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Summer Test Drive Meme
THE SUMMER TEST DRIVE MEME
(Or Winter 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!:
Test drives are posted SEASONALLY, so the next one will be in September!
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[While Mikumo isn't remotely interested in the sports that seems to engulf this system, she can appreciate the atmosphere brought on by the inhabitants. As such, she is decked out in the appropriate attire of red and purple to show that she has chosen the Brightbirds to cheer for. (Mainly because she likes the colors and the way they look on her.
It doesn't stop as she shops the various vendors either. She can be found on the beach in a rather revealing two piece in the team's colors as well.
Obviously, the idol has really taken to this entire theme.]
Talent Show - Yadrolla System
[Anyone who knows the statuesque Mikumo knows that she lives to sing. Almost literally. So, when she finds out there's a chance to actually to that with a large audience, she jumps at signing up to do so. Without Kaname.
Without the rest of Walkure, it seems strange, but she can't imagine not doing this.
As she waits behind the stage for her name to be called, she is a ball of excitement hidden behind a brief and almost cool smile.]
There are usually prizes given to those who win. I wonder if we'll be allowed to pick out the colors of the team we prefer for it.
[She's pretty sure she's going to win.]
Exploration - Yaugur System
[Walkure is no stranger to undercover and exploration missions. As such, Mikumo is dressed in her favorite disguise, sunglasses hiding her red eyes. She looks over at her companion with no little amount of eagerness to be out and moving.]
So, we're exploring these strange mists for what exactly? Are we hoping to run into the mysterious danger in the heart of them?
[So long as there are no Windermereans running around, Mikumo is fine with whatever.]
yaugur
He's crouched on the ramp of one of the ship shuttles, carefully and methodically checking his weapons for any issues in case they run into trouble.]
Reports from the locals vary from person to person. It could be something of value, treasures or lost information. It could be nothing at all. I wasn't able to glean anything but vague rumours.
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talent show! ofc
Grinning at her groupmate and friend, Kaname shakes her head.]
You can. [Her answer's frank, speaking personally as a winner of a few shows.] I just went with what they gave me since I never chose a team.
Of course!
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Shinjiro Aragaki | Persona 3 FES
[Shinjiro could almost accept this place as an afterlife if he could trust himself. The Persona, the aspect of his psyche that could be activated and summoned to his side, was quiet since he'd woken up on the Marsiva, but that certainly didn't mean it'd stay that way. If there was anywhere he might find something, anything to keep it that way, it would be among the towering skyscrapers if one of the more populated planets. He pulls his beanie down closer to his eyes, shoves his hands in the pockets of his blood red coat, hunches his shoulders, and does his best to find "the bad side" of town. He's not paying that much attention, either, so if he bumps into someone, they'll be receiving nothing but a schoff, a shrug, and at least an attempt to keep right on walking.
He's got places to be.
Hopefully.]
Iskaulit - Like...wherever, but if you want a prompt
[Being in space was weird, sure, but when you've been fighting the shadows of peoples' minds since you were a kid (Shinji, you're still a kid), during the 13th hour, when everyone else in reality was trapped in a nice, safe coffin of protection, being on a post-humus reality show really wasn't that bad.
And...if he was honest, at least this giant ship was pretty cool. He was pretty sure there was a mountain, here, but what really caught his attention was the restaurant. He hadn't really had occasion to try much American food, but he was sitting at a table now, beanie pulled low, reading a menu and surprised he could (he'd never been good at English in school and he hadn't even finished).]
"Ranch", huh? ...wonder what that is.
Wildcard
[Literally choose your own adventure!]
Iskaulit;;
It's a dressing. It goes on salad or you can dip stuff in it. It's kind of creamy?
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Iskaulit
[Sora probably shouldn't just butt in to people who are clearly talking to themselves, but that's never stopped him before. He is sitting at a table near Shinjiro and offers him a smile.]
I barely know what any of this food is, and now I kind of want to try it all.
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Sora | Kingdom Hearts
[Sora lets himself get carried away by the spirit of competition. He ends up siding with the Gliders because they seem like they know how to have a good time. It's fun to compete in their name and root for them from the sidelines when he isn't competing.
It's a little disappointing they don't win the whole thing, but the whole idea of not being a sore loser is engrained in the team's DNA so he easily goes along with the parties and celebrations afterward.
During the final festival, he's still wearing green and has even painted under his eyes with green. It's the last day he'll be with the Gliders and he wants to make the most of the rest of his time on this planet.
