TEST DRIVE MEME

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TEST DRIVE MEME

Welcome to the outsiders test drive meme! You can use this post to tag with characters you're interested in bringing to the game or who you'd like to try out in the setting.


Please set all threads in one of three areas: the landing zone, where your character get off the shuttle upon arrival; the markets, where your character might run into any of the station's alien population; or in the residential district they'll be staying in.

φ Please give the name and canon of your character in the subject line! OCs (including Mass Effect OCs) and AUs are welcome.
φ You may use threads from this post as a log sample, so long as it has at least 5 of your comments in action tags or prose.
φ If you app in later, you can keep CR from this meme if both players agree to it OOCly, and so long as you keep interactions to these starting areas.
φ Apps and reserves and are always open! Our next processing round runs from 4/20 through 4/26.
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LINA INVERSE | SLAYERS

[dragonswag]

[ Look, Lina doesn't ask for very much in life. A warm bed to sleep in at night, a nice, hot meal three times a day, access to all the magical lore she could possibly imagine and mountains upon mountains of gold -- that's not too much for a girl to wish for, is it? Honestly, she'll settle for the adventuring and the danger, since there's at least the promise of gold somewhere in there.

But being dumped in a grubby, dank station on some rock in space -- who puts things out in space? -- is not something she's willing to compromise over. Everyone here is rude, it's crowded, and it's dirty and ugh, it smells. For somebody used to being out in the open air all the time, the place has a stagnancy to it that Lina finds awfully unappealing, and although she's endlessly fascinated in the strange, light-based magic everyone seems to be using here, her interest is overshadowed with a strong sour note. And to top it all off, this place is a total freak show. There are humans here, too, but most of the people here look like hideous beastmen, or some kind of mass-produced chimeras or something. She really doesn't know what's up with that, but she wants to find out.

God, she hopes there aren't any fish people here.

Lina's curiosity might have actually gotten the best of her mood if it weren't for the fact that apparently her money is no good here. She has a purse full of perfectly good gold, and nobody here will take it! She doesn't exactly understand why anyone would rely on a currency system based on invisible money, but once she finds out about the omni-tool she figures it out pretty quickly. Only to discover that...she doesn't have a dime to her name in this world's currency.

And she is so hungry.

So if you see Lina getting into a fight with a few aliens over currency and food, don't be too surprised. ]

Re: LINA INVERSE | SLAYERS

[distortedscream]

[Starscream mentally went over his inventory as he flew around the station. His Energon rations were...less than ideal. Something had to be done about that, sooner rather than later. At least he could take some comfort in that he wasn't starving at this point, but there was no reason to ever let it get to that point (again).]

[He felt his curiosity prick at some commotion below on the ground, with some loud-mouthed human.]

i have no self control

[unchimerical]

[ Zelgadis probably hasn't been on omega for much longer than Lina, but after months on Sacrosanct, the environment here doesn't phase him by much. Except for how, you know, he expected to be back on the Red Plane, not rubbing elbows with a bunch of freaks in a shuttle landing on yet another space station thing.

He got over the disappointment surprisingly quickly; he practically has that down to an art. He's been strolling calmly through the market, taking in the setting, already sorting bits and pieces out, when a shrill and unmistakeable voice cuts through the noise. It's been a long time since he's heard Lina's screeching, but the sound still doesn't fail to raise all of his alert levels to dear-god-contain-it-before-the-fireballs-fly.

Still, there's a smirk on his face. Maybe this place won't be all that bad if Lina's around---given that she doesn't reduce it to rubble first. ]

Let it go, Lina. Gold might as well be coal here.

[ He comes up behind her and lays a hand on her shoulder, intending to untangle her from whatever argument she was getting into whether she liked it or not. ]

herb | mass effect oc [n7 destroyer] | markets

[multifrag]

[well. this isn't quite what he'd been expecting.

really, shouldn't omega's cuisine be something a little better than fried pyjack on a skewer? he's squinting under his helmet at the selections available and when the guy behind the counter asks if he wants anything, he has to decline.

everything here looks inedible, and not just because it isn't compatible with his digestive tract.]

