December Test Drive!

[thespaceopera]

THE WINTER TEST DRIVE MEME
(Or Summer 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!:

December's Star System

Game Details

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

Comments

frank castle | mcu

[oorah]

selvin-9: exploring

[ frank can be found on the outskirts of town, roughing it is much easier than dealing with so many people packed tight in the city. especially since they're all really friendly. it's not easy to disappear like at home. he buys some snowshoes and gear, rents a snowmobile and heads out of dodge. the desolation and cold is something he welcomes, perching high on a rock eating a whatever-nut-grows-here and snow sandwich. fluffernutter is where it's at baby even in space. ]

selvin-9: hunting

[ somehow, he got himself roped into hunting for the locals -- and for his crew. it's easy for him to get caught up in the rhythm of the kill, a crossbow in one hand and various knives and sidearms strapped to his person. ] Turn sixty degrees that way. [ a gruff voice calls, loud and authoritarian. once you oblige an arrow goes zooming past your head and directly through the eye of a large buck a hundred yards off. ]

marsiva: transmission & spam for fellow new arrivals

[ frank does not like surprises. no black ops marine does, in fairness. he hits the floor hard, his face bouncing off of it like a ping pong ball. his lip splits and now his head is pounding on top of all of the other apparent injuries this guy has. bruises and cuts mottle his face, but he seems pretty spry, jumping up the second he's able to and looking around for the source of danger.

a robot tries to take him to the medical bay and he is not having that. in moments, the robot is in pieces all around him and frank flees the scene of the crime -- only to skid to a halt in front of the giant window. no, no no no. that's not okay. of all the fucked up things he's been through, this might just take the cake. ]

Get me the hell out of here if you want to keep all your appendages.

why would you kill bambi

[postocular]

[ It's definitely nice to be planetside again, especially after the bullshit of the last planet. Thankfully, the Red Fish didn't get grounded, but they still had their fair share of problems stuck in orbit as they were. They managed, it was fine, and now they're some place way more pleasant. Carl ignores the thought that maybe he should poke around town first in search for things to restock or gifts for some of his crew, and instead goes for the woods to explore. He really needs to stretch his legs and not deal with things for a while.

He hasn't run into anyone so far, and he's been wandering for a while, ambling his way through the trees and trying to take pictures of the local animals, but getting a good shot is a little difficult. The voice that orders him to move is vaguely familiar, though he's having a hard time really placing it. Obeying, he watches the arrow go flying and into the eye of a deer in the distance.

It's when he actually sees the guy that the air leaves his chest and his guard flies up. It...can't be, right? ]

Shane?

exploringish

[outstandingbalance]

[Natasha isn't out in the frozen wild, roughing it. She's had her fill of tundra survival. She doesn't have the best associations with that. That doesn't mean she's not here to pick up some supplies. Food. Weapons. Things that aren't easy to come by when you're drifting.

And she recognizes a man who's trying to get away from something.]

Planning a long trip?

Alucard Emery | Shades of Magic

[warpandweft]

Selvin-9; racing
[If there's one thing Alucard Emery really enjoys, it's a challenge. He also has found himself...with a decided lack of funds where he normally enjoys a very comfortable existence. Of course, he could simply work for the money but where's the fun in that? It seems so much more interesting to win it.

He's not absolutely a stranger to ice-skating, although of course it isn't something he's particularly skilled at. He's much more used to unfrozen water. Open seas. Which makes it all the more interesting that the race he chooses isn't the simpler one. No, Alucard is more interested in the race that seems to have more ~flair~.

...The other reason that he chooses the downhill race is that it's easier for him to use his magic to give himself a boost on this track. There isn't much he can do on plain ice, other than perhaps impede his opponents. (He isn't looking to actively harm anyone else, just...choosing a playing field where he might be able to give himself an advantage.) But on this more open course, he has a better chance.

Someone watching the race from the sides of the course - or a fellow competitor - might well notice that he has less issues than most people. He's not necessarily completely steady on his skates, but obstacles suddenly become non-obstacles. An impending snowdrift that he can't quite avoid suddenly shifts bodily. He might look like he's heading for a tree, before a gust of wind drives him back onto the right path. Things like that.

...This might not be entirely fair. After the race (or even multiple races) , he can be found in a nearby tavern, using some of his winnings to buy himself a drink. Confront him! Or just come and talk to him.]

Selvin-9; ....cats
[Having come to the Fleet without anything more than the clothes on his back, Alucard is missing something very particular: his cat, Esa.

The snow leopards aren't a replacement for her. Nothing could be, given her sentimental value to him. Still. He can be found in a petshop at some point, watching a few kittens tumble over each other with a fond smile on his face.]

Iskaulit
[He doesn't spend all his time down on the planet, though. As much as these metal ships are strange to him, he knows he'll have an easier time making connections with the people that really matter if he spends time in a place more concentrated with them.

