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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.

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None of us seem to. The pilot's dead, which makes it pretty hard to get the sit-rep. None of us seemed to be bound, just buckled in, so I'm guessing we were here willingly? [He shrugs. You'd think someone would remember, but that just doesn't seem to be the case anywhere yet.]

So far, we're shepherding the wounded out of the crash sight and gathering supplies for a small hike to some ruins. [Buck pulls a backpack out from under a seat and holds it out to the kid.]

Most of these have some kind of off-brand Aspirin and a water bottle. We've got varying degrees of whiplash to all out broken bones from person to person. If nothing's broken, you might count yourself one of the lucky ones. Got a name, kid?

"Don't know. Don't matter. She's here," Daryl answered with a shrug. He could ask her about her group when she got back. He hadn't thought to. Really, honestly, didn't think it mattered. If she had one, she wouldn't have been so quick to ask to run with him.

"Get your friend and head out with whatever supplies you can carry. Secure the place as best you can. When Athena gets back, I'll start on over with her." Further introductions could be had then. "We'll probably be sharing our sleeping space with people that ain't ours, so be careful about what you say."

Daryl shook his head, lips pressed together. No one could remember getting grabbed. Nothing about being put on the transport. But just being where they were and then waking up sore and woozy. He met Glenn's eyes for a moment, then dropped them before murmuring, "Could be spacemen. Met a woman who ain't human."

And yes, Glenn, he knew exactly how that sounded. But he was being serious as he hopped out of the transport and headed back to his pile of supplies. He had five people to account for now, with Glenn. Glenn, though, he knew he could trust to watch out for himself properly.

Once Glenn was on the ground with him, Daryl pulled one of the two remaining knives he'd been given. The one the girl, Rose, found and handed over to him. In turn, Daryl held it out so Glenn could have it. No questions asked. And he had an empty sheath anyway.

[Once Eric drops out onto land he feels a lot more sure of himself. Part of him never liked vehicles, then again, part of him didn't like technology too much from time to time. He had too many warring memories of easier times when these things didn't exist so that sometimes it was hard to make peace with them.

He's not in too much pain, at least, not compared to the pain that some of the others must have been in. A minor concussion maybe, some muscular damage to his neck and back. Already he's whispering to the Spirit element, knitting these things slowly together. He could fix them, but if he'd been thrown from his seat? Those would've been wounds he couldn't fix. He finally looks to the stranger after his internal assessment, wondering if he should've worried about him sooner.]

Are you injured? [It was the only important question to be asking right now.]

..very well.

[ Kija sounded simpler than Hakuryuu. Wasn't there sa sage called something similar? An old king who brought Chinese civilization to Joseon a long time ago? This guy hardly looked like a king though, he still looked more like a xian. ]

Scout.

James nodded slowly, admitting that Daryl was right. As much as he didn't like it, he couldn't change it as of right now. Getting worked up over it wouldn't fix it.

Daryl took charge once again and he barely gave a sign that he acknowledged it before acting on it. He started to move but stopped himself after only a few steps, turning half way back to Daryl. Again, it wasn't that he was against the order. It was actually a very sound course of action, it was his own reaction that bothered him. This was a conscious effort to break himself of the remnants of the programming.

"From what I've seen, I don't need to tell you to be careful. So I'll say take care instead. I'll rendezvous when we're both on site. And..." He hesitated, thinking over his words carefully before saying them. "I guess, call me Bucky. That's what I went by before they messed with my head. I wasn't sure I knew 'Bucky' anymore, but I'll try to remember him." And then he swept out of the ship to gather their supplies.

"Yeah, that's me." He gave a soft nod, and a small smile. "Maggie is my wife." Was the addition after a second; and not so suddenly, he recalled the conversations he'd had prior to this one which were of the same nature. A huff of a sigh puffed out from his lips, and he rubbed a hand over the back of his neck as he stood there; wishing that life would stop throwing such curve balls at him. Finding her, just to lose her again. It was difficult, but he would keep going. He'd never give up.

"Torch?" Was the question which followed; having found himself totally agreeable to everything else the kid was talking about. Sounded like a plan. However, that term just threw Glenn a little bit; until it hit him. Flashlight. He felt stupid for a split second, then flashed a bit of a sheepish grin and waved a hand to let the guy know he'd gotten a clue. He needed to get his head on straight. "Got it, man." He followed up the hand gesture with those words, as he dug in to his backpack for the item he'd been directed to retrieve.

That stunned him for a moment; 'spacemen'. He wasn't sure exactly how to react to that at first, but weirder shit had happened. After all, they knew how they'd each felt when the dead had first started to get up and come after the living. Besides, Earth couldn't be the only place that supported life, right? "Spacemen?" He asked; feeling a smile tug at his lips, even as he tried to keep a straight face. "Awesome. Or, well, not awesome, but you know..." The smile was wider then, he was helpless in it. There was also probably a strange sparkle in his eyes, too. "Okay, yeah - pretty bad ass. I didn't think our lives could get any more like a comic, but I guess I was wrong?" Then, before he could help the next thought; "I hope they didn't probe us or anything... I mean, I don't feel probed, but..." And he shut himself up, shaking his head at the hot air which was flying from his lips. It'd been a while since he'd gone on such a nervous tirade, but old habits sometimes could haunt a person.

