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Autumn Test Drive
THE AUTUMN TEST DRIVE MEME
(Or Spring Test Drive for you Southern Hemisphere folks!)
Got someone you want to try out before you app? Well this is the post for it! Feel free to use anything that fits in the setting of Drift Fleet! Want to play bumper shuttles? Want to go wild in a med bay? Play around with the current plot? Have at it!
Threads from the Test-Drive may be made game "canon" but DO NOT count toward AC!
FOR NEW PLAYERS: You DO NOT NEED an invite to participate in the TEST DRIVE! If you decide to APP into the game, ONLY THEN will you need an invite from a current player!
Helpful Info for Ideas!:
Test drives are posted SEASONALLY, so the next one will be in December!
Shin-Ah | Akatsuki no Yona
[There probably aren't many who could find utter fascination on a garbage planet but here is someone who can. After the initial worry over his friends (don't get him wrong, he's still super worried), he has begun the task of getting familiar with where he is. However, there's just...so much to look at! He wanders about the shops with his mouth almost in a permanent "o" shape as a result. What is this place that has so many things to see?
Stopping at one point, he can be found looking at some sort of steamer/beauty mask combo machine. It's kind of hard to tell honestly. Shin-Ah certainly doesn't know what it is as he pokes a button and jumps back started as a puff of steam flies at him.
You'll have to forgive him. All this technology stuff is new to him.]
Iskaulit - Exploring
[When he's not exploring shops, he's probably found on the Iskaulit wandering about and poking his head in places. Everything is so amazing to him that he just has to see it all. So is it your room here that he's poked his head into? Or have you come across him randomly?
Honestly he's not that hard to spot since he's tall with a mask on his face that has white fur attached to it and draped over his head. At first he might seem very intimidating but if you watch him for long enough you'll see there's just something so utterly innocent about him. He definitely doesn't seem like he's going to harm anyone here.
Nope. He just wants to know what is going on in that there room there. Or that one. Or that one.]
Iskaulit - Hungry
[Well, he's come to the point where the call of hunger has come to him. Crouched near a wall in one of the halls, he sort of draws random patterns with his finger on the floor as he wonders where he can get food. That's probably the thing he hasn't quite figured out here.
Which means that he's now just there. Stomach growling. Loudly.
He's very hungry okay. Feed him? Please?]
Planetside
...and just as confused by that strange machine as Shin-Ah. He knows there are others who are a part of this weird fleet, but he hasn't met most of them yet. Still, this one's confusion pretty much gives him away. His tone is slightly petulant, though it's more out of slight annoyance at his own confusion than anything.]
What are you doing?
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Iskaulit - Some Rando Hallway
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Kadaj | Final Fantasy VII Compilation
[He awakes with a small grunt of annoyance. This wasn't right. Mother said they were going somewhere warm and happy, that he and his brothers would be together again, but looking around this place, it was cold and lonely...]
...Mother...?
[He rises, wandering about the room, his expression becoming more and more distraught.] ...Mother? Where did you go?
[And suddenly, that strange boy in the gratuitous amounts of leather...dissipates into a cloud of dark gray, and floats towards a vent only to...spread and then fall back to the ground, re-manifesting into that same, silver-haired, green cat-eyed boy...only this time, he looks, well, pissed.]
Who are you? What have you done with Mother? Where is this?
II. The Baruut System - A Settlement Somewhere!
[Kadaj is first struck by the fact that this place at the end of the universe it seemed was a lot like Edge, the place Big Brother and his friends lived, lives reassembled from so much trash. He still had a hard time understanding why humans would want to live like this, building houses out of the refuse of other lives.
Then again, he thought, as he wandered down a street, too-green cat's eyes moving curiously over the hodge-podge assemblies roughly resembling buildings, weren't he and his brothers just houses built from refuse? He shook his head quickly to clear that particular line of thought, silver hair masking his slightly distraught expression. Mother had gotten what she'd wanted with him, but it'd all been for nothing in the end...]
...a junkyard. Hmm. [He looked around thoughtfully, mind finally on a task again.] ...I wonder if they have weapons, here? One man's trash, right? [He laughs in a sing-song sort of way at his own joke.
...Loz would have laughed. He missed his brothers.]
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rayla | the dragon prince
[ rayla knew she had to leave some generalisations behind. the world is far, far bigger than she ever expected to be. there's no point in holding onto old grudges and stereotypes from centuries past and in a way, she's moved past many. but when she sees people rifling through junk or leaving junk, rayla can't help commenting loudly. ]
Really? You don't have better things to do?
[ ii. clothes shopping. ]
[ if you're shopping for clothes, you'd probably see a white-haired elf complaining to the store manager. ]
Gloves for people with four fingers. That can't be too much to ask for.
[ iii. network post. ]
Do you think anyone has the power to change the world?
[ iv. wildcard ]
[ got a prompt in mind? feel free to toss it here! ]
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Taako, flip wizard sun elf, is shopping his little heart out and already has an impressive amount of boxes and bags floating behind him carried by a Mage Hand spell when he hears the complaint.]
That has to be one hell of a story if you lost a finger on both hands, m'dear.
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KVN | Final Space
[Look at that nearly brand new looking thing! How did someone just throw that away!? What a find! What a score! And now there's a robot stealing it away RIGHT as you were trying to pick it up.] Ohh! And this is mine! [He grabs another item nearby.] And this is too. Oooh! And this is extra mine!
Arena
[Opps. KVN has wandered by accident into a fighting arena. He floats there for a moment looking confused before a giant monster charges at him.] Whoops. [He takes off his his arms flying around in the air.] Whheeeeee! KVN is in trouble! [Help the robotic annoyance at your own risk.]
On a Ship
[Is this your room? Nope. It's KVN's room now as he bounces on the bed with no regard to your property. It's actually pretty amazing the bounce he's getting with no legs. Or maybe you just woke up because you could feel someone drawing on your face. Or perhaps you follow the smell of melted metal to find KVN welding the door to the bathroom shut. Or a number of other little annoyances around the place.]
Wildcard
[Create your own starter!]
