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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. ♥

Threaded | Flat

WHERE TO NEXT, WEARY TRAVELER?

OPTION A — You get the fight you're looking for - as well as the attention of the local police. They attempt to arrest everyone involved in the fight, including you, but you and the Terrans somehow manage to escape. In thanks, they draw a symbol on your arm with dirt, before brushing it off and leaving you.

OPTION B — You get to witness the Caians give the Terrans a sound beatdown. It's nasty, and it's an unfair fight. A roving patrol drives by, stops, and then continues on like nothing's happened. You hear someone yell "Back to the dirt with Terrans!" when the Caians depart. (Perhaps you're going to help now?)

Please write the option you as a player have chosen on the subject of your comment. If you're abstaining from the prompt, there's no need to comment on this thread. Thank you, and we hope you enjoy the test drive!

Edited 2018-07-31 22:01 (UTC)

ASK YOUR QUESTIONS HERE.

Got a question about any of the prompts in this test drive? Got a question about a game mechanic, or just in general? Feel free to ask them here!

Edited 2018-07-31 22:01 (UTC)

( arrival )

( she'd tried to pull away, altogether surprised, no jumpy by the sudden arrival of this stranger, uncomfortable by the strange hands on her. but they hadn't relented so eventually vanessa had, not bothering to fight as she was pulled to the transport, sitting uncomfortably still as she was checked.

she has no fight left, no effort to ask the questions that should be buzzing around her head. where am i? what is happening to me? instead she's unresponsive, almost as if she doesn't hear the message over the pa. almost as if she hasn't noticed anyone else in the transport with her )

( the night of )

( vanessa gets outside to simply breathe. it's all overwhelming, once some of her senses begin to kick in. being ushered along again after the transport starts to wake her and she takes in a little of the information given, though understands none of it. the feeling inside her begins to build, the confusion, the fear, almost until vanessa feels like she's suffocating.

though she goes outside to escape, to try and breathe, it's still overwhelmig. this place looks like nothing she's seen before and, even though she isn't overly familiar with constellations, these don't look like her stars. a few names prick at her memories but she doesn't recognise them.

it has her nearly stumbling as she walks, trying to move herself away from any of the friendly locals. what vanessa wants is peace -- a quiet, isolated place. but even outside there's too much information -- outside is something new, something harder to handle than a closed off room. there's even more stimuli and it shows in her expression. surprised, confused. overwhelmed.

vanessa looks lost, feeling it deeply. where am i? what is happening to me? )

( welcome to the 409 )

( one night of sleep, though how much vanessa actually slept is debatable. a small segment of the information had settled in, though it still took her brain a few moments to remember that she was in another place when she looked around.

with everyone ushered about it doesn't take long for someone to send her on her way. and that's when the gunfire occurs. vanessa had made it outside just in time to see something fall, hearing the first few shots. she's frowning, not properly able to see what it is, but curious all the same. she barely says the words aloud before a gun is pushed into her hands and vanessa is pushed along.

she knows how to shoot though the gun that ethan had taught her with was very different from this one. despite the surprise, she's still walking along, though the gun remains limply in her hands rather being put to use. it's all too fast and too weird. vanessa doesn't know how to respond, her brain lagging behind a little, trying to catch up to all of the information.

and then another noise has her turning, jumping as she does )

What is happening?

( was this normal? there was such a response as if it had happened before but-- no, that was just strange even by her standards )

( wildcard )

( hit me up with something else or pm me and we'll figure something out! )

409.

[As much as grabbing a weapon known to be effective against invading attackers would be the smart thing to do, some people are so battle obsessed that the idea of fighting with anything but their own strength is quite frankly insane.

Well, alright, maybe that's not a universal experience.

But either way, Cell's engaged with one of the attacking creatures. Not to protect the people here, or to assist in any kind of effort to play the hero. He just wants to test himself, especially now that the feeling of having lost so much of his power is evident. What would have once been enough to decisively end a battle is now simply a means of stunning the great beast, blasting its leg with streak of light that does nothing but force it to stumble a bit, rather than cause any real damage.

More than anything, it's just frustrating him.]

Well, this could be going better...

[Lend a hand? Hopefully you were smarter than he is and actually have something substantial. Like a vehicle mounted gun.]

nothing wasted.

[If you're around the shower area at all, you might just catch this guy coming out of them as well. He walks right in and out as he was, given what looks like armour on his body is simply his exoskeleton, and even the pair of black wings on his back flicker a little in an effort to dry themselves off. If you're close enough you might even get sprayed with water droplets!