He also wants to enjoy the celebratory vibe of the festival, and encourage others to do the same so he celebrates the Starstrikers' win while still celebrating the spirit of the Gliders. Plus celebrations mean food. And he's at a vendor right now getting something sweet to snack on. It's so good that he ends up exclaiming to the person nearest to him, even if they don't know him.]
Oh wow! Have you tried this? It's kind of amazing.
The Iskaulit - The Space Bar
[Sora is no strange to space travel by now, but the ships in the Fleet are so unluck the gummi ship that he feels as if he has to get used to it all over again. The Iskaulit is the worst one, because it's so massive. He wants to explore and see everything he can inside of that ship. There's always people here too, and so he gravitates towards the hub ship with some curiosity.
He's exploring new places when he enters the Space Bar - mostly because he wants to check it out. The atmosphere is very much like what it says on the door through - a bar.]
Uh... [He asks, while rubbing the back of his neck in embarrassment.] Is there an age limit for being in here?
Network
Hey everyone! I'm Sora and... [This is usually the part where he introduces Donald and Goofy, but they aren't around. He misses them, but he knows they wouldn't want him to dwell. Instead, he offers anyone watching a big smile.] I'm new here!
I've traveled around between worlds before, but this place seems different than what I'm used to. Anyone have any tips for not feeling antsy? My legs feel like they want to run around, and I'm not sure if that's the best way to make a first impression.
Network;;
The Iskaulit has a gym and a pool, but it's also big enough and feels less claustrophobic?
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Network;;
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Space bar~
Which is what leads her to the Space Bar to begin with. She's got a hubby to find, after all, but who she finds is in fact not Noctis but a young man she's not seen before. She blinks, and then a small smile curves at the corners of her lips as she approaches him from behind. ]
Would that I could tell you, but I'm afraid I've not spent much time in this particular area. Considering the nature, though, I would not be surprised if there was. [ She sounds amused rather than scolding, though, and her smile merely widens. ] Forgive me for being so rude, though. I am certain I've not had the pleasure of meeting you before. Have you only just arrived recently?
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Festival day!
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Jack Harkness | Whoniverse
[ Jack was never the sort to ever shy away from some new adventure, especially if it gave him the opportunity to find something new, or someone new. And of course, there was always that certain thrill that could only be found by diving headlong into something unknown where he may not even return home. It was a stupid idea, he knew, but it was an old habit that he just couldn't seem to shake.
He'd managed to get ahold of one of the more affordable masks, sadly unable to flirt his way to get parts for one of the nicer ones at the better price, but still, he wasn't particularly worried about his health. His mind was another story, and something he'd want to keep safe if the stories he'd heard were true. A man with as long of a life as Jack had and been to as many places as he had had much to fear and far too many demons he'd rather not get dragged out into the open.
He wasn't entirely sure what to expect when he came in through the mist, but the island that he'd picked stretched out for miles and miles, and was thick with strange and colourful foliage that stretched up and up through the mists, aching for the sun that lay beyond the blanket. Down below the canopy of trees was brush that tangled and wove itself along the ground, hiding whatever might have called it home rather effectively, and as Jack departed the vessel, he could feel the dense blanket of the forest floor, rife with dead leaves and what he would have called ferns. Aside from the mist, he found it was still rather humid, as one might have expected from a forest like this and made breathing through his makeshift mask somewhat difficult. Still, it could be exciting, especially if they were to find anything new or rare. ]
Well? Let's get to it, shall we? Sample bags ready.. no idea what we might find out here.
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He checks that his own mask is in place and that the mist isn't messing with his artificial arm. He still isn't used to the shiny metal limb and hasn't quite gotten comfortable with the idea that it won't rust or end up damaged by a spot of bad weather.
When it seems to be working just fine he grabs his own bag and follows Jack.]
True, but at least the company's nice.
[Flirting is always the best way for the elf to handle his nerves.]
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Izuku "Deku" Midoriya | My Hero Academia
[A lot of this is new, and a lot of it is overwhelming and Deku really hasn't had a lot of chances to sit down and digest everything. He's taken a lot of notes, sure. Several notebooks worth, but he really needs to sit down and work through them. But farming was something that was at least halfway familiar. It didn't take that much effort to pull a carrot out of the ground, blue or not.