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Sooner or later, you're going to run out of arms for carrying.
[ Offering help? Absolutely not. ]
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Riku || Kingdom Hearts
[ There are so many vendors with a wide variety of stuff, that it's a little overwhelming, but Riku is having a blast. He'd started the morning with a handful of odd screws and bartered his way up to a handful of credits and some small sculpture made of wire and bits of glass. Stopping at a place that had some clothes, he browses some racks, he pulls two jackets out and compares them up to himself. He might be bad at this. Where are Sora or Kairi when he needs them? ]
Arena
[ When he'd first signed up, the arena sounded like a lot of fun. It had been a while since he'd fought against anything, and he's itching for the opportunity again. With a weapon resembling a keyblade of cobbled-together junk, Riku looks at his teammate, then back at the monster they're supposed to be fighting. ]
It's a little bigger than I expected. I'll go left- think you can get behind it?
Iskaulit
[ Almost as soon as he was put on his own ship and gotten his bearings, Riku made a beeline for the bigger ship to have a look around. There was a lot more than he expected, but he's drawn to the pool. It's been a while since he's been able to swim, and though there's no beach or sun, it will work. He doesn't have a suit, but that doesn't really bother him. Once his shoes are off, he rolls his pants up and at least sticks his legs in for the moment. ]
Hmm. Not really the same.
Wildcard
[ Have a prompt? Throw it this way! Anything goes~ ]
Shopping
When he wanders by the clothing store, though, he gets distracted by a way too noticeable and familiar head of hair.]
There you are!
Shopping
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Rokurou Rangetsu | Tales of Berseria
[ Well, this is a fine introduction: He just got here, and already he’s been hauled off to the dump
like the garbage he is.Okay, honestly? At this point, he’s not about to be picky, as being on some kind of impossible spaceship has given him a whole new appreciation for land. Oh, land! Sweet, beautiful land. Land is good, land is great. Rokurou loves him some land, even if said land is littered with metal junk waste.
To be fair, he’s sure there’s treasure among the trash, like they say; but no way is he digging around to sift it out. Rather, he’ll peruse the shops -- as most people seem to be doing right now, given how bustling they are. He’s low on bargaining chips, (both literal and figurative), but he can still window shop, right?
And by that he means ’gawk at all the strange contraptions these people are pushing’. One salesman in particular is very keen on rehoming his product with Rokurou, who is just about fresh out of gentle ways to shoot him down. ]
Look, I don’t even know what one of those things is, alright? Why would you think I want something for it?
[ Spoilers: Whatever it is, it isn’t that uncommon in society; but this daemon here comes from a time predating most technology. So, it could very well be an electric toothbrush, for all he knows. Make something up and run with it! ]
[ While he’s here, he may as well make a little extra scratch. And really, what better way to do that -- and pass the time, to boot -- than to sign himself on as hired muscle? He’s got the skills to tackle just about whatever’s thrown at him; and then again, depending on who and/or what he’s up against, his looks alone might suffice. If not, then it’s combat practice he gets paid for. He fails to see the downside here.
...Well, except of course for the tiny issue that he doesn’t know whom, exactly, he’s tasked with for his first day on the job. He’s been given a name, sure; but one can’t exactly put a face to that, now can they? So he’s left keeping his head on a swivel, calling out to the first person who looks like they, too, might be seeking someone they have yet to find. ]
Hey! [ At least he’s friendly, if not refined. ] You lookin’ for me?
Mina Han | Battle Chef Brigade
[Mina is crouching at the edge of the lake, extremely concentrated on watching the fish swim. One second she's still and the other-- flash! A knife flies and stabs one of the creatures in the lake. She takes it out of the water by the knife and looks closely at its five eyes and wet multicolored scales.]
If the water isn't safe to drink, then how can we be sure the fish are safe to eat?
B. Action | Shopping
[She's looking for a nice set of knives and maybe a cute apron, but also for some cute things for her bedroom. The problem is... where to even start? This place is so confusing and she doesn't get what half of these products are.]
Why would I need a self-stirring mug? Why can't I stir my drink myself? [She doesn't get it! She walks a bit to the right, trying to ge a better look at a pile of barrettes, and shrieks when her shoulders bump against... something.] What is that even supposed to be?!
[Where is Ziggy when you need him...]
C. Network | Text
What does "instagram your food" mean and why is it so important for me to do it?
[Someone may've sold the idea to her a bit higher than it actually is.]
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[ Says the guy who is currently knee-deep in the water trying much the same thing. ]
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Yorak (keith) | Voltron | raised by Blades AU
[He may not have gotten to travel much with the Blades, but even he can admit this place....... is a dump. There's still the question of how or when he got here, where his blade is, where the Red Lion is, but the answers aren't immediately clear. He doesn't have his comm either; he'd probably get chewed up one side and down the other for disappearing, but at least the Blades would know where he is.
There may be something he can use in all this mess. So for right now, there's a lithe being clad in dark purple armor, hood, and mask covering his face digging through all this garbage.]
What is all this junk.
[Guess who's never seen an As Seen On TV shake-weight. Guess who is holding one right now.]
Market | This is the dollar store how good can it be
[He's found his way to the market. There isn't much he recognizes, and he has even less to barter with. But it's interesting to watch all these people make deals, argue, work things out. He never got to see this sort of thing growing up on the station.
Yorak may be lost, alone, and without some of his things, but at least he's getting to see new planets and experiences. He's still keeping his helmet-mask on and hood up, but he'll stop to watch any interesting exchange happening.]
Is every planet like this? [He's remarking to himself mostly. He'd only ever gone off-station for a few select excursions, and he was carefully watched and not allowed to go far on his own. But this place? It's like the Galra don't even exist.
Just don't mind the quiet guy armored up looming behind you watching.]
Network | new phone who dis
i dont know who this will reach but if anyone receives this im looking for something. a big ship in the shape of a lion, red colored
its pretty big. hard to miss.
