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December Test Drive!

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!

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

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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.

Edited 2017-12-17 23:42 (UTC)

[ 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?

[ frank straps the bow to his back and drags his little sleigh over to the buck. a few smaller animals have already been put out of their misery and discarded there. he gives the boy a cursory look as he passes, the way he's staring at him even with one eye making his skin crawl.

he had been about to ask him to help get the deer onto the sled, but then he calls him 'shane' and gets an even weirder look in his one eye. frank screws up his face, toeing the animal to make sure it's dead before tossing it by himself onto the platform. there's a smear of blood on his face and down the front of his shirt as he draws himself up to full height and tries to figure out what's going on here. but he's hardly a genius, and the kid seems so earnest. ]

Wrong guy. [ he gruffs simply, throwing the rope over his shoulder and turning to leave carl in the dust. ]

[ He's about as earnest as he can be, coming face to face with the guy that tried to kill his dad, turned into a walker, and had to put down himself. Who had, admittedly, gotten a little crazy at the end. This guy looks so much like him, though. It's hard to think about how people from different worlds are here when this guy could be Shane.

He's not, because of course he isn't. That doesn't stop him from watching him as he moves to the deer with a wary eye. It's stupid how long it takes his voice to work. There was a small part of him that even missed the guy, and he's been dead for years. ]

Yeah. My mistake. [ Brief silence, followed almost reluctantly by: ] Need help?

[ if he were even a year or two older, frank wouldn't turn back around. but he isn't and so he stops in his tracks, allowing carl to catch up if that's really what he wants to do. why do people keep making the bad decision to hang around him anyway? frank should stop them, he knows, but he really doesn't have the energy anymore.

he tosses carl a rope. ] I'm Pete. [ not shane. ]

[ When he stops, it spurs him into movement, and it doesn't take much to catch up to him. He fumbles for the rope , but gets a good grip on it to help pull the sleigh. ]

Carl.

[ he just grunts and continues hauling his bounty. which, speaking of. ] I'm not sharing the earnings. [ if that's why he's tagging along!! ]

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?

[ He is going to roll that eye so hard as he helps tug this carcass. ] Didn't say I wanted any, did I?

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?

[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.

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.]

Edited 2017-12-19 06:31 (UTC)

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! ]

[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.

[ It's alright, Dottie is used to glares-- as of late, at least. Tipping her head to the side a little, her gaze flickers over to the man, undaunted by his glares. She studies him in silence for a couple of beats, arching a brow as his unblinking, stern stare stretches on. Most people would get uncomfortable by now, but Dottie is merely mildly curious. ]

No? You come here for the ambiance, then?

[ There's some distinctly unimpressed edge to her tone, a certain wryness that implies she thinks that's a little sad, if true. ]

Or are you just a fellow newcomer? [ More likely. Maybe. ]

[ another noncommittal grunt. another long beat of silence. ] Good.

[ howard is tucked away in a corner booth, being subtle for once in his life. he sips coffee and watches the entrance, feeling better here near jarvis than just about anywhere on the fleet.

at first he thinks he's hallucinating, staring into his coffee. it wasn't even an irish today. but when she insults his bestie's cooking you better believe he's going to speak up. ]

They really will let anyone in here, won't they?

[ Hell, she thinks she's hallucinating. That would be a comfortingly normal thing right now, really. Freezing for a beat, Dottie lowers the menu she's holding slowly and eyes the other patrons over the edge of it, quickly flickering over the handful of other people before settling on Howard. Icy gaze sharpens with recognition as a quick half-smile passes across her lips, aghast and confused.

The odds have to astronomical to run into anyone she knows here among the stars. Howard damn Stark. Isn't she just lucky. Dottie recovers, dropping the menu with a little slap on the table and flashes him a smile, saccharine sweet and just as deceptive. ]

Clearly. [ Since he's here and all. However. The devil you know.... ]

[ Her smile morphs into something more teasing and feline as she thinks for a brief moment -- and slides out of her own booth to saunter over to his, slipping onto the opposite seat across the table without a word. Elbows propped on the table, she laces her fingers and rests her chin on them, eyeing him with a smile of amusement. Hi there. ]

So now you remember who I am, huh?

[Oh, she's smaller than she would like, too. Scarcely the size of a hatchling, honestly, she is nearly grown! She gives him a long look, but at least she's getting some form of respect. That's acceptable.]

Are you certain? He would be looking for me, I am called Iskierka. He is about so high [With a gesture of her claws, at about six feet] -- and has brown hair, and would be wearing a very fine green coat.

[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.]

Edited 2017-12-19 23:07 (UTC)

No. I come here to observe. I am told it is called 'people watching.' I have been in the Fleet for months.

[Judge all you like, Dottie. This one doesn't seem to care. His expression doesn't shift from its perpetual glare, but he tilts his head.]

When did you arrive?

[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.

[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?

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.

Oh, little old me? Not too long ago.

[ Dottie shrugs hers shoulders, casually but carefully evasive. It's nothing personal, Justice! She judges more or less everybody... ]

So, you're told. Is this what you do to kill time?

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December Test Drive!

frank castle | mcu

why would you kill bambi

bc he's tasty

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Alucard Emery | Shades of Magic

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Iskierka | the Temeraire novels

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Link | The Legend of Zelda: Breath of the Wild

dottie underwood | mcu/agent carter

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9S | NieR: Automata

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