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JANUARY TEST DRIVE MEME

"-̭̫̜̩̪̑̈́̓̌̐-̞͓̘̩͖̿́͒͑͘░͙͈̥̦̼̌̊̒̾̅░̨̢̠͙̖̉͊̽͌͝░̫͔͎̤̘̀̑͋͛̾ȩ̨̬̙͛̐̋̀̕͜m̻̬͈̠͒̌͌̍͌͜ ̡̲͈̙̼̽̾͆̊̃f̖̟͉̲̪̈́̾̀̂̀ą̢̯̘̙́̇͑̈̋i̪̱̙̘̟͌́̄̊͘ļ̢̛̲͕̣͐̎̿͛u͕̣̥̘̳̓̃͗͠͝r͉̠̗͖̰̉̅͗̚͘ę̛̺̥̝̘̄͑̌̈́.̣̫͕̰̭̓͂̈́̓͊ ̟̗͔̟͋̿̒̚̚ͅA̠̫̬̼̣̒̇͛́̊l̫̬͎̤͈͑̀͂̐̆ë̡̧̝̺͖́̍̂͂͝r͙͍̱̫͕̆͊̾͐̕ţ͙̻̣̝͒́̄̈́͆!͕̫͓͉̹̌̍̽̂̓ ̧̛̲͎͖̳̌̆̾̏░͖̲̞̼̹̇̄̌̈́̊░̡͍͎͍̘̇̈́̕͝░̪͚̼̦̃̋͊̆͜͠è̛̞̬͙̠̖̊͌̂m͖̝̟̗̣̽̄̐̚͠ ̛̹̯͈̮̼̈́͊͌͠f̧̰̖͋̊̈̊̑͜͜ą̨͚͎̹̀̎̑͋́i̞̬͓̭̳̎́̓͘͠l̢͈̲͇͕̈́̆̐̌̈́ư̰̞͚̻̺̔͑̓̑ṛ͎̯͚̇̔̾̔̏͜ę̛̻̼̭͊͆̕͜͝.̯̖̫̣͔̔̋̔̽͠ ̺̼̟̲͌́͒̔̅ͅĄ̹̝̖̺̂̇̽̒͊ĺ̛̺̰̰̤͎̾͗͝e̛̗̭̻͕̹̓̔͆̆r̢̛͙͖̘̻̈̚̚͘t̰̲̠̖̻̉͂̆̓̇!̬̞̟͉̺̂͆̊͑͐"

You awaken to godawful static overlaying a female voice that's too monotone to be anything but a recording. The static makes it difficult to understand the warning, but it's clearly a warning if your surroundings tell you anything...

You're buckled into a sturdy seat bolted to the wall behind you. Around you, there are dozens of others like you, some awake and others still unconscious, but it seems most of the seats lining the walls are occupied. The lights are dim, likely auxiliary lighting, leaving you mostly in the dark. You smell smoke and hear the sizzling crackle of electrical systems popping and shorting out. Some of the seats were jarred off the wall, leaving the occupants either wounded or dead. Count yourself lucky all you have is a headache and various aches accounted to whiplash.

You appear to be in a drop ship or an escape vessel of some form but the pilot is dead and the hull bears a massive gash where it buckled under the impact and sheered off. Through the door-sized opening, you can see vegetation. The air that wafts in is heavy with a humid heat, but it's obviously breathable.

Once you make your way outside, you'll see greenery: Trees, grass, and shrubs tangled with vines that grow wildly and suffocate the trees they climb. In the distance, behind the ship, you can make out a sandy desert that seems to stretch on endlessly. Forward through the trees, however, you may see a crumbling wall, but more importantly, you'll see signs of civilisation. Buildings and other structures seem contained within those decrepit walls. Maybe the natives can fill you in on what's going on, because the last thing you remember isn't being in an escape shuttle. As a matter of fact, you don't remember much about your arrival or where you are. But it's going to be a bit of a hike, better get moving. Though you might want to grab the backpack of supplies under your seat before you go.

