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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.
nope. here to stay, baby! <3
It was so warm; so Alice. It set the illusion a little more into reality - if it even was an illusion. For just the moment, he wasn't thinking about any of the risks -- the potential dangers. She always did manage to lower his guard, didn't she?
Feeling her in his arms... It was enough to lower it even more. The feeling drew him in even more, filling him with every desire to never let go, ever again. She was there... She was alive... And he was determined to keep her that way, no matter what he had to do. It was his turn to protect her life, ensuring it was never threatened. Nobody would take his woman away, without having to literally go through him first...
Briefly, his hold firmed as he quietly drew in her scent, familiarizing himself with her warmth all over again. One hand lifted to briefly rest on her head as he pulled away. Unbidden, came the flash of memory of-...the train. He had to work to keep his expression steady as he shook his head, "Nah, I'm just fine!"
He was forcing himself to sound as casual as possible, doing everything to keep his voice from being unsteady. Funny how it was anything but that, considering how it sounded to him, "What about you, though? You, uh... feeling okay?"