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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.
Robin | Teen Titans LATE TO THE PARTY
He comes to with an awful ache in his head that shoots all the way down his neck. He lets out something between a sigh and a groan; probably got caught on the wrong end during a fight, or something. He's not exactly sure who he was fighting, though. Or if he had been with his friends at all. His memory's awfully foggy.
When he opens his eyes, they grow wide behind the domino mask. This isn't home, or the Tower. It's not even Jump City.
There's bodies. Everywhere. They're lifeless, silent. Or, at least, a few are. Some are coming to, others are a little slower coming 'round. Every single person he's unfamiliar with, others looking like they came from a different planet entirely. His brow furrows and his aching brain tries to process everything together. What in the hell has happened?
A gloved hand rubs at his neck, grimacing at the dull ache. Robin really, really wants to get an idea of where they are, but everybody else's condition is a lot more important right now. Something about you catches his attention, and he approaches with a nod. ] You okay?
Fortunately we don't dock points for tardiness ;D
He was fussing with a damaged compartment when he jimmied it a little too strongly and pulled the whole thing down on him, straight out of the wall. He hissed at the bump on his head and for a moment, forgot which language was even the proper one in which to answer.]
Da--yeah.
[He brushes debris from his shoulders and gingerly touches a spot above his left eyebrow that was now dotted with blood. It would heal.]
What about you, kid?
THANK GOD please don't fail me. the dog ate my post...
Robin eyes the injury above the guy's head. He's not a doctor or anything by any means, but it didn't look too terribly bad. Maybe that's because it wasn't gushing everywhere. He was moving, he was talking, and for now that seemed to be good enough. At least until people could get a sense of where they were, or what was going on. ]
Been better, I guess. [ The same hand comes up to rub at his neck, rolling his head around a few times. ] I'm not sure what happened here, but it's not pretty, whatever it is.
[ That was putting it nicely. ]
I...don't remember what happened. [ Everything up until the last few minutes is blank. That's not a good sign, considering memory loss after unconsciousness could possibly hint at a concussion. And his head hurt enough to the point where he could believe that. ] ...Do you?
Likely story. I suppose we'll let it slide this once.
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?