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TESTDRIVE_01



THE ARRIVAL.

You wake up, wet and bruised, in the water.

You don't recall falling, but you recall a flash of bright light, and the next thing you know you're washing up on the shoreline. You can see two moons and a planet in the sky. Directly abovehead is a slash of oscillating lights that flash painfully bright with every passing second - and you witness a handful of silhouettes getting spit out of the lights, falling into the water with a loud splash.

It's a surprising sight; just as surprising is the fact that you're not alone.

A stranger you didn't notice approaching hauls you up onto your feet, checks you for injuries, and then you're lifted into a shuttle, where you're healed by the med techs on board. There are others like you who were pulled from the water and the sand, and they're in various states of healing. You're all soaked in seawater - and by the look of things, you're all equally at a loss about your situation.

An automated message keeps repeating over the PA system in English: "You are currently in Caius Allied Territory. Welcome to Alexandrina."

Where the hell are you?

You're now in Alexandrina, and we hope you enjoy your stay.



NOT IN KANSAS ANYMORE.

It isn't your lucky day.

Something, somewhere along the line, goes incredibly wrong. Rather than keeping you at the shores of Alexandrina, the rift pulls you in and spits you out in a place that's a lot less watery and clear. The first thing you come to is the taste of dirt and grime, and the hustle and bustle of a city that doesn't have an off-switch.

Overhead, there are high-rises and towers that go up further than your eyes can see. It seems neverending, and natural light struggles to filter through the metal. The shock only starts to fade away when you hear the sounds of a struggle not too far away from where you landed. Investigating will lead you to a group of Caia Maxus harassing a few Terrans on a back alleyway. The Terrans are trying to sidestep their way out of this (they'd rather not get involved in a fight), but the Caia Maxus far outnumber them and all escape routes have been blocked.

No one else is stepping in to intervene. If anything, the rest of the onlookers seem to be encouraging the rough treatment. So now you get to decide:

OPTION A | YOU STEP IN LIKE THE HERO YOU ARE. You step between the two parties to try and avoid an escalation. You don't want to start trouble, or maybe you do and this seems like a good reason to fish for a fight.

OPTION B | YOU LOOK THE OTHER WAY. This isn't your problem really, so without saying a word, you head for the other direction. The Terrans weren't asking for help anyway, so maybe they could handle it. Best hope nothing will let you regret your decision.

Choose wisely. You'll feel the effects of your choices sooner than you think. Regardless of what you decide though, the Hypatia Rescue Fleet 409 will locate you a few Terran hours later. They'll tell you they have no idea how you ended up in Koriba, that's never really happened before, but they're glad they managed to find you before anything major happened.




THE NIGHT OF.

It's a lot to take in. You're on an alien moon, looking out to a planet that looks a lot like Earth but isn't. You can see the storms swirling around, the deep blue of its own seas, as you listen to the crash and pull of the waves not far from where you stand. The stars are different here too - there are no constellations that you recognize immediately.

Some of the older locals are lingering outdoors with you, and they nod at you as you make your way around the cottages. Are you headed to the beach? You might find a few couples having a moment there. Are you headed back into the cottages? If you peer into some of the windows, you'll find entire families sitting together, or parents tucking their children to bed.

If you're headed into the woodsy areas that extend away from the beach, you might hear a rustling sound or two - from something too large to be another person.

Careful where you walk tonight. There's a reason for lights out being a thing.




WELCOME TO THE 409.

It's the morning after your quick orientation into the Alexandrina settlement, and everything looks dewy and homey — until you start hearing loud splashes, followed by shots firing off nearby. Is it a bird? Is it a plane? No, it's a bunch of eldritch horrors falling from the rift abovehead. They stand at roughly ten meters tall each, lumbering out from the water with angry screeching and flailing limbs. They're already kicking up a mess at the shorelines, and upending some of the makeshift outposts lining the beach.

The locals are shooting at them to keep them away from the settlement borders. Most of them are adults, but some of the shooters are as young as fifteen or sixteen, and clearly used to the kickback of the firearms they're carrying. One of these shooters pushes you forward, tells you to get moving. Another hands you keys to a vehicle and points you in the direction of the fleet — every able adult needs to help in manning the patrol lines, they say. The keys fit into a hoverbike, which in turn is armed with blast guns up front.