The real trouble started when he'd decided to take a break and start going through his notes. Instead, Deku found himself face to face with a cow who seemed to be watching him intently. Granted, the animal was easy enough to ignore. At least until he heard the ripping sounds and found that the cow had taken a decent sized bite out of his book.]
H-hey! You can't eat that!
[And he goes to pull the notebook away. The cow responds with a chomp, yanking the book out of Deku's hands and taking to the sky.]
Give that back!
[Exploring - Yaugur]
[So farming wasn't his thing. Fair enough. There was more than enough to explore here. Though, based on what he'd heard about the Mist, it was enough to warrant concern]
If I'm going to do this, I'm going to need a mask. But which one is the best one to get based on the money I have. I'm not sure how far I want to go so I don't think I'll need one that's too expensive. It's mostly just to wander around and see what's out there...
[He'll just be staring at the masks and muttering to himself. In some ways, it's kind of off putting.]
[Wildcard]
[Have another idea? Come at me!]
[OoC: Deku's something of a new muse for me so I'm hoping to get some practice in. I'm also not caught up with the manga, and have mostly been following the anime.]
Farming - Yaugur / look who's here!
Ehhh!? It's flying so fast for such a huge cow!
[That poor notebook...]
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Exploring - Yaugur
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Fantomex | Marvel 616 | OU
[The business back home regarding never showing his face was simply a by-product of his telepathy-blocking plates having been embedded in his full face mask. As he...awoke on the Marsiva without it due to circumstances he thoroughly volunteered for, he isn't complaining. Besides. Jean-Phillipe is well aware he's a very attractive man, he was created to be after all, and literally made to be the charming, debonaire man currently smiling amicably at the comm feed. He's reclining on what must be his bunk bed, from the angle at least, and holding a brandy snifter in one hand, a dark amber liquid bobbing gently against the glass. When he speaks, his accent is French, or nearly Orlesian to all those Thedosians around.]
As infinitely charming as the intra-system World Cup of Yandrolla was, and as intriguing a mystery as this "Drade" is, I have a question for all you...veterans, or...those of tenure. Whatever it is you'd like to call yourselves: are we ever in a system long enough to actually enjoy it? Thus far, we've visited enough of an entire cultural system to write a travel brochure. Are we actually the Atroma's holiday advertisement, or is it their target audience has the collective attention span of a saccharine-addled preschooler?
action | Iskaulit - Library
[It's a blessing, the Iskaulit, and in more ways than one. It gets him away from the small confines of his ship, it gives him something to explore, things to experience, people to meet, something other than processed, food-flavored protein to eat, but also...the library.
Of course, as he's browsing what one can only call shelves in the vaguest of senses, he makes no effort to hide his look of disgust, or to mask the sound of frustration as he pulls yet another copy out of place from a shelf he was browsing.]
No catalog, minimal organization. Who organized these shelves, a half-intoxicated co-ed?
Library
He glanced over at the sound of disgust, arching a brow. ]
Try a prideful wizard, who I'm sure has a method to his madness.
[ What? He liked Felix, okay? ]
Though it's not like there's a real official system. People can take and put back as they please, as far as I know.
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Allura | Voltron: Legendary Defender
[ For all that she has seen of the system she grew up in, the galaxy, the surrounding universe, Allura is always able to find something new. This land mass in particular is a little foreign to her. She has seen sand and rock tumble off into the horizon, large canyons and dipping craters. Though she felt the most comfortable surrounded by green and foliage that reminded her of her home planet, the fun in exploring was experiencing something different.
Deserts, in and of themselves, weren't too different.
Except for one--or rather, several dozen things dotted across the landscape. ]
What is that?
[ A tall, imposing spiky green plant stands proudly before them. ]
I've never seen anything quite like it before.
Yangur System ★ Racing Birds
[ Allura has seen a fair number of battle steeds in her day, as well as other large animals for working and leisure. But she has never seen anything quite like the majesty of these Sharides. She is taken in by them immediately. Who wouldn't be? The variety of colors and styles to their plumage are enough to behold on their own. But the real fun is in the races.
Oh. Yes.
She's likely spent a little too long lingering around the tracks, watching them go around in circles and over obstacles, and sometimes unwieldily off course and into the stands. And after watching them, really, there is only one option left. So suddenly stands, announcing proudly to the person beside her: ]
I must ride one of them.
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[ Obligatory free for all option! If you have something in mind, don't hesitate to go with what your heart desires. ]
Exploring!
