Spring Test Drive

[thespaceopera]

THE SPRING TEST DRIVE MEME
(Or Fall 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!

→ The previous test drive (which may still be active!) can be found here.

Helpful Info for Ideas!:

March Star System

Game Details

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

Comments

Mark Temple | Red vs. Blue | M/M, M/nb for shipping, OTA for gen

[sometimespawnskillkings]

A

[So, it seems, he has been abducted to star in an outer space reality show. Temple is not sure whether that is better or worse than Project Freelancer. Probably better because it seems to be less deadly buuut... he still really wishes that people would stop using him for their own ends like this.]

[He was tired of it years ago, the first time it happened, and this second time, he has less than zero fucks to give.]

[Sighing, he says:]

Why am I always chosen for this kind of stuff?

[Two times isn’t always but Temple has a tendency towards the melodramatic.]

B

[When Temple is transported over to his assigned ship, he immediately makes for the chocolate dessert cream. Spending lots of time in his underwater lair and in jail has made him very glad for stuff to eat that isn’t fish.]

[And chocolate is, well... chocolate, and Temple has never met anyone who could resist chocolate.]

[So, Temple is hogging the chocolate dessert cream as much as he can, eating it like a starving man.]

C

[Temple’s sponsor has gave him a ton of fish. And he is not happy about that. Not happy at all.]

[Yes, he wanted food but fish, really? Why did he always get so much fish?]

[So, he asks you:]

Is it possible to return a sponsor drop and get something else? Or to trade sponsor drops with someone else?

[He sighs.]

Because I really don’t want all this fish.

Wildcard

[For other things.]

b

[child_of_luv]

The chocolate's pretty good, isn't it?

[Minako smiled.]

We only get that after getting a new ship assignment.

a.

[chancetoatone]

Always? [Humans had a tendency towards melodrama, but he's come to enjoy that particular facet of their natures.] That seems unfortunate.

Bucky Barnes || MCU || Drift Fleet CRAU

[reconstitution]

A;; Fleetwide Broadcast

[ The first thing that happens is the audio clicking on, the sound of a communicator topping off a surface, quickly followed by a low string of Russian curses. A short moment passes before the communicator is picked back up and switches to video. A very familiar face shows up, especially since there are already two of him present, and he looks pissed. At least it's at his circumstances and not anyone in particular? ]

Can't a guy just tend some goats in goddamn peace? Guess the saying's right- no rest for the wicked.

[ He clears his throat, glancing at his surroundings. ] I need some things cleared up, starting with the most important-- Who the hell's got my ship? Second, how long was I fucking gone, and where the fuck are we?

B;; Big Game Hunting

[ Finding a job on a planet like B'lire was easy enough, especially when proficiency in hunting was a thing. It had taken hours, but finally, he managed to get a damn good shot in and take down a huge...deer. Or something like one, anyway. Gun slung over his shoulder, he can be found dragging his kill through the woods and toward town. Care to help him out or at least distract him from his task? ]

C;; Wildcard

[ Hit him up for anything else! I'm game. ]

A.

[redactions]

[ A familiar irritable voice greets him. ]

Hey, what're you doin' takin' all my lines?

Definitely A

[stillgotmyleftarm]

[Have some video right back - some clean-shaven, short-haired video. (Although the haircut is decidedly more like the one Steve had in 2014 than the one Bucky had in 1945. If that helps(?).]

No, actually, I think the most important is what the fuck are you doing tending goats?

C-ish

[outstandingbalance]

[Natasha saw the broadcast. Saw it, and all but felt her heart stop, her skin grow cold and the bottom fall out of her stomach at the achingly familiar face, the voice—his ship? She can't believe it. She can't let herself believe it after everything that's happened, but she also can't deny it.

And she can't bring herself to reply. Not over the network. She needs to see him in person.

If it's not real, she needs to know. On the other hand, if it is...

It takes a little work to find out what ship he's on, but not that much. She doesn't as permission before coming on board to find him. Her foot steps are deliberate; she wants him to hear her coming.]

James...? [Chin up and voice soft, posture half defensive.]

