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

:') i am sorry max

[anti_seed]

[Her name--

--is enough to bring her around abruptly, locking her tiny body into stasis within Max's big fuzzy arms. Her toes are the only thing that properly move about her, scrabbling on the floor for balance, in automatic anticipation of being dropped. She felt him falter, even though they have yet to fall. Her heart thuds inside her ribs and her head, throbbing against her eardrums. Did he just say. Yes, he did.

And he borrowed someone's voice to do it.] Max? [Oh, she remembers. Furiosa nearly died in the course of winning that name. Her arms go slack, the muzzle of the shotgun drooping helpfully away from their heads, off toward the crook of his elbow.] You can-- oh. [DID SHE JUST.

Did she just temporarily cripple her only friend in an alien world.] I'm sorry!

[theroadwarrior]

[He rubs his knee, hissing between his teeth at the sensitivity there. It's not the first time, though, so he at least converts the temporary pain into something else — mostly his patented slow-burning aggravation that Slit and Nux are probably most familiar with: aimless cursing and muttering. He takes the opportunity she gives in her surprise and apology to snatch up the shotgun with one hand, pointing sternly at her with the other as he wobbles on one foot.]

Good with a gun, bad at aiming at the right people.

[hello this is a max lecture and it's approximately a sentence long

He breathes in deep, head swiveling nearly in a full frustrated circle, as he looks at the wall for a hot second before glancing at her with a much softer expression; his brow furrows, frustration left dried up with the throb of his knee joint. He's good now. The gun hangs in his grip.]

You're new; this isn't home.

[Huff.]

Different planet.

[Nah that's cool Max, just dump that on her immediately.]