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Oᴀsɪs Mᴏᴅs ([personal profile] oasismods) wrote2016-01-26 08:28 pm

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.]
nostalgiabomb: (021)

[personal profile] nostalgiabomb 2016-01-27 09:21 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Peter's kneeling on the floor, sifting through one of the supply knapsacks left lying around, when Maya approaches.The sudden flare of purple light in the darkness makes him wince, holding up a hand to shield his eyes by reflex. It's familiar, in an all too terrifying way, and panic chokes him for a second. He swallows it down, forcing himself to relax once it becomes clear he's not, like, on fire or anything. Once his eyes adjust, he turns to the light source -- some smartass comment on the tip of his tongue about lightshows and emotionally preparing a guy for one -- and blinks.

Oh no she's hot, is his first thought, followed soon after by, Why's that light gotta be purple?

But those thoughts scurry to the back of his mind, and he blinks at the orb of light in her hand. ]


... How are you doing that?
nostalgiabomb: (026)

[personal profile] nostalgiabomb 2016-01-27 09:23 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Peter doesn't recover from the crash right away.

The impact knocked him unconscious for a few long minutes -- and wasn't that fun, waking up to the dulcet sounds of creaking metal and showering sparks? The first thing he had done was look for anyone familiar in the crowd around him, checked the bodies of the unconscious and the deceased just in case, before he finally scooped up his survival pack and the pack of a nearby John Doe and stepped out into the daylight.

Imagine his surprise when he finally spots a friendly face.

... Well, relatively friendly. (Do deadly assassins do friendly?)

He shoulders both bags and limps out (he's going to be damn sore tomorrow, he knows; crash landings like that are fun for absolutely no one), and in lieu of a proper greeting (Thank God you're here. I thought I was gonna have to deal with this shit by myself), he plops down to sit on the ground. He frowns at her, at the pile of packs she's already rummaged through, and almost looks disappointed. ]


I can't believe you started looting without me.
phaselocknroll: (023)

[personal profile] phaselocknroll 2016-01-27 09:28 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Maya crosses her arms over her chest, shifting her weight to one hip. She looks particularly unimpressed. ]

And if there are only three knives in all of those bags?
phaselocknroll: (phaselock) (002)

[personal profile] phaselocknroll 2016-01-27 09:33 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Well, all things considered, it’s not a completely unreasonable question. Sirens were extremely rare, so it made sense that this guy had no idea what he was looking at.

She lifts one shoulder in a shrug. ]


Just something I can do. Are you all right?
genuinepleasure: (What the fuck)

Clint Barton | MCU - Post AoU

[personal profile] genuinepleasure 2016-01-27 10:01 pm (UTC)(link)
[The Avenger side of him had kicked in almost immediately. He'd gotten his seat belt off and started to check on everyone else, everything a blur but there were people to help and that was his first priority. There were several dead and as much as he wanted to do something about it he let them be for the moment, focusing instead on the wounded and aiding others in getting themselves out of their seats.

Head outside. This whole place could blow. No idea how much damage there was.

The same things repeated over and over again to different people as Clint urged them up--if they could walk--or found someone to help those that couldn't. His own head was throbbing and he could feel the drying blood on his temple but the archer paid it no mind as he finally eased his way outside.

It felt good to get into the fresh air and he let himself close his eyes for a moment and just breath, attempting--and failing--to remember what had caused all of this. Clint frown, eyes opening slowly and he took in the other survivors now that he could see them all a bit better. They were all in varying states of hurt and panic, most of them keeping it together well enough but he had a feeling it wouldn't last like. Trauma was a bitch like that.

Hopping down off the torn edge of metal that had once been the side of the shuttle, Clint started to try and make sense of their surroundings while, at the same time, doing another check of the others.

Which would have worked had his head not started to spin sending him stumbling a few steps, vision blurring as he sucked in a quick breath.

That wasn't good.]
allthesame2me: (Wary)

Alex Marsters // OC wereleopard

[personal profile] allthesame2me 2016-01-27 10:40 pm (UTC)(link)
[Alex had helped clear people off the shuttle, in a far better position health wise than many other survivors onboard. He'd seen Clint doing much the same, guiding people to the open side of the shuttle and moving them in case the whole thing decided to blow; thankfully, it looked to be stable since the power and alarms cut off. He helped toss out a few more backpacks before finally jumping down himself, following Clint out of the shuttle.

When Clint seemed to lose his balance, Alex reached over and caught his shoulder supportively.]


Whoa! Easy there... [Alex was taller than Clint, but not as massively built, but he seemed to have no problem supporting the other man's weight. He ducked his head slightly, and if Clint opened his eyes, he might not know if the androgynous figure were a man or woman he was looking at. Blonde hair hung loose to nearly his waist, though it was a right mess at that moment with blood and debris, and there looked to have been a blow to his temple, though the wound itself was gone and only blood remained.]

