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TEST DRIVE MEME 001
T E S T D R I V E M E M E You wake up, alone in the dark. There's a breathing tube jammed down your trachea, and you're suspended in a tube of clear blue fluid. Through the fog you can see shadows of movement, the muted sound of alarms crying. Upon registering your level of consciousness, the gravity couch drains the fluid surrounding you and retracts the breathing apparatus; the doors in front of you open, and you're suddenly dropped several feet onto the opposite wall. It takes you several minutes to catch your breath and gather strength in uncooperative limbs; more time still to climb up through the debris to the hole in the outer wall high above. You emerge in bright sunlight, surrounded by an immense jungle. As your vision clears, you realize you stand on the hull of a colossal spaceship, crashed on an alien planet. There's a shout behind you, and as you turn, figures climb over the curve of the ship towards you: your rescue party, weathered and scarred by the efforts necessary for survival. B A S E C A M P A ramshackle spread of tents and shelters built out of resources salvaged from the ship and gathered from the jungle. Not sleek, not clean, but alive: people coming and going from tent to tent, heading out into the jungle or returning with freshly foraged food. Some are working to build more shelters or improvize working tech out of parts salvaged from the ship; some are cooking; some are just taking shelter from the sun for a while. Whether you find somewhere to help or apply your skills, it's probably a good idea to get to know your neighbors. E X P L O R A T I O N The jungle is dense and green, teeming with life, high calls and cries of strange animals and birds, the low buzz and murmur of insects. There are no paths or notable markings; go too far into the trees and you may not be able to find your way back. Dangers hide in the shadows but there's also food, water - or perhaps you're looking for more, pushing further in a search for answers about this planet you're now living on. Or you can turn your attention to the crashed ship, the huge bulk of it balanced precariously on the edge of a cliff. It creaks and groans in its delicate position, audible from a distant but all the louder should you venture inside. Dark corridors made even more dangerous by the damage to the internal structure, debris and obstacles blocking progress, and any wrong step could cause it to collapse in on you, or send the ship over the cliff. But finding any tech, resources or supplies might just be worth the risk. C H O O S E Y O U R O W N . . . Hunt or flee from strange creatures in the jungle, take a try at rock-climbing down the cliff-face, or practise in-game gained abilities. Ataraxion is currently without a network until one is built, but test-driving on a prospective one is also totally fine! |
Base Camp
[ Who's surprised that James Potter is offhandedly eavesdropping and offering a remark while someone else is trying to make themselves useful?
James isn't as casually messy as he would normally prefer. Even with his magic, he's finding it hard to completely adjust to suddenly living in the wilderness. He isn't the roughing it sort, and it shows. His hair sticks more on end than usual and he's sporting a bruise on his cheek lately from a run-in with a tree branch that he'd prefer not to talk about anymore, thanks.]
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That depends.
[ Her fingers dig through the dirt around the root, Carolyn careful to pull back if it looks like there's something strange, setting rocks to the side in a pile. ]
The last planet I crash-landed on had one form of life and they tried to eat everything.
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[ Jokes. There's never a bad time for them, in his opinion. Well. Perhaps a few. But he's fairly certain their current situation isn't quite serious enough to dictate the need for strict sobriety. Getting more to the point and sliding sideways into actually making use of himself, James combs the fingers of one hand back through his hair before reaching for his wand.
He's never exactly been the staunchest supporter when it comes to the statute of secrecy, so it's natural for him to flaunt it completely now that the Ministry is a universe away. ]
Need a hand? I wouldn't mind giving whatever you're up to a go.
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[ Because if you eat everything... well, you run out of things to eat until someone crash lands and doesn't get off the planet in time.
She's seen wands before, mostly whenever Sirius was harassing her about something. There's still enough distrust over magic to make her hesitate, but then she nods, straightening up and stepping away. Just in case. ]
Trying to get the plant out. Roots and all.
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[ James gives a flick of his wand, muttering the appropriate spell and backing up half a step as the earth cracks a little, straining against the spell before the plant begins to pull free. The roots hold taunt for a moment, but then they're sliding out of the earth as well. He smirks, not taking his eyes off the prize as he steps forward to catch the plant mid-levitation and lower his wand. ]
There's one magical fix to you problem. Remember me when you've got extra soup or whatever it is you've been surviving on out here. Merlin knows soup is likely a touch classy for our lot.
[ And he's holding out the prize, dutifully not being a total git. ]
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[ Too long. Months, and she's still working out everything that had happened while she'd vanished.
But Carolyn nods toward the plant, even as she takes it. ]
If this is edible, though, I'll split it with you. Might be that with your [ urgh ] magic, you can catch sort of game that we can add, actually make that soup.