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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.
Gwen Stacy (Spider-Woman) | Marvel Comics
[ She's in costume, so the moment everything stops shaking she'll stick to a wall and head to the cockpit, only to find the pilot dead. ] Damn.
Everyone else alright? Please be alright.
[ Next she starts checking on the other people in there. If someone's stuck she'll drop down and put that enhanced strength to work. ]
We need to get out of here. Usually this is the part where the crashed ship goes boom.
Nearing Civilization
[ Spider-Woman can be found up in the buildings, looking around at signs of further civilization. She's also internally pissed because she can't swing around here, and that seriously ruins her style. ]
Why do I get the feeling we're not gonna get cellphone reception here?
Out of the Suit
[ At some point does Gwen decides to change clothes, thanking whatever god let her carry her backpack over with her. It should be easier to get to know people while not wearing her costume anyway, right?
So she sets out to wander and see just who she runs into. There is no way this will backfire, nope. ]
Wildcard
nearing civilisation;
And what do you go by?
no subject
[ Who is way too good looking to get kidnapped, Gwen thinks. ]
Spider-Woman, at your service. Not that you seem to need much help.
no subject
Starfire. Do you need a lift?