[He wants to ask about the Blades, but well. a lifetime being drilled into him, he can't just ask about the Blades. Secret and all. ...Names should be okay though. Right?]
ulaz or kolivan. if youre in range and receive this, contact me.
market
[ Were you expecting an answer? Doesn't matter, you're getting one. Eithan's just bought a piece of fruit of some kind, and now, he's gonna go ahead and take a bite right out of it!
.... and then promptly make a face before making himself swallow it. Okay. That was a bad idea. He sighs and clears his throat. ]
A few planets we've hit haven't had anyone on 'em at all. Others have been like, dyin' practically, but then others have been so covered in forests and just life, and so full of magic, it's almost suffocatin'. So really, planets could be anything. It's crazy.
... By the way, uh, don't get one of these things. [ He wiggles the greenish-yellow round thing (with a chunk taken out of it) in his hand. ] Y'know. In case you were wonderin'.
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BRING IT LUP
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Cullen | Dragon Age (cw for mentions of addiction)
[This is all still so unbelievable, but Cullen has to admit that this unbelievable lake on this unbelievable planet is beautiful. It isn't often in his life he has a chance to simply stop for a moment and enjoy the scenery, is it? Always some report or drill or crisis to attend to... not to mention the persistent, nagging ache of lyrium withdrawal.
He can't feel it anymore. Whatever other concerns he has (and there are several, including so many new ones he's lost count) it seems as though withdrawal is no longer one of them. He feels free in a way he hasn't felt at any point in his adult life, even after willingly giving up lyrium.
He's found a quiet place along a mostly deserted stretch of the lake's shore, away from vacationers and prying eyes, and he's seated on a rock just... staring out at the lake. Breathing deep, enjoying the lack of pain. Enjoying the quiet.]
Iskaulit - Meditation Room
[At some point in his exploration Cullen runs across this quiet space and can't help but feel charmed by it. The candles and the atmosphere remind him a little of a Chantry, or at least the small chapel set up in Skyhold. It's a comforting sort of familiarity in a time and place that's sorely lacking in familiarity.
After ascertaining that there's no one else around, or at least no one that seems as though they'll be bothered by a bit of quiet prayer, he'll kneel and begin reciting part of the Chant of Light.]
There was no word
For heaven or for earth, for sea or sky.
All that existed was silence.
Then the Voice of the Maker rang out,
The first Word,
And His Word became all that might be....
[Feel free to interrupt! Otherwise he'll stop if he happens to notice footsteps nearby.]
Wildcard
[Got a different/better idea? Feel free to PM me via this account, hit me up at
As a side note, I don't have a strong preference for Cullen's world state. I'm happy to roll with whatever would work best/be the most fun for everyone :3 ]
Alloy Lake
Still, he looks back to the lake, an expression of genuine awe on his face.]
Now that's a hell of a view.
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Kravitz -|- The Adventure Zone - Balance
[ Kravitz doesn't make himself known until he's off of the Marsiva, in whatever ship he's been assigned to. ... Whatever that means. He shows himself around, and when he gets to what is to be "his" room, he stands outside of it and just... stares at the interior - the tiny, cramped, utterly barren interior. ]
... You're joking.
[ A little later, he finally attempts to address the network: ]
Is there anyone who can tell me exactly how often this place just bends all of the rules of, you know, physics and order? And for that matter, does anyone know how it manages to do this?
► 2) Gambling | you should know better than to try and cheat death
[ It should surprise absolutely no one to find Kravitz in the midst of all these games of chance - cards, dice, roulettes... no matter the form it takes, there is one (1) very interested bounty hunter looking into it.
He's in the middle of a game of cards with some shady-looking individuals, and though things start out just fine, over time, they start pushing the envelope. Counting cards, sleight-of-hand shuffling, even straight-up changing the rules mid-game. After a point, Kravitz has had enough. One of them attempts to play a clearly rigged hand, and Kravitz looks them dead in the eye. A hooded cloak appears around him, hood over his head and suddenly, his face appears to be a skull. The cheater recoils with a yelp, dropping almost an entire stack of out-of-play cards they'd been using this whole time. They quickly gather whatever they can before taking off running.
The others at the table look back to Kravitz, who is already back to looking completely normal. He picks up the real deck of cards, and starts shuffling. ]
Well all right, how about another game -- a fair one this time?
► 3) Trash dump | make a wish on a shooting star-- nope that's just garbage. how fitting.
[ Kravitz is not used to having so much time to kill, and having no idea what to do with himself, he decides he might as well see what sights the planet has to offer. He does some shopping in one of the major cities near Alloy Lake, swings by said lake to curiously ponder how it is a body of water could turn so green without any trace of magical influence, and even wanders far enough into the outskirts to see others rummaging through the piles for anything remotely useful. He notices all kinds of people doing this - adults, children... groups and individuals. Doesn't matter. It really does seem to be part and parcel to life in this world. ... It's... strangely fascinating.
He notices everyone looking up to the sky and pointing excitedly, and when he looks up for himself, he sees it too: a bright light, slowly moving across the sky. A shooting star? He's never really seen anything like it before! He stands with other onlookers, watching it get bigger, bigger... ... Oh. Yeah, that's not a star. Just some garbage. That's going to hit the ground a little ways away.
Although his excitement is quickly gone, the locals apparently couldn't be happier! With excited whoops and hollers, they pile into pods and scooters and other vehicles, and take off at top speed toward the impact point. Kravitz is left just... staring. ]
These people... have the strangest priorities.
► wildcard | make a perception check
(( hit me with whatever you'd like! I'm flexible~ If you wanna discuss, I'm at
gambling!
helloooo, she knows that face. With a smirk, Lup scoops up the fallen credits and saunters over to the table, stepping over the fallen chair to set the coin down, ignoring the stunned expressions of the other players.]
Oh, is this seat free, now? Perfect, deal me in.
[She grins down at Kravitz. What's up, Ghostman?]
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3 - When you wish upon a shooting pile of garbaaaaage
makes no difference who you aaaaare~ ♪ (including garbage??)