To that end, Alucard can be found in Malum on a number of different evenings, enjoying a drink. His attention is on the room, watching patrons come and go with an easy smile. If he catches anyone's attention - or perhaps if they catch his in a particular way - the smile will shift to something more inviting as he waves them over.]

Care for a drink?

[speedboat]

If you're spending, I'm drinking, pal. [ he has a mean handshake and a soft friendly smile for alucard. ] Howard Stark. Haven't seen you around here before.

Iskierka | the Temeraire novels

[kazilik]

Iskaulit

[Iskierka is not about ice and snow. In fact, she's not about the planet at all considering she's scarcely arrived and has no idea what's happening. In fact, there is currently a dragon stomping down the corridors of the Iskaulit, looking very irritated as she pauses to try and deal with this small thing that's difficult to use with claws. Should anyone pass her by, however, she will be greeting them with a loud:] Hallo, have you seen a man called John Granby?

[warpandweft]

[Is that...that's a dragon. An actual dragon. For all that Alucard comes from a land of magic, dragons are not on the table. They're a myth, nothing more.

Granted, this dragon is...perhaps smaller than he expected. But a dragon nonetheless. It's rare that Alucard is metaphorically knocked off his center, but this is one of those times. It's especially fascinating (and odd) that the dragon is talking to him. He takes a few long moments to respond, regaining his composure. When he does, his voice is very respectful.]

I haven't, I'm afraid.

Link | The Legend of Zelda: Breath of the Wild

[anticalamity]

a. action; Exploring the Marshmallow(?) Plains

[It's good to have ground under his boots again. He doesn't have any problem with the ships; if anything, he finds it fun to imagine what his friends would think of it, especially Purah with her always curious nature. Purah would have a field day and probably want to take apart one of these star-sailing vessels to see what makes it tick. He'd have a hell of a time trying to stop her, if he even could. Maybe it's better they're not here.

He misses them, misses being able to talk to them whenever he passes through Hateno or elsewhere; Sidon in Zora's Domain, Teba at Rito Village, Yunobo, and Rija. But truth be told he's feeling a bit claustrophobic in the Fleet with everyone in such close quarters. Now he revels in the open world, running around the white fields of the planet just to admire the footprints he leaves behind. He climbs glaciers, shield-surfs down hills with a scavenged pot lid, and crouches low in the brush with his bow to hunt ice bears. He's absolutely certain they have to have some tasty meat. Maybe even gourmet! He could use that after the paste on ship. It tastes fine but the texture is so strange...

Fell free to catch him doing any of the bolded activities, or even wandering around and picking up rocks that apparently look suspicious and being disappointed to find nothing under them but grass or more fluff. Is he... looking for something?]



b. action; Bright lights, big city, wild boy

[Link sits in the middle of a small square, watching the sun play through all the stained glass and munching casually on some jarred fluff out of one of the dozens of glass jars of varying shapes and sizes he has gathered around him. He's not really in the way, per se, but he's certainly clearly visible just... plopped down in the middle of a city. He's a bit dirty too, fluff smeared on his tunic and the knees of his pants, clearly not the food-treated stuff he has in jars but from outside the city limits; he's spent the last day or so running errands for the locals - mining, hunting, and fishing, and now he's relaxing to taste the spoils of his endeavors.

If you walk close enough, he'll look up and probably offer up the jar for a taste. It's not like he doesn't have enough to share.]


c. video; The easiest way to organize your stuff is to get rid of it

[The whole idea of live video on a network isn't strange to Link. It's just one step up from sending pictures with his Sheikah Slate after all, even if that's been missing since he arrived. In fact, a whole lot of stuff has been missing since he arrived. Most of his armor, for example - all of it except for the Champion's uniform he'd been wearing, his Rito feather clip, and his Sheikah hair sticks and mask. He's not sure they'll retain their magical properties here, but he's more worried about all the other missing items. Bows, arrows, shields, the paraglider, weapons, the Master Sword, his Sheikah Slate...

He has all his food, but that's about it. Which won't last very long if he's honest about his appetite.

Which is why he pops on the aforementioned network and peers into the camera with bright blue eyes and a little wave.]

Where do they store our things?

[Short and to the point. He's just like that.]

C

[weevilroyalty]

[Owen, being Owen, doesn't even respond with video, just voice.]

Uh, right. Find yourself a window. If you look out, you'll see that lovely mothership following us around. Yours and everyone else's things are probly in there.

A

[miragedive]

[Locke had met the quiet kid a couple days ago. He seemed nice enough, so when Locke spotted him hiding out in some bushes, watching some of the local wildlife, Locke decided to join him.

He practically made no sound as he joined Link in his hiding.]

