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ataraxioff2015-08-22 11:34 pm
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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! |
wanda maximoff » mcu
[ she's sluggish as she lands bodily on the wall opposite.
not just because of her limbs - though that comes with it's own disadvantage as she slowly picks herself up off of the floor- wall. it's more than that, an absence felt as keenly as a pressure against her temples, the moments before a headache where something is wrong but you can't quite place your finger on what it is yet. she isn't powerless, it's nothing so dramatic enough, but the difference is enough that she can feel it keenly in every movement.
still there is enough going on that she can focus on something else - for the moment at least. figuring out exactly what works and what doesn't, how far she can test things, it's not a priority. what is a priority is the loud groans of a precariously balanced wreck, finding clothes, and finding an exit. with a deep breath, shaking knees and a soft mutter under her breath she starts to move, not out of the dangerous ship just yet but further in. there may lie answers there yet. ]
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[ later as she does emerge, fully clothed in a simple and pretty damaged dress that someone abandoned in what used to be the locker room. she's still dripping with the blue fluid, hair hanging in matted locks, and once she emerges into the sun she pauses for a moment and stares at the sky. ]
This is not where I started.
[ she makes the comment, clearly unnecessary, to no one in particular, and then raises a hand to crumple enough of the hull that she has a clear path to the ground. it takes a lot more out of her than it used to, and already out of breath she drops to a seated position as she stares at her hands. so that explains the feeling then. god only knows what is going wrong with her right now, but one thing it definitely is is wrong. staring at her hands - or more accurately, the little red sparks and waves drifting away from her fingertips - doesn't change the fact that she already feels completely sapped of her energy though, and after a minute she lets her hands fall back to her sides and stands instead. ]
Something is wrong. [ again this is obvious, but this time she speaks with more purpose, looking around for someone to demand answers from. for people who know of it her accent is strong, eastern european, and as she spots a humanoid shaped body she rounds on them as quickly as she can manage in her currently drained state. ] What did they do to me?
no subject
So when another young woman exits, Wave is a little too stunned to say anything. She watches as the woman raises her hand and the hull crumples in response--a mage, then.
But then she drops herself, and Wave scrambles up to see if she can help. She reaches her just in time to hear the question: "What did they do to me?" ]
What did who do to you?
[ Her words are quiet but inquisitive, trying not to startle the other girl too much. ]
Whoever it is that brought us here? Or someone else?
no subject
He stops a few feet away from her. He should, possibly, be more afraid of this woman and her red sparks. But he sounds impatient more than anything. Arguably little pissy. The humidity doesn't suit him. ]
No one has done anything to you. [ That isn't precisely true. But it's no they who has done something to her. No one she could know. ] Don't damage the ship. It isn't stable.