Like a cactus, apparently.
Lance grins over at Allura when she asks about it.]
That, princess, is what us Earthlings call a cactus. I mean, this isn't Earth, so this is more of a...space cactus? But it looks just like the ones back from our planet. They're kinda pretty, but don't get too close, 'cause they're prickly too.
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Bird Racing
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peter parker | the amazing spider-man which is not the mcu
[ peter had done this since . . . well, a long time. sometimes, he and his uncle would head off to central park with some fancy kite peter had concocted in his room with a dubious amount of duct tape and string that he is recently testing out. this one has . . . similar applications of duct tape, but at least it has a proper shape. of a spider. shh, peter has only so many ideas and really, he wanted to try out the material in a higher atmosphere, so he could switch out his spandex for something else — oops kite veering off course and tangled itself with another person's kite. peter makes a ohhh shit face, scrunching up his nose. ]
Is — Is that yours? I'm so sorry.
[ ii. this is a stick up / dealing with pirates ]
[ apparently no matter where you go, there's always someone trying to do the wrong thing. it's almost boring in a way. peter absently chews on his lip as these pirates give some spiel about robbing the rich, etc etc, we're terrible people but man we love to pontificate. unfortunately, he's not wearing the suit, so he's got to play the part a little longer. when the pirates come closer in order to frisk him of his belongings, peter pretends to yawn, stretching his arms and ""accidentally"" knocking one pirate into all the others, making them collapse like bowling pins. blinking owlishly, he adjusts his glasses. ]
Uh, did I do that?
[ iii. "we have to be greater than what we suffer" - the mists ]
[ peter isn't sure what happened. his spider-sense had alerted him, but it came upon him so suddenly. it was her voice, penetrating the fog that had him stopping. a single scream that peter has never been able to banish. and it keeps looping, over and over. nothing but that sound that makes his knees go weak, his head bowed. his fingers clutch his glasses, wiping his face with a whimper. he wants it to stop but he can't move. if he moved, he wouldn't hear her voice anymore.
and peter didn't know if he could bear that. ]
[ wildcard ]
[ pick something from either two systems and i will roll with it! ]
kite flying!
Here you go.
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Freya Vaughn | Original Character
While she was totally the perfect contestant for this kind of thing. It was poorly timed. She'd been traveling to Montana with Cat. Montana, of all places. It's been over twelves years since she'd been home. Was this fates cruel way of telling her that this was a bad fucking idea? Or maybe it was a great idea and someone was just fucking with her. What was the phrasing for that??? Facing your fears? Maybe. Well, she didn't have to do that anymore... so why worry about it?
Except that she did worry... This was what relieve and annoyance felt like.
Freya pursed her lips together and a loud clear whistle echoed through the ships interior. "I can whistle! That's a plus." She had no issues with talking to herself. In part because no one else would listen, also because she rather liked the sound of her own voice.
"Hello~ other contestants of fate or the beginning of Dead Space 4. Time to say hi."
That was kind of like a welcome??? Maybe Freya should say hi like a normal person. Oh well, too late now.
NETWORK
Can you hear me... Sorry I got a song stuck in my head. Sadly, it wasn't a very good song. !ANYWAY! I wanted to do a shout out, also the basic, hello, how do you do sort of deal. I'm Freya. Not that interesting except that my name is pretty cool. It probably sounds cooler when you aren't reading it via texting but you know, shit happens.
Anyway, anyone who has more of a 411, that'd be awesome. Specifically, I'm hoping a few people I know aren't here. AKA. I am NOT saying their names or even risk typing them but there are definitely people in this universe, my universe, every universe who I want to avoid.
So poke me. Like, throwing sheep on Facebook style. If you're up for that kind of conversation.
Really, the sum up is that I'm new. I need assistance.
Thanks
Awesome
OH! QUESTION! This is actually pretty important for me. I know we do the E.T. planet thing but is there a good place to run on these ships? I am asking for a friend. This is important.
Thanks again.
Later~
WILDCARD
[ooc: Hello! Freya is a werewolf and I'm happy to have people meet her as a wolf as well. Let me know what you want cuz I need samples! She's sassy and small, coming about 5' tall. She has a lot of information on her journal too if you're interested it's there! Otherwise hit me up!!!]
text; network
[Which sucks. These things usually translate better than this.]
There's a mountain on the Iskaulit.
And yeah. No shit. A mountain.