Hunting something?

dottie underwood | mcu/agent carter

[pitilessly]

SS Iskaulit

[ Once she's had a bit of time to overcome her complete confusion and surprise over this turn of events, Dottie does what any spy/assassin/mercenary worth her salt would: checks the lay of the land. She's nothing if not a survivor, thinking quickly on her feet and adapting to the situation. If this... fleet is to be her new home for the foreseeable future, she'll learn its ins and outs as soon as possible. Her bruises and other injuries had been healed upon arrival; unnatural, but very convenient. By now, she's ditched the black evening gown she'd arrived in and donned the standard issue black overalls instead, dark hair pulled back into a bun. She's managed to blend in so far, not looking to make waves just yet-- only to get accustomed to the place. Or, that's the plan right now. It's likely to change any given moment depending on her mood, honestly. ]


i. [ The dance studio gets her to pause, to stare in stony silence; to remember. She'd spent a good part of her youth in such a place -- training, training, training. Like all the good little assassins-in-training of her group. She backs away without a word after a moment and moves on. ]


ii. [ The discovery of the obstacle course pulls a wide, more than a little enthralled smile out of her, however. Gleefully, Dottie moves inside and fingers one of the training daggers, making a moue of disappointment when she sees they're dulled. ]

Well, I guess we wouldn't want anyone to get hurt... [ h a h ]


iii. [ The Melting Pot gets a distasteful sneer at first, the decor too American diner for her tastes. But Dottie finds herself lingering by the entrance, something drawing her inside regardless. As much as this place reminds her of the country she despises, it's also something... familiar. It's almost comforting in some twisted way, ugh. She finds a booth and snatches up a menu to peruse, red nails of her free hand rapping against the tabletop. ]

So. Is anything good, here?


iv. dealer's choice
[ Something else? Honestly, unless a place is hidden or locked away, rest assured -- she'll poke her head in. Sorry in advance. Feel free to hmu @ ebsolutely for anything! ]

iii

[whatisright]

[The man sitting nearby looks normal on first glance, but there is something distinctly unnatural about him. Maybe it's the fact he doesn't blink. Or maybe it has something to do with the way he doesn't seem to even breathe when he's not speaking.

He turns his gaze onto Dottie, and it looks like he's glaring at her. Then again, it looked like he was glaring at the wall a second ago, so it's possible that that's just his face.]

I would not know.

[Yep. He's just hanging around a restaurant without eating any food or drinking even water. He's probably very popular with the management.]

Perhaps one of the servers would be able to recommend something.

9S | NieR: Automata

[veilednines]

[A - Network]

[What looks to be a young man is standing there, and though something that seems like a long piece of fabric is covering his eyes, confusion is still etched into his expression. He seems to be talking to himself.]

9S to Bunker. Am currently on unknown vessel known as "Marsiva". I have no idea how I got here. Requesting immediate extraction. 2B can't go on that mission without me.

[He sighs, sinking back down to sit on the bed he'd just woken up on. Very little has been making sense of late, and though it feels like everything he's known about the world is being turned upside down, it doesn't make this any easier. More than the confusion about himself, though, he's concerned about 2B. The mission they're being sent on now is no laughing matter, and he can't just leave her now.]


[B - Iskaulit]

[There's more to this than what they're being told. He knows there has to be. 9S frowns as he tries for the twenty third time to hack into the hallway terminal. It shouldn't be so difficult, especially for a scanner model like him, but he can't get past the firewall no matter what he does.]

Damnit, c'mon! What kind of technology is this anyway?


[C - Selvin-9]

[9S has never seen snow before. The white powdery substance crunching under his feet is completely alien to him, as is the cold wind against his skin. As someone who's always endeavored to learn new things, it's thrilling to be in such a different environment. This "snow" isn't cold to the touch as he would have expected, given the temperature of this planet, but interesting nonetheless.

(He wishes she could be here to see it herself.)

He walks through the city, fascinated at how busy it is and the amount of people. After all, there aren't exactly any cities left on Earth. Nor is there the art and beauty of the architecture here. 9S is definitely a fish out of water, all but gawking at everything he sees, not paying attention exactly to where he's going.]

B - potential test drive here, too

[vedaandme]

[Tieria wasn't exactly sure what this person was doing, but he stood there and watched for a moment before speaking up in response to the question.]

It is apparently very advanced. Much more so than anything I have ever seen.

Tieria Erde | Gundam 00

[vedaandme]

Iskaulit

[Tieria had adapted quickly. It was something he was good at. Even so, he was still disturbed by the situation as a whole. So, he was exploring. He'd already taken the time to familiarize himself with his assigned ship whatever that ends up being and with his position as Communications officer. It's not a long process for someone like him, so he wasn't lingering or taking a slow walk around the Iskaulit now as he did the same here. He did notice the difference, though, that this ship was definitely more for a social atmosphere and the like, where as the individual ships were certainly places to spend time with one's crew and do one's assigned job function.

