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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. ♥ | ||
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She wasn't sure what to think. The various couples, the strange feeling unease of something being out in the dark...It all reminded her a little too much of the Lake of the Departed; she kept expecting the moon to turn into the sunset or something.
No one seemed keen to really talk with her either, but then, Yuri had grown used to being essentially invisible, but it was frustrating. She felt tired and confused, and there was this guy mumbling to himself...
Wait-- The things he was saying made it seem like he was definitely in the same boat as her.]
Um-- [She pivots as he passes, raising a hand but not grabbing onto him. She hesitates a second, fingers curling in uncertainly before she drops her hand to her side.] Excuse me? You're not from here either?
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He slowly turns his face towards her, before pivoting entirely. Yep, that sure was a cute girl looking at and talking to him. Thank God he was in a class with several cute girls, or else he'd be...more awkward than he is now, but uh.
Yeah, sorry, this dude's an awkward nerd, I'm so sorry you chose him to talk to.
His smile is boyish, comforting, with that tinge of discomfort he usually gets when he's meeting someone new -- just at the corners of the mouth, though, it's hard to notice.
His fidgeting, on the other hand, is very easy to notice.]
Uh, yeah! Sort of! Definitely!
[Someone please teach him how to talk to people. Save him.]
It looks like we're in the same boat, huh?
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Still, Yuri doesn't bat an eye at it. Her gaze falls to his fidgeting and she leans back on her heels a little, one arm going across her body to grasp her opposite elbow, a bit uncomfortable herself with talking to someone. Well, someone alive. She feels like she's got a good grasp of interacting with the dead by now. The living? Still a work in progress.]
Sort of...? [WHAT...WHAT DOES THAT EVEN MEAN, DEKU... But she sighs a little, looking at least a little relieved.]
I was starting to worry it was just me going crazy or something. One second I'm-- home. [Sort...of.] And then... I don't remember falling asleep or anything.
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[Just stop, Izuku. Just. Literally. Stop talking before you hurt yourself and your brain falls out.
Or at least start talking coherently like a normal person. You're a hero--well, hero-in-training, but who's splitting hairs--at least act like it!]
You don't remember falling asleep, either?
[He thought he did, but why would he just sit on the couch to fall asleep right when he was on the way back? That didn't make sense. Maybe he was just sitting on the couch to do something else and whatever it was actually sent him here, and...]
It just sort of...happened.
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[SHe crosses both arms over her chest now, looking down at the ground as she thinks] So why were we-- Transported? I guess I can't think of anything else to call it. Another world...? [Now she's muttering to herself, before she shakes her head to clear it and looks at him]
I don't understand why we were taken in the first place. [With the emphasis being on 'we.' Clearly they must've been taken for some reason, but she's not sure what the link would be. Did they need them for specific abilities or something??]
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Maybe it was some kind of accident, like a Quirk--we, ability or something, gone wrong.
[It wasn't much, but it was an idea. Though how powerful would this...whoever it was...have to be if they grabbed people from such a wide radius? Was it an ability that went both ways, or was it one way only? So many questions...]
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[She eyes him curiously. He doesn't seem young enough to still blindly believe in super powers (haha...ha.....), but he clearly indicated that with what he said, right? Then again, she supposes she wouldn't be able to think much else beyond an answer of 'magic?' or something considering crossing the shrine often led to an entirely different world too.
Yuri didn't expect she'd ever want to be facing a terrifying ghost lady instead of this, but at least she'd been prepared for that. She looks around a little, frowning at the rustling that seems to be getting closer in the darkness.]
...So if we find whoever's responsible, maybe we can get home. Assuming they're even here too to begin with. [She rests her hands on her hips a moment and takes a breath, resigning herself to the fact she might have to work together with someone else on this.]
Alright. My name is Kozukata Yuri. I hope we can get along well and figure this out.
[Seriously though that rustling noise is getting annoying what the hell]
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At least with conversation, his awkwardness went down a hair.
He smiled, scratching his cheek.]
And if we don't find them, maybe we can find someone else who can do the same thing, or else figure out what they did.
And I'm, uh. Midoriya. Midoriya Izuku. It's nice to meet you, Kozukata-san.
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But, it's nice to meet you too, Midoriya-san. [He's younger than her, but she's always been rather overly polite with people. It tends to put a nice barrier up.
But she gestures for him to walk with her, since standing around in one place makes her uneasy.] Are you from Japan too then?
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[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.]
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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...]