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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. 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. ♥ | ||
connor | detroit become human
( It's an unexpected event, something unexplained that even an android can't seem to figure out and that in itself is a problem before Connor even manages to sit up on the shoreline and take a look around. The beach could be considered normal enough and it's only when he looks up that Connor begins to realize the severity of what's going on here. Two moons. Two moons and what looked to be a planet in the sky. Earth certainly didn't have those before the unannounced flash of light and it doesn't take more than a few seconds for the conclusion that this isn't even the same planet to take hold. It may not even be the same solar system, there are no planets that he can think of that even match that kind of composition.
Now it's just the why and the how that Connor knows he has to figure out and he's not going to manage that by sitting in the sand and staring at the stars. He doesn't even register that someone is walking up behind him and when he's grabbed under the arms and hauled up there's a slow realization that perhaps whatever this is has knocked his abilities out of order for a short time. He holds his hands up a little as he allows himself to be pulled to the nearest shuttle. No-one seems to be answering the questions he's asking, they just patch up a small cut, cleaning away the blue blood as if they've seen it all before. Nothing yet is making sense; Hank would have laughed himself hoarse if he could see what was going on or the slight confusion that crosses the android's face as he takes a seat with a group of others. The LED at Connor's temple flickers yellow.)
This seems far too orderly to be a random occurrence. Is anyone here familiar with the Caius Allied Territory?
( Best to start with the basics. Connor knows if he can work out the easy parts then the rest will soon follow.)
[not in kansas anymore]
( From one place to another. At least this place is a little more like Detroit with it's high rise buildings and busy, bustling atmosphere. It may be on a whole different level to back home but there's enough similarities that Connor can find just by looking around. With it being so busy though, it means that answers and evidence won't be so easy to find. Everything will have it's own agenda and the possibility for multiple trails to lead on a wild goose chase is high.
Connor doesn't get much time to consider all his options when the sounds of a nearby struggle reach him. What is that about? A quick investigation shows a back alley with a pair of unknown species harassing others. It's a sight to behold; fighting or aggression isn't a new thing. It's just getting used to seeing and trying to determine things from beings that don't register that's strange. Still, Connor weighs up his choices - he could get involved or he could walk away. The whole scenario in front of the android reminds him of the dpd, of Detective Reed and cups of coffee going cold. This wasn't empathy; this was simply a logical decision as a negotiator to make.)
Excuse me, I don't believe this is necessary.
[the night of]
( Everything right now is unfamiliar and just like others Connor is trying to take it all in. He's standing outside, arms folded and gaze cast upwards as he watches the stars. He's been stood that way for an hour, watching them slowly move across the sky in unfamiliar constellations. Part of him is mapping them, trying to take note should anything important need that information later. The other part of the android simply wonders if anything can be recognized. The stars are unknown, the environment is unknown, even the people are unknown. Space refugees? Was that really what this was? If so, where were the others? He'd been with Lieutenant Anderson before this happened and there's been no sign of the other and there aren't exactly many bars to be checking.)
This makes no sense. ( Connor talks to himself, quietly and unconcerned if anyone hears him. When a nearby area rustles Connor walks over to take a look, catching a glimpse of glowing, sharp teeth. No-one needs to be a genius or an android to know what trouble looks like and he's always slowly backing away, brows drawing together in a small frown. )
Maybe it's time to go back inside. ( Despite saying it, Connor stays put for a hot moment, somewhat intrigued to see what is going to roll out of the woodland scrub.)
[hypenet]
( Technology never seems to change much, no matter how advanced it gets and Connor is sure to go through the offered manual before using his communicator. Best to start with the easy questioning before asking the hard questions.)
RK800: Does any of this mean something to someone? Even the smallest thing making any sense? This kind of travel is unheard of back at my place of origin.
[wildcard]
( Anything goes, feel free to PM.)
[Arrival]
Fuck if I know. If you can't tell then there's no way I can.
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I should be able to tell. ( Is there a sense of annoyance in those few words? Definitely. Even the look on Connor's face right now is one where he's trying not to look as confused as he's feeling and failing at it. New place, very little intel, nothing to go off of, it's like a detective's worst nightmare. )
For a hostage situation it seems well-thought out, if not a little lax in places.
What's his canon point btw
..okay maybe they hadn't prepared for something that looked right out of a sci-fi movie.]
Figured the same No one cartel of Red Ice dealers would go through the trouble of setting up this entire theater just to capture us. Shit...I might be starting to believe this is actually happening.
[That's worrying. Even more so when they begin the landing sequence.]
How much science fiction novels did they cram into your programs, Connor? Might start looking through those.
thinking before using the "emergency exit" or just general good end game.
It's too elaborate for a cartel, even if they had infinite money to spend on something like this it doesn't answer the question as to why. There would be more high profile people to be holding to ransom than us. ( The comment about it happening from Hank gets a look. Of course it's happening, it's certainly not a shared hallucination.)