Either way, he could be found in a few select places... the lecture hall, the library, the Melting Pot, the gardens... or just wandering about looking for his next interesting destination. He wasn't much of a talker, so someone might have to say something to him first.]

=====

Selvin-9: Urban Exploration

[Tieria hadn't been exposed to alien planets before. Getting past the initial surprise at marshmallow fluff snow (and how disgustingly sticky it was), Tieria found himself more intrigued by the local niceties... shops, art galleries, the lights and sounds. He wasn't easily lost, but the environment was so intrinsically foreign, that he did feel slightly overwhelmed. He found the nearest human looking person, another Fleeter, and caught their attention.]

Yes... can you tell me where they might be holding the cooking competition?

[Tieria was a bit of a hobbiest in the kitchen, but he wasn't ready to enter any competition. He just wanted to watch.]

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Wildcard!

[Give your best ideas!]

Edward Elric | Fullmetal Alchemist

[obstinatealchemist]

[A - Iskaulit]

[Ed isn't happy with the situation, but he can also recognize a good opportunity when he sees one. For all the time he's spent researching Amestris' alchemy, he still hasn't found any solid leads to get his body back. There's no guarantee that anything he learns here will be viable back home, but that doesn't mean he can't try.]

[He spends the majority of his time on the Iskaulit between the library and then Engineering Lab. It doesn't take him long to claim a desk in the Lab, and as soon as he does, it's covered in books and notes. Late at night, he can also be found sleeping at his desk, or between the shelves in the library.]

[Selvin 9]

[But his focus on research doesn't mean that he can't relax either. He heads down to Selvin 9, and joins a snowman competition.]

[His snowman has an impressive amount of detail, but it begs the question of why. Why would anybody build a snowman and make it that intricate? Why would anybody carve such a terrifyingly realistic face? Why are there so many extra details?]

[...Why does he look so proud of it?]

[C - Wildcard]

[Up to you! Feel free to PM this journal if you have any ideas.]

[holtshot]

[ Ed might notice this taller kid taking a closer look at his snowman, circling and leaning closer to inspect certain angles before leaning back and crossing his arms over his chest with a nod of approval.

He grins over at Ed, giving a thumbs up. ]

It has style. I like it!

lioriley | original

[invigorates]

iskaulit - library

[ Once she was no longer restricted to the Marsiva, Lioriley's first priority seemed to be finding a library or some other warehouse of written knowledge. A few hours of idle exploration — and perhaps a couple of helpful fleeters — and she eventually made her way to the library aboard the Iskaulit. Whle certainly nothing of magnificence, it was more than sufficient for what she required.

She's still reeling from the implanted information; all the things she just knows now, but that certain isn't going to stop her from learning more. So many questions need to be answer, so many pages need to be read.

But first, she needs someone to grab a book for her. Yes, she has about fifteen of them already out on a table nearby. And yes, she's only started one of them — but that sure isn't going to stop her. This scenario can go one of two ways:

1) Someone is in there with her, and within earshot that she can - quietly - ask for their assistance. ]

Excuse me. I do not mean to interrupt, but if you would be so kind — [ She motions to the book half sticking out of the shelf. She had tried to get it, but her tiny arms make it difficult. ] I do require some assistance. Please.

[ or 2) She continues to try and get it herself, half climbing one of the lower selves and ending up with the book freed, but inevitably dropping onto her head. Rude. ]


iskaulit - space bar

[ So this is a thing that's happening. Lioriley has — for whatever reason — decided that the bar is a perfect place for studying all of the notes she's been taking since her arrival. The small elven woman sits atop a stool, an untouched glass of white wine to her left and a journal open in front of her. For the most part, things aren't going poorly, and she's generally quiet unless approached or someone comes over that catches her eye.

That is until one of the rowdier patrons bumps into the counter, not even noticing when he smacks her glass over and spills the contents along the papers she has collected in front of her. She squeaks, jerks back, and fumbles to try and gather them up and save them.

It's too late for that, however. ]


wherever

[ Lioriley has no need for sleep. Making it easy for her to be found at any time of day or night, simply wandering the halls of the ships she's allowed aboard. The Iskaulit seems to be her favorite (aside from whichever ship she's been personally assigned to), and sometimes she's just... standing at one of the windows, staring into the blackness of space with an almost wistful look in her eyes.

The black void of stars reminds her of something. It reminds her of her home in the mountains, where the sun could not reach and the dark enveloped them like a warm embrace in its place. She traces her fingers along the windows, noting star placements and wondering which they might share with her own world. If someone approaches, she might not even notice despite her sharp ears. Startle her? Do it. ]

Library

[crowkiller]

[The library is a quiet place. A place where he can think and well sometimes he just needs that. The planet is alright, but there is only so much he can do before the whole thing gets...boring. Odd to say since things like this didn't come his way often. But he was one of action, he couldn't sit, drink, and eat cake for long until his nerves got the best of him.