How do people live on this stuff? [he has to wonder, amazement clear in his tone]

MAMA WHERE YOU BEEEEEEEN.

[techburst]

[you might be inspecting what everyone else on the station is eating, sir, but your fellow CO here is about to smack you.

because she's been looking for you for a couple of months now, and given the fact that she and zoe haven't been able to find you up until now? you bet you're going to get an earful.

stern-papa lineface is go.] Where the hell have you been?

[electricslash]

[ in sharp contrast to her sister, the very sight of herb is enough to propel one (1) shadow to throw herself towards him at full speed and fling her arms around him in a tight hug, completely ignoring the fact that he's still in armor. ]

Herb!!

oskar lauritz (oc - adept) | mass effect | residential district

[herradept]

[no one mind him. he's simply checking out the damage that's been done to the residential district during that pyjak/varren/fire fiasco.

not that he knows about that, but .. shh. don't look at him.

he's still in armor, wandering around with his helmet held at his side, letting out a low whistle as he takes in the burnt buildings and the general disarray of the station.] Scheiße .. the last time I was here, it didn't look this bad .. what the hell happened?

((ooc: just as a fair warning, he randomly slips into german without realizing it. it's just a thing that happens. sometimes.))

:3c

[forcehand]

[ Leila's not exactly sure how she wound up on a shuttle to Omega, but it makes her uneasy. As far as she knows, her team isn't anywhere near here, and that's what she doesn't like. She's a lot less concerned about her own well being, honestly -- she's a perfectly capable biotic, and she's in Alliance armor, and though that might not exactly endear her to the mercs, most of them will think twice before doing anything too stupid.

She's on alert for any of her team, in case they might be around here somewhere, so when she spots Alliance armor, she pays attention. It's...not one of her team, but she approaches him anyway, glancing around with a little frown. She hasn't come to Omega in a long time, but it does look pretty beat up. ]

Who knows. With mercenaries running the show, it's always a gamble.

quentin killough (oc - n7 paladin) | mass effect | markets

[omnishield]

[this is a paladin scoping out the markets.

this is a paladin, scoping out the markets and generally making a snarkish comment about everything he sees, because that's just how he operates and no one can stop him nya nya.

except he's stopping at a weapons shop, scrutinizing the mods being sold and offering a small laugh in the back of his throat.] Y'call that ultra-light pistol material? That's gonna make it heavier! Aye, I know you don't have to have a license to sell weapons on Omega, but at least have some pride in what you're offering!

[shut up, quentin.]

[electricslash]

[ and here is a shadow who'd just been passing by and overheard a voice that makes her stop right in her tracks and twist around, eyes going wide.

it's been months since she heard that voice, it's gotta be a trick, only there's no way she could mistake that armor for anyone else.

for as loud as zoe usually is, her voice comes out soft, almost disbelieving. ]

Q?

PVT. LEONARD CHURCH [ALPHA] | RED VS. BLUE | LANDING ZONE

[boomotherfucker]

What the fuck is going on?

[if one were to look at the source of the disturbance, one would find a very irritated combat drone. or one would assume it's irritated given the fact it's pulsing a bright white and flying around the area in what appears to be an agitated fashion, but that might be making too many assumptions.

maybe the fact it's swearing would be a giveaway though.]

Where the hell is this?! Are you fucking kidding me? Is this some kind of AI hell? Jesus Christ, I thought that fucking thing was just supposed to kill us!

[it finally seems to notice, of course, that it's... a drone. and not in a body. but able to move on it's own. and it finally stops. and tries... to look down at itself... and realizes it absolutely can't.]

What the fuck am I?! This is total bullshit! I knew this whole thing was a bad idea. I'm going to kill that motherfucker-

[it stops when it realizes a weird lizard-looking alien is staring at him, and if it had eyes, it would narrow them] The hell are you looking at?! This isn't a peep show! Keep moving, bug-eyes!

Re: PVT. LEONARD CHURCH [ALPHA] | RED VS. BLUE | LANDING ZONE

[articletwelve]

[ Doesn't matter how long it's been since he's heard that voice. Doesn't matter where it's coming from, either, or that it's loud enough that he hears it just going past the landing zone. There's never going to be a time he does't react.

