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JANUARY TEST DRIVE MEME
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.
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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Uh. Yeah? [ Wait. ] Are you used to people not knowing? Because if so, that sounds kind of like a bummer. I can't imagine a world void of awesome Star Trek references.
[ Or void of pop culture references in general, actually. Those would definitely be some dark days. Little does she realize she might be heading into them soon. ]
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[ quill, calm down
He heaves out a breath, collecting himself. Apparently the summation of his thoughts leads him to asking, ]
You're from Earth? [ She looks human enough, that's for sure. ] Or-- I dunno. Been to Earth, at least?
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[ That's a complete lie with her knowledge of the Makai. Still, she didn't know there was somewhere other than earth - the Ningenkai - for humans. ]
But there is, huh? [ If he's asking her that, anyway. He almost seems... surprised by the possibility. It makes her wonder. What happened to his earth? ]
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[ He gestures vaguely to the ship they've just stepped out of -- sturdy, once, with thick paneling and heavy duty engines. The kind of ship meant for moving in and out of atmospheres. ]
If that's any indicator, we just came from some place off-world, you know?
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[ That is totally a space ship. Of all the things that could have happened today, crashing into a (probably) alien planet was not one that crossed her mind. She didn't think anything would have happened today, actually, but that's another story for another time. ]
I mean. You'd probably know more about that than I would, from the sounds of it. I've been stuck on earth my whole life. [ Is a lie by omission really a lie? ] But this is exciting! I just wish I could remember why I was on a space ship. My life was cool for once and I don't even know how it happened!
[ She's certainly taking this all in stride. ]
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I've been around, sure. [ In more ways than one, giggity. ] I still have no clue what the hell's going on, though. No idea where we came from or where we are or--
[ He takes a look at the trees, as if seeing them for the first time, and he stops. He peers at them critically; they're familiar in a way things haven't been for twenty-six years. ]
... Is it just me, or do those kind of look like trees on Earth?
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Uhm, yeah. Those look like regular 'ol earth trees to me.
[ She isn't quite sure what she was expecting, honestly, when it came to the foliage. Maybe something more... odd if this was an alien planet. Though that begs the question: Could they just be on another part of her world(s)? ]
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[ He peers at them again, head tilted to one side. They're Terran-esque, sure, but-- ]
Correction: mutated Terran trees.
[ Since they're a little different. Maybe he's just talking out of his ass, though, and they're not Terran at all? He shakes himself, peering through the copse of trees before deciding on a direction -- which, incidentally, is the same way almost everyone else is going. ]
This way seems like our best bet.
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Onward, to the trail we blaze! [ Insert dramatic point towards the direction that they (and everyone else) seems to be heading. She starts towards the jungle again and as she's walking does something... perhaps unexpected.
Most people probably wouldn't also bust out into song in this moment. But most people aren't Rose. ]
Look out new world here we come! Brave, intrepid and then some. Pioneers of maximum! Audacity whose resumes show that we are just the team to live where others merely dream, building up a head of steam... On the trail we blaze!