Honestly, Taako is a trash fire so yeah
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Daniel Fenton | Danny Phantom
[If one were to ask Danny now how he’d gotten into this situation, the most he’d be able to reply with is, at best, a wordless noise of confusion. He’d been in worse situations, sure, and he surely has been in situations in which he was without most or all of his powers. Yet facing the crowd in the arena, facing whatever beast would be out there that he had to fight, was something he hadn’t quite encountered yet.
And he’d made sure it would be some kind of alien animal he would be up against for this.
The fact that it would be alien, that he was actually in space, hadn’t quite worn off yet an Danny wasn’t sure if it ever would, such was his adoration of all things outer space.
It will be in here that perhaps he finds that he’s partnered up with someone for this fight, and they would be up against more than just one or two beasts. Or perhaps you could find him afterward, cornering him or simply sliding up to him in a way that would be much more non threatening.]
Gravity - I Swear I’m Not Doing This!
[Danny really, really hated the position he was in right now, and he didn’t just mean that figuratively. Sometime during the past sleeping cycle, his augment, or his ghost powers he wasn’t quite sure on that yet, had decide to go haywire. He was used to the feeling by now of not quite knowing which way was up, down, north or south, due to the Ghost Zone being what it was, but it was still jarring to try and orient himself in space.
Especially when it was happening over and over again. One moment, he found start to drift and feel that sensation of weightlessness, and the next, whilst on the ceiling of his crew’s ship, have gravity snap back to normal and he better be paying attention. If he didn’t grab a tight hold of his flying ability fast enough, then it would be bruises for him for a couple hours, at the very least.
He was sure that his crew, as they went around their normal tasks and lives, were laughing at him. Or would be, considering that he had no idea if they were going through the same thing, or something else, that he just hadn’t been aware of.]
Exhaustion - You Know, This Isn’t Too Far From Normal For Me. *sips coffee*
[Yep. He was exhausted again. He was certain he’d slept for eight hours straight and hadn’t once been woken up in the middle of it, yet he felt like a living zombie.
The thought made him scoff into the drink he was taking a sip of.
What had he made for himself? He looked into the cup. Okay, just water this time. That’s nice. His brain, even while tired enough he thought he could just slip into full unconsciousness any second, was still making sure to keep himself hydrated.
Even when the food he’d made and the water was consumed, he still sat there, now slumped over onto the table with his head cushioned by his arms. His eyes had bags beneath them as if showcasing just how much not sleeping was a thing he was getting well acquainted with, and that perhaps there was something wrong.
If this were a normal sort of tiredness, his reaction to being surprised or otherwise caught off guard would be to fight. Because of course it would be when there were nights he didn’t sleep at all just because of the ghosts in his town. Because of course he would when ghosts just were sneaky in their very nature, and if you didn’t react quickly enough then you were in for a rude wake up call.
But maybe this isn’t what you’re going for. Maybe you just walk up to him or to the table and make your presence known. Maybe you can even draw a conversation out of him, or otherwise help him through this spell of being much more tired than he was used to dealing with.]
Wild Card - What Do You Wish For?
(You can either comment away below with a surprise, or pm my plurk or pm me here if you are the type to want to plan these things out.)
Arena, because of course this dork's involved
Though, his companion didn't seem to be too talkative, in fact he wasn't actually saying much of anything. Instead he was fiddling with his own comm device, and when he was done he'd be looking to Danny somewhat expectingly as the Fenton boy's own comm device buzzed to alert him of a new message.]
You got us covered with the melted butter, right? I'm kinda broke, I can't even afford the off-brand stuff.
[Yep. This is your partner, Danny. You may or may not be doomed.]
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Kylo Ren | Star Wars
[As Supreme Leader of the Galaxy, waking up in a strange system just wasn't done. One would think that he might have an edge, putting himself a cut above the rest as it were. One might think that being kidnapped was something he was impervious to. Yet he wouldn't put it past Hux to try and find the nearest dirthole to dump him on. This seemed to be the case.
Unfortunately for the first person he gets his hands on, he wants answers now and is more than happy to threaten them out of said person. Anyone who happens upon him will find him just like this, a hand raised and the nearest person to him clutching their throat for dear life, rasping for air.]
Tell me the truth. Where is this system?
[He snarls at his victim, dark eyes narrowed in their direction as his fingers flex minutely, after a moment of their useless flailing and no information he lowers his hand, watching them scramble to their feet and take off as fast as they could.]
Parasites.
[He looks around him at others passing him by in quite a hurry, all terrified of him. He's used to that. He's come to embrace it. Their fear drives him forward like a rolling thundercloud. Instead of dwelling he can only move onward.]
Gambling
[Droid fights weren't uncommon in his galaxy. It was just something people enjoyed to pass the time. They might be sentient to a degree, but droids were all the same to him for the most part. They were just metal and wires and electrical currents. He watched the first fight in stony silence, nursing a drink while the two droids went at it, their metal arms swinging at one another as they rammed each other back and forth.
There was drunken chatter filling the background and coin being tossed around. Instead he used this time to just drown it all out. He had more questions than answers and didn't know where to begin. The Atroma, or whatever they were called, were nowhere to be found. Unfortunately his thoughts are interrupted by some drunken fool landing solidly into his space. With an angry snarl, he flung the man through the air, bouncing him off the cage that contained the droid fights.
If he wanted to avoid making a scene this was definitely not how to go about it. Not two seconds later the man was hanging in the air, grasping at his throat before he was flung bodily to the ground. The man's friends decided to join in the fray, taking a swing at Kylo. What a day this was turning out to be. Anyone not looking to get thrown through the air would probably do well to stay away from him.]
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But she's lost in a strange world, and he's someone familiar. Even if they didn't part well. So she follows that pull within the Force, and the scurrying passerby. She tracks the movement of a man who runs by her in a panic, knowing instinctively why he's running.
Turning a corner she sees him, standing amid the crowd, anger wrapped around him like a cloak. She doesn't say anything, waiting to see if he can sense her, too. ]
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Rey 🙠 Star Wars
[ Some people might just look at the endless garbage in this system and despair. To Rey, it feels oddly like home. Even on a planet wholly alien to her, she knows she can still look at the things discarded and find items of value.