So he is here, in the library. Trying to find out something out about this this whole situation that he finds himself in. He still knew very little about this place because of all that happened in the last world. There isn't much in there that he can find though. He's about to stop looking when he hears a voice and looks beside him. It's another elf-- a dalish? Her markings were something he has never seen before. His eyes glance up when she asks him.]

Of course. [He says with a smile as he reaches and grabs the book and gives it to her. Anything interesting?

Ulaz | Voltron Legendary Defender

[scalpelofmarmora]

Selvin-9: City Exploration... with cat

[When was the last time that Ulaz had had the chance to wander essentially aimlessly through a large city, no figurative target on his back, no having to hide in the shadows? Longer than he cared to try to remember. It wasn't worth it anymore. More effort than it was worth.

But still that actually made it more... interesting than it actually was. So he wandered the rather eclectic looking shops, inwardly wondering who needed these sort of things. All the while he half stuck out like a sore thumb... a seven foot tall one.

But then he spotted something that caught his attention, his eyebrow raising. What the heck was that? A tiny spotted feline?]

selvin-9: Nature exploration
[This... this was definitely more Ulaz's speed. There was something about actually being able to hear ones own thoughts, looking at the natural world. Having been on a Galra cruiser for the longest time, there was always the thought that someone could hear anything one was thinking, the consequences dire for anything frowned upon. And the Blade of Marmora's base was hardly anything but a hostile environment... since it was between two black holes.

So he had decided to set out in this cold, practically frozen planet to a get a sense of what a natural world was like again, not depending on life support systems and other ships not shooting down your ship.

The thought had initially crossed his mind of being able to head out looking alone, but he was no opposed to someone deciding to come with him. Just have to be able to keep up with a Galra]

Wildcard: Throw something at him!

/vibrates/

[tempredmental]

[Yes... that was a tiny spotted feline, and it had apparently decided that a certain former Red Paladin was going to be its friend. Keith was trying really hard not to trip on it until he finally gave in and just picked it up. Now, it was just going to gnaw lightly on his hand. Keith was mildly enthralled with the little snow leopard, but then got that sense he was being watched. He looked up-...

...and almost dropped the cat. His eyes widened in shock.

No way.

Sorry, Ulaz, but Keith was just going to stare at you speechlessly.]

Matthew 'Matt' Holt | Voltron: Legendary Defender

[holtshot]

Outside Berrivalia:

SNOW.

Matt's eyes had lit up the moment he had seen it, letting loose a whoop of excitement as he had jumped off the ship and into the white stuff. Snow wasn't something he had been overly familiar with - the Holt family lived near the Garrison after all, and that was in a desert - but he had seen it a few times on vacation and even got to play around in it, but that felt so long ago!

Although, considering that it had been before the Garrison, before Kerberos, before he had been captured while looking at ice samples and spent time in Zarkon's gladiator games, injured by Shiro's plan to save him and then sent to a work camp only to be rescued by rebels and working for them. Not to mention, tracked down by his baby sister, how had somehow made it to space and was a freakin' Paladin of Voltron, the very entity that was supposed to defend the universe...!

Considering all that, it would probably be easy to see why what happened next actually happened. Matt reached down and picked up a handful of the white stuff, gleefully packing it down into a snowball and glancing around for an unsuspecting victim, when he noticed that the more he patted it, the more it seemed to lack the consistency he would expect for snow. Instead, it was... sticky? Clearly, this called for more investigating! Which is why he can be seen raising the ball to his face and taking a sniff to see if that would help, before taking one hand and rubbing his fingers together thoughtfully. After a moment of careful pondering, he stared at his fingers before putting one in his mouth and sucking.

Holy--! That tasted like marshmallows!

This called for s'mores!

Which is why, few moments later, people will find Matt running around trying to find the things he needed not only to make a fire, but to see if he could find the planet's equivalent of chocolate and graham crackers.


Exploring Berrivalia:

Matt was still getting used to the idea that he was in a place that he didn't have to look over his shoulder every few moments. Being stuck in an universe-wide war where their opponent had taken over most of the known portion. He had gotten to travel with the rebels, sure, saw a lot more then most people from Earth probably ever will, but he hadn't really had time to enjoy it. After all, it was hard to enjoy your time on different worlds when you were trying to hide and outrun Zarkon's forces. It was nice to be able to try and take a moment to just enjoy the things around him.

The lights protected by the glass onto the snow reminded him of those little crystals he remembered seeing people hang in windows back home on Earth. The prisms that would reflect entire rainbows of colors throughout a room when the sun hit it. The thought stung Matt, a longing for home, to see his mom again, to find his dad and finish this war with Zarkon so they could all return home, even for a visit, because while he wasn't sure about Pidge, he was pretty sure that, after knowing all that was out there, he would be able to stay permanently on Earth following the end of the war.

