Spring Test Drive

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Spring Test Drive

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.

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

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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.]

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 familiar irritable voice greets him. ]

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

...Wow, your lines? Jealous I said them first?

[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?

Jealous of who?

[ It takes on a familiar, affectionate tone. ]

You know you ain't got half my charm.

Don't have half that smart ass, either.

[ He laughs. ]

You wanna call me a smart-ass, Barnes, you come here and say it to my face.

[ Well, he can't say he's not used to seeing his own face looking a little less haggard, or that he was even the only one here. When he'd originally come to the fleet, he hadn't even been the original. He arches an eyebrow, frowning in puzzlement. ]

Hiding from the world since I'm technically a fugitive?

Hey, I call it like I see it. That's never going to change.

[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.]

Yeah, sure. [That... sucks, but is not actually the issue here.]

But tending goats.

I could barely tell you which end's the one you put food in.

[He is (mostly) joking.]

Does that come with a beer or I gotta do everything myself?

When did we negotiate that? Was I asleep? Fuck.

[ It sucked at first, but man, he really loves Wakanda. ]

Goats are easy, people are hard. Besides, Wakanda's quiet.

You were chilling as usual.

[ Still affectionate, a little softer. The ice holds no wonder or warmth. ]

Are you stuck on the Marsiva?

I don't think I'd want to be someplace quiet with goats instead of people, [he admits, honestly.

But then, he's definitely learned that just because somebody looks like you, doesn't mean they think like you.]

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.

Just got transferred. Counting myself lucky I wasn't stuck there an entire week.

[ At the very least he's not coming back in that same fucked-up state he had been. Directionless, distrusting, and with no idea no how to be human. ]

Where are you?

The Iskaulit. You know the bar.

[ He shrugs his shoulder. If Bucky notices that the metal has a slightly different shade to it than his other counterpart, well.. Hello, upgrades. Thanks again, Wakanda. ]

It's not for everyone, but I prefer solitude. Didn't have much for a long damn time.

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?

[ He hears her because she lets him, and he would know the sound of her footfalls anywhere. Her voice sends his blood pounding in his ears and he has to turn to face her, to take her in. She's exactly how she looked back home, but tempered from her stay here. Her ability to actually relax.

In a moment, he closes the distance between them, wrapping her in his arms. She slots perfectly against him, and it feels like a piece of him that was missing had been put back. Natasha was a lot of things to him, but she was starting to become synonymous with home. ]

Did you miss me? [ She at least had to miss his stupid jokes, right? ]

[Natasha's arms wind around him and the tension goes out of her in a long sigh. Her eyes sting. She doesn't cry. She will not let herself—she's not going to give in like that.

But it really is him.]

I didn't think I'd ever see you again, you idiot.

Twenty minutes.

[ He didn't want to believe this was Jim until he was absolutely certain. Anxiety sat like a dead weight in his gut as he made his way to The Space Bar. The biggest part of himself, the reason that he started to become his own person, had been gone from his life for so long, but it was the absence that hit him the hardest. Jim helped cultivate the best parts of him, shaped him into something less than a directionless puppet. Something more than HYDRA.

When he spots his brother, he tries to keep it casual, but goddamn if he can't keep his hands to himself. He places a hand on his shoulder, giving it an affectionate squeeze before he embarrasses himself. ]

Whiskey or vodka?

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Spring Test Drive

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

Bucky Barnes || MCU || Drift Fleet CRAU

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