So she spends her day picking through the trash, eventually fashioning a sled much like the one she used to have on Jakku for the better finds. It's astonishing to her, how much is still in tact, either a tribute to the sheer volume of the trash on this planet or the waste of other solar systems.
After a few hours she sits, taking a break from sifting through trash, working on assembling a staff like the one that had disappeared when she'd woken up here. She has no defenses otherwise aside from the Force and her fists but that will only take her so far. ]
Shopping around
[ Rey's spent her entire life bartering for things to repair broken space ship parts or for tools when her own were too worn to continue doing their job. The markets are weirdly reminiscent to her of Jakku, much the way the rest of this place is.
The difference here, is she's able to trade things a little more freely, though she's still cautious, passing most things over when she walks by, nothing really catching her eye until she spots a fairly innocuous crystal on someone's table. She almost knows instinctively what it is, and moves over, smiling at the woman in the stall, her fingers brushing over the crystal. ]
This crystal is a bit odd, isn't it? It looks duller than the others.
[ A lie, trying to get a good deal. Her fingertips tingle where she touches the crystal, and it practically hums with the Force. This is a kyber crystal. Somehow, there's a kyber crystal sitting on this table amid shiny trinkets fished from the waste. ]
I've got a power converter that's seen better days but it might still have some life in it, I'd trade it to you for this crystal.
[ The woman squints her eyes at Rey, sizing her up. Rey holds her breath, the Force quieting around her, as she waits to see if this woman is going to be easy to haggle with or if she knows what the crystal's worth is. ]
Planetside - trash heaps 2
[ Rey isn't entirely used to digging through garbage heaps to get to the treasure underneath. Sand, yes, but that's both easier and harder than digging through trash seems to be, especially when Rey's spotted what she thinks is a mostly in-tact land speeder half buried under garbage. She's spent the better part of her morning trying to clear the garbage off of it, but somehow it seems like there's always more.
Dirty, sweating, and frustrated Rey steps back from the still half-buried speeder, trying to catch her breath from her latest go at trying to shift the garbage away from it. She squints at it for a moment, a thought occurring to her. She steps a few paces back, looking up and down the pathway winding around the garbage heap before she slowly exhales, raising her hand and stretching it out towards the trash pile.
Reaching with the Force she finds the pieces, lifting and moving them off the speeder, the pieces of debris and other stuff sort of cascading backwards into the air away from the speeder, like a very slow, controlled explosion.
Rey grins as she carefully settles all the pieces away from her prize, wiping sweat away from her eyes as she steps forwards again. ]
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But this place doesn't have a lot to offer except all the trash it's got to offer, and he heard a rumor there're some junked engines over in this mound, for anyone willing to put in the time. Han isn't a Fleet engineer-- he's lucky enough that the Atroma recognized he's best as a pilot-- but he's perhaps unwisely willing to tinker with the engines if he gets a chance, to get a little bit more speed out of them. ]
Watch out, [ he calls down the trash-dune, as a poorly-placed step sends a scattering of nuts and bolts and bits of plastic down toward the girl sitting there. Whoops.]
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Rick Grimes | The Walking Dead
[There are a lot of things that don't make sense anymore, and that was before he was kidnapped into outer space. Now, here he was, in some alien landscape straight out of Carl's comic books, looking up a hiking trail leading up to what he was fairly certain was going to be the most beautiful canyon he'd ever lain eyes on. On his back were slung a pack with good provisions. He had a hook to help him up the steeper bits, a couple of granola bars, and...a camera. A camera. He chuckles, shaking his head as he stepped toward the faint trail leading a spiraling path up the mountain.]
Well, if this is what dying's like, I guess it could be worse.
II. Planetside; THE WORLD'S LARGEST FLEA MARKET
[Wandering through what amounted to stalls reminded Rick of happier times, better times, when...when they'd all pack into the car at the ass-crack of dawn to see what people were hawking at the flea market. And that's exactly what was going on here. There were toasters, what he assumed were...phones? At least one hairdryer. Some bar stools that needed reupholstering...and that wasn't a half-bad idea.]
Hey...hey. How much for these barstools?
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That was before he died. Now, he'll just have to soak up the attention while he can.
He's getting some fresh air after being cooped up in the ship making upgrades for a few days. Carl hears Rick's voice before he sees him, and a lump catches in his throat. Forcing it down, he steps behind Rick but not coming closer. Just in case.
In case of what, he's not really sure just yet.. ]
Y'know, talking to yourself's the first sign of insanity.
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Lord Akeldama | Parasol Protectorate et al
[This really just had to be a mockery of all things decent. Not only was he snatched up for his humble
coughhome, but he just HAD to be deposited in a strange fleet of ships visiting a world. made. up. of. TRASH. Really!What was a peer of the realm to possibly do. So aggravating.
But Lord Akeldama had managed to find a few stores open after the sun had set and decided that it was better for someone else to have done the hard work for him. All he really had to do was buy it if it struck his fancy. And of course, vampires were very fond of technology even if they weren't ones for actually building it themselves.
So he was browsing the shop, looking very out of place to those who might also be looking. Mincing about on three inch heels, he also sported a plum colored jacket over his waist coat and gold and ruby pin in his cravat. Coupled with his long blond hair and the gold monocle he was wearing (that he didn't actually need), he definitely looked out of place.
But maybe if they knew two others, he wouldn't look too out of place?]
I can't possibly fathom what this could be.
Iskaulit
[The ships were so crowded that Lord Akeldama rather liked the prospect of going to Iskaulit when he had the free time to do it. Having to "work" when others of his crew were asleep did make it hard, but such was the life of a vampire. He'd had plenty of time to get used to it.
Not that he really had an aim of where to go once he was on the Iskaulit, but just walking and having the space to do so was nice enough, as much as he would prefer to have some place to sit and watch.... He's surprisingly comfortable walking in three inch heels. He's not a tall man, but even walking aimlessly he seemed to move with purpose, like he knew he was supposed to go in this direction before he even got there.
At the stores and locations he passed, he paused to look in, making not of where everything was. It could after all prove useful at any time...]