A;;

[theirondragon]

Bucky! [He chuckles.] Don't worry, boss. The Heron's in good hands. Been four months, give or take. Hard tell when you can't watch the sun.

A;;

[customplates]

You've been here before...

[And he remembers. That seems important.]

...I'm sorry, I don't think we've met...before. I'm Aaron...did you say something about goats?

A.

[unbearablynaive]

[His first thought is that, improbably, the more damaged of the two Buckys currently in the fleet has managed to find the salon on the Iskaulit and the proprieter taken pity on him and introduced him to hair care product. But it's washed away by goats (this isn't Bucky from panem, the one who liked farming) and my ship--mostly the my ship part.

He shuts off the broadcast for a few long moments, gathering his thoughts, trying to calm down his emotions. No need to ping Natasha; this was a public broadcast. It sounded like Winter, had the same confidence and stability in his tone. And a little time back home would explain the different hair (and he'd gone to Wakanda after all, hadn't he? That was what he'd suspected from the beginning. They have goats in Wakanda), and he wouldn't be asking about a ship if he hadn't been to the Fleet before.

But it wouldn't be the first time he'd got his hopes up, only to have them dashed.

So it's a few minutes before, completely in control of himself and his tone once more, the Vision sends a response.]

The Heron went to its first mate, I believe.

[There. Because if it wasn't him, he'd be talking about a different ship.]

A

[brooklyn_boy]

[How many Bucky Barnes were going to be thrown at Steve?

Actually, upon seeing the broadcast, the first thing he does is contact Captain Barnes, worried that he'd somehow been sent home. Or that, maybe, the other one had instead. It's only after he's confident that both are still here that he ponders what the Atroma are trying to do here. Three Bucky Barnes'? But this one seems to have been here before. Which means...maybe...

He sends an incoming transmission to the newcomer, looking pretty confused.]

Buck?

[But more importantly:]

Are you tryin' to get cast as homeless Rapunzel?

B;;

[chancetoatone]

[Hunting stag was not something the Drell had trained long in, though the weaponry requirements were similar. Stalking a skittish animal surrounded by predators proved to be a challenge. The trees here were large, sturdy, and thus the lythe and agile assassin kept to the boughs, observing the motions of the deer (he didn't know enough about Earth deer to know these beasts to be so different).

Then another stalker appeared, skilled at his craft and knowledgeable of his prey. He watched the hunter fell the beast with ease and make to cart back his kill. Not native, this one, but one of the Fleet. His face was shared by two others. Such an odd place, this Fleet.

He dropped to the path ahead, not hiding his movements. He could erect a biotic shield if the need arose, but he would prefer not to fight this one.]

A fine kill. I find I know too little of these creatures to hunt them. Perhaps there's something to learn from you.

Katie Holt aka Pidge Gunderson || Voltron: Legendary Defender

[cutelilbayard]

A - General Ship wandering

Pidge wasn't quite sure exactly what was going on, but she was going to roll with things as best as she could. So she's going to wander around and see what she can. She wasn't sure if anyone she knew would be on here, but she could wait to find out. For now, her curiosity was getting the better of her and she wanted to find out what level of technology the ship had.

She also wanted to see just how far into the systems she could get into. She'd deal with the consequences later.

Network broadcast

Hello!

[Pidge waves a bit as her image pops up on screen.]

Any other members of the Voltron Coalition somewhere on these ships? And can you tell me what in the world is exactly going on? I'm sure I could find the information out, but I'd rather hear from my friends first.

Video

[tempredmental]

[Keith stared at the screen for a second, and then frowned. So, she didn't remember this time. It was like with Allura. He swallowed hard and clicked on the communicator.]

Hey, Pidge.

Alisaie Leveilleur || Final Fantasy XIV

[leveilleur_red_mage]

Gossiping Pines Lodge

It took the young mageling long enough to find the lodge. She didn't mind the walk through the woods. It reminded her a bit of the Twelveswood in Gradania. She had done a lot of traveling in recent months, but as of late she had to stay still to heal. So far everything seemed to be just fine with her, but she wasn't exactly sure how she had suddenly been healed. As far as she knew, there were no white mages or other kinds of healers in this place.