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morgana | persona 5 | ota
[ the crew of a pilot-less ship may find themselves aruptly pulled out of auto-pilot with a gentle tug. anyone nearby may hear some distressed noises coming from the front of the ship, where the pilot would sit.
any crew member entering will be treated to a sight. on the back of the pilot's seat is a little note that says 'sorry! we're still working on the seat and buttons!'. and scampering across the array of buttons is a bipedal black cat in what can only be called a ninja outfit. ]
Augh! How am I supposed to work under these conditions?!
[ it's apparent from how short he is, that he can't hit all the buttons from the seat. running around and avoiding hitting any he doesn't need, he presses a button with his foot, trying to jump up to hit a switch and missing at first. when he spots you, he points immediately. ]
Hey! Flip those two switches for me!
[ if you teach a cat to fish ]
[ you may also hear distressed noises coming from the galley. when anyone arrives, morgana has climbed up the side of the dispenser unit, being too small to operate it normally, and is scrolling through the options. his ears are getting lower and lower to his head, tail flicking in irritation. ]
Chicken, teriyaki, banana? Come on, you have to have some kind of seafood! I'll even take whitefish!
flying!
She's stuck just staring for a moment, but when he tells her to flip the two switches, she shakes her head to snap out of it and reaches over to flip them!
Then flips a different one that, as a fellow pilot augment, she knows will slow things down a little bit more effectively than the maneuver he was attempting. fjdskl ]
What--... Who--... Who are you?
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Connor | Detroit Become Human
I am afraid I do not understand the meaning of this festival. [Connor admitted, holding up the brightly colored kite that he had been steamrolled into purchasing. Brown, synthetic eyes scanned the kite, noting that it had been well made. He gave it a few experimental twirls, before dropping it back at his side.]
Are we testing this world's aerodynamics? Or is this a way to pass the time until our departure from this planet?
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I think the point is to have fun!
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Khadgar | World of Warcraft
[ When the feed initializes, it's clearly on the bridge of whatever ship he's been assigned to, but the older gentleman isn't paying too much attention to the controls or other readouts so much as he's looking forward, through the view windows, out at the great expanse of, well, space. ]
Truly remarkable!
[ The words are spoken more to himself than anything as he taps his chin, then, as though remembering he turned on the comm link in the first place, he smiles and looks over to the camera. ]
Ah, yes. I had a question for the lot of you. How many have the Atroma brought here who are familiar with the travel between worlds? If so, how does this differ from your own mechanics? If not, what fits with what you know of reality? What required...thought adjustment?
Iskaulit - Library
[ To be fair, the library leaves a lot to be desired, but Khadgar can be found, wandering amid the semi-organized tomes, scanning the titles on one spine or another, looking momentarily pleased with one title and pulling it from a shelf only to frown a moment later and replace it. ]
By the Light, there must be something here on transplanar and temporal flux...transdimensional shift...something...
[ Trans-what now? ]
Video
[Her own world is sort of made up of layers. Worlds in their own right. It's complicated.]
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Library - Voice testing here too, so sorry if a bit off, still getting there
I am more than happy to help, omg
Nice to find cast mates around :)
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Lotor | Voltron: Legendary Defender
Unique technology and the way different species got around the limitations of their planet's particular environment have always deeply interested Lotor. It was a shame that in his own universe his own people were more likely to harvest only the most rudimentary aspects of these cultures and cull the rest. The metal steps groan softly with each step the Galra prince takes down the rickety and (quite plainly, by the rust and missing steps) old stairway. The mist below whips up in a storm, swirls of purple and green amongst the overwhelming beige; a very good reminder to watch each step lest the wind lift him off the side of the island to the dark below.
In comparison this is hardly the most dangerous thing he's done, but each step is thrilling all the same. It might be a bit vain of him to think it, but having spent 10,000 years in his universe there was little that still proved of interest and mystery. Having to start back at block one, with none of the resources he had taken so miserably for granted, was proving as thrilling as it was frustrating. Digging into the source of these island's ability to remain upright despite the intense gravity of this gas planet may prove useful in the future.
The next step groans a little more than Lotor likes, and he is quick to abandon it despite the risks of taking the next three so quickly. Three become ten as the steps crumble behind him, and a curse bubbles up behind his teeth as he makes the only choice; proceed forward or die. A light just ahead catches his eye, even as the mist gets denser, and he darts to the left off one step, cutting into a small space that, surprisingly, is already occupied. The gravity is different in here, and he digs in his heels to try to keep from ramming into the other person, catching one arm on a console just a moment too late to keep from nearly knocking the other person over.
