ataraxioff | TEST DRIVE MEME 001

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!

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[ ARRIVAL ]

[ Help? She doesn't need help. She doesn't even know where she is, or how she got here, but she doesn't need more people handling her, sticking needles in her, nor shoving tubes down her throat for that matter. The moment she manages to regain some semblance of balance, even if only barely, she's already crawling onto her feet, and trying to find the quickest way out of wherever she is.

She doesn't know... doesn't understand. This, all of it - it makes no sense.

She was done. She was done.

She lacks her clothes, undressed and feeling exhausted and worn out in a way that reminds her a little too much of when she'd been locked up in Mount Weather. And to add to that, she doesn't have her weapons. So naturally, the first thing she thinks about is finding something that she can use as one. Anything that's either heavy, or sharp - ideally both.

And more than likely, that's how people will find her, either still naked and inside what's left of the ship, or out in the forest, having already managed to find a few pieces of clothing to put on. ]

[ BASE CAMP ]

[ It's not nearly as bad as some of the places she's been in before; but that doesn't mean she likes it. In fact, if this world looked anything like the world she knew, she would've taken off on her own a long time ago.

The urge to do so is still very much there, in fact. She's managed to find some proper clothes now, and has been collecting items here and there to serve as weapons too. She'll work on that with time, but for the moment, it would have to do. So she can be found usually sitting by herself, away from any groups, watching with an all too wary expression, neither hoping nor expecting to find anyone here that she knows. In her hand, she holds some kind of sharp object, looking as close to a knife as she could manage... just in case. ]

[ EXPLORATION ]

[ She may be sticking around the camp, at least for now, but that doesn't mean she's going to sit there and wait for things to work themselves out. At the very least she'll try to get to know this place, learn its dangers and advantages, and hopefully find something to eat. Lacking the face paint from home, she uses some muddy dirt to better hide herself as she makes her way through the woods, her hand keeping a heavy pipe from the ship in hand, should she need to defend herself, a sharpened spear tied to her back, and a couple of smaller weapons similar to knives strapped to her waist.

At the very least, she won't be caught unprepared.

As for the ship - she doesn't have any particular interest to step in there. But she can be found near the debris at times, right at the edge of where metal starts, debating on whether the risk of getting trapped in there is worth it, for the sake of finding some supplies that she might need. ]

[there's a bit of familiarity to this from what clarke finds herself remembering as weeks have passed since they crash landed on this planet. building shelter, gathering food and water while scavenging for more resources if there's anything else out in the jungle or on even on the ship just to survive.

it's like a weird sense of deja vu between the remnants of memories that flash in her mind. she's done this before which is clear enough for her but aside from her own name and knowing her capabilities as a medic, the amnesia still hasn't let up though she knows she's not the only one at least. clarke was helping out people with whatever they needed for the most part and eventually she was heads on her way back to her tent and that's whe she spots anya just up ahead. it's hard not to when she's sitting off on her own away from everyone else.

for a split second, there's look of recognition in her expression before it fades because even though it's like she knows her, clarke can't seem to place her at all which is yet another thing she seems to be drawing up a complete blank on. she decides to approach her though, thinking that maybe talking to her will help jog her memory a bit] Was that something you managed to salvage from the ship?

[ With her eyes constantly watching everyone around, of course Anya's gaze locks down on anyone that comes even just a couple of feet closer to her. And when that someone happens to be a face she recognizes, then she pays more attention.

It's not without its share of tension, clear in the way she stands up, her shoulders squaring, the small sharp item in her hand though she has no intentions of using it. There's a mix of wariness and distrust from not knowing where she is, and being here with someone who is after all part of the Sky People, and relief because it's someone she knows. It's Clarke, but-- it's something. ]

Clarke. [ She says simply at first, finding something weird in the girl's approach, but unable to pinpoint what exactly. Looking to the shiv in her hand, she holds it by the pointed edge and hands the hilt over to her. She could easily defend herself if she tried to attack her for whatever reason anyway. ] Had to put it together, but yes.

[ Looking her up and down, she glances behind her, as if expecting one other of her people to show up. ] Where are we?

[The greenery rustles, a thick, deliberate sound - not an animal, but someone who is making sure that their arrival won't startle the armed woman. Saul is, for once in his life, not spoiling for a fight. He emerges from the shadow of the leafs, a lean, hungry boy with dirty hair, himself armed with a newly crafted speak and a knife in one boot. He looks her up and down, and asks the question that he'd been asking of every single explorer he'd seen leave the camp.]

Are you going hunting?

[It's a godforsaken, strange place he's in, but Saul spares little thought for it. Exile is exile and its exact place is unimportant. He has one driving motivation these days, and that motivation is hunger.]

[ He doesn't startle her, but when he comes into view, she's holding up a weapon anyway, a long blade crudely put together to look somewhat close to a sword. She's not planning to attack him, no, but she doesn't trust him either. She doesn't trust anyone, even less so in a strange place like this one, so foreign and entirely unknown to her. ]

Why?

[ Well. At least she's not telling him to go away. That's something. ]

[Saul isn't himself surprised to find steel pointed his way, and he holds his ground, neither pushing nor standing down from his own high alert set to counter an attack if it does come. Every sensible person in the camp is on high alert, or at least so he thinks - those who are not are, by definition, not sensible.]

I'm hungry, [he says plainly.] If you're hunting I'll come with you. You... [There is a moment's hesitation. He'd mostly learned better by now than to make comments about women with weapons, so he decides to make the comment without the conditional.] You look like you know how. Those weapons, they look well-made. [Or at least, as well-made as anything any of them manages.]

I'll be of use - you'll see.

[ Good call on not making remarks about her being a woman. It's not something Anya's used to dealing with, when among her people women are just as strong and as capable as men, and they are seen as such. She's never dealt with anyone that thought her any less of a warrior for being a woman, and she definitely wouldn't take it well, if and when it happened.

She looks him up and down at the last words, as if that alone will tell her what he could possibly mean by that. Be of use? He would more likely cause trouble, or so she thinks just then. But... she does need food. Everyone does. Not that she's inclined to share with strangers, but she doesn't have anyone else in this place.

If all else fails, she can always let predators have at him, if they happen to get attacked. Lowering her sword just slightly, she nods to the direction she's headed. ] Stay out of my way.

[Not making comments is difficult, and his eyes keep roving over her with the low-burn suspicion of someone who expects a slip-up. Her own scrutiny is received with a careless upward jerk of the chin, a minute and casual challenge. He is thin and bedraggled and looks younger than his age, but a lifetime of violence has left a confidence in his hold of his weapon, as though even the makeshift spear is already an extension of his arm.

Stay out of the way, she says. His jaw tightens a little as he slips into step next to her. He shouldn't get angry at a very familiar comment, but the hunger makes it difficult.]

I know how to track and hunt, [he says in a low voice.] I'm not a pup following your for scraps, doma.

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Anya ( the 100 )

basecamp; omg anya hello!!

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