But if not, then you might notice he's actually wounded on his abdomen. His big stupid plan of fighting the monsters from early was...a big stupid plan, so injuries were to be expected, but instead of worrying or trying to tend to it at all he's simply observing it and looking...frustrated. Not the frustration you'd expect from someone with an injury, but more in line with discovering your fridge suddenly stopped working.]

...what a joke. Once I could've easily regenerated something like this without even thinking about it.

The Night of

[For the umpteenth time that day, Izuku Midoriya was left alone to think.

Not a great thing, all things considered, with his mind loving to work overtime and run a million miles a second, rivaling his own speed with full cowling, or Iida's speed with reciproburst activated. If he'd had a notebook (he'd asked for one, but nobody was able to supply him with anything; he couldn't sketch, write, or take note of anything with his hands, so he was left to stew. Stewing was never a good thing, and led his feet to wandering and his mouth to moving.

Wandering, in this case, to what looked like a beach.

All it did was make him think of home. Of the beach he'd cleaned right before he'd gained One For All, and...everything, really.

This was another world. Another planet.

How did he even get here? He'd woken up, still in his nightclothes (a pair of sweatpants and a T-shirt that simply said "Shirt" on it) and ready to go down to the kitchens for something to drink, and then sat down on the couch in the common room to relax for a bit before going back to bed, and he...did he doze off? Regardless, when he came to, he was in a body of water, in a place he'd never been before in his life.

And with everything else he'd learned today, he just had more and more questions that heaped onto each other, piling up until they just overflowed out his mouth in quickly-spoken, low-toned words:]

Did a quirk send me here? The technology used here is far beyond anything that I've seen, not even the support department at UA makes anything that advanced. And what about that planet? is there a way to get back? Will I be able to get back? How will I--

[His thoughts descend into gibberish as he keeps muttering to himself, lost to the couples on the beach with him, the night, or...anything, really.]

A ▸ HYPENET

[ Croix's generally got a good head for technology, but this is slightly beyond even her. The untagged voice speaks to a magitech origin - that said, sufficiently advanced tech is indistinguishable from magic, anyway. She needs more time to get accustomed to the advancements of this world.

Might as well start. She'd been meaning to renew her dating profile, anyway. ]

SouthStar: Evening, all.
SouthStar: I understand there has been a slew of new arrivals lately - anyone particularly interesting?

B ▸ THE ARRIVAL

Where the hell are they? Alexandrina. The name of the place is self-evident, though it rings no bells in Croix's memory. She keeps a calm demeanor and rational approach; being a magical engineer, she's quite used to life involving a certain level of upheaval, including seemingly random appearances to and fro.

After the med techs have finished with their check-ups, Croix excuses herself from their frantic attentions and slips toward the pilots, her ears open to the surrounding conversations. She's not interested in causing trouble, not yet - but perhaps she can at least get a glance at a map.

C ▸ WILDCARD

[ PM me or just get started! I'm game for anything. Standard RP etiquette applies. ]

Edited 2018-08-01 00:07 (UTC)

Hypernet

Torchwick: So, just to clarify. This place. Not the afterlife?

The Night Of

Roman wants to say that he's seen weirder, but if he's being honest (which is rare), he hasn't.

It's scary really, how different this place is from Remnant. In almost every way he could thing of. Technology, beings, wildlife. It was upsetting in a way. He didn't like looking up at the night sky and not seeing the shattered moon he was so used to.

Though, he supposed, the fact that this was the alternative to the digestive tract of a grimm, was a plus. He was alive, somehow, and that meant something surely. He could still survive, and if nothing else, he was good at that.

But it was still a lot to take in, so he's found a spot at the beach and is looking out at the water. At least until he looks up.]

Is someone there?

Wildcard

[Want something else? Go right ahead/]

[ooc: as a head's up, responses will be slow.]

Edited 2018-08-01 00:57 (UTC)

> Arrival

[ 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. ]

koriba » option a.

[she has never been to this planet before; that much is immediately obvious. everything, from the high rises to the collective of people bustling around her, is unfamiliar. orienting is an ultimately useless exercise, she knows — but so is panic.

she stands, her hand (thankfully) finding the familiar weight of godslayer at her hip, and she breathes. starts walking.

and, a few paces later, stops.

the scene playing out before her eyes is enough to turn her stomach in seconds: four children, small and terrified, overpowered by beings at least three times their size, that they have no chance of being able to defend themselves against, all while an entire crowd around them does nothing.

there's no hesitation; she strides forward without so much as a second thought, not stopping until she's shielded the children from any more potential blows. her eyes narrow, and her voice is hard.]

That's enough.

[(her hand hasn't left the easy reach of the sword hanging on her hip.)]

the night of.