"W̞͓̝͓̓̀̍̒͘͜ȃ̢̗̪̤͇̔̃̚͝░̟͙̯̳̱̈͂̈́̈́͠n̬̘̬̤̠͛̅̈́͋͝i͓̟͈͎͙̐̆̈́̔̓n̡̟̤̟̤̑͐͋͐̚g̩̱͖͉̻͌͛̈͆̈́!̧̪̰͇̦̓̂̆̌͝ ̢͔̣̠̗̾̉́̌̒C̢̥̟͍͊͊͑̀̚ͅr̛͙̪̙̟͐̽̓̅͜i̫͖̻̣̘̽̑͂̾̎t̩͇̦̬̞͊̌̑̈́͝i̡̳̠̞̐̿̍̎̀͜c̡͕͙͕͕̓̊̌̾͘å̼̯͍̙̲̍̏̚͝l̢̥͉̮̙̋̆͐̆́ ̢̰̞͕̯̋̈́̈́̋͌f͇͔̟̻̈̽͌̒̉ͅa̳̰̠͉͔͒̑̈̈͘i̟̭̦̺͎̍̾̽̈́̐░͕̣̥̭͛̿̓̽̐ͅ░̰̪̠͇͍̆͛̀͝͝░̘̱̩̳̘͆̈́̆̀̚e̛̻͈̳̳̺̊̔̚̕.͙̟̳̼̾̀̅͊͊ͅ"

With that, the power dies, leaving the drop ship in the dark, crackling and groaning as the hull cools from its catastrophic re-entry.

[MOD NOTES: TDM threads may be used as game canon.]

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[ He's a teenager, what does Han really expect? ]

I might learn klunk about rippin' a ship to pieces? Sounds like priceless life knowledge. [ Yeah, the way he says it makes it very clear he doesn't think that, but even then, he moves a little closer, wanting to be able to watch whatever the guy is up to. ]

Have you done this before or should I be prepared for you to touch the wrong thing and blow us up or electrocute yourself? [ Dibs on the backpack if it's the latter. ]

[ This is all kinds of new. Not just the ship or the planet, but the whole experience.

Groot's never been in the aftermath of a crash like this, much less with a bunch of strangers milling around. If his friends were around, he would at least know to keep them all together and make sure there were all right until they decided on a plan. Does he check on the other survivors? What about the ones that didn't survive?

Luckily (or unluckily???), someone makes his decision for him. A little Terran woman has tied up her hair and gone marching into the jungle by herself. He's not sure, but that could very well be A Bad Idea.

Even with his massive gait, she has quite a head start. She'll be able to hear him coming though, what with all the rustling leaves and cracking twigs. A walking tree in the middle of a forest is still, well. A walking tree. ]

[ do you see this, Gamora?

This 100% unimpressed look?

because he's doing it really hard. ]

Thanks, but no thanks. I can take care of myself.

[ He looks amused again, not quite suppressing his grin. ]

I know. I'm joking, too.

But just so you know? I can take care of myself.

[ that's... what? burn them to a crisp? ]

...How? [ he starts in, but you know what, more important things to deal with. she has a method, let's move on. ] There's gotta be something sharp around here we can use. Or at least, I dunno, a pointy stick.

[ that said, thomas starts heading towards some more of the ruins, trying to look through twisted, eroded structure, pulling at bars half sticking out of concrete in places to see if they'll dislodge. ]

Last time I checked, I was dodging Steve and his winged friend. The little punk's always been persistent. No, I don't remember, but coming from me, that's not as much of a surprise as it is coming from you.

[Most words spoken since his little freak-out with Daryl. Congrats, Clint.]

I think you already know if I was going to kill you, I would have done it by now. Let's not turn this into a fight you won't win, kid.

Oh.

Well. Just so you know I can set things o fire with my brain. And that's not a joke.

I--

[ uh. ]

... What?

[ the death glare gets an eyeroll, because if there's anything thomas knows how to do outside of "staying alive" it's "being snide". ]

Sorry, didn't realize three or four sentences said loudly were gonna turn the area uninhabitable for any woodland critters for all eternity. My bad, man.