Once inside she started wandering around to see the different creatures that were on display. They certainly weren't like the beasts or beastmen that she had encountered before.

"Interesting..."

Fleetwide Broadcast

This is quite a strange situation I find myself in. I'm afraid I'm not exactly sure what is going on here or exactly where here is.

This...ship almost seems something that the Garleans could make, but its nothing like any that I've ever seen before.

[There's a pause as she tries to think about what's going on.]

Has anyone seen another that looks just like me? It wouldn't surprise me if my dear brother was brought here as well.

o7! Let me know if you'd like any of this change.

[poisontippedcure]

[The last thing that Rose remembers, prior to waking up on the Marsiva, is reaching for Alisaie across the Ghimlyt Dark. She's been here before, and she knows that it's unlikely that Alisaie recognizes her, but seeing the Elezen brings a smile to her face nonetheless.]

Alphinaud was here once, but he left quite awhile ago. As for the ships, they aren't Garlean, but the ones piloting them are just as friendly.

Thane Krios | Mass Effect

[chancetoatone]

a » action » whispering pines lodge

Work had taken Thane from one end of the galaxy to the other and yet, it was only after he was nearly too ill to enjoy it that he was given the leisure to travel, and thus here he was, wandering around the trophies of previous hunters, marveling at their sport and seeking to join them. Not as a contract, but as a play.

He stood before the stuffed specimen of a large beast, something scaled but also like an Earth bear, head tilted to the side in curiosity.

b » broadcast: fleetwide » audio

[The voice over the network is deep, resonate, quiet but carries, and there is an odd, vibrating undercurrent to it.]

I understand we have been brought here for entertainment, some sort of intergalactic reality show. In my experience, such things are...contrived. Situations are introduced to make the interactions of the stars more dramatic. What sorts of methods do these Atroma use along those lines?

c » action/network/?? » wildcard!

OOC; Got another thing in mind? Do the thing! I'm pretty much game for anything!

b

[samahl]

From my experience it varies but is usually centered around the planets we visit. Some are fine, a nice vacation, others are terrifying.

michael burnham | star trek discovery

[rediscovers]

( i. folklore )

[ this was routine. it felt good to sink back into routine. arrive at a new planet, scope out the area. gather data on the culture and populace. and while discovery was no longer here, michael was still a starfleet officer. she was not going to neglect her duty simply because there was no command structure. she was more professional than that. as such, she's speaking to the locals, her brow furrowed. ]

I'm sorry. Please repeat that. Did you say that there is a monster called Slim Jim?

[ really. really. her skepticism is palpable. ]

( ii. fishing )

[ vulcan is a desert planet. there were sparse places with dry woods and red pines, but nothing with lakes or waterfalls. as such, fishing was not an activity michael ever pursued. she's not even sure why she is pursuing it now, but somehow, one of the locals pushed it into her hands with a gentle smile, saying that michael looked like someone who could use the quiet.

perhaps she is not wrong, but michael shakes her head with a faint fond smile. ]

Is this working for anyone?

( iii. network )

Greetings. I am Commander Michael Burnham of the USS Discovery. This is a message to all Starfleet officers who may be in the vicinity. Please introduce yourself so that we may share our collective knowledge.

If you have any knowledge of any Starfleet officers or any sort of enterprise that functions in deep space, please do not hesitate to reach me. Your advice would still prove to be invaluable.

( iv. wildcard )

[ got a prompt? drop it here! ]

ii

[unbearablynaive]

[Nearby, the Vision pulls up his latest catch - a tangle of water plants and algae. He sniffs, disappointed. Most humans might find his maroon-skinned, metal-banded appearance offputting, but Michael has doubtlessly seen stranger things on the Discovery.]

This is neither further evidence of the Lake Rex nor something my crew might find edible. Perhaps fishing is not the sport for me.

Brennan Mulwray | Mutant X

[theshockvalue]

a ↔ B'lire ↔ shopping?

