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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.
Zhao Yun | Rampage
[ A metal cavern. He is inside a metal cavern, and without his swords. Being in a strange place - double up strange because the surroundings were so confusing in their unfamiliarity. It makes him very uneasy and wary.
But while he might be disoriented, he's going to search for some for some form of weapon that he might be ale to use. While he does though, he stops to see if the people who have been crushed in any way are alive or dead. All the while he's both silent and light on his feet, not even showing a change in expression as he comes across corpses. ]
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[ At least forests like this one is not unfamiliar to him. Up until now he's been incredibly tense, but upon seeing something that's not entirely stranger, much of the tension disappears out of his shoulders. That doesn't mean that he lets his guard down, though. He has found a long knife that he's stuck into his belt, but he also wants something that can work as a replacement for his long swords, so first thing he does is search for any branches thick and long and straight enough that he might be able to cut down. ]
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Are you collecting firewood?
[She's curious about how proactive the others here are. She thinks that fire is important in any survival situation so to have someone potentially thinking about it is a relief.]
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..No. Not yet.
[ He would do that later. Making a fire isn't hard, as long as you had some dry wood. ]