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driftfleet_ooc2018-06-23 07:27 pm
thespaceopera) wrote in driftfleet_ooc2018-06-23 07:27 pm
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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!
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Test drives are posted SEASONALLY, so the next one will be in September!
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[She loves you, you dingbat, but she's not here to serve you. She does take some small comfort in the fact that he's staying; she's got no illusions about it being for her, of course - there's a lot of things that could be done in a kitchen if she had some intent to harm him and his crew - but selfishly, she wants him here with her.
Eventually she'll have to leave. This isn't her ship, and she's not exactly welcome here yet. There's no trust on his end. But hey, for now, she can just earn her keep and take what she can get.]
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[He comes over, leaving enough space between them to be comfortable and safe. He has his new focus sitting comfortably in his pocket and she has her hands wet, so if she moves suddenly, at least??? He'll have time?? Or just get wet and dead at the same time. What an ignoble way to go. Death by suds.
He grabs two towels, one for over his shoulder and the other for actually drying and waits for the first set to come out.]
I don't think I could handle it if you, me, and my mom had the same face.
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She leaves her hands carefully sunk into the water and away from him, mindful of the distance he keeps. When he reaches for a dish to dry her hands are below the surface, never setting one in the rack when he's near it. She hates the idea of him flinching away from her or something- better to not risk it.]
I don't remember what she looked like.
[They lost them too early and have lived far too long for her to hold on to those memories. What's to remember? Soft hands, stern faces, a couple of graves they never bothered to visit? Taako's her family, that's all she's ever needed.]
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[What? Why would she remember what his mother looked like? Did she know his mother? How would she know her? His mother died when he was so young, he couldn't even really remember her all that well. He thought--
Ow fuck.
The static climbed in his ears again and he reached up, touching his forehead to stave off the headache. It's so loud right now as he tries to remember his early years that it's almost deafening. Alright, time to forget this and move on. He focuses instead on drying dishes.]
Oookay, sure, thanks for more static there, Lup.
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...Sorry. It's hard to know what's safe until I get it out there, y'know?
[Lucretia's always been super smart and very, very thorough. It's probably fair to assume that nothing's safe at this point.
This fucking sucks.]
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Setting a dry dish down, he rolls his head to the side to look at Lup.]
Here's a tip: anytime I think about the past, there's a part of it I can't see - a huge chunk of it is just gone - and it's annoying.
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But all he'll hear is static, or he'll hear it and try to think about it and get static, and there is literally no winning this. The only way to avoid the static is to be dead or a lich and that's not something she wants to either suggest or have happen to him.
She looks sidelong at him for a series of seconds, brows furrowed, frustrated and just- tired, in truth. Tired of missing him, of losing things. At least that's one thing they still have in common.
Barry would probably know what to do, but he's not here, either.
Fucking. Suuuuuucks.
She looks away again, back to her dishes.]
Okay, you know what? Fuck it. The past is the past, who wants to talk about that, anyway? While we're stuck here you're not working for the BoB, and I'm not doing the Red Robe stuff, we're just Lup and Taako, a couple of rad wizards. So, y'know.
[She lifts a sudsy hand to two-finger salute him.]
Nice to meet you.
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[He puts another dish down and returns the salute with his dish towel hand.
This will make it easier. He won't have to think about how Kravtiz said there was a lich or some dark energy inside his umbrella. He won't have to think about how it wrote her name or how she shares his face. He won't need to worry about what he does and doesn't remember and how their relationship is hanging like a thread right in front of him.
He can go back to pretending he's just a simple ol' wizard with some sick ass spells and sweet, sweet skills. That makes his life easier and he's more than happy to settle for easy right now. He stacks up the clean mixing bowls and utensils and spins the whisk around in his hand before sliding it back into the utensil holder.]
So........ truce?
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[It's not what she wants, or what she needs. But it's what she's got for now.
And... it's more than what she had before. Tentatively, she smiles.
She's Lup. She's Lup and Lup is stronger than this, stronger than anything. She'll survive this, like she's survived everything that came before. The Hunger won't get her, the relics won't wreck her, the fucking stupid lich-eating umbrella she made didn't destroy her and this, this, this wall that lies between them, she'll chip away at it until it's thin enough to Kool-Aid her way through it.
Yeah, she's got this.]
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He gets the feeling she's going to keep trying and, even if he can't remember the past, maybe they can? Become friends? Who knows. It's not like he has that many friends at all. Allies maybe? Cooking....buds?
Eh.
Taako shrugs and nods, then has Mage Hand open the cabinets so he can more easily put the bowls and dishes away.]
Btws, leave the macarons here. I'll feed them to my crew and see which ones they like better.
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[Said with the confidence of someone who's been baking them for over a hundred years and knows how good her cookies are, thank you. Not that Taako isn't exactly the same way about his. The argument of who's cooking is better is one that has existed since they first started to learn, and a bit of a memory gap sure as shit isn't going to change that now.
Dishes done, she drains the sink and dries her hands, before snagging one more macaron off the top of the pile to munch. She can make more on her own ship later, so he can keep the rest, but it's important to her that he sees her eating them. Maybe, once he sees that no one in his crew is keeling over afterwards, he'll be bold enough to try one himself.]
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[He's certain it's going to be his. He didn't run Sizzle It Up with Taako for as long as he did and became a massive success without being a freaking amazing chef. He grins and tosses the towels onto the counter, watching as she eats one of her own creations.
He's still going to wait until his crew eats one to try one himself though. He's seen what happens when transmutations go wild.]
I'll hit you up on the farspeech thingy they gave us when they have a decision, huh?
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[She licks her fingers of the last of the crumbs, reading the room- knowing that she needs to go. She's run out of excuses to be here, and outstaying her welcome would just make him distrust her more, or worse, resent her attempts at making nice. She has to go back. It's tough, though. It's been a long time now since she's been anywhere but at her brother's side, even if her presence had been unknown and stuck inside a magical object. She'll have to get used to running solo again for a while.
Hmm.
Okay, then-]
Try not to cry when you admit defeat!
[And she gestures deftly with a hand, dashing out of the kitchen- with a little Mage Hand floating along behind her, four fingers curled around one more stolen rainbow cookie, the middle finger lifted proudly in the air.
Just because she's trying to get on his good side doesn't mean he can't get used to her personality!]
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[He flips her off too as she leaves and chuckles a little. There's that weird sense of familiarity again and it's almost sad when she leaves. Weird.
But once he's certain she's not anywhere near, he immediately zooms in on those macarons and checks them. He wishes he still had his salt shaker, but oh well. He pops one in his mouth and chews, blinking as the flavor hits his tongue.]
...Well fuck.
[It was good.]