It's not Epsilon. There's no question of that. For someone else, it might not have been so easy to tell the difference, but Wash isn't someone else.

He steps out into the zone, eyes settling on the drone, and tries to swallow the lump in his throat. ]

Alpha.

maj. leila barat | mass effect oc [adept] | markets

[forcehand]

[ Leila doesn't like this. She's supposed to be meeting her team back at the base, not wandering around Omega, of all places. That hadn't been the shuttle she'd originally boarded, she's sure of it. But this is where she is now, and she's making her way through the markets, looking to see if any of them might happen to be here, too. Her hopes aren't very high, though.

She's starting to consider a snack, though, so she can be found picking through the street food stalls in the markets, hoping to find something actually resembling food. ]

[techburst]

[she knows what it means to be looking for your team and not know where they are - and though she can't tell exactly that's what's going on here, she can tell that the other woman looks a bit out of place.

when she approaches, she does so with caution. she's in her armor, but minus the helmet, because she's gotten used to roaming around in it and nothing else.] Nothing worth eating here, I can tell you that right now.

[she offers it with a small smile, of course.]

lightning | final fantasy xiii | markets

[hauteclaire]

[ He's not here, either.

Truth be told, Lightning's not really sure where here is. The important thing was that when the elevator doors opened, it hadn't been on Palumpolum, and she'd been alone.

She doesn't know if Hope's even here. Everyone who'd been dumped out of those shuttles looked just as lost as she'd felt. But if he is, she's going to find him.

She doesn't think about the alternative.

So for now, she goes from one stall to the next, looking for any sign of the kid, trying to find someone who looks like they've got a clue. ]

Re: lightning | final fantasy xiii | markets

[distortedscream]

[The wonders of an aerial view--flying in jet mode, Starscream saw a human wander about.]

You look lost.

[He bluntly called down to her.]

ankh | kamen rider ooo | landing zone

[birdofavarice]

[There's a very strange looking Japanese man perched on top of a shipping crate, staring down at the people passing by. Of course, Ankh always had to be the one to pick the highest spot possible to look over his surroundings. It was one of the bird-like instincts that persisted even though he had taken on a human form. Now, being here, he couldn't even remember what he had been doing before he had arrived. Thankfully, the detective's body had stayed intact and come with him. Traveling around as nothing more than an arm in a place like this didn't seem as though it would be easy.

Leaning forward, Ankh kept his eyes on the crowd, hoping that Eiji would somehow appear from nowhere. Where was that idiot when he actually needed him?! There was a sour expression on his face the entire time he studied anyone walking past. Everything about this was starting to piss him off. The person responsible wouldn't be let off so easily, once he found them. He had more important things to do.]

Falco Lombardi | Star Fox 64 | LANDING ZONE

[game_over_pal]

[Falco wasn't entirely sure how he'd managed to end up in this shit hole, especially considering he was pretty damn certain he had boarded the goddamn Great Fox and not a transport to ~mystery asteroid wonderland~. There were a couple things he was sure of, though, like how pissed off he was and how confusing this shit is. Oh, and he was vaguely aware of the fact that his team and their ships apparently weren't here with him. No ships means no flying. No flying means cranky bird. Cranky bird means bad decisions, like picking a fight with that huge reptilian looking critter over there near the landing zone.]

Look pal, I don't care if you're a turtle or a giant crab or whatever! I ain't leavin' until I get some answers, and I'm gonna get 'em from you, got it!?

[He's been arguing with this krogan for a few minutes now. Gather around folks, there might be an awesome bloody show or something.]

REDHEAD AHOY

[fervidity]

Hey!

[falco i'm sorry

Kushina is ambling over because, believe it or not, he's the only thing that looks somewhat NORMAL to Kushina. Talking animal? Must be a summon and that means there must be a ninja for her to talk to. Hopefully, someone from Konoha.

She gets in the middle of this argument, not scared of the krogan in the LEAST.]