You okay? [His concern was apparent, even if he knew nothing about the other man.]
genuinepleasure: (Fuckowow)

[personal profile] genuinepleasure 2016-01-27 10:47 pm (UTC)(link)
[He hadn't even been aware of the other until he felt himself steadied, the archer blinking a few times as if it were going to help clear his vision.]

I..think so.

[He wasn't but he'd deny any accusations. There wasn't any time to waste when there were people in much worse shape than he was.

It was a damn good thing Natasha wasn't here because she would have kicked his ass real quick.]


Just a scrape. I'll be fine.

[Eyes narrowing, Clint tried to make some sense of the person he was looking at, his blurry vision not helping in the least with the whole androgynous thing.]

We need to get everyone out of here.

[Just as soon as he could see straight.]
allthesame2me: (Alex 1)

Jesus, please forgive my horrid sentence structure up there.

[personal profile] allthesame2me 2016-01-27 11:02 pm (UTC)(link)
[Alex snorted softly, shaking his head.]

You're not fine and I doubt it's just a scrape... I'm not a doctor, but if all the crap I've learned from years of the Discovery Channel has taught me anything, you likely have a concussion. You hit your head in there? [He shifted and one hand began cautiously probing Clint's head. He didn't see or smell blood, but that didn't mean he wasn't correct and that Clint hadn't smashed his head during landing.

His expression sobered at the latter, however, and he shook his head again.]


Everyone that lived through that landing is off that thing... They're going to need a few minutes to get patched up before we can do anything. Which means... [He guided Clint toward a downed tree, as good as place as any, and made him sit.] You sit and do the same.
genuinepleasure: (Uh huh)

No worries at all! C:

[personal profile] genuinepleasure 2016-01-27 11:12 pm (UTC)(link)
I don't have a concus--will you stop that?

[An attempt to bat the other's hand away only sent his swimming vision into overdrive, colors swirling and everything blurring so badly that he immediately closed his eyes in an attempt to stop it.

A few deep breaths were taken even as the other spoke to him, Clint only really registering parts of it. Everyone was off. They were patching up. Okay, that was a start.

And now they were moving.

Clint almost stumbled but managed to keep himself upright through some careful footwork and leaning against his companion--mostly leaning--allowing himself to be guided down to sit. He knew the other was right but he couldn't help but be stubborn about it still.]


Only for a few minutes. The sooner we scout ahead the better and that's kind of my thing.
nostalgiabomb: (015)

[personal profile] nostalgiabomb 2016-01-27 11:19 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Oh, okay, that explains next to nothing, but he doesn't press any further. Bigger fish to fry, after all. He starts to shrug, but when the movement starts to hurt even a little, he stops. ]

About as well as anyone who crash-landed in some random ship in the middle of bumfuck nowhere.

[ He digs through the pack again, frowning. ] You mind bringing your freaky magic light in a little closer?
allthesame2me: (Scarf)

[personal profile] allthesame2me 2016-01-27 11:22 pm (UTC)(link)
[Alex had worked with any number of irritated werewolves over the past few years, so an irritated human wasn't going to put him off too much. Seriously, unless Clint could muzzle out and snap at his fingers, he was going to have to deal with a little babying. He supported Clint during the move to the tree, squatting to get on a more level field with him; no point in trying to make him focus on things he couldn't if it could be avoided.]

Fine, I'll take a few minutes. I don't need some heroic disaster in the making because you suck at listening. [There was a bit of humor in his tone, despite the whole crash landing on a ship he couldn't remember getting on... thing.] I can heal myself, but I can't do shit for other people, so I'd love it if we could lessen the need.

[He exhaled and palmed his hands over his face, shifting his weight from foot to foot, before dropping his hands to look around the crash site. Clint's last bit, however, caught his attention and those golden eyes lifted to the other man's face again.]

Military? [Or maybe he was just a hunter, the hell if Alex knew, but it couldn't hurt to ask.]
Edited (Tagging on a phone can be a bitch. :\) 2016-01-27 23:25 (UTC)
phaselocknroll: (✴ 006)

[personal profile] phaselocknroll 2016-01-27 11:25 pm (UTC)(link)
[ She frowns slightly, but she also can't fault this guy for his mood. If she wasn't so ~zen~ and ~centered~ all the time, she'd probably be a bit snippy too.

Maya crouches next to him, bringing her light closer ]


Is there anything good in there?
genuinepleasure: (Okay I'm stopping you there)

[personal profile] genuinepleasure 2016-01-27 11:28 pm (UTC)(link)
Now that's just rude.

[It came out as more of a mumble than Clint really wanted it to but given that he was a little busy rubbing at his temples to try and ease the throbbing? There wasn't much he could do to stop it from sounding the way it did. He had never been good at staying down when he needed to so it really wasn't anything against Alex. Clint was just a pain in the ass.