He couldn't tear his eyes away, even as he relived memories of different times, lost in his thoughts as he was. He would probably stay that way to, unless someone interrupted him.


Wildcard!

[ or come drag him on crazy adventures! ]

exploring

[tempredmental]

Keith had already come across Matt, and now found him in town, looking at the lights and colors. It was pretty impressive. He couldn't argue against it. He paused next to him, also looking up at the lit panes of glass.

"That's really nice looking, huh?"

Olivier Lenheim | Trails in the Sky | OTA

[roseinbattle]

[Network]

[Anybody who's tuned into the network will see an unfamiliar blond man, very clearly new to the Fleet. He's holding a lute. This can only end well.]

Hello, my fellow fair Fleeters. It is I, you're newest arrival, Olivier Lenheim.

[He plays a chord. Long distance communication (especially video communication) is still pretty new to him, and so he's going to milk this for all it's worth.]

I understand that the last few months have been filled with pain and darkness, but worry not. [He strums.] For we all hold light in our hearts, and if we band together, we can we will overcome any challenge.

[He plays a few more notes. Even if he's only using it for dramatic effect, he's clearly got practice with this thing.]

Remember, even in the darkest night, there is but one truth: Love is eternal.

[blindrecipe]

[As funny as Olivier thinks he is, Ignis cannot see him. But it's fine. He can hear him just fine.]

You seemed to be trained as a musician of some sort. Are you going to start giving performances for others? I believe there is a theater on the Iskaulit.

[He's walked by it a few times.]

There are also other musicians and performers that you can liaison with, should you choose to do so. It would be beneficial if we had regular access to local performers.

Jesse McCree | Overwatch

[gunshowdaddy]

Iskaulit - Space Bar

[Well now, a saloon in space? Maybe this place isn't as bad as he thought. He saunters over with a grin slowly spreading across his face. With both hands on the swinging doors he pushes them open and rests them back on his belt as he stands in the doorway for a moment. He takes a few seconds to examine his surrounding. There is smoke in the air from cigarettes and cigars, his own burns as he draw in a deep breath. In another corner there are a few people playing cards, and finally the bar.]

Just what the doctor ordered. Hey barkeep!

[He clicks a metal knuckle against the bar top as he takes a seat.] One of y'alls strongest please.

[He needs it after all that he has been through. As he waits he looks over to the side and nudges his elbow against the person next to him.]

You believe any of this yet? Or you still thinkin' of awakin' up?

[eruit]

[ Of course there would be a bar in space. What else would there be? If this is truly a system borne of a desire for entertainment, then getting people drunk must be high on the list - or, at least, it gives them something to do to drown their sorrows. That, more than anything else, is something that Hanzo can empathise with, and he's almost hoping for some isolation when he walks in.

That's not the case. No, he can already hear the drawl of the cowboy, the clink of his metal, and the budding headache that settles behind his eyes is a quick-fire reminder of the drama that is soon to begin. He's sure it will not be long.

Walking over, he slips into the chair beside McCree just in time for the questions. ]

If this was a dream you would not be here.

Fran | Final Fantasy XII | Feb Star System BC I Can

[shatterhearting]

➽ Ebrion

---

[Exploring a cave system seemed like a good idea at the time. There was opportunity for treasure perhaps, or something that could be found and sold for some sort of reward, anyway. Smartly, Fran had not chosen to go on this trip alone, even if she may not have known her partner all that well. It was the best she could do -- lacking the presence of her favored Sky Pirate.

As it happens, there was plenty to find, but the trip back is a long one, and night has begun to fall, so instead of starting out of the cave systems, she and her partner have chosen to stay in the caves near the entrance, and camp out with a small fire. It would be cold, but survivable. Or it would have been -- if they hadn't run into a problem.

Several piles of snow had seemed to be mostly ice underneath. That is, until the fire began to thaw them, and instead they were revealed to be some sort of slime creatures. What's worse, they were hostile, having been woken up early from their wintry slumber. Fighting them off was an option, but it could prove dangerous. Taking a step back from the newest one to thaw, Fran turns to her partner with a careful expression on her face]

They are many. We would be wise to retreat.

➽ Duotera

---

[ It's not like Fran makes a habit of going on shopping trips, but in this case, she's making an exception. One particular vendor has several intricately carved and shaped bows made from the wood that seems so abundantly popular here, and they've caught the Viera's eye. She has yet to pick one up, instead choosing to look without touching until after she's asked the vendor a couple of questions. After she's done that, she reaches a clawed hand out towards one carved with leaves for decoration, not to mention particularly exquisite functional design. It's appealing, to say the least.