"Get up in the air and help the guys out," the stranger urges you. "We don't have as many men as we used, to. Get going, get going!"

...Maybe those bikes come with a how-to manual? On the bright side, at least you're not alone in trying to figure these bikes out.




NOTHING WASTED, NOTHING THROWN.

The beach is saved! You're drenched in monster blood, there's sand in places you didn't realize you even had, and your bike is in some form of damage after those first few crucial minutes of getting the hang of riding them.

Now comes the cleanup, and your character is armed with large chainsaws and buckets. The creatures need to be chopped down to smaller sizes before they can be properly incinerated, and everyone's kindly asked to suit up and get to chopping!

There are small stalls and tents lined up along the beach for various purposes to help with the process. There are refreshment tents for when the sun heat gets to be too much; there are portable incinerator ovens, which burn the creatures' parts down into fertilizer (no point letting it go to waste, hey!), there are shower tents for when you're done with the hacking and sawing, and at the far end of the beach, away from the gore and the carnage, is a beach barbeque bonanza.

From the way people act, this is a normal day in the 409.

So why not grab a saw, chop up some monster flesh, and have yourself a nice beef-flavored something? You've earned it today.




HYPENET.

C̪͇̜̞͇̲a̮̠̝͍̩̦n̪̣ a̦͖n̕y̯̪̪o̟̭͞n҉̩e͢ ̱̜̠͎̖̤h̘̝͔͓̳̪̠e̻̲̦̯ͅa̵r͈̜͙̣̜ ̧m̩͇ḙ͓͡?̩͈̲ͅͅ

H̷͖͇͈̮e̲͖❚❚͓͈̥̤̺͔ͅ—͍ N͎̦̫̯͔̯o͖̖͎̠̣̮ ̹̝o̬̦̠̫̮ͅ❚̱͈̺̝̥͞❚͏ ̳❚͉͎͜ş ̨͚̲͓͚̣̫s̙̥❚̮͚̻͠f̟̪̲̳̕e̥̞̲̝̝͟—͈̖


Whoa. What was that?

This is the first thing you hear as soon as you try connecting to the network. Something tells you this isn't something that happens often, but asking anyone who knows more about this place than you do isn't netting you any answers. The more people start looking at you like you're crazy, the more you're tempted to brush it off...

Connecting to the network again will trigger its original default message:

Welcome to HypeNet, DefaultUsername[xxxx]! You are now accessing the Hypatia Mass Network. You may input your personalized username and start chatting now!

Time to get some answers. Maybe someone else must have heard it too, right?



OOC NOTES.

Welcome to the first TDM of HYPERJUMP! We're trying something different with the Koriba prompt, so please bear with us. Cast your vote here! Both options have their own sets of consequences that will affect the first intro log of the game, so choose your actions carefully!

Additionally, the interactions in this test drive can be game canon if the parties involved agree to it. Everyone is also encouraged to use test drive threads for samples in your application. We are super excited to have you here, and we hope you like what you see. ♥


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Rosette Christopher | Chrono Crusade

[personal profile] timewaitsfornonun 2018-08-01 08:02 pm (UTC)(link)
✞ ARRIVAL.
    [ So a nun walks into a bar—

    Wait no, scratch that. First, there is no actual walking involved, as Rosette has been unceremoniously left (dumped) on the shore with no real idea of where she is, or of how she got there. Second, this isn't exactly the middle of civilization here; the waves crashing against warm, white sand are much more peaceful than the buzz of the city. One might even consider it "nice" and "scenic," and all told, Rosette is taking waking up here wet and very confused relatively well. ]


    LET GO OF ME! WHERE DO YOU THINK YOU'RE PUTTING THOSE HANDS?!

    [ First of all, she's only shouting as someone pulls her up by her elbow. She hasn't actually hit anyone yet, even if she's giving this poor hapless soul a work out with all that thrashing.