Iskaulit
This particular vampire has perfume on top of that, but he still never disguises the smell completely to a werewolf. Especially not to Lyall's keen nose.
He has a split second in which he wonders if he should not change course so as not to meet the vampire lord. But is there any point to avoiding him? They will meet, sooner or later. And besides, he doesn't doubt Biffy at all, so there is no jealousy or insecurity there. Simply, he and Lord Akeldama have different status in life, and they are different species, and while their circles have intersected quite often and tragically at times, they still are on different tracks.
In the end, Lyall simply keeps walking, and when he finally sees the vampire, gives him a small nod to acknowledge his presence.]
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Lord Shaxx | Destiny
[He's felt a bit out of sorts since arriving, between the whole missing his real armor thing and the whole apparently being able to die thing, but now Shaxx feels almost at home. Sure, it's not nearly as good as the Crucible, but he's familiar with jumping into the fray and liquifying his opponents.
Maybe he's between rounds and wiping the blood off his face. Maybe he's inspecting the offered weapons and treating it like an exercise in doing the most you can with what you've got. But he's definitely in a good mood.]
Well, will you be joining me?
Maintenance Time
[There's nothing more important than good weapons maintenance, and Shaxx has a strict schedule on that, for cleaning guns, sharpening knives, making certain the explosives are still up to snuff. Rather than whistling while he works, he recites to himself:]
What's he that wishes so?
My cousin Westmoreland? No, my fair cousin:
If we are mark'd to die, we are enow
To do our country loss; and if to live,
The fewer men, the greater share of honour.
God's will! I pray thee, wish not one man more.
By Jove, I am not covetous for gold,
Nor care I who doth feed upon my cost;
It yearns me not if men my garments wear;
Such outward things dwell not in my desires:
But if it be a sin to covet honour,
I am the most offending soul alive...
arena!
Jayden hefts the weapon given to her - a large sword, meant to be held with two hands - and smiles a little. And she nods to Shaxx. ]
Glad to. Someone should show this planet what we're made of.
[ This should be exciting~ ]
Victor Frankenstein | Once Upon a Time
[Victor is in a space ship. This is the best day of his life, and he may be geeking out a bit looking around at all the machines. But every time he tries to touch something to look at it closer, he feels a static shock. He is a little startled by this at first but then he starts noticing it happening no matter what he touches]
What the hell is up with this ship? Are wen in some kind of electrified field? [Asking anyone who might be walking by]
ii. One Man's Junk
[Somehow Victor didn't imagine traveling to other worlds would include giant trash heaps. But people throw away perfectly good stuff all the time, so he's going in. Even if he can't actually use it, he can study it. He does keep his dagger close by, though. He's been through enough strange things to not ever completely lower his guard anywhere]
iii. Anyone Yell for a Doctor?
[Yes, he's new to this world, but he's been to enough of them and has actually worked on non-human physiology a bit. So when he hears that there is need of medical personnel, he goes ahead and signs himself up. He has a feeling the arena in particular is going to need his services, but he keeps a medical bag on him as he wanders around just in case]
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[Some scenario I didn't think of. For those unfamiliar with the canon, Victor is 100% aware he's a literary character, so fourth-walling is fine if it gets to that point]
Loki | The Bifrost Incident
[Loki is still trying to understand what's happening, still trying to accept the fact that she's no longer being kept in the dark, made to work and build and create something she's sure is terrible. She's still stumbling a little, shaking and weak from malnutrition and poor living conditions and her mind is still....well, it may not be shredded entirely but she's definitely got some gaps.
She finds herself afraid to sleep, feels like she's going to be awoken back in the terror she was facing before she arrived here. Her hands tremble a little, and her expression is always cautious, always waiting for something to crack and her mind to reveal to her that this is some sort of strange coping mechanism that she's come up with, rather than her new reality.
However, she is not unfriendly, although she might seem a bit odd. Loki is happy to talk to anyone who comes up to her and she may even come off as a little too</> excited to do so. It's been a long time since she socialized, please pardon her.
Iskaulit
[Loki finds herself wandering Iskaulit with a curious expression on her face. Although she doesn't remember much from before she arrived here, she knows there were places like this. It's been a while since she's seen anything like it but she feels happy enough to drift around, exploring and losing herself int he crowd, or in one of the shops.
She might seem a bit spacey, like she' snot entirely sure what she's doing or who's around her, but she is paying enough attention to not run into anyone, at least most of the time. If something catches her attention though, all bets are off. ]
Alloy Lake
[Loki is sitting at the shore of Alloy Lake, her hands occasionally sipping into the water just to feel it against her skin. She's still not used to this, to freedom and the ability to do (mostly) what she'd like. Being out in the sun, feeling at ease, it's all new and strange and absolutely wonderful.
She hums softly to herself as she considers taking a dip. Even just putting her hands in it feels amazing, feels like all the things she's ever wanted to do, but going in..
Loki gets to her feet, kicks off her shoes, and starts walking into the lake itself. Yes, she still has clothes on but it doesn't matter, she'll be sopping wet and smile the entire time. ]
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[Got something else in mind for her? PM me or poke me at
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Are you all right?
[She knows the answer, but...politeness.]
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Lorden Gesh | Destiny 2: Forsaken | OC
[Fully armored up, Lorden resembles nothing so much as a fancy-looking elven-designed robot in a hooded cape, and he doesn't seem to mind any odd looks he gets as he paws through piles of sharp objects looking for something - anything - he can use as a weapon. He's grateful he didn't arrive naked, but losing all his fancy guns and access to his Vault once was enough for him. At least this time he still has the Light. He flips open the communicator and waves cheerfully into it.]
Hey, everybody. New guy here. If I find some gun parts, can anyone smash them together into something that actually fires for me? The ones I got with the augment thing are nice and all, but it's better to have a mix of kinetic and energy weapons than just one or the other.
[He pauses.]
Also, is there a place to practice throwing knives up on the ships or do I just have to do target practice on the little cord-munchers?