[gamora is far from a stranger to tight quarters — four people (five, counting groot), had spent the better part of two months piled onto a ship meant to house less than half that many — but at some point, the cabin proves to be a little cozy, even by her standards of experience. she slips out a short time later, if only to breathe a little.

most of the lights are out in the cabins, and it's quiet, save the breeze and the gentle roar of waves in the distance. until —

she hears something.

without warning (because she's really nice like that!), she grabs whoever might happen to be nearby, and says, sharply:]

Stay behind me.

wildcard.

[into monster killing? idk? hit me up with anything, or feel free to shoot me a PM to hash something out! c:]

i. KANSAS.

[Athena's been to cities before, but T-Bone Junction doesn't hold a candle to how utterly massive this place is. Buildings reaching upward farther than she can even fathom -- literal skyscrapers -- and more people than she's ever seen in one place. She feels a little like a bumpkin, which is embarrassing, and she has to keep reminding herself not to gawk.

It's a little easier to feel okay about openly staring at people getting cornered by a gaggle of aggressive aliens, though. They're cornered in an alley -- mistake number one, Athena thinks -- and she pauses, trying to decide if it's worth it to get involved. Her inclination is to move on because it isn't really her business, but she's still thinking about it, so she's not completely sold yet.]

ii. 409.

[This situation, on the other hand, is considerably more palatable than watching some randos get threatened on some side street. Athena doesn't know the person giving her commands, but they're commands, and she knows how to follow those very well.

While a part of her would rather be in the fray with her plasma sword in hand, she's got enough experience with Stingrays and Moon Zoomies that she's just as comfortable using the hoverbike. The controls are easy enough for her to figure out, and she zips ahead a bit, though she has to turn the wheel hard to avoid smashing into someone whose own bike is stalled.]

What the hell are you doing? You're in everyone's way, get going!

iii. HYPENET.

gladiator: Did anyone else get a malfunction just now? Like static?

Edited 2018-08-01 02:26 (UTC)

[ ooc note: s1 canon point for funsies. ]

i. what the hell is kansas, anyway? (option a)

[ There was a time when Kanan Jarrus would absolutely not stick his neck out for anyone. Nope, nobody. Really! He would've let the two groups of strangers just... have it out. None of his business, not his fight, yadda yadda.

But, really, these terrans are so badly outnumbered and outgunned (so to speak), that he can't just stand by and watch them get bullied. So - sure, why not, he'll probably regret this in the next ten minutes but for now, the tall guy with the bright green eyes and jaunty goatee puts himself between the terrans and their bullies. ]

Hey, lay off, will ya? There's enough room here for everybody.

ii. the 409

[ Rather than being perturbed about being handed a speeder bike, Kanan looks rather excited. Some action! Protecting innocents! A little flashy flying! This is right up his alley.

Observers might note that he gets the hang of the thing really fast - like he's flown them, or something like them, before. Not just flown, but good at it, too. He might pause near someone who looks like they're having more difficulty - just to point out some basics. ]

Just open up the throttle - like so - and go!

iii. hypenet

spectre-1: do we know what the security is like on this network? just a thought.

iv. wildcard!

[ got something else in mind? hit me! ]

Edited 2018-08-01 02:58 (UTC)

NIGHT OF;

[ ending up with a mouth full of brine and clothes full of sand isn't exactly new for a pirate, but all those little details that are just wrong about this place get under drake's skin for a moment. she is the woman who circumnavigated the world, and she's always looked for new horizons, but the wrong stars and even the weird taste in the air gives her a nervous energy. the information that the terrans gave her earlier that day wasn't enough to satisfy her — the holy grail fit her with all the information she'd ever need about a particular time and place, allowing her to blend in with the locals. this was — different. no, new. more than that, it was exciting.

those unfamiliar stars above set to annoy her for only a fleeting moment; sailors navigate by the stars, after all. being here for the forseeable future meant she had to get her bearings in this world, find out anyone who's made a star chart and map the rest on her own if she has to. all of a sudden, it was like she was alive again. no holy grail war, no master to tether herself to; just her own will to see what's on that horizon to drive her forward. riches? fame? new land? who knew!

for now, drake will make her way out to the beach, a flintlock pistol on her shoulder. ]

You out for an adventure, too? [ she calls confidently out to anyone she'll see not heading back to a cottage to rest, her red coat flapping at her thighs with her long strides. ] Join me; two's better than one.