As dizzy as he was, though, what the other said didn't get past him and the circles he was rubbing into his temples came to a halt as he cracked his eyes open.]


...You can heal yourself?

[And just what exactly did this guy mean by that?]

Something like that.

[His hands dropped from his temples though his eyes stayed narrowed, the light not helping much with how blurry everything was.]

More special ops like, though.
allthesame2me: (Smile 2)

[personal profile] allthesame2me 2016-01-28 12:01 am (UTC)(link)
[Alex grinned slightly at the response.] Yet honest, mm?

[He watched silently as Clint rubbed his temple and eyes, letting him take as much time as he needed to get himself back together. He nodded slightly when Clint's gaze fell back to him.]

Yeah... inherited trait of the lycanthropy. [He doesn't clarify that he doesn't mean a werewolf because he doesn't think to; so that could be fun later. His face fell and he shrugged weakly as he looked over the crash site and the survivors.] I wish I could use it to heal other people... but the best I can do is keep myself in one piece and help that way.

[No time for feeling sorry for oneself, though, and Alex turned his attention back when Clint confirmed his occupation... sort of.] Well, I've never done it professionally, but I'll help however I can... I can travel a lot faster when I've shifted, but strength wise I'm about the same in any of my forms. [Mostly. There was more brutal ferocity when fully feline, but he was rather akin to Cap or Bucky in comparison.] My senses are heightened, so, use me as you will.
Edited 2016-01-28 00:16 (UTC)
nostalgiabomb: (015)

[personal profile] nostalgiabomb 2016-01-28 12:07 am (UTC)(link)
[ When she moves, he offers a brief nod of thanks before fishing out-- a flashlight.

Maya's crackling, blackish-purple light is only going to fly so far with him, okay.

He flicks it on, though, pointing it down into the bag and shifting it so she can take a look, as well. Looks like Peter didn't win knapsack bingo, since his first pack lacks any weapons. ]


Doesn't look like they expected us to be out here very long. [ He glances over at her, then, slowly, ] Don't suppose you could tell me what the hell's going on, could you?
phaselocknroll: (040)

[personal profile] phaselocknroll 2016-01-28 12:13 am (UTC)(link)
[ There are flashlights in there? Thank God. Maya slings her own pack off of her shoulder and fishes the flashlight out after some rummaging. She flicks it on, keeping it pointed upward as she douses her own light.

At his question, she merely arches her eyebrows and says flatly, ]
Looks like we crashed.
nostalgiabomb: (013)

[personal profile] nostalgiabomb 2016-01-28 12:16 am (UTC)(link)
[ Hissed, ] Shit.

You know, I kind of had that feeling? But I wasn't too sure.
phaselocknroll: (phaselock) (014)

[personal profile] phaselocknroll 2016-01-28 12:19 am (UTC)(link)
[ That gets a smirk out of her ] Glad I could enlighten you.

I'm Maya, by the way.
nostalgiabomb: (026)

[personal profile] nostalgiabomb 2016-01-28 12:38 am (UTC)(link)
Peter Quill. People call me Star-Lord.

[ Or they used to, back home -- "they" being a pronoun for the handful of people who were happy to humor him or at least apathetic enough to call him whatever he liked.

He regards her for a second, head tilted with curiosity, examining the tattoos that swirl along her left side, now that they've dimmed. ]


Uh. Your arm went out. [ Star-Lord? More like Duh-Lord. ] Magic henna or something?
stabbyterms: (011;)

[personal profile] stabbyterms 2016-01-28 12:50 am (UTC)(link)
[ It might almost be hilarious how she looks away from the knife so suddenly, a startled, jerky motion not entirely in sync with how she usually is. Gamora hadn't seen anyone familiar on her own way out (as well as several ways back in and then back out all over again), yet there he is, sitting there looking like a miserable lump. The surprise only lasts, say, maybe two seconds, though.

She won't say so, but the relief of not being here alone is immense. Of course, instead of showing that, she'll only purse her lips at him in a most disapproving way and get back to her sorting. Yeah, that's it.
]

I'm not looting.

[ She so is. ]

Are you unharmed?
Edited 2016-01-28 00:54 (UTC)
stabbyterms: (002;)

[personal profile] stabbyterms 2016-01-28 12:53 am (UTC)(link)
[ At this point, Gamora snatches up yet another pack, one more she's yet to go through, and turns to toss it to Maya. Catch, siren. ]

Then you'd better hurry up and make sure, before I get bored and leave with them all.
Edited 2016-01-28 00:54 (UTC)
nostalgiabomb: (015)

[personal profile] nostalgiabomb 2016-01-28 01:03 am (UTC)(link)
[ It is a little hilarious, that whole, "What the ever loving shit?" look she had on her face just then. Gamora always seemed so unflappable to Peter -- the kind of calm and collected action hero who didn't look at the explosions she just caused as she walked away -- that to see her caught so offguard makes Peter grin.