[ the sarcasm is strong in this one. also, arguing just for the sake of arguing because he's pissy. but all in all, he's not perturbed enough by it to stop with trying to get this place settled. once he's on the ground again, thomas is emptying out his pack, separating the food, water and aspirin out, before pulling out the blanket, rope, flashlight and batteries. he jerks at the fabric some, trying to see how sturdy it is, and unravels the rope a bit, trying to get an idea of length. ]

There's squirrels, deer, and birds, at least. Observant. [ spoken distractedly, as he starts to carefully pry the flashlight apart, looking inside at the wiring. ] And if this is the area we're making camp, they're not gonna be hanging around here in the future anyway. Which is probably good, considering, where there's herbivores, there's usually carnivores.

[ it's the part about walkers, though, that gets thomas halting, dropping the Fuck U Buddy routine and looking up from the light for the moment, because 'the dead that don't know it yet' can only really be one thing, as far as what he's familiar with. ]

Cranks? You saw them here?

No, I don't know of them. Have you ever met a Green Lantern?

[ It's a curious query, nothing else. Kory doesn't expect to be recognised — her sister is more well known than she is. ]

[ Oh hello costumed person — you are the most familiar thing here. Kory hovers near Gwen. ]

And what do you go by?

And they're running away because you're yelling your head off trying to get everything's attention. Congratulations, you got it, dumbass.

[Daryl sassed right back, meeting the kid inch for inch on the sarcastic department. That was a battlefield he knew. Though the smartass did seem to have more brains behind his mouth than Daryl had first given him credit for if he'd already spotted the signs of squirrel and deer being around.

What gave Daryl pause, though, was the response to the comment about walkers.

He stood up and looked the kid over, re-assessing him. He'd already figured the kid knew how to survive even if he wasn't careful about the noise he was making. But the recognition of the description was the first Daryl had gotten from any of the other survivors he'd seen so far.]

If that's what you call 'em. I ain't seen 'em, but I ain't never been no place they ain't at eventually. Noise draws 'em the fastest. There's ruins here. There were people once. Might still be. Might even be why we crashed. They ain't here, but they will be.

[ That whistle manages to reach something not even that bark of awful static had. There's a deep groan somewhere further into the darkness of the ship.

Even with the delayed awakening, Groot knows something is wrong. This isn't the Black Aster, and it's certainly not the Black Aster after Rocket had crashed a ship into it. He couldn't feel the heat of the flaming wreckage or the whole place plummeting out of the sky.

A tremor runs through him. He can't feel his friends.

But the edge of a flashlight catches his face and he blinks. That voice... ]

I am Groot...?

[ Had they made it? ]

Oh. There aren't a lot of us with these kinds of abilities- [ there are very, very few, in fact. Like only six in the whole universe few ] -but we're not exactly shunned for it.

Um. I can't cook?

I can set things on fire with my brain?

[ It isn't hard to pick up with her heightened senses that someone - or something - is following her. Among the buzz of insects and natural sounds, whatever happens to be tailing her isn't very subtle. Rose actually assumes it's just another survivor... until she realizes she doesn't smell human (or anything else) anywhere close. The only scent she is picking up is that of the foliage around. Can the creatures here mask their scents, maybe? She isn't about to rule anything out.

The sounds become louder, closer and Rose whirls around to see what she might have to face. She wasn't expecting, uh. A tree?

Wait. What.

Is that - The trees are alive here?! That is so cool. There were some flora yokai but they usually took on humanoid shape similar to her. She's never seen an actual plant that appears to be sentient. ]

Woah, [ she breathes out, eyes wide in awe as a grin splits her face. It (him? her?) hopefully isn't hostile. She imagines it would have attacked by now if that was the case but, as it is, she's kind of a sitting target. ]

[See, Alex would have reacted much the same way before the supernatural became a part of his everyday life, so he doesn't fault Clint the reaction.

But, seriously, Clint? You've fought aliens, a killer A.I. and fight alongside a godand the Hulk; was a werecreature really that far out there?]

Yes, lycanthrope, but wereleopard instead of wolf. Happy to demonstrate if you feel it's necessary?

[Alex arches a brow, because he would be happy to, but there was a green chick over there sorting out the supplies, so...

But he moves on, nodding.]