409;

[ it takes drake thirty seconds before she gives up on the hoverbike. in any other circumstance, the fact that she is a rider-class servant would be enough to tell her everything she needed to know about how to drive it, letting instinct take over where knowledge would fail her. when she mounts the bike, she feels... nothing. no details come to her naturally, and she knows better than to waste her time futzing with it. being summoned to chaldea before arriving here fit her with a sense of urgency when it came to protecting humans and fighting for the sake of humanity.

a heroic spirit's body is more durable than a human's by a stretch, even when she feels much of that power is dampened in some way. even if her strength is lessened, she still has her many years at her back, feeding her instinct on how to navigate a fight like this. she'd boast that spriggans were more difficult than these enemies, but even drake can't deny that back-up in a situation like this is preferable to being on her own.

especially when she cocks her flintlock pistols and takes aim at one of the creatures, ready to send a few mana bullets into its face when— ] ... Dammit! [ nothing happens. she's out of them.

that's never happened before.

and the eldritch terror is getting closer. not even luck rank EX can save her now. unless, of course, help arrives. ]

WILDCARD;
( down for just about anything so feel free to throw something at me or pm me to hash out details! )

Edited 2018-08-01 03:18 (UTC)

I. not in kansas anymore (b, unless you drag him)

[There's one newcomer here keeping his distance, leaning against a wall a fair ways away, gaze trained on the escalating incident but with nothing about his posture indicating he intends on getting involved. Arms folded, withdrawn and angry, he doesn't look frightened of the conflict so much as disgusted, eventually scoffing and shaking his head. He mutters to himself,]

You've gotta be fucking kidding me... Even aliens are like this?

[Like... this... whatever he means by that, probably the excessive violence, but never mind it. After a beat he actually glances away to catch someone else's eye and speak up more clearly:]

Tough break, huh? Are you going to rush in and save the day?

II. welcome to the 409

[The moment giant monsters start dropping from the sky, Junpei wants to walk into the sea and never return. He's not equipped for this, not even close, but all of his very important protests-

'This is a joke, right? Like a test? That we're all going to fail and die?'

-are ignored, and someone flings a set of keys at him and ushers him bodily away to one of the bikes. He fumbles and drops the keys immediately, hastily ducking down to grab them as one of the horrors screams something guttural and angry in the distance. Jesus.]

This— this has to be a two-man job! A little help?

III. hypenet

fivestar: sooooo even the internet is trying to kill us, huh? this place sure knows how to make a guy feel welcome.

[whine whine etc.]

IV. wildcard

[hit me.....up, with whatever]

Edited 2018-08-01 03:23 (UTC)

i. THE NIGHT OF.

[ 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! ]

1. Not in Kansas anymore [B]

[Oppression, hatred, murder--none of it was unfamiliar to Estarossa. Had he not been willing to destroy countless peoples' lives for the sake of his own race and in no small part because it was entertaining to him, he might have wondered why the strange neon creatures were harassing the humans and working themselves up to a riot. Estarossa, seated out on a bench with his arms spread out to take up as much space as possible and relax, looked like a bored audience member rather than a mere bystander. He didn't hide the fact that he was watching and how unwilling he was to help either side.]

This is pretty annoying. [Sighing through his nostrils, he ran his fingers through his hair, smiling as he pinched a bit of his hair and smiled at it from the corner of his eye. A whimper of resistance from one of the terrans caught his attention and he looked back to the confrontation, smiling through his annoyance.]

...Come on. Can't they stop being so noisy? They should just lie down and take it.

2. 409

[Naturally, it was Estarossa's inattention to detail that got him into trouble. The cocky sneer he wore when the creatures started pouring out of the air was snuffed out quickly when he failed to destroy the first one coming with a blast of his darkness. The stunned expression that replaced his sneer was just as quickly snuffed out by the sounds of his gagging when one of the creatures managed to close the gap, using his surprise as a chance to go for a quick kill.

The need to put in effort and exert himself was envigorating. The sense of impotence when his darkness failed to crush one of the monsters' bodies lead to an interesting moment in which one of them managed to get a tentacle around his throat. His eyes nearly bulged out of his head. Estarossa felt faint until he woke up and managed to conjure up a buzz-saw of darkness in his palm, messily sawing the creature's arm off with a satisfying wrenching noise. Once he got a hang of his dwindled power, Estarossa released a blissful sigh and went to work cutting the creature to shreds with something that felt closer to desperation than ease. It could have been easier even with his lessened power but it was fun to use his tools that way.

The darkness his father had bestowed upon him had been watered down to a puddle but he could still shape it. The sneer he wore was confirmation--Estarossa understood the importance of using a scalpel in surgery instead of an axe. Forcing his darkness to move and writhe to compensate for its weakness was an interesting alternative to burning more energy for a bigger result.