Brennan wasn't exactly keen on this planet, what with all the nature and the towering trees, but it was better than being trapped in the Fleet all the time, so he decided to suck it up and head down to the surface, though he stayed in the biggest settlement in the place. It wasn't much to look at and really felt a lot like going to day camp as a kid.

...except he'd never gone to day camp as a kid, and even if he'd been raised by anyone who would have sent him, he would have sooner run away from home than comply. In his fashionable but obviously city-meant clothing, with his confident swagger and appraising gaze that clearly stated he had no idea what he was looking at in this shop he looked more like a guy who's girlfriend dragged him to a museum than anything.

He's looking at a strange collection of harnesses, leather, and they're actually livestock tack, but he has no idea, and by the frown, he seems to think they might be for something...completely different. Give a guy a hand?

b ↔ broadcast: fleetwide video ↔ assuming during the drift

[The video everyone is subjected to is Brennan, tall, muscular, in a set of basketball shorts and a tank top, casually dribbling what looks to be something at least closely resembling a basketball, in what might be a gym somewhere? Or it might also be the cargo hold of his ship actually since all the freight containers seem to have been casually "moved" out of the way. Yeah, that's definitely a waste bin back there behind him, with the bottom removed, hanging over the hanger door by some rope or...something.]

Hey, Fleet people. [He grins.] Who knows Earth basketball, or who wants to learn? Come oooon. You guys have got to be as bored as I am.

[ashandflame]

Jean doesn't know anything about livestock, actually. She's been catapulted 40 years into the future and has had to learn a lot of things really quickly (the memes, how to fly a quinjet, technology in general) but riding horses and picking up tack hadn't been among them. How she's ended up in this store is basically a mystery but when the guy picks up a harness, she cants her head and gives him a look.

"No idea what that's supposed to be used for but if it's nefarious purposes, I'm not your girl. I'm not nefarious. Not a single nefarious bone in my body."

Leonard McCoy | Star Trek

[thatsjusttypical]

A. Med Bay

[ Of course McCoy's first stop on a new ship is going to be the med bay. He's definitely not here for the idea of being on some supposed reality show, as he's far too busy for that crap, but if he has to be here, he's going to at least be useful. That means checking out what he's working with in the med bay.

He's underwhelmed, to say the least.

The ship's med bay has some basic equipment, but it seems to be years behind the sort of technology that he's used to. No biobeds, no hyposprays. How is he supposed to work like this? ]

Not even a tricorder? This is ridiculous.

B. B'lire: Lodge

I can't even enjoy my bourbon in here.

[ That's because, while sitting at the bar in the lodge, there's the head of a Cow-licker staring at him from the wall across from the bar. ]

What the hell even is that?

[ He's never seen anything like it in his travels with Starfleet. Not only is the creature itself unnerving, the taxidermy work leaves a lot to be desired. The eyes look like black glass buttons and the fangs are yellowed. Bones scowls at it and then sips his bourbon again. ]

B. B'lire: The Undersewers

I can't believe I got talked into this. [ Because exploring sewers is fun, right? ] Do you know what kind of diseases may be down here? Stuff we haven't seen for centuries - dysentery, cholera. Never mind the fact that we might be walking through actual shit.

[ All for the sake of ~exploration. Bones is having none of it. And yet, here he is, creeping behind someone and holding a lamp so that they can see where they're going. ]

What are we even looking for?

D. Wildcard
[ Hit me with something else! ]

A

[winscenario]

[ Jim doesn't believe in ghosts.

Sure, he's grown to believe a lot of things over the past couple of years. Cryptids, vampires, gods, what have you. There's a bit of everything all over the many universes out there. But ghosts? Never been a thing for him.

But when he steps into the sickbay and finds an all-too familiar face sitting there, frowning and scowling at the various equipment on offer, he definitely looks like he's seen one. ]

Bones...?

[ The tone is quiet, cautious, almost careful. Like he's worried he might be seeing things. ]

laura howlett | logan

[weaponise]

Great Outdoors

[ Laura does not fear the dark the same way others might. Her enhanced senses allow her to move quickly and quietly through the forest, intent on stalking one of the huge, furry bipeds that the locals insist is real. So far, this quest has garnered her a couple of rabbits and a deer for her ship, and a handful of smaller animals and birds for the locals.

