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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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Groot's never been in the aftermath of a crash like this, much less with a bunch of strangers milling around. If his friends were around, he would at least know to keep them all together and make sure there were all right until they decided on a plan. Does he check on the other survivors? What about the ones that didn't survive?
Luckily (or unluckily???), someone makes his decision for him. A little Terran woman has tied up her hair and gone marching into the jungle by herself. He's not sure, but that could very well be A Bad Idea.
Even with his massive gait, she has quite a head start. She'll be able to hear him coming though, what with all the rustling leaves and cracking twigs. A walking tree in the middle of a forest is still, well. A walking tree. ]
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The sounds become louder, closer and Rose whirls around to see what she might have to face. She wasn't expecting, uh. A tree?
Wait. What.
Is that - The trees are alive here?! That is so cool. There were some flora yokai but they usually took on humanoid shape similar to her. She's never seen an actual plant that appears to be sentient. ]
Woah, [ she breathes out, eyes wide in awe as a grin splits her face. It (him? her?) hopefully isn't hostile. She imagines it would have attacked by now if that was the case but, as it is, she's kind of a sitting target. ]
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In his experience, Terrans have one of two reactions to him. The first is like Quill's - annoyance at his limited vocal vocabulary, but generally unfazed. The second is terrified screaming, but he doesn't like to think about that one too much. Like just about everything else so far, that wide-eyed joyful awe is a new one. It's wonderful and warm and brings a smile to his face, but it's probably better to see if the terrified screaming is a delayed reaction.
Groot raises a hand and waves. ]
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Soon as he raises his hand, she snaps back into the moment. The awe doesn't quite leave her but it's certainly more subdued than before. She returns the wave enthusiastically before stepping a few paces closer to Groot. The woman gives him another look over before deciding to try and communicate. ]
Hi! My name's Rose. Who are you?