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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. ♥


badassassin: (pic#11222822)

[personal profile] badassassin 2018-08-03 03:30 am (UTC)(link)
I've been to Pandora.

You work for Hyperion? Are you a programmer?
thunderingpeace: (Cheeky little shit)

[personal profile] thunderingpeace 2018-08-03 03:43 am (UTC)(link)
[He laughs a bit, though it's an awkward one. The way he talks reminds him of Tokoyami, a little, and that just makes him miss home even more.

He needed to find a way back. His Mom, Kacchan, and All Might were all waiting for him there. Well, maybe Kacchan was waiting. Sometimes, with the way they interacted, it was as though he forgot he existed, but that was a thought for another day.]


I'll aim for the former, and hope to not have to deal with the latter.

[He's dealt with some crazy things in his life, anyway. If he can handle villains, he can handle an alien planet. Right?]
omniavincit: (deaf as a fire)

NIGHT as in mare

[personal profile] omniavincit 2018-08-03 03:44 am (UTC)(link)
Logan. [ Surprised, rueful, disappointed and intrigued at once—and all of it packed into the one name. William savors it, his presence on the beach so far nothing more than a series of soft footfalls. He can't link the stars overhead into anything recognizable, but he knows Logan's posture—different, when he thinks nobody's watching—on sight. Even here, even in the dark.

What a waste.

There's a pause, though not a silent one—the sound of a button popping, perhaps, one more step. Something thuds to the sand next to Logan's head. It's a pistol, capturing a little spare gleam from the sky. It has that Westworld authenticity, that scrupulous attention to detail. ]
I don't know what your plans are, but on the off chance they include making it through the night.

[ And he turns to leave. ]
eyeofassault: (Notorious troublemakers)

[personal profile] eyeofassault 2018-08-03 03:45 am (UTC)(link)
napsftw: im fine with it if its a dream. napping in a nap is the ultimate goal?!?! no 416 to yell at me lol
thunderingpeace: (Some people have killed for this smile.)

[personal profile] thunderingpeace 2018-08-03 03:50 am (UTC)(link)
Maybe, but it's worth a try, right? If there are people from different places coming here, then at least one of us might have an idea of how it works.

[Again, vortex quirks exist. Actually, man, he could do with running into someone that has one of those right now, at least to get a good handle on how it works first-hand. How many people even had those at UA? Probably nobody, because if they did, then they would have gotten into Class 1-A for sure--

He stops his train of thought, following Kozukata-san's lead and walking with her. He brightens at her question.]


Yeah! Are you a college student, Kozukata-san?

[He almost asked: "What's your quirk?" but stopped himself. But she was definitely older than him from the looks of it -- she looked more mature than any of the high school girls he ran to at UA, but that could just be her demeanor.]

[personal profile] mashhit 2018-08-03 03:51 am (UTC)(link)
[The slightest satisfaction presented itself when he was greeted to an expression he always got a kick out of seeing--fear. Still, it seemed he was mistaken when he thought it was fear as G11 immediately shut her eyes and seemed to relax right away. If anything, when she managed to sit back up she looked more irritated and disgusted than terrified.

Despite that, Estarossa was all smiles. He put his hands on his knees, pleased to at least rile someone up a bit until--]


Stink?

[Furrowing his brow, Estarossa lifted one arm and gingerly sniffed in the general direction of one of his armpits--despite the clothing and armor that would have held back body odor. He didn't smell that so much as the scent of dried, rotten blood. Huffing, he stood up straight and summoned darkness up around himself, using it to clean himself. Little sandy crackling noises rolled off of him before he spread his fingers, tossing the clumps of dark brown dust over his shoulder.

As if that would solve everything, he squatted down again and gave G11 a pointed, irritated look. If anything, it likely wouldn't change her mind but it wasn't as if he was in the right state to consider things reasonably.]


What about now?
kringlefuck: (( 88. ))

[personal profile] kringlefuck 2018-08-03 03:51 am (UTC)(link)
[ Captain! Wait, is she really a captain? Jake's not sure, but that would explain a lot of things if she is. ]

Aye aye, err, captain!

[ At the next question, he analyzes the flintlock, daring to reach out and touch it at least. Will she allow that? ]

Um, quite! [ SWEATS.. way to be put on the spot.. ] It looks to be 16th century; no doubt a new contraption for someone from that time period.. but where I'm from it's really an antique! [ squints.. ] It looks like.. it could be French? The oldest one I carry is from the 18th century, so I've never gotten my paws on one that old before.

Do you, uh.. wanna see some of mine too?
[ OH BOY.. tickets to the gun show.. ]
naturallywavy: (《3》)

[personal profile] naturallywavy 2018-08-03 04:00 am (UTC)(link)
Aaaa, what? A cosplayer? Are you talking about yourself?
[ WHAT ARE THOSE THINGS GROWING OUT OF YOUR HEAD?? Just gonna err on the side of caution (but absolutely not have a filter.) ]

If I were cosplaying, I'd be cosplaying correctly with a bike like this. You know, Kan*da. That's what I'd be cosplaying with a bike like this.

