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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. ♥


glitchinthesystem: (Oh not good)

[personal profile] glitchinthesystem 2018-08-02 01:45 am (UTC)(link)
[ No one should be handing the job of diplomat to this kid. This is about what he expected when he hucked that piece of garbage; a Full out fight.

What he hadn't expected was for this guy to get between him and one of the bully boys. Thankfully, fighting people bigger than him this isn't something he's new too. So he's quick to move around the next punch, just getting clipped across the cheek. That'd bruise for sure but at least it's not a broken nose.

Stranger man was right though. Best to start running. He takes a glance back to the narrow alley he had been hiding in. Small enough for terrans to fit through, but not these Maxus. Pointing to it he addresses the man and the other terrans; ]


There! Run there! [ And there isn't more instruction than that as he's already taking off. ]
tauropolos: dnt (pic#12471275)

nothing wasted.

[personal profile] tauropolos 2018-08-02 01:57 am (UTC)(link)
[ It is, admittedly, thankless work. There is no honor in chopping up bodies even if the effort is to revitalize the land and feed the soil. The technology the people here use is foreign to her, and she has no advantage as she has not been called here like a true Servant might be. The effect is jarring, and Atalanta scans the area almost aimlessly, her keen eyes and ears taking in the sight of the bodies, the terrible smell of oil and machinery--

And then the sound of someone vomiting nearby.

Atalanta's ears perk up at the sound and she spies Caleb doubled over, his coat a mess. With care, she wanders to his side, and a metal gloved hand touches his back. ]


Easy.

[ His first battle, the first sight of death? There is a brief clench of sympathy around her heart, though she has always delighted in battle. Perhaps he is injured. ]

Should I get someone to aid you?
girlcorrupted: (pic#12402782)

Angel | Borderlands

[personal profile] girlcorrupted 2018-08-02 02:56 am (UTC)(link)
The arrival.

[ Angel had expected death to be more quiet, and for a moment she supposes it was. Coming to on the shores of some foreign beach instead of well, bleak nothingness had been unexpected but hell, she would take it.

But then there had been the people, hauling her up and treating her injuries and shuffling her onto the bus she now resided on, with that PA going off every few minutes. Who was she kidding? She wasn't dead, something had gone wrong.

She can't fathom what that something may have been though, perhaps it was Eridian related, considering her...circumstances, previously. She needs more information.

To whoever is on her left, she'll turn her head towards, speaking in a hushed tone ]


Um, excuse me? If possible, could you tell me the last thing you remember before you woke up in this place?

The night of.

[ It's been a long, long time since Angel last saw the night sky in person, and even if it isn't the one she's familiar with? It's still beautiful...if not slightly overwhelming. She's taken a seat on the beach alone just to stare, but she's not averse to company if you'd like to star gaze with her. ]


hypernet

4N631: Let me test something.

CL4P-TP-BOT: For a funny joke please type: /msg CL4P-TP !joke



Edited 2018-08-02 04:48 (UTC)
sparkleprince: by <user name=krad> (I'm home)

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[personal profile] sparkleprince 2018-08-02 02:58 am (UTC)(link)
[ Brows puckered and frowning, Yogi has been gazing at the scene: misshapen monsters falling from the sky and attacking this rag-tag bunch of civilians, some of them no more than children, who are resisting with all they have.

How can he have traveled so far, for everything to be just the same?

But when the girl next to him speaks, he startles a little and turns to her. His frown vanishes, and he answers her grin with his own brilliant smile. ]


Sure! Glad to help!

[ Whether he's at home or here, there's nothing for it, when it comes to it. He's got to fight, too. ]
283: (pic#10690434)

[personal profile] 283 2018-08-02 03:21 am (UTC)(link)
[Nisha takes that glower and returns it with a little sneer, sliding her revolvers into the holsters at her hips. Redhead just lost her chance at getting that trade she's hollering about. (Not that Nisha was going to give up her pistols anyway, but nobody has to know that.)]

Oh, yeah? Well, good luck with that. Salt water's a bitch to deal with, or so I hear. [She wouldn't know!!!]