They were on the ground then, and Glenn took a second to take in their surroundings. "Wow." Was a soft whisper, then he found Daryl pressing the handle of a blade towards him. "Thanks, man." Was the easy smile on his lips, a soft nod of his head to emphasize that gratitude. He tucked the blade in to the sheath; glad to have something at his disposal once again.

Daryl squinted hard at Glenn. Whoever did this to them didn't take their clothes off. Just took their weapons away. Probed. Really, Glenn? Really? Daryl might have had to fight a smile that attempted to tug his lips wide. Resulting in a something of a fish-mouth.

"Uh huh."

Daryl waved at the pile he'd gotten together, "Whoever dropped us, dropped us with boxes of dried foods and water. What people been awake already have grabbed a lot, but there's still too much to haul just one on one. Getting this together so we can haul more for ours off to a camp 'fore night comes. We can send a couple of ours back in the morning to strip whatever's left. There's uh... there's two sets of ruins around. The big one is an old city, surrounded by a wall. 'Bout a day's walk from here. The other's just that way," Daryl pointed off in the direction he'd asked Bucky to scout. "Few hours walk from here by best estimate. Setting up camp there. Looking to find a better spot in the morning."

Wife. Woah. Maybe the guy was older than he looked. "Well, Glenn, I'm Newt, and I'm gonna help ya look for her, don't get startled if a shucky lookin' brunet comes in here lookin' for me." Thomas was great at making friends, Newt knew that from witnessing his first day in the Glade. Of course, Newt found him endearing, for the most part. The blond knew about life throwing curveballs though through the glade, the maze, the cranks, WCKD... All of it... He was starting to wonder if it was really worth it anymore again.

Newt's mouth opened as he was getting ready to explain what he meant by torch but Glenn seemed to catch on quick, and he closed it without a word, simply offering the stranger a tired smile. "We can check in here, and if she ain't here we can look outside the ship, there are people out there too." The seventeen year old fell almost deathly quiet for a moment as he readjusted his backpack onto his back, not pleased with how heavy it was now. His flashlight made a click noise as he turned it on, shining it at one of the dead bodies on the ground, luckily it was a guy.

"Can I ask ya what you remember last? Before this?"

He saw the want to smile on Daryl's face, but he said no more on it - feeling slightly embarrassed; but also amused with himself. It was probably a ridiculous thought, but one never knew what type of technology they might be dealing with. After all, if no one remembered. Then again, Glenn didn't want to think about what type of people they could be dealing with if they would invent technology which could probe through cloths. Why did his imagination have to get the best of him sometimes? He shook the thoughts, and let Daryl's words sink in.

"I'll come back with the group in the morning." Easy to step up and volunteer for that; it would bring him in close enough to keep looking for Maggie, and it would also serve as a distraction from his worry about her - if she never turned up. Maybe he should be hopeful she wouldn't? If she was safe, that was. Glenn tried to tug his mind away from those thoughts, not wanting them to turn dark. Maggie would be alive, he promised himself, no matter what. She was strong, she'd survive - and he and Daryl would find her if she was there to be found. Still, the possibility of the city ruins sounded interesting; it made him wonder what type of civilization was still around, if any. Were they the only life forms there, those who were just dropped down there?

"Thanks, Newt. It means a lot to me, man." He gave the other a smile, then tilted his head a little bit at the follow up. "A what lookin' guy?" Because he couldn't place that term, 'shucky'. He shook his head. "I'll look out for a brunet I don't know." Another smile which was more smirk than anything else; because he knew Daryl, and now this young guy. That was it, from all he'd seen so far. He was clutching to hope that more familiar faces would appear, but at the same time? Glenn wasn't sure what was going on, no one did, really - and he didn't want anyone else involved in something that could be from bad to worse. It would be bad enough that he and Daryl had to be there, same for everyone else that had been sent to.. wherever they were.

Glenn had taken the flashlight out then, and had clicked it on as well. For a second, he watched the young man's face - wondering if the guy was okay. The curiosity was soon voiced; concern lacing the words. "You alright, dude?" If he could be of service, he would; especially since this kid seemed helpful himself. A stranger showing concern was a good thing, and he had to return the favor.

"Before this?" He heard himself sigh; and he shook his head lightly, casting his eyes away along the seats that he could see in the beam of the flashlight. More people that had been given a sure-end; supplies taken since they wouldn't be of use to the really-dead anymore. "I do, yeah - but... it isn't anything you want to hear, honestly." Glenn cast the flashlight along the seats; so many were empty, and he was ready to move forward - but only after he knew if the guy didn't need help of his own.

Daryl would rather have Glenn in the city, because even if the city wasn't one Glenn knew, he was better at orientating in them than Daryl was and doing that whole mapping in his head thing. But he wasn't going to second guess his friend's decision, either. Glenn knew what he was doing and if he wanted to come back in the morning, then that's where he'd be better off. Where his head would be.