Well, he's grining because of that, but also because that for a second there, he was expecting, like, a hallucination. Or maybe a Skrull. Just something pretending to be Gamora and then going, "Ha ha, tricked you, Bozo," and fading into nothing.

But she's still here, and she's still 100% looting, and man, is he glad to not have to tromp through Narnia or wherever the hell they are by his lonesome. ]


I'm about as well as any dude can be, considering we crash landed in some ship I don't even remember hopping into.

[ Which is to say, "Kind of shitty, but anything you can walk away from, right?" He lifts his good shoulder in a shrug. ]

I can sleep it off. What about you?
pilot: (let's do it.)

han solo | star wars

[personal profile] pilot 2016-01-28 01:08 am (UTC)(link)
i. stop, drop and fall on your face
[ standing in the middle of the gaping hole torn through the metal skin of the ship like it was made of flimsiplast is one han solo.

without his blaster ( thanks, vader ) or his jacket ( thanks, lando ) or chewbacca or leia ( again, thank you, lando, he'll have to drop by personally to fully express his gratitude, ) he squints to protect his eyes from the reflective glare of the sunlight and comes to the realization that, while he may have been moved off cloud city, he's definitely not in tatooine either.

worse: this is somehow bad news.
]

Great.

ii. when life gives you a crashed ship
[ he's got his pack at his feet and a second pack that's probably best not to ask from whom he got it.

after holding up the crowd at the "door," he'd retreated into the interior. the ship is shot; the pilot is dead. none of that stops him from sticking a flashlight between his teeth and beginning the task of combing the interior for useful parts to strip. like parts to make fire or paneling that can be arranged into shelter or, if his luck decides to turn up any second now, a working comms system.

he'll even take one that just needs a little tlc. but he needs one and he needs off this rock now.

which is why your character might find themselves being pointed to.
]

Hey! You! [ han waves them over with the flashlight he removed from his mouth. ] Yeah, get over here. Hold up another light for me.
Edited 2016-01-28 01:10 (UTC)
sunflowering: (If at first you don't succeed)

[personal profile] sunflowering 2016-01-28 01:21 am (UTC)(link)
The impact had certainly jarred Yuuki, and she was rightfully disorientated. While her seat had come loose, she was one of the lucky ones. Or perhaps, it was simply due to her nature that despite some of the blood that decorated her forehead, there was no sign of a gash. That had disappeared almost instantly, but it hardly comforted her when her eyes blinked past some of the blood that had dripped down to obscure her vision.

What she did see, more importantly- what she smelt formed a pit in her stomach. Blood. A lot of it, and death clung to the air. She glanced around to find herself pinned within a chair that had broken loose and fallen in the crash. It took a bit of maneuvering from her position, but she managed to slowly begin to pull herself up. That was when she saw a woman approach among the wreckage. Yuuki had to clear her throat amid the smoke and debris before she found her voice.

"Are you all right?" Her words were laced with concern. In all of the chaos, she could hardly discern who's blood was who's when there was just so much of it.
hasitsthorns: (ʙᴇғᴏʀᴇ ᴛᴏ ᴛᴇʟʟ ʜᴇʀ)

[personal profile] hasitsthorns 2016-01-28 01:26 am (UTC)(link)
[ This isn't Rose's first rodeo either. Though she does actually remember the first time she was kidnapped to another world. Not having any memory of what exactly happened is unsettling but she's not sure she really wants to know. Being aware the last time only made things worse. Hopefully, it'll come back to her soon though she won't be too upset if it doesn't.

From her aches, pains, and the smell of blood wafting on the air Rose can already assume something went terribly wrong before she even opens her eyes. She isn't going to either (play opossum just in case looters come to the wreckage of wherever they are) but that whistle startles her. It's the first distinct thing she's heard beyond quiet mutters and groans of pain from everyone else. So her eyes flutter open and adjust to the strange mix of dim auxiliary lighting and random flashlight beams.
]

I've seen worse. At least the whole thing is still, uh, mostly standing. That's a plus. [ The blond knocks on her seat instinctively; 'knock on wood.' Does it count? Probably not, but it's the closest thing to wood in this metal death trap she's got. ] They were kind enough to make sure I was buckled too. Save lives, y'know! I guess I'll have to th-

[ There was going to be more to that but she was finagling with her harness while speaking. She got it unlocked easily enough but wasn't prepared for the sudden release. The woman squeaks, faceplants into walkway, and sighs. She lifts an arm and gives it a dismissive wave along with a self-depreciating laugh. ] I'm okay!

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