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.
φ You can find more information on our setting here, and our navigation is here!

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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. ]

[paisleythief]

[ As it happens, his hands are in his own pockets when his name rings out across the crowd, a hot knife through the butter of the general commotion of many people packed into a small space. Realistically, no one should know his name, doubly so if this is a dream, but a weapon fails to manifest on Eames' right hip, which is becoming uncomfortably commonplace, even if the situations he finds himself in are increasingly less so.

It takes him a second to recognize her, sidestepping a large blue- man? No, scratch that. Alien. Definitely an alien. ]

York, what a pleasure. [ Eames smiles and reaches a hand out to her when they're close enough, ready either to shake York's hand or pull her in for a friendly pat on the shoulder, whichever she seems more amenable to. Last time they saw each other, Eames was lying in a hospital bed recovering from what should have been a life threatening wound; but he understands that most well adjusted people don't usually use battle scars- mental battle scars, at that- to gauge personal and professional boundaries. ] You're becoming one of the usual suspects, I'll have you know.

[neverknocks]

[ York's pretty friendly in general, especially with people she likes, and she goes right in for the pat on the shoulder, giving him one in turn with a broad grin on her face. Man, she's glad he's here. Somebody like Eames -- especially based on what she knows about him and what he does now -- would be pretty handy to have in a place like this. And he's fun to drink with. ]

Yeah? Well, I'm gonna take that as a compliment. Christ, it's good to see you. You just get here?