Iskaulit - Space Bar
[Knowing better than to go anywhere without his armor when his Ghost isn't around to revive him, Lorden is still mostly suited up when he goes to grab a drink. Mostly - he has to take his helmet off, of course. So underneath it is revealed a blue-skinned, brown-haired man with glowing blue eyes. His face is dotted with markings around those eyes, as if to call attention to them, and there's a red line on his chin where a goatee might be on someone else. He seems cheerful, though, especially with a drink in front of him.]
All right, this isn't the worst booze I've ever had. But is there anything spicy to go with it?
[Or choose something else. I'm not picky! Canon point is post-Forsaken main story, so let me know if you'd rather avoid spoilers.]
shows up 15 mins late with space-starbucks
Ask someone with an engineering augment. Should be able to help. Too bad there's no cryptarch and we can't find any engrams.
[ She may not be wearing her pwn armor right now, but if the mention of engrams and a cryptarch doesn't give her away, there's also the familiar sound of her Ghost scanning something in the huuuge pile of junk behind her. ]
the best kind of starbucks!!
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Pietro Maximoff | mcu
[He's seen a lot of new things since he showed up here. (Of course he has. He's in space.) And now he's found yet another new thing: a beach. There were no beaches in Sokovia. There were none of a lot of things in Sokovia.
So he's going to enjoy this new thing. Even if all he does is sit in the sand and watch everyone else enjoying a day at the beach.
He doesn't actually know how to swim.]
Got it at the thrift store
[Does he need anything? Not really. So why is he wandering around in this massive store? Because why not, that's why. New experiences and such. Which is why, even though he doesn't need it, he's currently in the middle of bartering for what appears to be some kind of kitchen utensil.]
No no. Five's too much. It's not worth that. I'll give you three.
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[Choose your own adventure!]
beach!
She's a little breathless when she trots up with a small army of rented and purchased items in tow: a beach umbrella, something that looks mostly like an inner tube for two, a basket of fried cheese sticks, and two (bright green and blue) drinks.
She knows him, so the food and drinks settle beside him first while Wanda works on setting up better accommodations for them.]
I got these for us. It's real cheese, and they're delicious.
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Aaron | The Walking Dead
[Once Aaron's caught wind of how to get to this ship, he can be found in various places: snapping photos of the Mural from various angles or just taking in all its vast details on one of the benches, or having wandered into the photo studio and enjoying gazing at the collected works in the gallery and looking pleasantly surprised to note there's a functioning dark room here.
He can be encountered moving between any of the locales really, taking note of the ice rink, the pool, the museum the...mountain? Yeah...okay.
But something that gives him pause, and puts a nostalgic smile on his face, is peering into the small movie theater. His smile broadens as he looks around the space, almost as though he can't actually believe what he's seeing.]
...no way...
[OOC: Really. If you want to run into Aaron anywhere on the Iskaulit, just do the thing. He's exploring. He likes exploring.]
II. The Baruut System
Who would have thought he'd find one here? | Shopping 'Spree'
[When you come from a world that's essentially ended, when everything you have is salvaged from wreckage or abandoned lots, houses, junk heaps...you get pretty good at finding things of value in piles of junk, and Aaron's gotten pretty damned good at it. Some of the things he's never seen before, most of them really. Some of the stuff has seen more use than is salvageable from, but something in the midst of everything catches his attention and he moves some of the gathered bits and bobs from atop a really weird piece of art(?), smiling all the while.]
Oh wow...I never thought I'd find license plate art in the galaxy's junk yard...
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[ Please never change, babe. As much as he is absolutely shaking his head behind Aaron, his arms crossed in front of him, it's endearing. Even if it is an eyesore. ]
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II. I resent the implication that Aaron doesn't like hugs
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Tim Drake - DC Comics
[Tim knows there is much he should wish for, caught in this joke of a reality show (a way home should probably be top of his list) but right now he just really wishes he had his camera. The photos he could be taking after spending the last few hours scaling different parts of these cliffs would be breathtaking. He knows if he wanders back, he could find one, make one on this planet of all planets but for the moment he just wants to stay here but the climb here hasn't been easy even for one use to making his way around Gotham's rooftops and right now he may be sweaty, covered in sand and grit but he also feels peaceful.]
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Oh man, I think I nearly had a heart attack coming up here! [He places his hand over the wrong side of his chest for where his heart should be.] This poor thing is going badda-boom, badda-boom! And I still need to get back down? Awwwwwww man! I don't want to climb back down! It's so far! But I'm so hungry! Why didn't I pack more snacks? And why did I let that tourist shop talk me into coming up here anyway? Go to the cliffs, they said! It would be fun, they said! The view is amazing, they said!
Ugh! Next time I'm just flying to shuttle up here!
[We're sorry, did you say something about peaceful Tim?]
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Krolia | Voltron: Legendary Defender
It reminds her of Earth, at least a little bit. The color of the cliffsides, the hidden gems as she scales her way through the canyon. Of all the things to do when she's planetside, it's explore something that she's familiar with, something that makes her think of home and what she left behind.
Her heart aches when she thinks of home, of the life she left, of the toll the war has taken, and now she must deal with being ripped away from all of that. It's a good thing she was trained for this, she thinks, pulling herself up onto a cut out ledge overlooking a small spring. The hike (and climb) were great for trying to get rid of her nervous energy.
"If only you could see this view..."
Hopefully, Krolia won't be lost in thought for too long.
►Shopping
Too many people put her on edge.
Shopping was a nightmare. She wasn't looking for anything particularly hard to come by (something sturdy, similar to her blade that would be easy to hide and still allow her a striking range) but the crowds were making it impossible to find what she's looking for. Maybe it wasn't just the people, but the massive amount of junk that was piled high. A scavengers dream but it was infuriating for her.
How is anyone supposed to find anything?
"Tell me you have what I'm looking for?" She says, exasperated when the shopkeep returns to talk to her. Holding a comically large butter knife.
And he wants to barter? She doesn't have time for this.
Planetside
Lance is about to amuse himself by building a snowman on one of the taller cliffs he finds when he spots a figure already there. He waves, though they're turned the other way, so he instead approaches.
