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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! |
Jackson Whittemore | Teen Wolf (CR AU from Exit Void)
[ while there was a whole metric fuck-ton of things that were horrible about being held by COMPASS, at least none of them were waking up naked while covered in blue slime, as someone retracts something cylinderic and long from your throat. yeah, this is a whole new level of fucking weird. jackson hits the opposite wall of the med bay with a thud, and a drawn out groan, but quickly begins to check his surroundings. still dizzy, vision still swimming, his head snaps around, looking for immediate threats. like marco-polo pool monsters, or space zombies, or floating brains, or legitimate human-sacrificing cultists. none, as of yet, so he's checking his person instead - some of the acid wounds are still gradually clearing, but there's one serious issue he's more concerned with than any of the where-the-hell-am-i issues.
he is super naked. ]
I spent... [ jackson rasps out, coughing and hacking for a moment as his voice coming through his throat feels more like dragging sandpaper over a wound. ugh. ] ...a freaking year getting those four coordinating, complete, undamaged, unbloodstained outfits together. [ he's pushing himself up, still wobbling, but making his way towards standing, as he grunts out a string of, well, complaints, with growing volume. ] I fought dinosaurs and underwater zombies and David Bowie for that wardrobe.
[ as he finally gets to upright, and looks like he's running off of pure indignation and rage at this point, jackson's voice builds up to a furious roar, looking up like he's screaming at the ceiling itself. or, wall that is now acting as the ceiling. ]
Give my damn clothes back, COMPASS, you douchebags!
[B] BASE CAMP;
[ he's not coated in blue goo anymore, but the last couple weeks in Zelien that Jackson had just come off of didn't offer much ease for basics like shaving. not that anything in Zelien was every with ease, but after the first few months, some things had been worked out for basic needs. before everything went to shit and buildings started, you know, eating people. suffice to say, barring the attempt at combat-knife shaving, jackson's looking a little on the rougher side. his hair isn't even styled into magical perfection. it's a tragedy.
but showering - that he'd like to do. or at least bathing. something cleaner than the jump into a stream he did to get the blue junk off. for that, though, he needs something more cleansing than stream water. ]
Please tell me someone has something at least resembling soap here. [ jackson's questioning the first group of people who look like they've been here a while. ] And we're not all trying a tragic group bonding exercise through community B.O.?
[C] EXPLORATION;
[ he actually misses zelien. how screwed up is that? he misses wesley bitching at him, and chief making him run laps, and hell, he misses scott, that dopey loser. jackson hadn't realized how attached he'd grown to them (to having people - to not being alone), and it's starting to not only weird him out, but concern him. there's no one here who knows him. not really - not the him that spent a year surviving hell. square one, and all that crap.
so - food. food gathering. sustenance. basic bodily needs. the kind of crap chief would ramble at him about. that's where he's starting.
too bad he freaking sucks at this hunter/gatherer shit, and it's mostly just dissolved into Jackson wandering through the forest, dragging his feet nosily, and sighing loudly like the petulant teenager he is. anything he might have been able to catch is probably long gone. he might, in fact, be so busy sulking that he trips over a root and falls flat on his face. feel free to laugh. ]
[D] CHOOSE YOUR OWN ADVENTURE;
[ wiiillddcaarrdddd idk hit me. ]
c, rescues romantically
He doesn't recognize him from either. Even days from the jump, the chemical scent's ingrained in skin, enough that it obscures any chance of familiarity. But a newbie in the jungle is always potential for disaster, so Scott heads towards the commotion just in time to see someone vaguely familiar fall flat on their face.
It could be a weird twin situation. This guy looks rougher, for a start, though camping has that effect. Scott takes a deep inhale once he's closer, and by the time he's leaning over to offer Jackson a hand up he's still only fifty percent sure of what he's seeing. Or smelling, or whatever. ]
You okay?
[ Brow furrowed, voice equal parts concerned and bemused. ]
swoons dramatically tbh
Yes, Scott. I'm peachy. I'm having the time of my life. In fact, I think eating alien dirt in another creepy, never-ending jungle is my new favorite hobby.
[ it's jackson, okay, it's definitely jackson. he probably smells a lot like the Void, and really really acidic because there were water balloons with acid and it sucked and he still hasn't showered that off his skin, but somewhere under all of that (and monster goo) is jackson whittemore. a really unhappy jackson whittemore who is actually not as unhappy to see you as he is acting. ]
Thanks bunches for waiting in the giant crashed spaceship for me, by the way, I really enjoyed wandering around naked and slime covered and clueless. Are you sniffing me?
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[ And yeah, Jackson smells incredibly weird. Scott's still stuck on that as he straightens up, eyes narrowing in thought while he studies him, trying to nail down what feels so off. It's been a while since he's seen Jackson, so maybe that's it. Maybe this is just... what happens when you go to England.
He only catches on to what he's saying belatedly, the mention of another creepy jungle and that bizarre nonchalance about the spaceship. The latter's a little easier to parse. ]
Were you in Beacon Hills?
[ Because clearly they'd been together, right? Jackson was expecting Scott to show up in the ship with him, that means he hadn't left yet. ]
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[ just because you're a werewolf doesn't mean it makes it any less creepy to go around sniffing people, also, what are you even sniffing for? yes, scott. when you go to england, they roll you around in acid right after you get cleared by customs.
a mild crease forms between jackson's brows, head tilting some as he stands, brushing off his clothes. they should have gone to beacon hills - well, scott and company at least (and maybe jackson didn't tell them he was planning to go with chief to his place instead) - but that's obviously not what the translocator did. he shakes his head, frowning. ]
No. Didn't stop anywhere in between either. No Void, no ships or cities - just from the basement at COMPASS to the goo-tanks here.
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What the hell are you talking about? What's compass?
[ He almost asks if that's in England, but again, trying not to look completely oblivious. ]
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Nothing... you'd know about, apparently. Fantastic.
[ maybe it's a side effect of the translocator thing that pulls them in and out. not like he's an expert on COMPASS tech, or tech at all. he snaps his mouth shut, muscles in his jaw tensing, and shakes his head. ]
Forget it. Doesn't matter. [ not unless he can find just one more person who remembers COMPASS. without that, he just sounds like a psycho. ] I'm hungry.
a)
[ the last time she'd woken up here it had been very different, all pristine rooms and harsh white lighting. now it's a mess of red lights and broken doors, and the walls are apparently the new floors. weird. still, she folds her arms over her chest and squints around the room a little before tilting her head towards a door. ]
I think it's that way.
[ you know, never mind that this whole ship sounds like it's going to collapse on them at any moment. ]