You should talk to your summons master instead, since they're the ones that brought you here! I need to talk to someone that can make some sense, so we should look together. What does he look like? What village is he from?

daiki kaitou | kamen rider decade | markets

[gazza_ladra]

[Out of anyone who had suddenly arrived on Omega from another world, Kaitou was probably handling it better than anyone. After all, world-hopping was a skill he'd had for quite awhile. Being dumped into a mysterious place wasn't anything new to him, even after Tsukasa had gone through the trouble of creating a huge war and causing far too many casualties to count. That was in the past, at least, but it hadn't stopped him from wandering aimlessly between worlds.

After all, there was treasure to be found.

Which was exactly what Kaitou had taken to doing as soon as he'd arrived. The concept of being unable to leave hadn't occurred to him yet. Right now, he was far more focused on observing people and the different races, as well as the extra-special unique items he could take home with him.

For now, he'd settled for swiping an access card from one of the batarians, reading it as he continued on. While the technology here was a bit above his head, Kaitou was sure he'd find a use for it.]

loki | mcu | markets | ota c:

[notodinson]

[ everyone is probably too busy with their own business to notice the man in battle-scarred light armor, arriving at the very entrance to the markets, eyes narrowed in suspicion.

loki was raised in asgard, and despite his appearance, has seen some alien culture. nothing quite like this, though, and in his battle-worn state, he's not sure he wants to try negotiating with any of it.

still, that doesn't mean he hasn't been trained to act a certain way. he needs to find a back alley to recover in, or better yet, a room. so he straightens his shoulders, lifts his chin up, and weaves - or shoulders - his way through a crowd of batarian until he finds someone that might answer his questions. ]

You. Would you be so kind as to answer a weary wanderer's questions?

YES (and this is a mirrorverse scream)

[distortedscream]

[At the voice, the question, Starscream realized the shadows of the end of the alley he'd been idling away in with a pilfered data pad might've masked his appearance too well. A glance at the stranger's armor didn't reassure he would not be startled by his appearance--the armor looked historical by human standards, from a time before humans considered the concept of 'robots.' Still, if the stranger didn't startle, and if Starscream kept to the shadows, he could try to assist him. He looked lost. And a bit battered. And much more composed than Starscream had been when he'd first been dumped here.]

I will do my best. I'm rather new here myself, but you look like you've just arrived.

agent texas | fuschia versus aquamarine | landing pad | ota

[mineisbigger]

[ kidnapping was a new low for the freelancer program. at least, that was the only reasonable explanation she could come up with. one moment, she'd been preparing to board the pelican, the next, she was in a different vehicle altogether.

a vehicle full of aliens, ones she hadn't seen before and had no data on, but that didn't mean much, in a sim. it was already pissing her off, just being here. usually she had a short brief, but not this time.

so instead, she stalked over to the first person who looked like they might be answer her questions, raising a hand to try to shove their shoulder. ]

Spit it out, buddy. Where the hell am I, and what the hell do I need to do to get out of here?

8)

[neverknocks]

[ Okay, York isn't expecting somebody to shove her, and she turns to smack the person's hand away, but then she sees that armor and her eyes go wide, because -- what? No way. ]

Whoa -- Jesus, Tex? Is that you?

eames || inception

[paisleythief]

[ Well, isn't this familiar- the space suits, the heavy bolts of the ship, the vague but pervasive sense of disoriented malaise. Its like recognizing your own presence in a reoccurring nightmare, only this time you've been cast as supporting staff in place of the usual starring role.

( He's been there, done that, woke up and strangely enough, didn't feel any better- fuck you very much to everyone involved. )

Where the others waste time gawping at the landing zone, Eames beats a hasty retreat as soon as they dock, intent to look like a native with a purpose and not what he actually is: fresh meat. He walks with his hands in his pockets, following the general flow of traffic, until he eventually he finds himself in the markets. Weaving his way from the side lines into the thick of it, Eames absorbs as much as he can from the locale- the typical attire (not Havana chic, Eames is sad to report), the friendly exclamation of a pair seemingly reunited, the begrudging haggling some stalls seem to tolerate. He observes until his curiosity gets the better of him, wanting to see how goods are bartered as he has yet to see a monetary transaction take place.