It is nice and quiet in the pre-dawn hours, except that it seems someone else is also moving around in the area. Laura looks for the nearest tree or underbrush to use as cover, then peers out to see who the other person might be. ]


Shopping

[ She still has trouble with remembering to pay for things before she walks off with them. Some of the adults in the fleet are kind enough to remind her, some are less mannerly. A few remind her of Logan. She's standing in front of a stall selling bags made out of leather, and there is one almost her size. And maybe she's just too excited to hand over a few credits, because as soon as the strap is settled across her shoulders, the little brunette is walking away. ]


Broadcast

[ Laura stares into the feed, her expression serious. ]

Why is Bigfoot hunted?


Wildcard

[ Have another idea for B'lire? Want to catch her on a ship? Toss it here. ]

shopping

[outstandingbalance]

[Natasha spots the girl early on. Considering her experience, it shouldn't be surprising she takes notice—she knows how girls should move, and how they move when they've been forced to grow up too quickly, one way or another. She knows how they move when they know hot to hurt people, and this girl doesn't hide it.

Natasha sees Laura, but at first she doesn't interfere. Keeping an eye is enough.

Up until the stall keeper starts shouting. That's when she steps in, carefully putting herself between the kid and the local. Even if Natasha is wrong, she'd just as soon not see a girl grilled for shoplifting.]

Sorry about that. [Levelly.] It's on me.

Shalimar Fox || Mutant X

[abreedapart]

A: Lodge To say that Shalimar wasn't fond of hunters might be an understatement. To her hunters were little more than small men hiding behind big weapons. So the look of minor disgust on her face as she looked over some evidence of big game hunting wasn't something she even tried to hide. It wasn't just the big game that made her nose scrunch in annoyance though. No, the idea of hunting the Cryptids themselves made her both annoyed and uneasy.

Very uneasy actually. She shifted the weight of her body from one foot to the other as she looked over the trophies and then folded her arms across her chest.

"Don't suppose it's occurred to anyone that they don't want to be found?" she muttered aloud with a particular emphasis on the word want.

B: Undersewers

The outdoors definitely felt more comfortable to Shalimar than the ship she'd previously been stuck on. A lot of really weird things had happened in her life but the reality show ship definitely took the cake by a long shot. Oddly enough she found herself welcoming the planet of cryptid legends. At least it meant getting to explore and exploring was exactly what she was doing.

Eventually her enhanced senses picked up on something that sounded almost like a moan. Inquisitively she followed the sound to the entrance to some sort of underground area. She stopped just outside of it and for a second her eyes changed to glow yellow like a cat.

"You might as well just come out, I already know someone's there."

a: Lodge

[theshockvalue]

Anyone who knew Brennan at all would know he was only here on the planet because it beat being stuck in one of the ships for too long. While he wasn't precisely a fan of the outside world, he was energetic and active, and the Iskaulit for all its various amenities only offered a guy so many places to stretch his legs. The fact that he was surrounded by enough taxidermy to make Kentucky rednecks wet themselves was just a sacrifice he was going to have to make. When he saw the petite blond as he rounded a corner, a cocky smile crossed his lips as he moved behind her, draping an arm dramatically around her shoulders. "So, you can talk to alien Bigfoot now, eh, Shal?"

Tommy Shepherd aka Speed | Marvel-616

[doubled_speed]

A - Broadcast - Video

Okay, I know what they say about why we're here, but if I find out that this is Billy or Wanda fucking around with Chaos Magic to make life more exciting again... Can we please stop with the Maximoff Magic Bullshit for once?

[The guy on screen shakes his head. Maybe he does? Does it so fast that he blurs a little on the edges.]

Anyway, these ships are too small, heard there is a way down planet-side. Someone tell me how. My legs need some real space to stretch.


B - B'lire Courier Service Go!

[There are some distinct advantages to being able to fun at super speeds, and a number of downsides. Downside: Tommy really wasn't big on forests and wilderness, too much to trip over if he doesn't notice things fast enough. So really, exploring the planet turned out to be less than amazing. Upside: at last he's got a useful skill. Which at this point involves running around, far short of his proper speeds because the need for frictionless fabric is SO real, but he runs around with everything and anything. Messages, purchases, supplies?

