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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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Even if they haven't. [ Back to the bag at hand, she takes out a pill bottle (one of many so far) and frowns at it. She still isn't sure what "aspirin" is. ] You'd think, but that depends on what they want. Throw down a few knives among many, see who kills one another for them. It could be that.
[ She does look up briefly to quirk an eyebrow at him. ]
What possible use would any of us have for a whistle?
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Not that he'd be able to talk down, like, a man-eating panther or anything, given their current locale. The trees and the bushes and everything is sort of familiar in a way it hasn't been in a long time. He feels like this is the kind of shit he saw in movies and TV when he was a kid. He decides it's best to keep that little revelation to himself. ]
The whistle is for drawing attention. Like-- [ He whistles. ] "Mayday, mayday, I'm being attacked, and they didn't give me a friggin' knife to defend myself."
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Is that your way of telling me to come save you when I hear you doing that?
[ Because Peter is clearly going to need saving at some point. From nature, probably. ]
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This 100% unimpressed look?
because he's doing it really hard. ]
Thanks, but no thanks. I can take care of myself.
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Of course. I'll be sure to ignore any cries for help you may give later on down the line.
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Now I know you're messin' with me. I know how much you like to impress me by being a badass.
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[ Okay, now he's just going to get a skeptical look. ]
You must have hit your head in the crash, because you're speaking nonsense now.
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Lemme rephrase, then.
I know how much you like being a badass, full stop. [ He smiles brightly. ] Better?