I can't say they were part of my base programming. ( Should he tell the truth, or just commiserate? Best to just be honest, that way Connor knows they can start unravelling this whole thing.) Hank, the stars outside. They aren't ours.
Okay! As you can see I'm clearly playing hostile Hank okay no I'll just go along
Too bad. There's a few that pop up to mind right now. Maybe if we somehow get out of this, I'll take you to Detroit's only remaining library.
[Look Connor, what if you were just a figment of Hank's current imagination okay? His own mind garden...okay no, probably not. At the android's comment he frowns, placing a hand on his forehead.] Shit. I can't believe this.
[He stops as the ship finishes landing and can't help but add a question that's been bothering him for the past few minutes.]
...it does beg the question as to how they speak English if we aren't in Detroit anymore.
I normally keep a few things static but the rest is totally open ♪
If it makes you feel any better, we're both in the same boat when it comes to information here. ( See Hank? It's almost like sympathy! The mention of language stops whatever Connor is about to say and he pauses, turning the comment over to see what angle to attack it from. It sounds like they're talking English but if they're in a different place then there are a few possibilities, each one as strange as the next.)
It's possible that English is some common language even in this part of the Allied Territory. The probability of it is minuscule, but it's not completely impossible.
I'm open to it all paths too 👍
Oh and he probably really hated dogs. At least that's what Hank thought anyway.]
Don't you mean spaceship Connor?
[Please excuse Hank. It's Hank. He did appreciate the sympathy, really.]
Well if there's something I learned the past few days is the miniscule stuff ends up being true so if it means we're stuck in space who-knows-the-fuck-where and they speak English at this point I just won't bat an eye.
[He crosses his arms, visibly annoyed.]
Well...at least I'm not stuck here alone. Shit would have been boring without you, Connor.
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No, I meant boat.
( Woosh, that's the sound it makes going over the android's head. The point about English is such a good one that Connor files it away for later. Hank doesn't seem overly concerned about it, apparently choosing the battles he wishes to fight for the day and Connor is going to try to follow suit. Brown eyes narrow as he tries to take in the scenery that's visible from the window. All he can see right now are small buildings hard to make out for the time being.
Wait, was that a compliment? That's enough to have Connor straightening his tie again. )
Likewise; your input would have been missed. ( Obviously it's time to return the favour; Connor knows you don't like complicated technology Hank.) Have you attempted to use your communications device yet?
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night of
Of course, there's always the possibility he's simply something else, but he's working with what he's familiar with for now. That just so happens to be Androids.
So when Connor backs away, Cell moves forward in the direction of the rustling foliage and stops short of passing Connor by.]
What? You aren't the least bit curious, boy?
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This person is definitely not human, he's [????]. Connor has no idea, there's nothing in his knowledge that points towards an identification. All he can settle for is [????] right now and he tilts his head slightly, more curious on this new person than the rustling of the bushes. This new person who just called him boy.)
I'm not a boy. I am curious but walking into the complete unknown isn't viable especially in a place like this. It's best to have some idea before diving in.
( That and Connor is completely aware that there's no Cyberlife or repairs here. He can't be as blasé as he could be back home.)
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[It's much harder for him to balance caution vs arrogance considering...well, everything about him. Literally everything.
But the former was something he used to exercise a lot. He may very well relearn it eventually.]
Go on. Loosen that restraint a little; I'm right behind you.
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( 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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[Alright, given everything he's noted so far it isn't too difficult to put two and two together.
...well. It's also entirely possible he's just an awkward, wordy loser, but Cell assumes his lack of a ki signature is more meaningful than that. So the question about whether or not he's armed is going ignored for now.
And that's quite a feat. Cell loves talking about himself, egomaniac that he is.]
So you're a machine, is that it?
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( Connor looks between the rustling bushes and the Cell, taking note of the fact that whilst the creatures native to this place haven't made a move, the being talking to him has.
Maybe his caution right now is directed in the wrong place. Now his attention is fully on Cell, native fauna ignored for now. )
You didn't answer my question. Are you armed?
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...a little on edge? I told you to loosen up.
[But in a display of compliance, he spreads his arms.]
I don't carry weapons, if that's what you're asking. What you see is what you get.
Hypernet
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For what it is worth, despite my previous resources I have no record of this place either.
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This place exists for someone.
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4N631: You sound as though you know your way around technology.
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Once I get my barrings, so to speak, I would be happy to accept any help that can be offered on compiling information on our fellow refugees.
How complex is your scanning system?
night of
But no, there's nothing like that, thankfully. Which means Connor's most likely talking about the whole being on a new world thing, which is fair. Rhys is about to comment, when the sounds from the bushes become a little more noticeable. Yeeeeaaaah, no. Nope! He's been in enough life-or-death situations to know that nothing good can come creepy nighttime sounds. ]
Uh--yeah, gonna second that. I do not want to see what's hiding in those bushes. Nooo thank you.
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