I'm not saying I'm the best option on a permanent basis, as I've no idea what anyone else here can do, but I can help help now. And no one should go out alone until we know what's out there... [He tilts his head and even though he doesn't have his feline features, he has that intent feline stare.]

You up for it? [C'mon, Clint... aren't you at least a tiiiiiny bit to see if he's all talk?]

Most people do. [ Like food, that is. ] And try not to forget water.

[ In case she overlooked that one, too. ]

I can trap things in an extradimensional bubble for a short time, and if I so desire, I can set them on fire when I do it.

[ Well, he may not have wanted an answer, but he got one anyway.

She starts rooting through part of the ruined building as well. There are a couple of wooden beams, but they either crumble to dust or are too large to be used effectively. ] It looks like whoever lived here has been gone a long, long time.

... Are you being for real right now?

What would I have to gain by making something like that up?

[ That sounnds nice. A place where people aren't condemned just for being 'different.' Rose hadn't thought it existed. Though, to be fair, she hadn't imagined anything besides the worlds she knows of had existed until now. ]

Hey, that makes two of us! I'm a terrible cook. Oh, and - My name's Rose, by the way! It's nice to meet ya' despite the super bizarre circumstances.

Alex doesn't even feign the sigh of relief as Poe seems to hear him and turns his way.

"Thanks... I was worried there might not be anyone in good enough shape to help."

He sees the other man looking him over as he approaches, his gaze settling in the shrapnel in his leg. Alex can practically taste the other man's confusion at what he's seeing. When Poe comments that there's no blood coming from the injury itself Alex nods, expression a bit wry. His jeans were a mess and pretty much shredded on that side of his thigh, but it was true; the wound wasn't bleeding anymore.

"I heal fast... unfortunately there was still shrapnel." Alex shifts, a grimace crossing his features as muscle protests and spasms, skin tightening around the metal on either end of the puncture wound.

"It's gotta come out," he breathes through his teeth, golden eyes watering. "It's going to suck and I have no idea how bad it's going to bleed, but it's gotta come out or the longer I wait I'll continue to heal around it." And it would be even worse when they had to cut it out then. The muscle and tendons hadn't had a chance to heal around it, yet, but they would and then it could possibly cripple him for days while he healed.

"I don't suppose you've got it in you to jerk this thing outta my leg? I can't get a good angle to do it myself."

Please don't make him try to do that on his own, Poe... he'd likely do himself more damage.

That's not-- [ what he meant. why are you alive here, is what he'd meant, but that's not making it past his lips. if newt knew he was supposed to be dead, he would've gotten that question. or if he knew he was even supposed to be anywhere around them. or sane. or healthy.

christ.

if he doesn't know, even if this is some kind of trick, thomas isn't going to bring it up. whatever this is, he'll have to try to work it out quietly in his head. or wait for the slip up to happen. or for ava paige to come out from behind a curtain and say "haha what i meant by help you was kidnap you and screw with your head some more". time to try a different angle. ] What do you remember?

[ because anything up to being taken into the rooms to remove the swipe should be it. anything after that and newt knew he was sick. and it advanced so, so fast...

thomas's eyes drift down to the pills newt holds out, and while he'd seen him crush one up and take it himself, there's just something itching at the back of his mind. not even simply because something's wrong with newt himself, but all of it. in the end, he shakes his head, pushing newt's hand back. ] I'm okay. Save it.

[ that's a good enough excuse. hold on to it. preserve resources. maybe later he can take a closer look at them. maybe once he figures out what the hell's going on. as for the topic of his face, though, well that's not really surprising. dead or alive, newt wasn't there for what happened at the compound. it makes sense he wouldn't know. ]

'Cause the shuck Rat Man punched me a lot. And-- [ he shifts, squirming some, and arches his back as he peels his jacket off his shoulders, sticking to his skin awkwardly in places around the wound, and turns to show newt where the griever blade had sliced into him. his shirt is still soaked up in gross dried blood, and sticking to him, but stripping that off too seems like it'd be more painful at the moment. ] Any bandages in the pack?

I dunno. Laughter at my expense?

I mean, they say it's the best medicine, after all.

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he's such a twat, i'm sorry

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nearing civilisation;

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:3

ur welcome

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