"My apologies," Lotor straightens, frowning as he looks over his shoulder at the whirlwind outside, the mouth of the passage way crumbling along with the majority of the stairway. "...On multiple fronts."
02 - Construction
Defeating the monster that is constantly terrorizing this planet is a good distraction from the obvious pressing issue of being so far from his empire that there was no reigning in the scattered, tumultuous factions of his people. For as far as he could possibly imagine, there was nothing but disaster waiting for him if he was capable of returning, his ships, his plans, the universe he knew.... what would be left of it when he returned?
Lotor rests his chin in his hand, frowning at the shuttle in front of him. Engineering was not outside his scope of understanding, but that was in a universe where the technology was familiar and responded easily. The learning curve for this planet's resources was frustratingly steep, especially with the deadline being 'as soon as possible'. There's a sound in the distance, and Lotor turns from his place cross legged on the floor, papers with different blueprints and calculations written on them scattered around him, to face his crewmate who just entered. There was simply no way for any goal to be accomplished in this universe without assistance, and as such the Galra prince puts on his most amiable voice, rising to meet them.
"Welcome back, were you able to locate the part?"
03 - WILDCARD
[Any ideas? Hit me up!]
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"Goodness." Her tone is mild, and clipped British. "You certainly know how to make an entrance. Are you all right?"
That the passageway and stairs behind him seem to have crumbled away doesn't seem to faze her overly much. Katie makes her own doorways.
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HELLO MOTHER
MY SON
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oh ho ho ho
these two!
The best/worst pair up
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asami sato | legend of korra
[ asami is absolutely fascinated with the technology she's come across, the concept of space travel, and the existence of other planets and lifeforms. she isn't a stranger to different dimensions--the spirit world does exist, after all--but to fly beyond the moon and the stars in the sky is absolutely breathtaking. to some, maybe the technology on drade isn't foreign at all, but to asami, this is more advanced than anything she could have ever thought of for future industries. it's certainly impressive, and she's trying to remember everything she can about this place so she can take new ideas with her back home.
whenever that'll be. ]
Engineering's what's keeping this planet afloat? [ she certainly sounds excited about it! ] Impressive... How did they manage to do something like this?
racing birds.
[ the sharides aren't satomobiles, but they sure look fun to ride on. she's ridden on animals before (mostly naga), but riding on a giant bird-like creature sounds like a thrill of its own kind. and...she misses racing, period. she hasn't done it in a long while. and while it's a bummer that korra, mako, and bolin aren't here, she thinks that maybe someone else will be up for the challenge.
she's spectating a race going on, and she'll turn to whoever happens to be nearby with a little smirk on her face. ]
Feel like going for a spin? I'll race you.
network: video.
[ asami debated on whether or not to make a broadcast like this--and it's certainly fascinating, how this sort of technology is capable of doing such a thing--but she's excited about learning how to pilot one of these airships, and she figures that if there's one way to make a good first impression, it's to offer assistance to anyone who needs it.
the feed turns on, and it's a new face: a young woman with long black hair tied back into a ponytail and bright green eyes. she's smiling pleasantly at the camera. ]
Hi, everyone. My name is Asami Sato, and I'm brand new to the Fleet. I'm not very familiar with space travel--it's something that we've never thought would be possible in our time, back where I'm from, so any tips on what to expect would be appreciated.
That being said, I've figured out how to pilot one of these airships; I'm waiting at [x,y] and I'm getting ready to take off to the next island at [x,y]. If anyone needs a lift, just let me know and I'd be more than happy to have you on board.
wildcard.
[ hmu with anything! ]
a way of life
At her impromptu remark, he looks up... and keeps looking up... he's at least four or five inches shorter than Asami, maybe more. Light.]
I still haven't ruled out the possibility of magic. Maybe it isn't outwardly apparent, or something that can be sensed, but there must be some extraordinary property in the materials they use.
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Romelle | Voltron: Legendary Defender
Oh! OH! They're so close!
[Romelle is quite literally nearly on the edge of her seat, leaning enthusiastically forward. She might have never really participated in sports within the colony but it's clear she's enjoying herself in watching these. The current event is a race and Romelle is so into it's almost charming.
A cry rises from the crowd and Romelle participates right along with it, throwing her arms in the air and shouting full-force.]