The only thing Estarossa failed to notice was that he looked like an absolute freak, laughing as he chopped into monstrosities with the blackened buzzsaw he conjured in his palm. When he was done, he was covered in blood and viscera with a sneer of complete and utter satisfaction. He had to find more of those things to get that elated feeling again.]

That... was a damned good workout. I've gotta do that more often.

[He went so far as to interrupt someone in the middle of fighting one of the creatures--] Hey! Leave it be, I want that one for myself!

3. Wildcard Hit me up! I'll take whatever. :D

The night of
[ He had been on this beach for awhile after the days events had settled down. Things had been something of a haze; waking up on a beach, being roughly grabbed and thrown in some vehicle and then in a huge city? None of it really was making any sense to him. The outside world...that was supposed to be gone. Wiped away by a nuclear apocalypse that people too stupid to settle their differences other than with murder weapons had caused.

Now he was just suppose to accept that he had magically been whisked away to some far off galaxy or universe or wherever the fuck this was no problem? Nah. He didn't buy it. Something was off. Glitch never did trust things at first glance and even while this was something of a first of being outside and at ocean for one? Seemed too good to be true.

So he's just sitting by the water, moodily staring out at it and quiet contemplation. Wracking his brain for what was really up. He might not even hear you come up behind him.

But, later there's a noise he definitely picks up and he's already looking around like some kind of rabbit who's heard a predator creeping closer. Instinctively- ]

Hey, who the fuck's there? Might as well come out if you're not up to anything.

The 409
[ Yeah, see when he's shoved onto this vehicle and told to pilot it with some stranger, he's sitting there tense, awkward and more than a little annoyed. His brows are furrowed, mouth in an unpleasant grimace as he looks over all these ridiculous looking controls. Finally, the look shifts over to his partner, whispering angrily; ]

Holy shit, do you fucking get what any of this shit does? 'Cause I sure don't have a fucking clue.

Hypernet

glitch: hey so question, no one else is buying this right? Different planet and universe crap. This has to be some kind of mass hallucination.

Wildcard
[ Hit me with your best shot!~ ]

Edited 2018-08-01 04:36 (UTC)

[arrival]
( 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.)

I: Not in Kansas anymore

[The unfamiliar landscape of the moon was disorienting enough, but this big, dirty city was even worse. Basically, she hated this place with her whole being already and she had only been there for about 20 seconds.

She hears the ruckus as she's staring up at the claustrophobic buildings, and glancing over at the source she can tell a pretty unfair fight is a-brewing. She strides over swiftly as she sees the lead Caian lift a fist, pushing through a couple of the Caians standing at the fringe to insert herself between the leader and the scared Terran.]

There are problem here, hombre?

[Her sudden appearance makes the Caian pause for a moment, but they soon conclude they don't like her tone when she calls them "hombre" and finishes their swing, connecting the blow with her cheek. She stumbles back, cursing not at the fact it hurt but that it is continuing to hurt. She's already become too used to the Nah Nohtek healing her immediately from such minor injuries, and having it gone was a literal pain...

This fact doesn't stop her from lunging forward with her own fist flying, her pent up frustrations coming to the surface making a good ol' street brawl seem like a great idea right now.]

II: The Night Of

[Red has never seen so much much water. Even on some of her trips off Mars she never seen so much water. She's smart enough to at least take off her boots and socks, roll up her pants, but she approaches the waves warily, hesitating at the edge of the wet sand, both worried it might be cold or something lurking in it. She has heard tales of those critters called jellying fish, after all...]

III. Welcome to the 409
[She does not appreciate being shoved and ordered like that, seeing as she was already trying to find a gun to use to help out, but she lets this slide since there was something more pressing going on. However, instead of being handed a gun she's tossed some keys that she stares blankly at, and when she looks back up to say to the fella these ain't a gun, he's already gone. She makes an irritated, impatient sound and looks around, holding up the keys and shouting:]

Anyone lookin' to trade keys for a gun!

( the night of )

[ The circumstances of his arrival on this planet, in this place, are still weighing on Caleb. His many layers are still faintly damp, but the lingering hangover from Hupperdook is mercifully gone. He's thinking about the impending fight as he skulks between cottages. His magic isn't quite there; every time he reaches for it, he feels it fizzling.

The low-level thrum of panic won't let him rest, so he walks through the cabin, past the villagers, to the beach. Even the stars are different here. It's staggering to think how wholly he has been displaced. The sky has changed. How far from home has he managed to land?

Of course, looking up and fretting isn't the best approach to walking along the beach. Instead of treading on sand, his boot comes down firmly on a fellow stargazer. ]

Ah. [ Caleb hops back a step. ] I didn't see you down there.

