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

[trudge]

I'll be honest, I haven't. This is the first chance I've had to relax since I was brought here, believe it or not. A Grey Warden's job is never done, even in space.

[ He twists just so he can face him properly, his hand still idly running through the elf's hair as he twines the golden strands around his fingers. It doesn't take much to have him inching closer with that tug, nearly chest to chest. ]

You're not thinking of replacing your favorite Warden with a pretty lady version, are you? I'd be devastated.

[crowkiller]

I am shocked.

[He cracks a smile, teeth showing through his lips as he chuckles.]

Work, work, work. Is there no end? There can't possibily be Darkspawn in space.

[Right???????

It's when he asks that last question that a look of mocking thought comes across Zevran's face. He sets the glass on the bar counter as he rubs his chin in thought.]

Depends on if she is a better listener than you, my Warden.

[trudge]

No Darkspawn that I know of yet. [ Yet being the keyword here. ] But that doesn't mean it isn't dangerous. There are plenty of odd things around here that need to be dealt with. And who better than me?

[ Probably a lot of other people??? Irrelevant though. Rowan snorts. ]

If I had to wager a bet, I'd say she might be. You know I have selective hearing. [ Which is so not true, no matter how much he pretends it is. ]

[crowkiller]

[Well, he can breath easy for the moment then. Zevran feels like he is equip to handle anything after all that they have been through.]

Of course. I'm not sure how they handled anything without you here.

[Can you hear his sarcasm?]

You may need to make sure your listening ears are turned on then.

[Both hands go to Rowan's hips now, giving him a playful squeeze as he smiles. He's kidding. Or is he? (He is.)]

[trudge]

Nor am I. Good thing I showed up when I did.

[ What is sarcasm? He has no idea and certainly isn't using it now.

Rowan sighs the (clearly fake) sigh of an overly-burdened man tasked with another horrible thing he needs to do. ]

For you? I suppose I can try. [ He always listens, Zevran. Do you remember those boots? Remember the boots. Rowan reaches up with both hands to cup the elf's cheeks, leaning in to press a kiss to his lips. ]

[crowkiller]

Honestly, you should let someone else have a turn at saving the world.

[His voice gets lower as Rowan leans closer. This man, he didn't understand how he felt so empty without him. It was as if a piece of him had been ripped away the the rest of him threaten to tear apart with each breath he took. Now that he was back, now that Zevran was here with him, he knew he was whole again. For now, and until Rowan or whatever Maker resides in this place, he would stay by him. And he wouldn't let go.

His heart flutters behind his ribs as he feels warm lips against his. He still isn't exactly sure where he and Rowan stand on what they are. If anyone asked then they were just friends who slept with each other. And kissed. And held hands from time to time. And brought gifts for each other. He remembered every gift Rowan had given him. The boots, the gloves, his friendship, and freedom. He knows this man listens well, except when things get complicated. Like when someone tells him not to die, or even feelings or involved, but Zevran never wants to talk about those either.

He happily leans into him, giving into the kiss that warms him from the inside.]

[trudge]

[ His only response is a noncommittal chuckle that vibrates against Zevran's lips. He's probably right — Rowan could toss the reigns to someone else, let them deal with all of the troubles that will most definitely crop up during their travels in space. But they both know that Rowan does not sit idly by and let others do the work. He is a fighter, a man who apparently will not rest even in death so long as there are monsters to be fought and lives to be saved. On the outside he seems so simple, with a one-track mind anyone could follow, but he is — and Zevran knows, he has to know — so much more than that. He's a man who loves more deeply than he should, a man who would die to protect those he cared about while thinking that they would not mourn him.

He doesn't know where they stand either. Complicated is a good word for it. They can figure it out later, when he has time to spare and isn't just hungry for the press of a familiar body against his own. It feels like it's been ages since they kissed — too sweet to be just friends-with-benefits, too passionate — and, despite it not being so long at all, Rowan has missed him. He misses all of his companions, but he missed Zevran the most. Zevran always understood him, always eased the tension and frustration and misery with jokes and dry humor Rowan fully understood.

Rowan pulls back, lingering too long. He reaches down to grab Zevran's hand. ] Let's go upstairs. We don't need to give these people a show - not for free, anyway.