Generally Eames wouldn't steal from the locals before he'd gotten the lay of the land, as it were. But, as inadvisable as the decision may be, especially given how the stunning majority of them seem to be alien in either appearance or demeanor- needs are as needs must, and Eames' pockets are worryingly empty.

He'll at least keep his sticky fingers away from anything too obviously alien... ]

well hello there sir 8)

[neverknocks]

[ Eames is doing a pretty good job of blending in with the crowd, honestly, of looking like he belongs there, and York very nearly misses him entirely -- but she catches a glimpse of his face and it's just familiar enough to register with her. After all, he'd left an impression.

So she goes after him, trying to get his attention, because Arthur is definitely going to want to know he's here. ]

Eames! Shit, man, is that really you?

[ Of course, there's always the chance that this Eames has never met her, that this isn't the Eames they'd met on Sacrosanct -- in fact, the odds are overwhelming -- but hey, she'll find out in a minute. ]

tobias | animorphs

[timetravelresetbaby]

[WOW YOU KNOW WHAT BLOWS]

[CEILINGS]

[FUCK SPACE STATIONS Y'ALL WHOSE IDEA WAS THIS]

[tobias is telling himself he's GETTING THE MEASURE OF THIS SITUATION FROM A VANTAGE POINT (ie perched on something high) (not as high as is ideal) (nothing here is as high as is ideal) but actually he's just kind of sulking]

[shutupmarco]

There's a lot of weird stuff on Omega, weird even for Rachel, but weirder still is a single bird of prey perched up somewhere in the station, because it definitely doesn't look like it belongs here. And it definitely looks familiar. She peers up at him, knowing that a hawk's good hearing will be able to pick up on her voice even from a distance.

"Tobias? Is that you?"

Gentarou Kisaragi | Kamen Rider Fourze | Landing Zone

[mr_friendship]

"I-itai..."

Well. That had been unpleasant. Granted, there couldn't really be a 'good' outcome when one jumps off a bridge. Still, Gentarou was a good 98% sure that he was jumping into a stream and not the unpleasant iron grating that was digging into his now prone form. Closing his eyes he took himself back over the last several minutes. He had been walking to school... he'd seen the one girl give a guy a love letter.... the guy had thrown it over the bridge and it had floated down towards the stream underneath...

No, without a doubt that was what happened. He had leapt for it, managing to catch it only when his feet had hit the wat...er...

But there was no water. That was definitely a metal grate against his cheek and not the chill of rushing water. Opening an eye, Gentarou looked toward his outstretched right hand. A thin, white envelope was held there, damp and crumpled.

Flipping over to his back, Gentarou made a face at the window above. Had it been a dream? Had he just imagi------

"U....chuu....?" He had squinted towards the ceiling, but the small dots of light hadn't faded from the endless expanse of black. Was it really...?

Jumping quickly to his feet, Gentarou rushed to the window, plastering his face against it like a little kid. "Uchuu kitaaa!!"

i hate you and your stupid face. ;__;

[mathemagician]

Passing by the landing zone every day in the hopes of seeing someone he recognized was a hope Kengo had given up on a long time ago. After all, by now he had been on Omega for two months with only one familiar arrival. While he had met up with Ryusei, it was difficult to spend so much time watching the shuttles and waiting for another familiar face. All he could do was check the network and keep word going that he was looking for certain people. By now, he'd given up almost all hope of seeing Gentarou again. There had been no more news of the dead returning to life, other than the initial message he'd heard shortly after arriving. Maybe that had been a lie, but Ryusei had been taken from a time separate from him. ... maybe he would be lucky enough for something like that to happen, but he doubted it.

Today happened to be one of the days where he passed through the landing zone on his way home from work, feeling even more tired than usual. The events of the last few weeks were really taking their toll on him. There was too much to think about or worry about. All he wanted to do anymore was sleep and avoid dealing with it, but it was something he knew he couldn't do.

Kengo kept one hand in his pocket as he walked, head down and watching the ground. The only thing that snapped him out of it was when he heard the all-too-familiar exclamation, his attention immediately snapping to the direction of the voice. No... He had to have imagined it...