YOU CAN DO IT!
II. Exploration {Yaugur System}
[This whole outing had begun with Romelle dubious at best and she seems apt to stay that way. Exploring the mist had been rejected entirely by her with the raise of a brow and the purse of her lips being enough indication of just how little she liked the idea.
This outing was all about confirming a local legend. Romelle had listened raptly to the tale herself.]
It is a very interesting legend and all, I'll admit that. Isn't it a bit too much to go hunting down a legend however? You never know, it might be something with a few too many sets of teeth. Or slimy hands.
III. Network + Action;
[Adjust the view. Peer at the communicator a moment... perfect! The blonde holding the device gives a light wave to the camera itself.]
Hello there, everyone! I'm Romelle. I don't mean to take up much of your time but I do have a quick question.
[There's an almost British accent to her tone. And now she presents one of the protein solids dispensed in the dining area. It's wheat and it wobbles as she shakes her hand back and forth.]
Is this supposed to be quite this flexible?
IV. Wildcard
[Feel free to hit me with any other prompts you have in mind.]
1!
[Of course he can do it! Shiro has been racing for years, back in the Garrison it was one of his favorite ways to spend his breaks. So he races at every planet he can too, usually dragging Keith and Lance with him.
He wins this race with no difficulty and, after leaving the speeder with the mechanics for any necessary fixes, he approaches certain Altean in the audience with an amused smile and his helmet under his hand.]
Thanks for all the cheering. Not interested in riding too? [Is he offering? Sure sounds like it.]
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I THOUGHT I RESPONDED TO THIS FOREVER AGO I'M SO SORRY
LOL it's alright
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hermione granger | crau (df memories)
[ Waking up, Hermione knows she recognises this place. She knows what the Marsiva looks like and the first thing she does is lie there, something soft and fond on her face, something warm settling over her. She touches the bed, reaches up, her fingers distant from the feeling, but... It feels a little bit like coming home. She had lived on the Fleet for so long that she just knows it, and the urge to wrap herself around the blankets and laugh is almost a little overwhelming.
Sitting up, she tucks herself on the headboard of the bed, pulling her knees up to her chest before she turns on the camera. ]
Hello, everyone. I... I'm not sure who might remember me, but it looks like I'm back. Did I miss anything important?
ISKAULIT
[ As soon as she's shuffled, the first thing Hermione does is make her way to the library on the Iskaulit. She makes herself home there, wandering around and drinking in the familiar books, feeling warm and content and happy to be surrounded by something she likes so very much. She spends hours in there and can be found at any point, wrapping herself in the familiarity of something she had loved so deeply when she had first been here.
The next thing she spends her time on is the garden she had set up with Anders. She was nervous stepping inside, but seeing it almost like it was - there's new things, of course, and she's sure someone else had been taking care of it - makes her feel warm, her hands dropping down to her side as she looks it over. She's not entirely sure it's her place to storm in and start to take care of things, but she wanders up and down the plants all the same, making sure they're growing well, that there are no weeds, nothing to worry about.
Otherwise, she can be found walking around the ship, enjoying the quiet, relearning the layout and the bars and everything that is so familiar to her, fondness on her face as she goes. ]
WILDCARD
[ Find Hermione on whichever ship she's shuffled on, on the planet or message her! ]
Iskaulit
Once that's taken care of, he programs one of the shuttles to take him to the Iskaulit. He isn't sure if the library is still there, but he has to at least attempt to find it. If nothing else, perhaps her scent will still linger amongst those of the books and the couches where so many hours were spent together.
As he gets closer, his footsteps slow down and he can feel his heart racing. What will he do if she's not there? It's not something he's thought about, let himself think about. However, he's no coward and there's only one way to really know for sure. And no, he will swear on Ifrit's fire that his hand is not shaking as he touches the doorframe to enter the library that once belonged to the woman he loves. Even still he can say that.]
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Veronica | Voltron: Legendary Defender
[While Veronica has a vague idea of what's going on, she's hoping to find more information on where they are and really just anything that can give her a clearer understanding of the situation she's found herself in. Considering everything, she's handling it pretty well, though to be fair, her planet did get invaded abruptly and she took that one like a champ. She can be found in an armchair surrounded by a multitude of books of all subjects, scowling over her glasses at the one in her arms.]