    But at least there's no doubt that she's healthy as a mule. Oh boy. ]

✞ 409.
    [ It probably isn't any of her business. Not her world, not her beef. Besides, her expertise lies in dispersing and disposing of demonic issues, and this probably doesn't qualify? But yikes, these things are ugly and they're making a giant mess. She should probably do something, but she isn't exactly the best equipped; she only has the ammunition on her person, and she isn't sure if any of this sparkly space tech works the same way as her bullets. A one-shot one-kill mentality could work, but given how these things don't seem to phased by the makeshift militia here, it's hard to say how effective she will be at long range.

    It's while she reaches into one of her pouches to survey her supply that someone all but pushes a set of keys into her hands. Get up close and personal, drive this thing in and help those boys blast some monsters. ]


    You got it.

    [ She doesn't have someone here to tell her that charging in with guns blazing is a bad idea so ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

    Looking over at the person next to her, Rosette grins reassuringly as she twirls the key ring on her finger. You heard the man. ]


    Cover me, okay?

    [ It's fine, she's got this. It can't be any different from driving a car, right? She probably won't kill them in the process. If they're lucky.

    Nah, they're probably going to die. ]

✞ WILDCARD.
    [ Not feeling the prompts here? Hit me up at [plurk.com profile] impearls with ideas! ]
Edited 2018-08-01 20:04 (UTC)
redplainsrider: (She won't rest until you die)

[personal profile] redplainsrider 2018-08-01 08:07 pm (UTC)(link)
[The sound of the waves had been so hypnotic she hadn't heard the stranger approach until she spoke. She gives a slight jolt in surprise, and inwardly told herself not to be so stupid again in a place where tentacle beasts can fall out of the sky and attack.

Though, she reckoned a rampaging monster wouldn't be asking her about the temperature of water so she relaxed again. Just a smidge. She looks over her shoulder at Allura, but with a look that wasn't totally telling her to scram, but also not quite the most open, friendliest of looks.]


Dunno. Ain't dipped a toe in yet.
tauropolos: dnt (pic#12471275)

409. (pardon the lack of icons)

[personal profile] tauropolos 2018-08-01 08:15 pm (UTC)(link)
[ the hoverbike is foolish, in reality. Atalanta has always been faster on her feet, no matter the limitations of this world or any other. and though she feels her strength is dampened by something, at the very least, she can still fight. from a distance, she can hit these creatures well enough, burying arrows in their eyes or in the maw of their mouths. but up-close, things are a bit more hairy, and she fights to keep herself abreast of their enemies.

a shock of bright hair and the sound of gunfire draws her attention, and when Drake's pistols fail, two arrows fly past her and embed themselves painfully into the creature's legs, forcing it to stumble. ]


Pull back!

[ the abomination, after all, is still scraping the ground to get to its feet. another arrows forms in her grip and she notches it to the bow, taking aim between the eyes. ]
possidetur: (ᴏɴᴇ ᴛᴡᴇɴᴛʏ ɴɪɴᴇ)

[personal profile] possidetur 2018-08-01 08:21 pm (UTC)(link)
( she had half of a response formed when connor began to introduce himself. her hand slowly reaches out to shake his, only by sheer drilling of her social decorum, though his latter words earn a slightly baffled expression from her )

Vanessa Ives. I'm sorry-- an android?

( her question should have had more finesse to it but there it was )
redplainsrider: (Her home is the hot desert sands)

Arrival

[personal profile] redplainsrider 2018-08-01 08:32 pm (UTC)(link)
[She was in a similar boat (as it were), being suddenly dumped in a foreign amount of water that was also salty to boot. Her duster and boots and everything else wasn't the best for swimming in, either, but the one thing she had going for her was her ability to at least tread water and dog paddle. She would need to get to shore before her heavy clothes tired her out, but first, she needs to paddle over to her hat and grab it before it was lost to the waves--

And as soon as she took hold of it someone else that had splashed down near her was suddenly making a commotion and smacking her in the face as he flailed.]