Was there something you wanted delivered? Something you were expecting? Chances are it's Tommy showing up at your side in a gust of wind, looking put upon mostly because he likes looking put upon.]


C - Wildcard

[Literally anything because Tommy will talk to anyone.]

A

[seeingscarlet]

If I could do something like this we wouldn't still be here.

[One could probably forgive her for sounding defensive about being called out like that, especially since it's not uncommon for people at home to be afraid of her for things she can't even do.

Also that is definitely not a familiar accent.]

llyana Rasputin (Magik) || New Mutants

[soulsword]

A: Broadcast-Audio

Ya know in the grand scheme of my life adventures, this is pretty mundane. Boring. Someone already beat you to this entire idea and if he found out he would sue. Spineless people always take the route to sue. [ She chuckles very softly. Nobody will ever convince her that was not an amazing joke. Even if someone explained that the entire joke rests on knowing who or what a Mojo is, Illyana will remain convinced it was in fact an amazing joke. She's not good with humor most of the time. You try spending your entire childhood in a hell dimension and see how good you are at being funny. Or socializing in general. ]


So tell me now, do you all just play along? Wait to see what our captors will have of us for entertainment? [ The answer is probably yes. She expects no better from most anyway. ] I for one will do no such thing. I do not like being taken from my domain. And Limbo will freeze over before I am used by anyone ever again.

B - Fishing

63. That was the number of attempts Illyana had made to use her stepping discs to return to Limbo today. Just today. That did not factor in attempts she had made on the ship on previous days. Each attempt had ended the exact same way: failure. Failure was not something Illyana would let go of. She did not fail at things, no matter what the cost. No matter how many attempts it took, she would find someway out of this situation. Time was on her side with this though. It always was.

Patience was a virtue after all and she could be very patient. That thought was what brought her out here to this small lake holding with a fishing pole in one hand and a bucket in the other. Her patience had allowed her to defeat the Elder Gods in Limbo and this was nothing compared to that monumental undertaking. She could wait. In the meantime perhaps some amount of relaxation could be good for her. That sounded like something Sam would say.Relax some 'Yana, it'll do us all good. She could almost hear his thick southern accent in her head.

"No. There is nothing served by becoming emotional here," she said aloud to herself as she cast the fishing line out. Nothing of value came from lingering on the past. Lost in thought Illyana didn't notice as something nudged at her line. In a split second the line jerked violently and then she found herself falling face first into the water. A few choice words in Russian came out of the blonde's mouth as she let go of the rod.

"Maybe there is something to these cryptid stories."

Fishing

[passingthrough]

Another thing she may not notice as she finds herself splashing into the water is that someone else has approached. Kitty's entry was quiet as she air walked herself out over the water. Maybe it should be called water walking though it's still the air molecules she's interacting with to keep herself dry and aloft.

"Such language." She means the Russian, not the English, which she would never need the augment to translate for her. "Need a hand?"

There's no recognition in Kitty's eyes as she looks down at the blond, but she has met her before—the version from her world. She rescued a much younger version of Illyana from a work camp in the Seattle Core. She lost all of her students in the process and in every important way she also lost her husband. It wasn't one of her better days. But there weren't a lot of good days back home and she hasn't been there for years. Three years in the fleet and who knows how long before that in an underwater prison that captured her first.

Time was strange there. She thought it was just under a year, but now she thinks it was longer. She hasn't always aged much in these places so she looks like she's in her early 20s. Her brown hair doesn't quite fall to her shoulders and she's in casual wear today—jeans and a t-shirt she managed to find on one of the planets the visited, but she still has the two silver gauntlets resting on her forearms, containing three claws each—retracted at the moment so they just look like very over-the-top bracelets or ineffective body armor.