He just nodded, "I'll ask Bucky and Athena to check the city. There's lot of game in the area. I'll see about about setting up some traps and doing a little hunting. Knife ain't much, but I can peg a squirrel or five."

The more fresh meat they ate, the longer the non-perishables would last. And unlike the last time the'd been on the road, there was game around to catch. Not just dogs gone feral that they lucked out on having threaten them. Daryl would rather not have to barbecue any of those again any time soon.

[She looks him over while nodding. She understands the need to work with a sense of urgency. The sooner they can get everyone out and headed toward safety the better.]

I want to help.

[Her eyes look back to the wreckage.]

Meet me here in ten minutes.

[Likewise, the instant Stefan has dropped down to the ground below, the heady scent of blood that had been flooding his senses has already begun to diminish pretty substantially. It helped that the entrance to the drop ship hadn't exactly been parallel to the ground where they now stood. Looking behind him, it was clear that they were lucky to have survived at all given that it was obvious they'd crash landed here. It certainly explained the fatalities and injuries sustained by those still scrambling inside. And while he felt somewhat guilty for leaving without checking to see if he might be able to help some of the other survivors, Stefan knew better than to linger where the presence of human blood was sure to overwhelm him.

He looks back toward the man he'd followed out when Eric speaks to him again, thankful that they'd been close enough to the open door to vacate the twisted metal of the unfamiliar ship without any hassle. Any injuries that Stefan had sustained during their bumpy ride had long since healed over. He wasn't even sore, even if he probably should have been given everything they'd just been through.]

I'm all right. What about you?

[Shut up, he thought he was dead for seventy years and then brainwashed. Bucky is lucky hugging is all that's happening here. Eventually he will let him go. But don't think he's not going to have his eye on Bucky at all times now. Steve isn't good at people disappearing.]

And eventually they will see you too, and not the Winter Soldier. Just give it some time. [Ever the stubborn optimist.]

He'd nodded his head; eyes going back to the distance for a second. No, he did need to stick around and look for Maggie if he could; if other people were still waking up, or if anyone else came? He wanted to be on hand for as long as he could, when he could - but he couldn't lie and say the city wasn't tempting. Natural curiosity might soon get the better of him, all things considered; he just had to hang on to see if she arrived. And if she didn't? He'd weigh all of that in his mind later, when they knew more about what was going on. It might be a blessing that she wasn't there with them, what with the way they'd just been dropped there. Patched up or not, this didn't feel promising.

As far as hunting was concerned? Glenn's mind was along with Daryl's on the thoughts about the dogs. That wasn't an experience he wanted to repeat, either. "I'm glad to hear that about game, man." Was another soft nod, and a peek of a smile - then he turned to look back at the thing which had brought them to wherever they were. He ran a hand through his hair, making a face at it before he exhaled and glanced back at Daryl. "I'll go back in, get stuff out that hasn't been grabbed; I can probably get to a few places that others might not be able to..." How many times had he proven himself in tight squeezes?

"Just be careful," Daryl waved a hand, this time his tone was firm. Like he was giving an order. Since it wasn't a council situation and Rick wasn't there, Daryl was falling into his role of taking charge without much thought to it. Not that he really expected Glenn to not be careful, but habits died hard. And hell, Glenn could boss him around right back.

"I want us at those ruins by sun down. Don't get yourself stuck trying to get at nothing."

[Steve! Not in front of the kids! Hugging is more than sufficient.]

Give it time... We're liable to have plenty of that if we don't find out where we are and how to get back.

He gasps softly at the touch -- he's sure the stranger doesn't mean to, but his spine is toast right now and it hurts just to touch it. He leans into him and nods again, biting down hard on his lip.

"I'm Finn."

He hesitates a moment before nodding. "Yeah. Guess that's true." He pauses again. "How old are you?"

I... [Well that was an interesting question, actually, Eric pulls himself short, focusing momentarily on those injuries and trying to urge them along, calling on Spirit to make them work a little faster.] Well, physically speaking I imagine I'll be quite well in due course. Mentally speaking, however, I find myself suffering a bout of memory loss. [Which was incredibly worrying, when you took into account how important memory was to witches. He wasn't going to let himself get too stressed too quickly but it was both important and worrying. What had he been doing to end up in this vessel?]

[ she levels a look right back at him. ]

It isn't when knowing the details of where everyone on this ship comes from, why they might have ended up on this ship, might help us find out the reason why we're here and who is behind all of this.

[ she pauses, continuing with an emphasis on her words. ] And it's Padmé -- I already said it once. Would it be less personal to ask your name? [ since he hasn't actually offered it yet. ]

All right, Padmé. [ he drags her name out a tad more than necessary. ] I heard you the first time.

[ straightening, han leans against a wall, arms crossed over his chest. his jaw sets in a straight line. ]

I ran into a little Imperial trouble. Does that help?

[ after receiving so many death threats…this is cute. you're cute. :'> ]

Okay. [ han points behind them. ] Careful on the way out on that leg. You don't want to trip.

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