Dudes around here seem to have a surplus, though. You could probably just take something.
redplainsrider: (Get on your horse and ride)

[personal profile] redplainsrider 2018-08-02 03:29 am (UTC)(link)
Ain't into takin' what ain't mine. Now, if someone were to offer me one not attached to whatever this tech is.

[She gives Nisha an expectant look, but isn't actually expecting her to be so generous with her guns. Though those were some good looking guns.]
girlcorrupted: (pic#12402790)

iii

[personal profile] girlcorrupted 2018-08-02 03:54 am (UTC)(link)
You saw it too? I attempted to contact the general admins, but they claimed to have no error's in the recent cache.
glitchinthesystem: (my eye on you)

[personal profile] glitchinthesystem 2018-08-02 04:10 am (UTC)(link)
[ He had come to the beach to get his own thoughts out of his head. The new sights were maybe a little overwhelming but there was something at looking at a real ocean that had a calming effect. It seemed that he wasn't the only one with that idea. As he was stepping onto the sand, Glitch see's some kid walking along muttering to themselves.

It earns a quirked brow and a curious look as he slowly approaches from behind. Something about quirk and something called UA? Definitely meanings that were lost on Glitch, but the babble is enough to get him to speak up behind him; ]


Hey, pointy; keep going on like that and somethin's gonna fly in your gob. Never know what kind of freaky life forms they've got flyin' around here.
283: (pic#10690436)

[personal profile] 283 2018-08-02 04:15 am (UTC)(link)
[Ah. There's that look.

Nisha raises her hands, taking a half step back like the very suggestion wounded her.]
Whoa there, partner. Me and these babies don't separate for nothing. Looks like you and your principles are shit out of luck.
badassassin: (pic#11222810)

[personal profile] badassassin 2018-08-02 04:17 am (UTC)(link)
Some call for help, I think. Which is... concerning if the admins are denying it.
girlcorrupted: (pic#12402782)

[personal profile] girlcorrupted 2018-08-02 04:30 am (UTC)(link)
There is always a chance that the origin can be traced. This network is less...accessible to me, than the one I had access to back where I originate from, but once I become more adept at navigating it I can give it a shot. It shouldn't take me long.
collectsdust: (okay)

[personal profile] collectsdust 2018-08-02 04:39 am (UTC)(link)
torchwick: I'm assuming we're dead and this is what comes after.
torchwick: not what I expected
girlcorrupted: (Default)

Hypernet

[personal profile] girlcorrupted 2018-08-02 04:45 am (UTC)(link)
I had wondered this myself, but all signs so far point to no.
collectsdust: (okay)

[personal profile] collectsdust 2018-08-02 04:56 am (UTC)(link)
Now I'm not sure if that's a comforting thought
girlcorrupted: (pic#12402790)

[personal profile] girlcorrupted 2018-08-02 05:11 am (UTC)(link)
I suppose it all depends on your perspective. Would death be preferable?
redplainsrider: (She won't rest until you die)

[personal profile] redplainsrider 2018-08-02 05:31 am (UTC)(link)
That's what I thought.

[This little exchange is interrupted by a frustrated Terran, who barks, "Are you two seriously arguing about this stuff right now?? Here!" and he thrusts a rifle into Red's arms before storming off himself to get into the fight. She looks after him, then down at the gun which was more unwieldy than her rifle, but it'd do.]

Well, would ya look at that. Problem solved.
sparkleprince: by <user name=krad> (Sparkle! ☆)

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[personal profile] sparkleprince 2018-08-02 05:39 am (UTC)(link)
Hi Mister Protagonist! I'm Yogi!

[ This is 100% played straight, the concept of "smart remarks" has never sullied this pure child's golden head. Anyway, he seems completely unperturbed by his new friend's driving, collisions or no, and delighted to comply with the request, even going so far to swing a leg over –

wait. ]


Aaaah, but if I come with you, what happens to this one?

[ Won't his own hoverbike crash or something? Without a driver??? ]
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[personal profile] collaborates 2018-08-02 06:44 am (UTC)(link)
It's nice to meet you Vanessa, even if the circumstances aren't good.

( the question gets a slow blink. it's not exactly one connor has ever heard before; everyone in detroit knows what an android is so hearing it out loud is unusual enough that it makes him pause.

maybe people here were from different worlds as well as places. how was that for a big thought? definitely something to pick at and unravel later.)