Christopher Pike | Star Trek: Discovery

[isapromise]

1. Fishing

[There's few things more routine then a man sitting down with a fishing pole and a probably questionable beverage (that he was assurred by a local was juice) of local origin. If he added a horse, more desert around all the greenery and got rid of the questionable part of the beverage Chris would almost admit it was like a moment out of his childhood. Almost. Except for the talk of Lake Rexs and Cow-Lickers and who knows what all else.

But it's about as relaxing and routine as it was going get, periodically reeling in his line with the occasional scowl at his catch.]

If I hadn't seen fish on a plate, I would start to think there's no fish to be found.

2. Lodge

[If there's one lesson in all his years in space that Christopher Pike has learned it's that stories generally have some basis in fact. Even the ones that sound outlandish, unreal and overall fake or are entirely based on faith alone. He's also learned to not say out loud if he thinks something is off or totally wrong, at least not near locals less he face a mob or something similar.

But even he can't keep quiet when he has a piece of evidence in his hands, courtesy of a local cryptid hunter boasting of his find, and he's finding bits of it all sewn together.

So he really can't be blamed for muttering under his breath.]

Is it in bad taste to ask him where he learned to sew?

3. Wildcard

[What it says on the tin! Have an idea, throw it at me.]

2

[jolting]

[He can't help but smirk at the poor guy holding the cryptid]

Do his hunting skills not impress you?

Selina Kyle | Gotham | OTA

[itsbetter]

A. - The Marsiva

[ Selina likes precisely one thing about this place, and that is the view. She can be found pressed up against the window, more often than not, but only if you look carefully. She's somehow managed to climb up the sheer walls and wedge herself up at the very top, a dark shadow in a corner that you'll miss if you're not careful. ]

B. - The underground city.

[ Finally, the sort of place Selina understands. The tech is different, of course, far more highly advanced, but cities have their own rhythm. This one has been designed beautifully, with a care for detail that has not been eroded by grime, despite the fact that they are quite literally under ground.

Selina won't mind running easy and well-paid errands up and down the surface. She also doesn't mind making her money and gaining information in a more covert way, and quickly brushing by someone and picking their pocket is an easy thing to do - she's good at it, too. It'd take a maser thief, or a set of extremely unlucky incidents, for her to get caught. ]

C. - Broadcast | Video

So, how long do these ships usually stay in one place?

And does saying that ever get any less weird?

[erosh]

[ The view would enrapture him, under any other circumstance. Clark spends a lot of his time looking up at the stars, looking out at them would be overwhelming, amazing, everything he could have wanted. But the ship is unfamiliar, there's a whole cacophony of sounds to catalogue that is very quickly becoming noise, and — ]

[ Trying to focus brings one heartbeat into the foreground. ]

Selina?

[ He could reach her at the very top by jumping, but he's looking at her hopefully from the ground. ]

Ser Brienne of Tarth | Game of Thrones

[thelongknight]

[Planet]
[Regardless of the augment providing valuable skills and information, Brienne was unsettled by what time she spent on the space ships. The trip down to the planet in a much smaller vessel was no better, but the planet itself was a welcome retreat. There were still advancements in this world she found surprising and foreign, but they were not so great in number or scale. There might have been patches of electricity in more densely populated sections, but much was still done by candlelight. Things were built of wood and stone instead of cold steel walls she couldn't imagine even the greatest smith in the seven kingdoms forging.

Of course she is clad in that same sort of metal. She feels undressed exploring the planet in anything but the silver armor she arrived in. Although she appreciates the functionality of the jumpsuits available on the ships. They are much less fussy than most dresses she's had occasion to wear.

She looks over the stuffed beasts of this land on display. Many are familiar though some are more surprising than others. Although nothing is so concerning as a dragon or wight. It's become harder to surprise her in the last few weeks although outer space managed it.

After leaving the lodge you might find her seeking a smith to replace her sword, occupying a single seat in a tavern for a meal, or exploring the area.]

[Ship]
[She's been transferred to a ship. Maybe your ship or maybe you're just visiting, but you will get to see a very tall, armored woman looking skeptically at her surroundings and her gift of pudding before shaking confetti out of her pale hair.]

(OOC: Playing with show canon, season 8 in a vague span of time between the last two episodes. Let me know if you want me to avoid spoilers.)