"Hey, kinda frosty for... Wait... Krolia?" His attempted quip turns into a question as he manages to get close enough to really discern her form. And it's definitely not a person he'd forget easily.
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Lisa Ţepeş (of Lupu) | Netflix Castlevania
[When she first opens her eyes and finds herself lying in the medical ward of the Hospitality Deck of the Marsiva, the thought crosses her mind that she must've been rescued somehow, and has been brought back safely to the castle.
To her credit, there are a fair amount of similarities at first glance. Both are unusually quiet and devoid of life. Both are unusually clean, and filled with implements of science that are as much a treat for the eyes as they are stimulation for the intellect. But if this is a part of the castle, then it's certainly one she's never seen before (possible, though not altogether likely), and as she gathers herself up and tests her legs before heading for the door of the ward, it gradually starts to occur to her that no, this is nothing like what she's ever seen before. Her hair is long again, and tied over one shoulder the way she always likes to wear it; that much is strange in itself, when the bishop and his clergy had cut it all off before they'd —
That thought gives her pause, and she briskly takes a moment, patting herself down and looking for burns on her skin, welts from the rope. It's somewhere amid that search that she finds the raised bump beneath her left ear, and finds the word augment arising in her mind even though she isn't quite sure how it got there. It's also amid that search that she finds her personal communicator clipped to a strap of her dress, and understands vaguely what its purpose serves in the same fashion.
The Hospitality Deck itself is vast, sweeping, and foreign; again, the strange feeling of knowing things without remembering how she'd learned them washes over her. It's one of the few reasons why the sight of outer space through the massive viewing windows only astonishes her, without causing apprehension along with it. As it is, she's merely drawn to it, and wanders over to spend a long time looking out at the stars, automatically cataloguing them the way she always had when she'd looked through Vlad's telescope. The stars are a sweet, reassuring sort of presence; watching them reminds her of painting her son's room — the brush in Vlad's hand, the laughter at his stubborn determination to get each and every star on the mural precisely right.
She's very far from home, she surmises at length, and she's not dead. Two very puzzling questions, neither of which are going to get solved by standing around doing nothing.
So eventually, her thoughts go back to the communicator. Certainly she has no idea what she might be getting into, trying to use it and sending out a broad message to...well, anyone who might hear. But she'd had no idea what she was getting into when she'd knocked on the door of Vlad's castle, either — only that there may well have been answers inside, and she'd wanted them.
She takes it out, fiddles with it a bit, and eventually works out how to get it on, though finding the right angle and proper distance to hold it away from her face is still a work in progress.]
Hello? [Always a good start. What next?] My name is Lisa Ţepeş. I am a doctor. I can see I am very far from home, but — I should like an explanation, please, as to where precisely I'm being taken.
[She thinks a minute, then adds a little uncertainly: ]
It would be for the best if I could contact my husband, immediately. If there is some way of making that happen.
[She thinks another minute, and then eventually just concludes with: ]
Thank you.
[And the communication ends.]
Shipside — Lab Tech
[Doctors gonna doctor, and Lisa is no exception; she's reasonably pleased with the variety of things she finds available to her in the medical bay, and winds up spending a fair amount of her time there, familiarizing herself with all of the equipment and reading everything she can get her hands on about the science available to her.
Suffice to say, if you've wound up with some sort of infirmity, feel free to come on down for a visit! She'll look up from her reading immediately upon your arrival, with a smile accompanying her crisp and businesslike: ]
Yes? Are you in need of some assistance?
Wildcard — Anywhere
[Want to hang out with Doctor Mom in some other capacity? Drop me a starter and let's roll!]
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alucard hadn't been there. but he knew, he knew his mother burned. that the flames stripped away her flesh and left nothing but charred bone. he knew because his father had shown him the last remnants of that pyre. there had been nothing left, nothing recognizable. gone in a matter of seconds.
and yet, here she stood. not a copy, not a mimic. not a ghost sent to torture him in his resolve. alive. alucard could even see the quiet tell-tale rise and fall of her chest in this video.
and she mentioned her husband. unconsciously, he swallows, the vulnerability of his heart flickering through for the first time. ]
Mother?
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I am so, so, very sorry (also I swear I will tag you back eventually in the road not taken thing)
trevor "how to win friends and influence people" belmont strikes again, ladies and gents
'maximum charisma' says that character sheet netflix released
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Deadlock | Transformers IDW
[ The frag kind of robot was that? Deadlock had heard about empurata, back on Cybertron, back in the old days, but even they hadn't gone that far. He stares at the thing as it drops off the cargo.
He'd almost feel sorry for the thing. If, you know, he did sympathy. Which he did not. Because, heheheheh, the weird clearfaced weirdo (who was weird, did he mention that?) didn't even notice that Deadlock had rifled through the boxes. Which were disappointingly NOT filled with high explosives. ]
Heh. Losers. [Just a general commentary on how business is done. Mysterious dinky ships. Faceless robots. Crap cargo. Look at him sideways and he's gonna start a fight, just to liven scrap up. ]
ii. Arena
[ 'Robot battles'. That's what the sign said outside the arena. And truth be told, Deadlock was all about fighting other mechs, but...as entertainment for a bunch of gross organics? He's not sure he's into this type of inner conflict. Do what he's good at, but be watched by squishies? Fraggin' tough choice!
But the manager, who was a gross organic who confirmed everything Deadlock hated about non Cybertronians, told him he had to find his own opponent. How fraggin' lazy was this guy? Deadlock would probably be lazy, too, if he was a disgusting sack of meat, but still. You want something done right, you gotta do it yourself. ]
All right, which of you gross flesh bags want to die?
[Clearly, an appealing invitation no one could resist.]
iii. le shopping
[ Look. At all. This stuff. Stuff that organics used to cover up their gross bodies, stuff they shoved in their gross bodies as fuel, apparently, stuff that was recordings of entertainment programs, mostly featuring, yup, gross organics. ]
The frag does 'X rated' mean? [X sounds kind of extreme and badaft, which are two words Deadlock loves. Still, he squints dubiously at the image on the entertainment disk cover. ]