Dangit! [She splutters both in pain and as water is splashed into her mouth.] Would ya calm down already!
eyeofassault: (Guess I'm staying after all)

2 (also yaaaasss 7DS love)

[personal profile] eyeofassault 2018-08-01 08:35 pm (UTC)(link)
[As much as it is a T-Doll's priority to protect humans...Estarossa seems like he's got it taken care of. In fact, since he's enjoying his really weird and kind of crazy blood bath with some weapon she can't figure out, G11 decides it's best to conserve ammo and energy. (Whether napping trumps basically everything else on G11's priority list is something most other androids question at some point after meeting her.)

So Estarossa will be getting eyed by (what appears to be) a small girl stationed on top of a large boulder that she was sniping monsters from. There's a clear look of disgust at how dirty he's gotten, but there's an eventual shrug as she rolls over onto her back.]


Suuure~ Good luck...Wake me up when you're done.
juniberries: (aglow)

I.

[personal profile] juniberries 2018-08-01 08:35 pm (UTC)(link)
[He’s a familiar figure against the night sky, one she hadn’t expected to run into. But she shouldn’t be surprised in finding her friends among the other newcomers: they all always seemed dragged into these things together. Her shoes are removed to relish in the unique feel of sand between her toes, avoiding rocks and pebbles among the darkness as she approaches him.]

Shiro? [With everything that’s happened back home, there is a shred of caution in her voice.] Is that you?
Edited 2018-08-01 21:02 (UTC)
ripvanwinkled: (hey2)

get hype

[personal profile] ripvanwinkled 2018-08-01 08:45 pm (UTC)(link)
II: They could at the very least give us intel on alien memes while they’re at it. Give us a leg up. A way to relate rather than shooting them

I couldn’t quite make out what was said. I do not know if I have a faulty device or not. Could you clarify for me?
283: (pic#10690433)

network

[personal profile] 283 2018-08-01 08:49 pm (UTC)(link)
lawbringer: Great conversationalist.
juniberries: (uh....)

network:

[personal profile] juniberries 2018-08-01 09:04 pm (UTC)(link)
altea: Hello! Do you need help with something?
Edited 2018-08-01 21:08 (UTC)
283: (pic#10690453)

iii.

[personal profile] 283 2018-08-01 09:05 pm (UTC)(link)
[Nisha side-eyes this shouting woman as she passes her by on her way to the fray -- nice hat, she thinks -- and scoffs when she realizes what she's yelling about.]

Nobody's fault you're not prepared, [she says, spinning her revolvers just to be an asshole about how prepared she is. Two-guns-prepared, that's how much.]
deheaded: <user name="rillnoah7" site="twitter.com"> (酒. i eat boys up)

409.

[personal profile] deheaded 2018-08-01 09:39 pm (UTC)(link)
It looks like an attack.

[ the voice comes from a small — gremlin? — walking up behind vanessa, a sword slightly longer than she is tall on her shoulder. the blade glints under the flashing light of the rift; in her other hand is held a small red lacquer dish filled with something that smells alcoholic. ]

Will you fight? [ the question is asked with a delicate curiosity, and shuten takes a sip from that dish before letting it disappear in a swath of gold mana. ] Or stay behind, bewildered? Each is a fine option, though one might lead to an embarrassing defeat.

[ who is this sassy lost creature?? she's barely five feet tall, how's she gonna handle that sword. ]
Edited 2018-08-01 23:39 (UTC)
283: (pic#10690453)

hypenet

[personal profile] 283 2018-08-01 09:43 pm (UTC)(link)
lawbringer: You're assuming that someone's died and come back to know?
glitchinthesystem: (Are you sure that's legal)

[personal profile] glitchinthesystem 2018-08-01 10:03 pm (UTC)(link)
[ if Rhys could see him right now, he'd be giving the guy a look like he had three heads. ]

No, but pretty sure it became pretty hard to do after a nuclear apocalypse. You know, end of the world kind of scenario. Kind of hard to make rockets to the moon, let alone other fucking planets.