But it's not appealing to just Fran, unfortunately. As her hand comes to rest on the bow, so does someone else's, likely also interested in the weapon Fran was just about to consider buying. Stubbornly enough, Fran doesn't move her hand from its place upon the bow, instead she chooses to stare down the owner of the other hand, her red eyes fixing on their face intently.

Do u mind? Don't make her use her words.]

Because *I* can/Ebrion

[lyriumbound]

[Going out on a collection trip was not exactly Fenris' idea of a good time. But the credits that he receives from the Atroma appeal even less to him. Whether it be through theft, mercenary work or something else, money earned was always better to the former slave.

And he didn't working with a partner. This particular person is a stranger, but it works in his favor, as he doesn't have any sort of baggage with her. The downside is he hasn't fought beside her yet, so he can't gauge her abilities in battle.

However, it seems like that is about to change.]

We only need to find a defensible choke point. If we head down to where the cave narrows, we can fight them all with little trouble.

Ignis Scientia | Boy Band Road Trip | Drift Fleet Memories

[blindrecipe]

SHOPPING!

[He might be blind and use a cane to get by, but Ignis has never been a fool an entire day in his life. The jar in his hand is much lighter than the one he purchased two days ago from the same vendor. As he was hoping to give this as a gift to a particular person, the obvious attempt to swindle him because he cannot see is beyond insulting.]

Sir, not only is this [he hefts the jar in his hand, weighing it mentally] package definitely much lighter, but you've raised the price ten credits. I might be a tourist, but that doesn't mean that I will fall for your swindle. There are other stalls nearby that I'm sure would like business.

Cooking Competition

[When he signed up, everyone acted like it was some big joke. It's a reaction that he is very quickly getting tired of from a great many sides. But, as he works, the whispers and laughs have all stopped and now there are many people talking excitedly about the blind chef.

Because Ignis might have outdone himself. The cake he is working to put the finishing touches on uses all local ingredients and has taken almost the full time limit of the competition, but his hands work fast and he's learned a great many tricks over the years in cooking that haven't changed with the obvious disability he has. Besides, if asked, he will answer that one only need have an imagination and determination to be a halfway decent cook.

At the sound of footsteps closing in, he wipes away a glob of white frosting and smiles charmingly.]

What do you think?

shopping

[brainiest]

[ Shopping keeps Hermione's mind off things and she enjoys it as best she can; she has the money to do it, to buy whatever she or the ships need, and she makes use of a few free hours to collect some herbs, some plants, anything she thinks might be useful to her lab or the Iskaulit's garden. It keeps her distracted, enough that she doesn't recognise the familiar figure -- she's not expecting him to be there.

When she hears his voice, she freezes, stopped still. The packages in her hands almost fall away from her fingers, but she manages to keep her grip, turning her head and gazing. When she realises that it really is him, that Ignis is actually here...

Slowly, she steps up to his side, swallowing the lump in her throat. Hermione is used to people not remembering her now, but she's not entirely sure she could handle the idea of Ignis forgetting who she is. ]

We could look around together, if you'd like.

Luke fon Fabre | Tales of the Abyss

[replicannot]

Hunting

[If there's one thing Luke enjoys doing in his free time, it's fighting. Even if there wasn't an opportunity to get paid, he'd probably spend most of his time on Selvin-9 on the outskirts of town, practicing against as many monsters as he could. But money on top of that? How can he say no?]

[Unfortunately, even with all the practice he's had, it can still be an uphill battle. One excursion sees him fighting against a rather large bird with two pairs of wings and...he's not doing particularly well. Luke isn't good at jumping, and his sword has a pretty short range. Meaning that once the bird lands in a tree, all he can really do is stare at it until it comes down.]

[Anybody walking by is welcome to lend him a hand, or laugh. The entire thing looks pretty amusing from a distance.]

Cooking

[For reasons that he still can't explain, he somehow got signed up for the cooking competition. He could have elected not to compete, but where's the fun in that? Besides, what is the worst that could happen?]

[The kitchen could catch on fire. And if the rapidly increasing amount of smoke coming out of the oven is any indication, that's what's about to happen. Anybody living on the same ship as Luke will probably notice this, and might need to step in before lasting damage is caused to the ship.]

Cooking, Part Two: The Competition

[After a lengthy battle, the fires were extinguished, and Luke came out with something almost resembling a cake.]

['Almost' being a relative term. The lump of batter is burnt beyond all belief, and the frosting that was applied to make it look nicer only made it look worse. At best, it could be described as barely edible. At worst, it looked like something Natalia could be responsible for.]

[Nevertheless, he still brings it in for judging. It could be worse.]

Messer Ihlefeld | Macross Delta

[vartex]

( a. maintenance time )

[Everyone else can run around and play if they want, but Messer would not be Messer if he wasn't being a workaholic. Since he's new here, he's giving the ship, the shuttles, whatever, a thorough examination to the best of his ability. He's here to learn the ins and outs of this new machinery, make sure it's all in tip-top shape, record and report any issues he's able to recognize. He listens to the engines, he checks the way the gears turn, he examines the air flow of the ventilation... pretty much anything that can be checked is being checked.

