TEST DRIVE MEME 001

[ataraxites]

T E S T   D R I V E   M E M E A R R I V A L 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!

Comments

[adoptalizard]

It's weird. Stop.

[ 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.

[workout]

[ Okay, so he's seriously not trying to come across as completely oblivious, but the only word that really clicks is void. Not in a good way, unfortunately. Concern's quickly overtaking his confusion, expression gaining focus as it starts to sink in that he's missing way too many pieces. ]

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. ]

[adoptalizard]

[ it takes a moment or so to sink in. firstly, because scott should know this, and secondly, because he shouldn't actually be that surprised if he doesn't. they had enough of the others coming in and out without memories. derek, lydia, erica. jackson's mouth hangs open as a pause settles, and then he's sighing, hands on his hips as he casts his eyes to the side. ]

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.