Except... the source of the voice was standing a few yards away, the appearance so familiar that it made Kengo's stomach twist. It couldn't be real. This couldn't be happening. As much as he'd wanted to see him again -- how much he'd tried to keep his hope alive since arriving -- Kengo had no idea how he was going to deal with finally seeing his friend again.

"Kisaragi..." Kengo could already feel his body shaking, tears in his eyes. It had to be a lie. He'd seen his friend die, held his body and felt how cold he was. This had to be some sort of trick... But he couldn't even move to approach the other yet, his mind still trying to process what was going on.

Souji Rippukan | Zyuden Sentai Kyoryuger | Landing Zone

[zangeki_no_yusha]

'Yorkland-san... you spiked my tea, didn't you?' Souji thought to himself bitterly, pursing his lips in a near pout. His head did indeed feel fuzzy, though it wasn't the comforting warmth that came from drinking a little too much sake. More like, Souji felt as though he had abruptly climbed Tokyo Tower, or the Sky Tree. Regardless, he didn't like the feeling, lifting his free hand to rub at his forehead.

Ian. He would pay for this.

There was no proof, of course, that it had been the European's fault. Still, Souji could hardly see any of his other teammates having a little fun at his expense. No. It was definitely Ian.

Clasping his sword tightly in one hand, Souji lowered the other to take in his surroundings, frowning to himself as he did so. Had he been so drunk that he took the train to some unknown station? Even so, this didn't look like any part of Tokyo he had seen. And these people...?

"Exactly how drunk am I....?"

Hiromu Sakurada | Tokumei Sentai Go-Busters | Markets

[cheetah_rider]

Another day in this strange place. Though it had only been two weeks since his arrival, Hiromu could map out the area in his mind. He had already memorized the fastest routes to all major areas. Minimized effort to maximize efficiency. Having done so much reconnaissance work with the Go-Buster team, it was hardly a chore, even without Nick and the other's help. He smiled to himself, a little bitterly. Maybe it was good Nick wasn't around. He would be more of a hindrance, getting lost all the time. Besides, there was no enetron to be found here...

It still boggled his mind that he had ended up in space of all places. Even if this was some strange new technology - or some trick of the Vaglass, it would only make sense that this would be a form of alternate reality, much like hyperspace. But Hiromu had disproved that idea upon his arrival. Not only could he not use the anti-virus to warp himself back to Tokyo - none of his communication systems were online. He had been completely cut off from base... and from his team.

Setting his mouth in it's usual frown, Hiromu glared out into the crowd of miss-matched oddities. There was no point in dwelling on it. Until a solution presented itself, he would let headquarters deal with it. Besides, there was plenty of work to be found here.

Yoo Jung In | Vampire Prosecutor | Residential District

[faintly_drawn_melon]

Jung In cursed under her breath as the safety-pinned strap to her purse broke for the third time in as many days. The small bag tumbled from her arms to the floor, spilling half the contents into the dimly lit hallway. Quickly she bent over to retrieve them, not concerned with how high her skirt was riding up in the process. She had learned early on to watch her possessions closely in this strange place.

Reaching for each item she haphazardly tossed them back into the small bag, frowning in thought. Min Tae Yeon... What was he doing now? She couldn't be sure of the time, but it felt like night. Would he be asleep? Or was the team working on a case? Ah~, but she would love to see them now, scrambling around. They wouldn't know what to do without her - would be completely lost.

'More like I'm the one who's lost...' she thought unwillingly before shaking her head and carefully climbing to her feet. Stop that right now, Yoo Jung In. You've faced down criminals. Rapists. Murderers. This is nothing.

Taking a deep breath, Jung In clutched her bag to her chest, returning the stares she was getting with a glare of her own. Maybe it was time to get a new bag after all.

Natsuji Kijima | Kamen Rider Fourze | Landing Zone

[your_soul_to_take]

In a shaded corner not overly far from where the new arrivals were stepping off shuttles sat a seventeen year-old Japanese boy with a secretive smirk on his face. In his hand was a small paper fan, plain in it's design which he flipped open and closed at intervals. The fan's progress didn't seem to matter much to him, however, his eyes never wavering from the landing area.