[ It should probably have crossed his mind to watch for anyone laid out on the sand. Even the threat of the approaching storm or the inescapable worry over current circumstances couldn't really ruin the beauty of the beach. Caleb takes another step back, prepared to just start walking back the way he came depending on the response he gets. ]

( nothing wasted, nothing thrown )

[ At this point, Caleb needs to get off the bike. It's a miracle he's alive, and a bigger miracle he hasn't crashed. It takes him a long moment to loosen his grip from the bike, and relax enough to take in the aftermath of the battle.

The monsters were beaten back. That should be unquestionably good, but Caleb doesn't feel much in the way of relief. He survived something that he's reasonably sure he shouldn't have, but the complete severance from any modicum of familiar reward only leaves room for weariness. He's not going to get anything out of having survived this. In Wildemount, there had at least been some sense of progress. Here, he's been jettisoned so far back it's as if he's never started. Caleb slumps momentarily in his seat, before he shakily descends.

And when confronted with the direction towards chainsaw and corpses, Caleb immediately doubles over and vomits. Great first impression, right? ]

( network )

widogast: Hello?

( wildcard )

[ do whatever, i'm down to roll with it. his canon point is episode 24. mark any spoilers for later critical role episodes, please. ]

Edited 2018-08-01 20:00 (UTC)

✞ ARRIVAL.

[ So a nun walks into a bar—

Wait no, scratch that. First, there is no actual walking involved, as Rosette has been unceremoniously left (dumped) on the shore with no real idea of where she is, or of how she got there. Second, this isn't exactly the middle of civilization here; the waves crashing against warm, white sand are much more peaceful than the buzz of the city. One might even consider it "nice" and "scenic," and all told, Rosette is taking waking up here wet and very confused relatively well. ]

LET GO OF ME! WHERE DO YOU THINK YOU'RE PUTTING THOSE HANDS?!

[ First of all, she's only shouting as someone pulls her up by her elbow. She hasn't actually hit anyone ~~yet~~, even if she's giving this poor hapless soul a work out with all that thrashing.

But at least there's no doubt that she's healthy as a mule. Oh boy. ]

✞ 409.

[ It probably isn't any of her business. Not her world, not her beef. Besides, her expertise lies in dispersing and disposing of demonic issues, and this probably doesn't qualify? But yikes, these things are ugly and they're making a giant mess. She should probably do something, but she isn't exactly the best equipped; she only has the ammunition on her person, and she isn't sure if any of this sparkly space tech works the same way as her bullets. A one-shot one-kill mentality could work, but given how these things don't seem to phased by the makeshift militia here, it's hard to say how effective she will be at long range.

It's while she reaches into one of her pouches to survey her supply that someone all but pushes a set of keys into her hands. Get up close and personal, drive this thing in and help those boys blast some monsters. ]

[ She doesn't have someone here to tell her that charging in with guns blazing is a bad idea so ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

Looking over at the person next to her, Rosette grins reassuringly as she twirls the key ring on her finger. You heard the man. ]

[ It's fine, she's got this. It can't be any different from driving a car, right? She probably won't kill them in the process. If they're lucky.

Nah, they're probably going to die. ]

✞ WILDCARD.

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Edited 2018-08-01 20:04 (UTC)

HYPENET.

JUMPSAMURAI69: hey hey shut the hell up.
JUMPSAMURAI69: some of us are trying to sleep here.
_{[ wouldn't it be more effective for him to say this instead of type it?? oh well.. ]}

409.

_{[ You're minding your business when you've been forced to get on a hover bike that is heavily armed to help fight off some critters you've neve seen before. Cool story. But just as you start making your way to the fleet, a hover bike sporting a silver and wavy haired samurai pulls up right next to you— one could say he almost hits you, but that's just by accident and not because he's a sadist, right? Right. It only appears like he has the hang of things, and by his confident invitation, he seems trust worthy. He's got some charm going on there, a pair of dead fish looking bordeaux colored eyes and the strange scent of both sea water and.. chocolate (????) reeking from him. He looks sort of stupid with only half of his yukata on over his black shirt, 100% genuine from the Edo period and a pair of biker boots that look from, well, not from the Edo period at all. If you mentioned anything about his fashion sense, he'd totally argue he looks cool but he's not wearing things to look cool (when he absolutely is.) Let's not even talk about how he speaks, murmuring like talking takes way too much effort. ]}

Oi, what are you doing standing there and scratching your ass for? Hop on, I could use some help! You don't gotta worry cause..

_{[ wait for it.. ]}

I'm the protagonist.

NOTHING WASTED.