Hey, are you okay? Did anyone ever tell you that you've got some growths coming out of your brain?
naturallywavy: (《2》)

[personal profile] naturallywavy 2018-08-03 04:02 am (UTC)(link)
[ finally... some damn respect... ]
Yogi? Yogi-bear? Aaa, never mind.

[ He looks at the bike he's on a shrugs a little. ]

Beats me. Guess it'll just go on it's own merry way. You know, be free.
[ He's not concerned cause it's not his moped. If it were his moped, bitch better believe he'd be concerned. ]
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eyeofassault: (Stupid dormouse)

[personal profile] eyeofassault 2018-08-03 04:16 am (UTC)(link)
[What the hell is this darkness shit?

Seriously, G11 knows she can be smart when she feels up to putting in the energy, but she can't seem to pinpoint what kind of device he's using to produce such a versatile effect. Her neural network plugs away at different possibilities, but no definite results pop up. It's like magic or some silly thing! Yeah, right...Except there's such things as alien eldritch horror monsters apparently, so maybe she should expand upon her deductive reasoning.

She'll delegate that to minimum priority.

Instead of thinking too hard, G11 yawns just as Estarossa finishing his cleaning attempt. Truth is, she didn't care that much as long as the dried blood wasn't on her.]


Mn, good enough. [...] Hey, hey. Do you know where we can get food? I'm hungry.
girlcorrupted: (pic#12402789)

[personal profile] girlcorrupted 2018-08-03 04:22 am (UTC)(link)
[ Oh. Closer to home than expected. ]

A Hyperion programmer on Pandora is as good as skag dinner. Jack only sent them down there if he didn't intend their return.

I worked in


[ uh ]

reconnaissance.

Formally. I... quit. Did you work for them?
badassassin: (pic#11222809)

[personal profile] badassassin 2018-08-03 04:30 am (UTC)(link)
Briefly.

[Very briefly.]

I didn't think many people walked away from Hyperion with their lives intact. You must be very lucky. [Or a liar.]
onerous: (since I last saw the light of day?)

[personal profile] onerous 2018-08-03 04:34 am (UTC)(link)
[She looks at him a moment, just quietly studying. She doesn't need to use her abilities to reach out and read his heart or his mind or anything like that--he seems to wear it all pretty easily on his face. He's the earnest and sincere type, isn't he.]

You're... Pretty optimistic. [She's still not entirely sure if that's a good thing or not in this sort of place. While Yuri isn't fast to jump aboard the "give up now" train, she's definitely more pessimistic (she'd say realistic) about their potential stay here.

His question has her shaking her head though.
] No, I was getting ready to graduate high school. [Not that she ever would, because she'd dropped out in her last year, but he didn't need to know that. It wasn't a lie, she had been in her last year and all.]

You're probably a first year or so, right? Hmm, probably we didn't go to the same school though... [She still has no reason to believe they're not from the same world, so...]
girlcorrupted: (pic#12402784)

[personal profile] girlcorrupted 2018-08-03 04:47 am (UTC)(link)
[ Yeah, they don't. Angel included as far as she's concerned, even if it didn't stick. But dropping "I probably died and was possibly resurrected, alien technology may have been involved I am still workshopping it" seems like pretty heavy info to dump on a complete stranger, so she'll save it. ]

"Lucky" is not the work I would use, but you must also have left under

[ er ]

special circumstances if you lived to talk about it.

[ ...Unless this person is also one of the undead? ]

What sector did you work in?
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sparkleprince: (EH?)

[personal profile] sparkleprince 2018-08-03 05:40 am (UTC)(link)
[ "Yogi-bear"? This makes absolutely no sense to Yogi, but maybe "-bear" is some sort of honorific in this gentleman's country...

In any case, Yogi is a fighter and used to taking orders. If he spent too much time trying to puzzle out Captain Hirato's directives his head would explode (and he'd get scolded), so he's learned not to think too hard about them. ]


Okay, Protagonist-bear!

[ He leaps onto his new friend's moped, and – as predicted – Chekov's gun his former moped zooms off unencumbered into the sky. That's not going to go wrong in any way, right? ]

How can I help?

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Option A

[personal profile] sparkleprince 2018-08-03 05:50 am (UTC)(link)
Sparkling prince gonna sparkle ☆
fullylicensed: (25)

poe | altered carbon

[personal profile] fullylicensed 2018-08-03 07:47 am (UTC)(link)
NOT IN KANSAS (option A)
[Here is the thing about being deposited quite suddenly on another world, when you have never left home in several very, very literal ways—it's wildly exciting, to suddenly experience firsthand the bustle and crowds of a big city, things that up until this point have only been tantalizing glimpses of the outside, simulations spun up in virtual space—

So Poe is having the time of his life, in the way that a puppy at a dog park for the first time might be having the time of its life; a little overwhelmed, a little giddy, all walking face-first into trouble without meaning to at all. He sees the Caia Maxus, of course, sees and registers that they are dangerous and the Terrans are in need, and while his programming does not demand defensive action, he himself is inclined toward it when he can. When the odds are, quite frankly, terrible.