It was their faces. Their faces never ceased to amuse him. Though each individual was unique in his or her own way, the pattern was constant. The expressions where always one of the same group: confusion, fear, and anger.

Why am I here? What's going to happen to me? Who did this to me?

Merely looking at their faces spoke troves as to what each person was thinking. So transparent. So weak. He flipped open his fan again, allowing it to perform a sweeping motion before closing it once more and tapping the edge against his chin. His eyes rested on a young man, hardly over twenty by the looks of it, who was shaking so horrifically that he was surprised the grating wasn't rattling. What a cute sheep.

The new-comer looked this way and that, confusion tinged with fear etched on his face. The Japanese boy smirked to himself, casually getting to his feet and adjusting his scarf. Don't worry, Lambchop. Your shepard is coming.

Practically skipping from the corner, the boy placed himself in the others path. "Hello~," he smiled casually, almost friendly. "You're new here, right?" he asked. Cast the line... "My name is Natsuji - I arrived here a few weeks ago." Set the bait. "No, I don't know how it happened either." Wait for a bite. "Ah? Of course. This can be a dangerous place when you're alone. I think I can help you, though, if you're interested." Reel in the catch.

Wish upon a star... and have a nightmare come true~.

Smirking to himself, Kijima Natsuji placed an arm around the comforted man. And thus, another Zodiarts will be born.

Shintarou Gotou | Kamen Rider OOO | Residential District

[specialdelivery]

"Excuse me," Gotou sighed, pressing his body through a small group of people crowded at the end of a hallway, his hands above his head. Held within his up reached hands was a small delivery box, carefully closed and tied as to ensure it's safety. Once out of the fray, Shintarou returned the box to it's former position against his chest, moving quickly through the remaining trickle of residents.

'I can't believe I'm doing this again,' he mused, glaring down at the package. Having worked for the Kougami Foundation for several years he had thought he had become used to the 'delivery boy' antic. It had been his decision, after all, to leave the police force in favor of 'something with deeper meaning.'

He had no idea at the time that deeper meaning had in fact meant yellow cake with butter cream icing. Things had gotten better, however. He had even gotten the BIRTH system....

... but then this had happened. And where did that put him? Back to running deliveries. Sighing, Gotou came to a stop in front of a small door, rapping on the frame twice. "Food delivery!"

legion | mass effect

[thishousedivided]

[Geth do not sleep. Geth do not sleep, they do not dream. They wait, they analyze. They learn. And yet...

Or perhaps "they" isn't as appropriate as it once was. Data is missing from its servers, memory packets that have either been scrubbed, cleaned, lost, it doesn't know-- but it does "remember" Shepard, a Reaper, Tali'Zorah, self-actualizing. It "remembers" these things very clearly (how can it not? it has it all recorded), the things before it, and it also "remembers" Omega. Right down to the exact count of the populace. The in-between is where it gets... well, for lack of a better word, dark. And there is no multitude there to at least partially piece together how it went from Rannoch, to the landing zone on Omega. There's nothing but complete darkness. No static, no fragments. Just nothing. Ah, the draw back of true consciousness. Which is something to think over. There is so much that is so new.

So many things that mere labels can't describe yet; it doesn't know how to label them.

Some of which is more confusing that Legion could ever comprehend in that moment, surveying everything around it more out of a sense of curiosity. There was definitely something very wrong with this entire situation.

It'll get around to figuring itself out more later.

When Legion wasn't particularly busy being a road block. Sorry about that.]

legion!! :D

[shutupmarco]

[ All right, Rachel's finally getting used to this place. This...weird, weird, freaky, gross and also did she mention weird place. But she's slowly growing accustomed to it, getting used to the faces of the aliens she sees every day.

What she is not used to is geth. Geth, she has no experience with. All she sees is a big robot-looking thing, in the middle of the road, and it's not moving.

Rachel comes to a halt in front of it, giving it a curious look. It could be dangerous, but it's not like that's ever stopped her. She waves a hand in front of it, peering up at it. ]

Uh...hello? Is this thing on?