_{[ Count on this guy to head right up to a refreshment tent still sopping in alien blood and lift his hand to anybody standing by. Maybe it's you, maybe it's somebody else, but clearly he's mistaken the person standing around for professional personnel (or is he just being a shit??? probably being a shit.) ]}

I'd like a chocolate parfait with extra strawberries.
_{[ this is not M*ckey D's, why is he ordering here like it's M*ckey D's. ]}

The arrival.

[ Angel had expected death to be more quiet, and for a moment she supposes it was. Coming to on the shores of some foreign beach instead of well, bleak nothingness had been unexpected but hell, she would take it.

But then there had been the people, hauling her up and treating her injuries and shuffling her onto the bus she now resided on, with that PA going off every few minutes. Who was she kidding? She wasn't dead, something had gone wrong.

She can't fathom what that something may have been though, perhaps it was Eridian related, considering her...circumstances, previously. She needs more information.

To whoever is on her left, she'll turn her head towards, speaking in a hushed tone ]

Um, excuse me? If possible, could you tell me the last thing you remember before you woke up in this place?

The night of.

[ It's been a long, long time since Angel last saw the night sky in person, and even if it isn't the one she's familiar with? It's still beautiful...if not slightly overwhelming. She's taken a seat on the beach alone just to stare, but she's not averse to company if you'd like to star gaze with her. ]

hypernet

4N631: Let me test something.

CL4P-TP-BOT: For a funny joke please type: /msg CL4P-TP !joke

Edited 2018-08-02 04:48 (UTC)

Not in Kansas anymore [A~~for Arthur~~]

[If you're one of the unlucky people who managed to end up in this ridiculously large urban sci-fi city, then you're luck isn't going to get any better as you come across a small armed knight covered head to toe in heavy armor. The knight walks around muttering somethings to himself about summoning, masters, a grail, or clicking his tongue in disgust about power, or vocalising his awe of the towering structures around him. The knight seemed set on exploring until the sounds of trouble nearby catches his fancy. He passes you without so much as a glance and watches the humans being harrassed, stopping at the edge of the group and tapping his sword on shoulder.

He watches quietly, looking around for anyone who might step up because frankly this isn't a problem the knight should get involved with. Especially not with the weird looking creatures all around them. Or maybe it should be, cause no one else is certainly giving a damn! He clicks his tongue one more time before forcing his way through the crowd and standing before the Terrans and planting his sword in the ground......then sucker punching the closesest Caia Maxus in the gut followed by an uppercut.]

Woah! How lame. I'm so weak now.

[He balls his hands into fists and punches the air for a bit as the hostile group starts to surround him.]

Well! Maybe all I need is a workout. So c'mon you freaky alien things! Come get some!

[This could get messy.]

Welcome to the 409

[After that little scrap in the city and being dragged off, she decided that this lull was the perfect time to try and analyze things. Thankfully Mordred was still a servant as far as she could tell, albeit weaker than a servant should be. It's weird that she doesn't have a Master but being summoned and not having to fight in a Grail War was a small price to pay for freedom, even if she is on some alien planet place. She spent the night figuring out what she can and can't do and much to her horror, she found that she can't easily summon her armor. Worst part? She banished it and left her in her old casual clothes and suddenly tired. She was a bit irritated but at least her sword was still there so it's not such a big deal.

She spent the night resting and was almost enjoying the peace until people started making a ruckus, firing guns and - wait was that a roar? She rushed outside to see the attack, her eyes locked on the monsters even as she gets pushed and shuffled over to a bike-like-jet-thing. Most people would run in horror, cover their ears and look down and pretend it's all a dream-]

AWESOME!!

[-but not Mordred. Her eyes twinkle with childlike glee before turning to you and tossing the keys she was given.]

Hey! Hey! C'mon hurry up! [She says tapping the bike.] Get this thing moving already! I wanna fight that big ugly bastard!

Nothing wasted, nothing thrown

Hahahaha! That was fun! Nothing like a good monster hunting!

[You can hear her bellow as she rolls her shoulder a top her kill(Well, hers and several others but, meh). She's blooming from the fight, color in her cheeks and blood on her.....everything. She yanks her sword out of the carcass and hops down-]

Hey, hey! What now, huh? Are there anymore of these things?

[-and starts ~~terrorizing the village~~ harassing people for more monsters to fight. Then she sees everyone start hacking the corpeses apart.]

What the heck? [She says as she questions the rather methodical way the people are chopping the bodies up, clearly not seeing the barbeque stuff being taken out as well.]

Wildcard!

[PM me to plot it out or go right ahead and bother Mo-san!]

arrival.

Misfire was miserable. He was wet. And there was sand in ALL of his joints and seams. And there was seaweed stuck to his wings, and it's too long and tiny and stringy for his giant hands to grab hold of them. Not to mention dents in places he's never gotten dents in before. And he was wet. He was a fighter jet not a submarine.