[ He's still not quite on the page that everyone is from a different universe yet. ]
glitchinthesystem: (holy shit what)

Nothing wasted nothing thrown

[personal profile] glitchinthesystem 2018-08-01 10:13 pm (UTC)(link)
OH SHIT! [ Is what the young teen yells when the guy suddenly beside him started heaving up what he probably ate for lunch that day. Now, he had not been use to monsters or zombies or whatever the hell this was so he's unnerved himself after it all. These were things of his nightmares, the things that lurk out in the wastes away from the safe domes. So when it was finally all over he had just fell over on his ass and sat there trying to collect himself. He kept a brave face, but only to keep the mental shuddering from physically coming to the surface.

Then came the guys telling them to cut the monsters up and well...there goes this old guy getting sick beside him. In any other circumstance Glitch may have been annoyed at a stranger losing it near him...but this wasn't any circumstance. A glare is shot for a small moment at the sick man before it goes back to the other guy. ]


Hey, fuck off. Go chop those bodies yourself. This guy here can't do it and I sure as hell won't if I'm gonna be taking him back to get cleaned up.

[ Honestly, he felt like he could be sick himself too. It was a miracle Glitch hadn't lost it when this guy did. But, was he being considerate to the sick stranger beside him? Maybe. Though part of it was just to use this guy as a way to get out of it. ]
delmarred: last encore; shaft. (fe32390)

quietly shouts atalanta!!!

[personal profile] delmarred 2018-08-01 11:03 pm (UTC)(link)
[ HAH! rank EX luck saves the day again!

is what drake would say had she the time or inclination, but that sentiment will have to get swept up in the chaos around them as drake pushes her feet against the ground, diving out of the way as that creature crashes to the ground. ]


Heeey, Archer! [ she manages to call out over the din, guns raised despite their lack of bullets. that's not enough to keep her out of the fight, and with a smirk she'll barrel forward again, dissolving the guns into mana and instead forming an axe with a palm-sized blade. as atalanta's arrows sink into the beast's skull, she'll slice her blade up, wanting to blind the creature in case two arrows to the brain aren't enough to stop it. ] Glad to see you!
delmarred: extra manga. (☠. and you know it.)

BE PREPARED TO BE BIG SISTER'D

[personal profile] delmarred 2018-08-01 11:07 pm (UTC)(link)
[ ... what an odd child. something about a kid like this feels familiar, but drake will give his agreement a good-natured chuckle, nodding her head toward the beach where the sound of crashing waves can be heard. ]

Then make sure you keep up. [ she's only 5'1, so there's a good chance jake's taller than her, but her strides are strong; swift. it's almost like she knows where she's going even though she's just as new here as the rest of them. ] And don't call me "ma'am"! Makes me feel old.
delmarred: <user name="adasino_hanken" site="twitter.com"> (62793191_p33)

[personal profile] delmarred 2018-08-01 11:42 pm (UTC)(link)
[ ... well then!

she takes issue with that insinuation that she was just standing there doing nothing, but she also doesn't care enough to argue the point. instead, she's gonna focus on the thing that really matters: ]


You're pretty good with that! You can join my crew during this fight; I need more brute force with me.
kringlefuck: (( 14. ))

AW SHIT

[personal profile] kringlefuck 2018-08-02 12:35 am (UTC)(link)
[ Well, he thought he was pretty short for his age, but 5'8" is a pretty good difference next to this busty lady. He'll try not to get too distracted there.
And yeah, he's childish enough, but at least he's drinking age now. For the record, his favorite is the new style bourbon from Earth C, not like he drinks excessively much like say this pirate lady, but the drink would probably be something different nobody has ever tried before. When trolls became bartenders the drinks got a lot stronger. ]


You've got it, missus!
[ Missus it is. And she's quite ahead of him but he hops off the ground and flies towards her, landing right by her side when she challenges him like that. ]

I say, I couldn't help but notice you're sporting quite the relic of a revolver there if that isn't too bold to say. Um. Just because you're gun is hecka hold doesn't mean you are! You must be from the past or some timey-wimey shenanigans.
redplainsrider: (The wind dares to whisper her name!)

[personal profile] redplainsrider 2018-08-02 12:49 am (UTC)(link)
[Yeah, it IS a nice hat, Nisha.

