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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. ♥ | ||
Vash (trigun)
[ It’s a shock to the overall senses. He remembers seeing pictures of the sea, in screen projected images and grainy footage. He understood that it was more water than he had ever seen in his life in one massive space, but being plunged into it was quiet a different experience than just seeing it second hand. It was cold and so salty. It clung to his skin, burned his nose and made all the clothes he was wearing ten times heavier than they normally were. Which made Vash realize one more thing, he also knew the theory of swimming, but that was just a theory. His legs and arms don’t seem to want to work together and he flails miserably, smacking a few faces along the way. He inhales a lungful of water and chocks. He wasn’t really hurt or needed medical attention, but now he just might.
It’s only a very short swim to safety but he is not nailing it by any means as he sinks. ]
> 409
[ Vash is thankful that on some fundamental level he is a person to act without really thinking. Giant terrors falling straight from the sky? It is an emergency and needs to be taken care of and he is more than willing to be a person right there on the scene. Only he knows he is most handy with his gun. Not with keys to a bike. Not the keys to a bike that looks like that. He never could figure out Wolfwood’s simple two wheeler. How the hell would he manage this?
With a patent goofy smile, he throws the keys up in the air and catches them. It’s a slick trick, maybe very deceptive on how well this will actually go. ]
First time for everything, right? Maybe the two thousand six hundred and seventh time is the charm? At least there’s no road to run off!
[ Maybe get those keys away from him. ]
> NOTHING WASTED
[ There’s a very lanky gunman standing on the beach, with a very pained expression on his face. On the one hand, he knows that food has to come from somewhere, and even the fluffiest and cutest of animals will often meet that fate. These things are far from cute but it feels a little wrong to even consider cutting them. And burning them? This is chaos.
He notices his fellow voluneetolds setting about their task and sputters. ]
W-wait a minute, shouldn’t we be thinking this through? Like a proper burial? We can’t just eat them, that’s inhuman!
[ He seems to be completely ignoring the fact that they had to fight them mere hours ago. ]
> HYPERNET
Username? Really? Does it have to be something fancy?
[ User name ‘somethingfancy’ registered. ]
Nothing Wasted
Isn't that the point? A lot of us are inhuman.
[Vash earned a fairly pointed, confused look from Estarossa, who was standing over the corpse of one of the yet unchopped abominations from the beach.
While he normally preferred eating souls--Estarossa knew that he wasn't strong enough to face off an entire encampment just to sate that urge. Regular food would have to do until he could find a chance to get someone alone. Preferably, it would have been nice to corner someone who wouldn't be missed if they disappeared.
Until then, he actually liked the taste of the weird animals. Opening his hand, Estarossa formed a buzz-saw made of darkness and reached over to one of the downed abominations to saw off one of its arms. Without bothering to cook it, he lifted it to his mouth to take a bite out of it.]
And-- [His mouth full.] It's no dragon but it's pretty good.
Arrival
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!