I'm a machine, built by Cyberlife. I'm a prototype RK800 model and I've been working with the Detroit City Police Department. Originally it was to help them investigate any crimes that involved a Cyberlife android.

( connor isn't sure if that is going to make sense or not and he debates throwing the next part out there before deciding that it would probably clear more things up.) I'm not human.
possidetur: (ᴏɴᴇ sᴇᴠᴇɴᴛʏ ꜰɪᴠᴇ)

[personal profile] possidetur 2018-08-02 08:00 am (UTC)(link)
( it's a very good thing that he clarified it as so many of the words go past her understanding, and the rest feels like mindless conversation that vanessa would normally pay attention to but-- she's confused by a lot of things. too much for her attention to be picking up on enough.

she took her hand back, folding her arms again. it was in part a barrier to distance people, mostly a comfort to herself. keep tight and controlled, keep protected.

had she been wrong before when she'd assumed he wasn't a threat? vanessa didn't instantly believe now that he was, he seemed confused as she did, but not knowing what he was made the situation feel more dangerous )


That's not possible. You can't be a machine.

( machines were large mechanisms that certainly weren't shaped like people )
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[personal profile] collaborates 2018-08-02 08:33 am (UTC)(link)
( connor can honestly say that today has been a day of firsts, this whole conversation included. he knows he's a machine but connor is also coming to terms with the fact that he's alive. it's a delicate situation all around but at the end of it all connor understands he's not human and is made of components.

perhaps it's best to look at this from a different angle, as just stating facts doesn't seem to be helping much. at least connor's demeanour remains calm, not at all ruffled by the fact someone is telling him he's not possible.)


I can assure you I am possible. Why do you believe that I can't be a machine?
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possidetur: (ᴛᴡᴏ ᴛᴡᴇʟᴠᴇ)

[personal profile] possidetur 2018-08-02 09:01 am (UTC)(link)
( vanessa doesn't answer immediately, not quite feeling foolish though given that he seems to be determined that it is true-- she almost doesn't want to be wrong but this is what she knows and vanessa isn't certain that she could believe anything else. it just isn't possible )

They have a limited purpose. And they do not look as you do.

( machines were built for a job. what job would one have to look like a human did? and how would it be made, be able to think? )
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[personal profile] collaborates 2018-08-02 09:34 am (UTC)(link)
You're not wrong, androids do have certain responsibilities. Some are gardeners, some look after children, others were created with the purpose of military work. It's not quite that way now, but you aren't off the mark in thinking that way.

( connor briefly thinks to all the androids he's known and spoken to in the few months of his life. some seem to be fine with branching out and finding new purpose whilst some felt lost, directionless in a larger world.

so, this human vanessa ives has never met an android it seems. vanessa can't be forgiven for thinking he's human, the only thing that really gives it away is the flickering LED at his right temple.)


We were created to look as human as possible. Does it bother you?
possidetur: (ᴏɴᴇ sɪxᴛʏ sɪx)

[personal profile] possidetur 2018-08-02 09:56 am (UTC)(link)
I don't know.

( though if vanessa did think on it she would probably find that it did bother her. it seemed unnatural, a web of lies for something to be possible. and she didn't understand it )

Does it matter? Will it help to free us?
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[personal profile] collaborates 2018-08-02 10:29 am (UTC)(link)
( an honest answer from vanessa. connor will give an honest one back as he folds his arms again, his own actions more casual and thoughtful than anything.)

If we were back home I would say instantly that yes, it would help free us. Everything here is new so it may take a little bit longer for me to compile the information needed to get us all out of here.

( he's definitely going to have to start spending a lot of time just info gathering, but that's fine with him, perks of being an android is not needing to rest a lot.)

Where are you from?
possidetur: (ᴛᴡᴏ ᴛʜɪʀᴛʏ ᴛᴡᴏ)

[personal profile] possidetur 2018-08-02 10:48 am (UTC)(link)
( the statement sounds very confident and perhaps, with vanessa knowing so little, a little overly self-assured. though hadn't he said that his role was to investigate-- something? she didn't remember what )

London.

( she lifts her head just enough to dare to look at him, almost study him, though she's careful to avoid his gaze where she can, never meeting his eyes )

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