Is it his ship? Is it yours? Who even cares, he's doing it. Just get out of the way.]


( b. fishing, really...? )

[There's something really zen about the ocean. Having spent the last several years of his life primarily on a watery planet, he finds it oddly relaxing- gazing out towards the horizon, listening to the gentle rush of waves against the shore. Messer is seated on the edge of the dock, with one leg up and the other dangling, a fishing rod rested on his knee. There's a box at his side, mostly empty aside from a tin of bait and a couple of fish barely big enough to keep, but he doesn't seem especially bothered. It's peaceful here, and while he's usually a man of action, he can understand why people told him to kick back more often in Chaos.

He might just stay here all day.]

a!

[axi]

[Messer's been in the fleet for a little bit now, and while Kanane's still occasionally shocked to see him, they've settled into a comfortable rhythm since his arrival. Eating meals together, watching the occasional movie, simply being in the same room... It's really nice having him around again. He provides a strange sense of security, something she was never aware of until it was gone.

So now, when she finds him giving the shuttles on the Bloodsport a look over, she can't help but smile to herself.]

I hope you didn't spend the night in our cargo bay, Messer-kun. [The sound of her steps echoes throughout the area as she approaches him.] I have a decent enough couch in my office.

[Light humor from her to him is familiar enough as well. The singer appreciates it.]

Hayate Immelman | Macross Delta

[ridethewinds]

(A)

[The shuttles provided by the Fleet's ships will never even remotely compare to what he's grown used to back in his own world. They don't fly fast, they're clunky, and whether in space or in the atmosphere of the planet they're currently stationed by, he doesn't feel that freedom that he craves. It doesn't stop him from trying, though.

He can probably be spotted outside the windows of the ships as he tries to maneuver a shuttle as best he can, seeing what stunts it's capable of. It's probably one of the showiest flying one of these things have been put through. But there's only so much they can do, and Hayate soon finds himself back in the shuttle bay, staring sullenly at the vehicle.]

You clunky piece of trash.


(B)

[Alright, so maybe the shuttle flying didn't turn out so well. But Hayate's still determined to try to make the best of his current situation! There's still plenty of things to do, and as long as he ignores the whole reality show thing (which confuses him more than anything), he can find ways to have fun.

This planet, for example... It's great to be able to experience a place with actual snow when he isn't in a life or death situation. He can actually appreciate the bite of the cold wind against his cheeks and the fluffiness of the snow crunching under his feet.

Snowball fights are a thing, right? Maybe he'll drag some people into one. Or maybe he'll just flop into the snow and make snow angels or something. Fight him. The main town itself also captures his attention, and he's tempted to collect some knick knacks here and there to bring along with him.]

a

[livesfastdiesung]

[Well, Freyja is coming up behind Hayate.]

That's rude, y'know. Think about how it feels!

Morgan | Fire Emblem: Awakening

[nosferatanking]

[Training Montage]

[Are you on the same ship as Morgan? Then good luck. Less than two weeks in the Fleet and he's already resumed one of his favorite hobbies: creating obstacle courses.]

[Thankfully for his crew, he still hasn't figured out how to create pitfalls in space yet. But that doesn't stop him from designing any number of other traps. A bucket of water on top of a slightly opened door? Tripwire in hard to spot places? Spring-loaded traps that trigger when you open the oven? You name it, and he's probably thought of it.]

[For anybody who wants to find and confront Morgan about this, well, good luck. Traps are covering all of the public areas of the ship.]

[Tactical Operations]

[Snowball fights are supposed to be fun.]

[Snowball fights are supposed to be a light-hearted game.]

[But this is not a snowball fight. This is snowball war.]

[What had originally started as a few friends throwing snow at each other had turned into an all-out battle. Morgan hadn't started this, of course, but he's more than happy to jump in. With about twenty people on each side (and growing), this is the perfect time to practice some tactics.]

[Hiding behind a makeshift snow wall, he's in the perfect spot to give orders to the rest of his team. Whether or not anyone listens is up to them, but he really seems like he knows what he's talking about.]

[Wildcard]

[If you want to do anything else, just let me know!]

Training

[lacyprincess]

[Visiting her brother's ship is nice. The communicators make it so that they don't have to be on the same ship to keep in touch with one another. And the shuttles are strange but interesting ways of transportation. Sort of like carriages and unwinged pegasi all in one.

But the moment she exits her shuttle and heads towards the common room to meet her younger brother, a heavy book comes flying at her head. It's only the fact that she's been fighting evil for the last ten years of her life that saves her from brain damage.]

MORGAN! WHERE ARE YOU?!