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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. ♥ | ||
takashi shirogane | voltron: ld
[ The alien moon, the Earth-like planet, even the ocean storms seem familiar. How many planets did they come across with the same ecosystem? The same biodiversity? Shiro looks up at the alien moon feeling that old spark of wonder that propelled him to try for the Kerberos mission. The same need for adventure that pushed him to accept it despite the consequences...
The spark suddenly fades and he retreats from that memory, letting his eyes fall back down to the ocean. He listens to the waves, lets the rhythmic sound ground him back to the present. It’s then, as he’s contemplating his next move that he hears it - the soft pad of feet drawing closer. He stands in one fluid movement before turning to greet the new arrival. ]
ii. NOTHING WASTED, NOTHING THROWN. [ warning: ptsd ]
[ He’s no stranger to death. After nearly a year of fighting to survive in the gladiator pits, he knows the gritty after-horrors. Bloated bodies oozing putrid fluids that made it impossible to breath, the stench of death clinging to every pore even after he scrubbed himself raw. The feel of blood caked on his skin as the crowds cheer his name while dead bodies were dragged off the stadium and piled high. He knows death, was the instrument of it. Yet, after everything he's been through he's still woefully unprepared to deal with the loud crank of chainsaw as it revved up. The sound of metal sawing through bone, the flecks of flesh raining down around him as someone starts cutting down a monster... it's all too much.
He doesn’t know how he ends up on his knees, doesn’t realize he’s jamming his palms against his ears to drown out the sound, doesn’t feel the sweat that suddenly forms before his breathing begins to hitch, his eyes unseeing as his mind returns him back to the pits. ]
iii.WILDCARD
[ ooc; go ahead and put up a scenario and I’ll make it work! ]
night of
The direction he'd come from was the wooded area, a place he'd intentionally approached in the interest of confronting whatever it was lurking in there, even successfully killing a few solely because...that's just what he does. Though he was disappointed to find it was only a few, given his vastly suppressed powers on account of being here.
With all that being said, having someone spot him like this, he doesn't even flinch.]
What're you gawking at?
no subject
[ He stands in place, unmoved by the obvious alien-like appearance. They've visited too many planets to be surprised by his obvious inhuman-like appearance. However, he's been in too many gladiatorial fights not to spot the blood. His muscles tense but he keeps his calm demeanor even as his eyes sharpen. ]
Who are you.
[ Blunt and to the point. ]
I.
Shiro? [With everything that’s happened back home, there is a shred of caution in her voice.] Is that you?
no subject
[ He stares back at her, a number of emotions running through his eyes before they finally settle on -- ]
Allura...?
[ -- remorse. ]
What are you doing here?
it's chill! i've been busy too.
For the same reason why you're here, I gather.
1/2
The rift.
[ His lips press together, the notion of being stuck here is beginning to sink in putting him on edge. They gave him the run down of the situation when he arrived. The how and why of it was vague but it's the when - when he'll get back - that he cares about and the one they can't answer. ]
2/2
You okay?
[ He scans her for injuries. ]
When did you get here?
ii.
Shiro— ( his voice is shaky, unsure. he reaches out to place a hand on the other man's shoulder, to reassure him that he isn't where he thinks he is, that he isn't alone. ) Everything's okay, Shiro. You're gonna be okay.
( there are a million things running through his head right now, but he can only focus on making sure shiro knows that he's here. he isn't going anywhere until shiro realizes that. )
no subject
stop.... stop!
[ A harsh whisper, spoken like a plea. He's stuck in a memory, whose it is he doesn't know, but he's not in the pit anymore. He see's himself being sliced open from another room, spiking his heart rate. Sweat forms along his brow as he struggles anew, watching in horror as they discard the body. He doesn't see anything past the dead clone. Not the hand around his shoulder, or the words that follow after. Stuck in the nightmare of his memories, he can't see what's in front of him, let alone who. ]
ii;
He is the one to notice the other man crouched down and seemed to be in some agony. A highly perceptive person despite his rather uninterested looking expression, he knows Shiro isn't exactly okay right now.
He barks out towards anyone around him who is sawing, turning off his chainsaw himself. ]
Oii, oiiii. Would you bastards keep it down? Hey, we should just take a break for awhile, I can barely hear myself think.
[ Once they all stop (for some reason they're listening to him, idek..) he wipes himself clean of any monster blood the best to his ability and carefully approaches Shiro. A gentle two fingers are placed on the round of his shoulder as he crouches down to be level with him. ]
You're really sweaty. You need something?