It is such an inclination that has him putting himself precisely where he shouldn't, in harm's way, and greeting the Caia Maxus with a chipper and very, well, passive-aggressive:]


Good sirs, if you would be so kind as to vacate the premises, the fine people here with brains larger than the contents of an egg cup would like to go about their business undisturbed.

[At which point he is, frankly, cuffed around the head, and with a sputter he draws himself up to his (not very tall) full height, and-- oh. Oh, yes. He's just one body, now, oops.]

I—am unable to provide adequate protection without proper compensation and, as seems to be the case, a gun... Well, this has become slightly awkward, hasn't it?

[Help him before they smear his digibrain on the pavement.]
HYPENET (KIND OF)
[Being, himself, an AI, Poe is drawn inexorably to the network. He can't seem to download himself into it or anything from it the way he's used to, but that's alright— he's managing! It's still some kind of access, some connection, and so he is... satisfied. Content, for the time being, to be but one mind unable to reach out toward any other.

Mostly.

The other thing about being an AI is this: when he hears the first voice through the network, glitched thoroughly and barely audible and untraceable by his now limited options, he can't help but wonder if that is another AI as well. You'll find him tapping the ear cuff repeatedly, turning the access off and on, trying in vain to hear that voice again—]


I am terribly fearful that someone is in there, bound, unable to reach out by any traditional means—

[Given that he is dressed like he walked out of the mid-1800s, this comment might not seem to mean what he intends it to. Hmm.

OR, actually on the network:]


theraven: Greetings and salutations, fine fellow residents of the... moon camp. Tell me, how would you rate the amenities you have been provided thus far in your stay?

[he has to SCOPE the COMPETITION]
WILDCARD
[hmu @ [plurk.com profile] jojoveller or pm if you want to talk specifics, otherwise have at]
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hypenet

[personal profile] collaborates 2018-08-03 07:52 am (UTC)(link)
RK800: The amenities here seem sufficient for the most basic needs, though it would seem that not all things have been accommodated for. That would become a possible problem given time.
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fullylicensed: (9)

[personal profile] fullylicensed 2018-08-03 08:00 am (UTC)(link)
Then you would say there is something lacking in the presentation. Do tell. Is it some comfort, some predilection towards the more exotic? Though I daresay this moon is more exotic than most.

Now, if you would be so kind.
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[personal profile] collaborates 2018-08-03 08:15 am (UTC)(link)
It's true that the saying does mean that, however there are some factors here that I need to take into account. There are no repair facilities that I am aware of in this place.

( So if something decides to tear his arm off or rip his core out, Connor knows it would be the end. There would be nowhere to upload his memories to either. No more RK800. After recent events he would rather avoid more thinking on the concept of death for androids.)

Are you? ( Connor would be lying if he said he wasn't curious about a whole lot of things right now. ) Are you armed?
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[personal profile] collaborates 2018-08-03 08:18 am (UTC)(link)
RK800: I am not in need of assistance, I am looking to see what information can be gathered from others. My own home focused their technology on themselves and not on intergalactic travel so they are behind what we are seeing here. That and there is no record of this place that I have visibility of.
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[personal profile] collaborates 2018-08-03 08:26 am (UTC)(link)
The presentation has little impact if the accommodation is enough. I have noticed there are some here who do not come from the same place, even though we all arrived in the same manner. There is only so much the same style accommodation can do for a large variety of beings.
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[personal profile] fullylicensed 2018-08-03 08:32 am (UTC)(link)
Presentation and accommodation are inexorably linked, my friend. They are two sides of the same coin, you cannot possibly have one without the other. Never shall they be wrest in twain, and so on, and so forth.

But never mind. You speak of the trials and tribulations of others; are you not, yourself, disturbed and disrupted by all of this?
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[personal profile] collaborates 2018-08-03 08:52 am (UTC)(link)
It wouldn't be a crowded place if it was considered to be horrible.

( after all, no-one would visit it if it had a bad reputation. then again they don't know what this place is like and still wound up here. a lot of things seem to be challenging to a linear way of thinking it would appear.

cyberlife's job at making androids look more human was done almost too well, the concern in connor's system reflected on his face. if they can't recognise the stars then the implications of distance are immense and voicing them out loud have a chance of not being conductive to anything right now.

getting back home is going to be a feat.)


What do you do back home, Vanessa? I know I've mentioned that I work with law enforcement. Are there any areas that you work in back in London?
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[personal profile] collaborates 2018-08-03 10:48 am (UTC)(link)
They may be linked, but the fact remains that the presentation can be inadequate yet the accommodation still works.

( Hank's house looks like crap but he still lives there just fine.)

I can admit to being disturbed by finding myself in a strange place though disrupted is more apt. Adapting is something I am used to and it would be best for all to find out as much about this place as possible; including those who are residing in it.

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