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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! |
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...The action itself, she could probably manage to get away with bragging about, but she's not sure that she could cover her discomfort over it all.
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That ended far more lamely than she had intended. She squares her shoulders, realizing she hadn't properly done anything even remotely in the way of an introduction. "You can call me AJ, by the way, when you're done spitting and hissing like an egg on a griddle."
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The rest of his grumbling, however, she takes to heart. She bites her lip on a few choice words, then considers, "you know, I don't think we're over the, uh, the basement anymore. Wherever this is... if we're lucky, we probably have at least a couple of weeks before anything fucking awful happens. That's long enough to steal some things and find somewhere secure to wait and watch and see. From there..." she considers carefully. She doesn't want to pitch herself in to his particular cause; it feels wrong somehow to offer her aid for him to get home when she knows full well that they're both unwanted clones. "From there, I'm not gonna do anything to hold you back..." She trails off, still feeling that uncomfortable twinge to speak a name that she doesn't want to assume...
"And I won't mock you. I mean, I'll try not to. Sometimes..." She scratches her neck, wiping sweat away that's been seeping down her collar and into the prickly bed of red material she'd woken up with. "Sometimes I say shit because it's better than being serious. I don't look like I could crush a rock when I flip my shit like you do."
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"You can steal if that's how you get by. Me, I plan on providing for myself as long as I am able to. Removes the risk of me having to put up with anyone whining if I get found out and keeps me from owing anyone. On a planet like this there's got to be some plants that can be harvested for the water they store between the rainy spells and some wildlife I can hunt down for nourishment." Algidus pauses for a moment, considering the human before him. "If you wish to come with me, I would abide it." Picking off a hapless animal or two could be a good way to begin testing this partnership they were proposing.
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Looking up at Algidus again, she adds, "but if you think living off of these plants and bugs and shit is something you can manage, I'll... I'll try."
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"That is also something I can abide," he nods, folding his arms across his broad chest. "If any of them give you trouble, I can keep them in line... providing you share what you glean from them with me."
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She emerges fully from under the fern to regard him, arms crossed over her chest. A shard of glass is wedged into her belt from one of the broken grav couches; a real-if small-blade through the opposite side. She's not nearly as tall as him, but she's projecting presence in the way she's got her shoulders squared and her legs slightly spread. Her half-tangled dark mane is adding some volume, too, much in the same was an angry cat might. She puts her arm out, palm splayed to the alien. "You want to shake hands on it?" And then, considering all of the other times he-no, his predecessor-would pause and grow confused, she elucidated, "it means we're in agreement, and if one of us fucks off, it breaks the deal and the other one has the right to track them down and demand to make shit right. Since I have no paper and we can't sign some kind of fucking contract... it's the next best thing. Unless you want to cut your palm open and swap blood, but I don't see you being the kind who wants a brother."
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"You can call me Algidus, by the way," he nodded, pulling his hand back once they'd completed the shake. "You're lucky. I don't offer my assistance to just anyone."
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"This environment is drastically different from anything I have been forced to exist in before. My appearance may change again, in time. But it will be gradual, and will probably take months for the first signs to begin emerging."
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"Alright, what are you trying to get out of me if I agree to this?"
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And the degree of a bond that they'd formed before their differentiation does not wholly account for it: "Anyways, you know how shitty things can get. When fuck-heads are in charge everything can go to hell and keep you crammed under its thumb no matter what you do. Nobody goes lone wolf on that and survives, not for the long run."
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Wait, she's asking the wrong person for that. She half-turns to him, flapping a hand. "I know, I know, I'll find out."
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"Let me know if they need any persuasion in coughing up information. Some people can be stubborn. They need... prodding."
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"Where do you want to meet up again?"
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"Meet up? That's a good question. That camp seems to be about the only remotely organized set-up that I've come across but I don't think it would be wise to conduct this sort of business so close to so many eyes and ears. Maybe somewhere in the ship itself, though... with its precarious position on the cliff and all that groaning coming from the inner structures, I'm not sure how stable it is."
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((Man I hope we can handwave or link to this thread for the game proper. XD))
((If not I am sure they will cross paths again~))
((Oh, quite possibly. You never know, these two don't quite seem like they'll stick~))
((I dunno, he's made of ice and it's super humid out. She might stick a little.))
((The moment she gives him a tongue-lashing, she'll be stuck for good!))
((In both senses of the word?? wink wonk))
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