Red doesn't appreciate the tone or the punctuation of this stranger spinning her guns, so she gives her quite the glower.]


Don't rightly recall me blamin' anyone for anything, ma'am, other than the sea water gettin' in my guns and thus needin' some repair work.
naturallywavy: (《16》)

[personal profile] naturallywavy 2018-08-02 12:55 am (UTC)(link)
Yeah. You expect me to do something about this when my energy so low? Jeez, nothing is worse than feeling light headed when you're whooping ass. You couldn't even pay me 300 yen to do something about this right now.

[ idly picks at his nose.... ]

—You don't wanna help? Oi, you look like a side character who could maybe be a sidekick instead.
[ wait didn't he sound uninterested... ]
tauropolos: equator @ dw (pic#12471944)

drake!!!!!

[personal profile] tauropolos 2018-08-02 01:15 am (UTC)(link)
[ Atalanta's smile is small around the bend of her bow as she regards Drake. ]

Rider.

[ the second arrow flies true and strikes the creature in the skull. if Drake can manage to blind it, they might have a chance to move - if it does not completely die, first. enough arrows should do the trick, but if Drake's pistols couldn't drag it down... ]

They are strangely resilient. I've never seen creatures quite like them.
kanyounot: (020)

looks great!

[personal profile] kanyounot 2018-08-02 01:32 am (UTC)(link)
[ That... is not exactly how one de-escalates a situation like this. Kanan is no negotiator, but even he realizes that.

And, sure enough, after a kid throws a projectile at one of the aggressors, that's about all it takes for them to go on the attack. ]


That's not -

[ He doesn't even have a chance to finish his sentence before he's dodging a rock or something, and then he tries to put himself between the kid and the violent guys, catching a punch before kicking one in the gut. ]

If you've got any sense, kid, you'll run!
naturallywavy: (《38》)

Sakata Gintoki | Gintama

[personal profile] naturallywavy 2018-08-02 01:36 am (UTC)(link)
HYPENET.
JUMPSAMURAI69: hey hey shut the hell up.
JUMPSAMURAI69: some of us are trying to sleep here.

[ wouldn't it be more effective for him to say this instead of type it?? oh well.. ]


409.
[ You're minding your business when you've been forced to get on a hover bike that is heavily armed to help fight off some critters you've neve seen before. Cool story. But just as you start making your way to the fleet, a hover bike sporting a silver and wavy haired samurai pulls up right next to you— one could say he almost hits you, but that's just by accident and not because he's a sadist, right? Right. It only appears like he has the hang of things, and by his confident invitation, he seems trust worthy. He's got some charm going on there, a pair of dead fish looking bordeaux colored eyes and the strange scent of both sea water and.. chocolate (????) reeking from him. He looks sort of stupid with only half of his yukata on over his black shirt, 100% genuine from the Edo period and a pair of biker boots that look from, well, not from the Edo period at all. If you mentioned anything about his fashion sense, he'd totally argue he looks cool but he's not wearing things to look cool (when he absolutely is.) Let's not even talk about how he speaks, murmuring like talking takes way too much effort. ]

Oi, what are you doing standing there and scratching your ass for? Hop on, I could use some help! You don't gotta worry cause..

[ wait for it.. ]

I'm the protagonist.


NOTHING WASTED.

[ Count on this guy to head right up to a refreshment tent still sopping in alien blood and lift his hand to anybody standing by. Maybe it's you, maybe it's somebody else, but clearly he's mistaken the person standing around for professional personnel (or is he just being a shit??? probably being a shit.) ]

I'd like a chocolate parfait with extra strawberries.
[ this is not M*ckey D's, why is he ordering here like it's M*ckey D's. ]
kanyounot: (020)

the night of!

[personal profile] kanyounot 2018-08-02 01:40 am (UTC)(link)
[ Kanan is similarly feeling the need for a little fresh air - and possibly meditation, if he can find a nice quiet spot to do so. But apparently, there's company, and not just from the green-skinned woman who suddenly grabs him. ]

I can handle myself -

[ He grips something at his belt, and points into the darkness ahead. ]

There. About two meters tall, give or take.

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