Ugh, this isn't helping.
b. iskaulit bar
[Okay, so the library wasn't quite the success she was hoping for, but...that's okay. Veronica is going to figure this out. Wandering around the Iskaulit, she finds the dive bar and promptly makes herself at home. She doesn't really have much coin of her own, but through some flirting, she manages to con a few strangers into buying her a drink or two. That accomplished, she retreats to a corner to nurse her drink and mull over what's going on.]
c. iskaulit pool
[As soon as she hears there's a pool, Veronica is totally on board. She doesn't have a swim suit or a towel, but that hardly stops her, and instead she just strips down to her tank top and a pair of pink panties before leaping into the water with a laugh and a massive splash. If anyone's in the pool already, they may have to deal with a bright eyed McClain cannonballing in beside them.]
d. wild card - choose your own scenario
B
He's just about to sit down at a table near the corner that he spots her.
There's a crash as his drink drops to the floor.]
V-V-V-Veronica?!?
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OH NO I FORGOT SHE'S AHEAD OF HIM
YUP plus the three year timeskip too...
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Hunk | Voltron: Legendary Defender
I. Iskaulit Engineering Room
Hunk, of course, had no equipment to bring in, but looking around the engineering room would at least give him an idea of what sort of tech and machinery this fleet had and what sorts of people might be operating and repairing the various components. So he'd walked in, ready to apologize to anyone in the room itself, but there didn't seem to be anyone in there on first glance. There was quite a bit of stuff, though, and he roamed around pretty happily, sometimes making exclamations like "Wow!" and "I haven't seen one of these in years!" or even "I thought these went out of use hundreds of years ago! This is awesome!"
Yep. The nerd is exceedingly happy.
II. Iskaulit Gardens
He'd always been a fan of nature, so Hunk was drawn to the gardens the moment he saw them. There was just something peaceful about plant life, and this place looked like it had quite the variety!
It had been quite some time since he'd been able to just stroll through a garden, and this was rather peaceful. He decided to take advantage of it and check out whatever weird plants they might have on offer here. It was space, after all.
III. Wildcard!
Hunk's pretty personable and would be wandering around exploring, so feel free to come bother him anywhere! He's also probably found a kitchen someplace and happily settled in to cook a thing or fifty, so that's always an option too.
III! In the kitchen of whatever ship Hunk ends up on
It doesn't take Lance long at all to track Hunk down in the kitchen of the ship he's been stationed on. He grins, all but bouncing in, leaning against one of the counters.
"Hey, good lookin', whatcha got cooking?" he asks brightly.
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no worries, mine are completely basic xD
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Taako | The Adventure Zone
[So this is a ship that he doesn't have to worry about crashing into some swamp or desert or Pan/Oghma/Whoever Knows What because someone was a little late in pulling the lever. That's nice. Sort of. The whole kidnapped and being stuck on a spaceship waaaaay far from the Bureau and any of his friends was, well, shitty, but he could deal.
Especially since he had an audience. Who cares if he can't see them? If he knows they're there, that's good enough, and since he's been blessed to have been put in the one place he knows he can be useful, he's living it up.]
This kitchen is toootally below standards, but that doesn't mean you can't still spice it up, dear viewers.
[There's a dark-skinned wizard in the kitchen of the ship. Whose ship? Who knows. But he's here and he's talking to the air, it seems.]
All you need is a little Prestidigitation and voila!
[Sparks explode out of the mixing bowl he has in his hands and he holds it to some imaginary camera to show a beautifully rainbow-colored batter.]
Some absolutey bitchin' rainbow cookies are coming out of this and you're going to hate yourself for not being here to try them.
[Is he talking to you now? Maybe? Try to interrupt him and see what happens.]
★ Marsiva
[The novelty of being constantly on watch is starting to wear off, so Taako is going to blow off some steam in the only way he knows how - fabulously.
He doesn't have to worry about conserving his spell slots here because he can nap any time he wants, so observe: a flip wizard doing some absolutely exquisite and completely unnecessary magic in a relatively open part of the Marsiva. He's shooting sparks in the air, he's throwing fireballs around, he's releasing Evard's Black Tentacles and making a general nuisance of the area.
And when he's done, he busts out a spectral rainbow binicorn and just lounges on top of it, staring up at the ceiling. He should be thankful for this downtime, but UGH is he bored.]
You know, Garyl...I almost miss the times when I had someone to kill and something to do.
[The binicorn shrugs in a way only spectral horses can and says: You do you, buddy. ]
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