So there he was. Thirty foot tall robot just sprawled face down across a good chunk of the beach. Being in the way.

It's not like he was just being a useless waste of space or anything though! he was doing something. Running an internal system analysis. Internal weapons systems were down. Holographic projector not responding. His T-Cog was malfunctioning so no transforming into a fighter jet for him right now. Even his thrusters were offline so no flying. At all. What the heck.

But hey. At least his internal heating and cooling systems still seemed functional! That was... something.

409.

You know what? It would have been nice if those guys had a hover bike big enough for him. Man Misfire missed flying... Up in the sky where you didn't have a care in the world and all your troubles just melted away. Well not really. Your troubles were still there you just forgot about them for a while. And then when you landed your commanding officer would probably yell for shirking patrol duty again and hey it wasn't your fault you forgot...

Forgot... what was he forgetting right now?

Or right. The monsters. Even after being alive for a few million years Misfire just couldn't kick that getting distracted by his own thought process thing.

He may have been too big for a bike and the weapons they head would have been laughably tiny in his hands.... actually that would make a hilarious selfie maybe he could borrow one and-FOCUS. Focus. Monsters.

Anyways he didn't have any weapons. But he WAS heavy! And almost as tall as the monsters. So he decided the best course of action for him would be to throw his weight around. By flinging himself onto the back of one of the creature.

"C'mon nerd calm down! Why are you losers in such a tizzy anyways?" no he could not stop running his mouth even while clinging to the back of a flailing monster, "Like I'm sure we could work something out here. You guys kinda remind me of Dire Wraiths? You related to them? My buddy's actually in an online relationship with a Dire Wraith. His name is... well I don't know how to pronounce it but his screen name is 'Cons4Ever' you know him? Nice guy. Real religious..."

He's not doing and especially large amount of damage but the grappling is definitely slowing that one creature down presenting an easier target.

hypenet.

[ So from his observations Misfire figures most of the people around here are squishy organics. Humans in particular. So what does he type to connect to a human audience?

...Oh wait! There is that ]

xXkremzeekxdestroyerXx: c===3

[ From his limited understanding of organics this series of symbols is considered comedy gold among humanity. ]

NOT IN KANSAS (OPTION A)

[not again is the groaned phrase that slips past kovacs lips as he comes too in another city that he doesn't recognize. the last was bay city, when he'd been resleeved after his stack had been in storage for two-hundred some odd years. this time isn't quite as dramatic — not the disorienting feeling of being placed in a new sleeve, of literally feeling uncomfortable in one's own skin for a hot minute — but he's getting damn tired of waking up in places that he's not familiar with and feeling the sensation like he's been run through the ringer.

this time he wasn't shot, at least he doesn't think so at any rate, which makes it a little more palatable that he's waking up face first in the kind of street grime that comes with densely populated urban areas. it makes him long for the woods on harlan's world. there's not time to dwell on past memories, though. not when he's still got his bearings (and intel) to gather.

the highrises stretch further than his eyes can see, obscuring most of the light coming from above, but that doesn't mean there's not the glow of lights from within the buidings, signs, and lamposts.

as he gathers his bearings and shakes the sluggishness from his limbs, takeshi takes everything in. from the sounds of vehicles passing by, to people's daily grumblings, to the smells of this strange place. total absorb, as he'd explained it to another person not so long ago, allowing him to carefully piece things together so he'd know how to proceed. it's this envoy intuition that leads him to head toward the faint sounds of a scuffle until he's come face to face with a mob of people trying to harass another set of people.

it's not his place, he's still working his way through understanding where he is, but if there's one thing he's not fond of, it's people who harass those who can't hold their own. whoever these people are, he doesn't much like them.

could he go in punch things first and ask questions later? of course. but he could also try the diplomatic approach, which with any luck will net him a few trusted allies in this brave new world.

the caia maxus don't seem to be letting it drop, though which leaves him with no other option but than to stand and fight. good thing elias ryker's sleeve is more than equipped to handle a few punches.]

Why don't you quit picking on people who can't defend themselves? Better yet, why don't I just make you.

HYPENET

[this cuff and the network it connects to isn't quite like an oni but it'll do. if only it weren't seemingly booting up with a glitch. he almost considers figuring out a way to rip the thing out before trying again.]

envoy: this feels like a serious downgrade from what i've gotten used to, but whatever. where's a guy gotta go to grab a decent bowl of food that isn't just tasteless flavorless nutrition packs?

WILDCARD

[hmu via pm. he's good with a gun and will be happy to f things up monsterwise too.]

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