet, and there's a thing in my skull with a direct line to my brain and I pretty much had a nervous breakdown when I tried to think about whether or not it was possible to get it out, and-- [Okay, that's veering a little too hysterical, especially in front of a guy pretty much telling her he's disavowing any link they have, however weird it is.]

You know what, you're right. You're not who I thought you were. [The hell do I know about Matt Murdock? echoes meanly in her thoughts, but she doesn't say it this time. She just starts walking and aims for the alley's opening, and all he has to do is step to the side a little and let her walk away.]

[That outburst is honestly the most Foggy thing about her, and though he can't think of them as the same person, not even close-

Matt stops her just before she brushes past him, an open hand in front of her shoulder without quite touching her.] No- wait.

[She's almost tempted to keep going, but she's not quite petty enough to turn down any potential offer of... whatever, just to spite him. She pauses.] What, Matt?

[He sighs, withdrawing and pushing his glasses down just far enough to pinch the bridge of his nose before continuing.] You didn't deserve that. You're right, neither of us chose this situation. It's just... [REALLY fucking weird. And he still doesn't quite believe it.]

[Yeah. Really fucking weird would about sum it up. She sighs.] Do you want me to go? [Not that she wants to, really, but--this isn't easy on her, either. So.]

Since when does Foggy Nelson do what I want? [It's a peace offering; he can't call her that but she- that's what she calls herself. That's what she believes.]

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[It's a start, definitely. But also: oh god, Murdock, really?] Oh, please. Eighty percent of the stupidest things I've ever done were your idea. And I opened a law firm with you, didn't I? [Seriously, it's like he has an override switch on her better sense. Scary.]

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Stupidity is subjective. There's a sign with our names on it, isn't there? [Better than that little supply closet at Landman and Zack, anyway.

...That he shared with the Foggy he knows. Matt sobers a little.] I believe that you aren't lying. There's...something weird about this, but I believe that much.

There's a lot weird about this. Let's not sell it short.

[But, well. Hearing him say that is a relief, anyway, because she's not sure what she would have done if he'd gone on not believing her.] How long have you been... here?

[He can deal with this. Just because she's not the person he wanted to see doesn't mean he gets to treat her like an enemy. ...unless she really does turn out to be a sleeper agent, but he doesn't think that's so.] A couple weeks. The ships have mostly been drifting. [Thus the clever name.] There are some people who've been trapped in this place for years.

Jesus. That's... [Kind of horrifying to think about? A lot horrifying?] Insane. [Although honestly, she has no idea where she would go if they could escape this, or how.]

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