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 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 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 open on 1/27; the game opens 2/2.
φ You can find more information on our setting here, and our navigation is here!

Comments

[calibrating]

There's using your expertise, and then there's not caring who it goes to.

[Garrus taps the bottom of his glass, more of a means to give his hands something to do than anything else]

Acting as a bodyguard and protecting a slaver are two completely different things. The former's a job, the latter's a crime.

But that's just my opinion, of course.

[neverknocks]

Hey, hey, relax. I've got limits too, y'know. It's a pick the lesser evil game, I get it. I just wanna get by, I'm not lookin' to ruin anyone's day around here.

[ Everyone knows there's no such thing as a victimless crime, but York -- well, she doesn't have too much trouble seeing things in a different light. Her morality might have a healthy bend to it, but even she's got principles. ]

I'm just curious as to why you're so keen on making sure I don't. 'Cause I'm crazy anyway, right?

[ And she gives him a total shit-eating grin, sure and knowing, because come now, Garrus. Do you really still believe she's crazy. ]

np, it happens.. /kicks notifs for you!

[bladedance]

[Chuckle away, man. She's used to it. But she nods along with his explanation - doesn't even so much as blink when he mentions illegal activity (because meh, been there). No, she's having trouble with the there-are-other-space-stations part...]

Uhh... New Hold. The station. In... orbit. Wait, so where are you from?

[seasaltkeys]

[Roxas had his sleeve up to his nose, glad that he was still wearing his cloak.]

Did we find a sewer or something? Gross.

[cosmosic]

This whole place reminds me of a sewer, if you ask me.

[But it does smell especially stinky over here for reasons not yet known to man. Maybe there were just hot spots...]

[seasaltkeys]

I don't think we want to go down there. That's probably the worst bit.

[cosmosic]

[She's starting to lose her cool.]

Ugh! I just want to find a map of this place!

[calibrating]

Depends-- are you sure I'm not asking because I think you're crazy?

[He accentuates the line with a knowing smirk, although behind his (literal) mask, his eyes narrow ever so slightly. He doesn't know York and, as charming as she is, he wants to be sure she's not trouble with a sugar coating. He didn't do all that work on Omega all those years ago, however good that actually did, just to undo it all with his own hands. Not further than he already has]

[neverknocks]

[ York actually lets out a short laugh at that. You're funny, Garrus. ]

Either way, you're awful concerned about a total stranger. Not sayin' I couldn't do some damage if I wanted to, but...

[ And she shrugs in a way most suggestive of "I don't give a shit" possible. ]

It's not really my thing. Now what I'm really curious about is how crazy do you think I am now?

[chose]

[what's that saying? oh yeah: good feeling's gone.

she backs off, hands in the air, but she's pissed.]

Dammit, Garrus, it's me. What the hell. Look, I don't know why nobody seems to remember my face, but here-

[she's fiddling with her omni-tool, perhaps a little more forcefully than necessary. the only electronic close enough that matters is a door, so Shepard shoves her arm at it, staring defiantly at Garrus as the security reads off her credentials: Commander Raquel Shepard, Earth Systems Alliance Navy, Council Spectre, aaaaaaand etcetra.

when it's finished rattling off all that official and dry nonsense, she seems mollified, even a bit apologetic.]

I know things are crazy right now. Nobody else seems to recognize me, either. [the look on her face as she runs a hand through her hair says enough about how she feels about that.] But it's really me.

[seasaltkeys]

I thought I saw a marketplace down one of the streets. We could try there, Ino?

[cosmosic]

Why didn't you say so!

[Markets were bound to have SOMETHING useful. And be less stinky, this is important and cheers her up a little.]

Lead the way.

[calibrating]

That would be telling.

Actually, if you're feeling particularly crazy, go ahead and ask around about Archangel. You'll probably get a good feeling why I'm asking a few questions.

[calibrating]

[Garrus' mandibles clamp tightly against the sides of his face, hiding the rows of razor sharp teeth, yet managing to make him seem far more ferocious than his nature allowed. Her name is wrong. Her appearance is wrong. But there's so much about her-- the way she carries herself, that temper, her voice (credentials meant nothing to him, he'd seen them faked so many times before)--]

[--he can't deny that she's Shepard. He just can't. Over their years together, intimate and otherwise, he'd grown to know her so well that he couldn't deny that possibility. Not with the evidence mounting around him and the panic that rolled off these other arrivals in droves. All he can do, and it's really to make himself feel better in a fit of petty childishness, is respond to her in a cold voice]

You are not my commander.

[neverknocks]

Yeah, 'cause givin' me a straight answer would be way too much work.

[ WOULD THAT REALLY BE SO HARD GARRUS. She rolls her eyes a little, mostly to herself, but it's not like she can't still find the whole situation kind of funny. It's just so absurd. ]

[calibrating]

Just think of me as that mysterious sage mentor type.

Hell, I can even throw in a cryptic riddle or two if it'll help. Free of charge.

[chose]

[she looks at the door and back to Steve]

Let me guess. No omni-tool.

[summoning her own into light, she sweeps it in front of the door, which ceases its incessant opening and closing, and makes the pleasing series of blips indicating it now being locked.]

You came off the shuttles, didn't you?

[neverknocks]

And you think I'm crazy.

[ She lets out a snort, shaking her head. York doesn't know if all turians are this weird or if Garrus is just special, but either way, it's bizarre. ]

You're a funny guy, Garrus. So how can I keep in touch with you? Assuming, y'know, I'm not dead this time tomorrow.

well i hope this is less shitty than i think it is but my brain's breaking over this damn tag

[chose]

[if almost anyone else had said that, they would never have seen just what a blow that statement is. with anyone else, Shepard would still have enough to control; she wouldn't let herself looked as sucker-punched as she does.

but this is Garrus. so, what control?]


You really don't recognize me.


[it's not a question.

sure, credentials can be faked. easily. there's proof enough of that with those stupid illegal Shepard VIs running around. but she'd been sure there would just be...something that would convince him--]

she won't give up. she can't. she needs him to believe.

Shepard's passion and voice both starts rising again, but this time there's an edge that's less anger and more...]

Vigil. Saren, Harbinger, Sidonis, Menae, Rannoch-- We went through all of that together, like we promised we always would.

[...desperation.]

You and Tali stuck with me even when I was working with Cerberus, never mind the rest of the insane crap we found ourselves in! I really could have been altered when the Illusive Man brought me back, but you stayed anyway. What's so different about now? My face? My gender?

[chose]

On a scale of Miranda to batarian, how bad?

[starspangledspandex]

That's what this thing is right?

[He does have one. It glows to life on his arm after a moment. All the new arrivals showed up with them but Steve hasn't played with it too much. He scrutinizes what she does with a frown. These things lock doors too? Is there anything they don't do?]

Yeah, I did. Along with a member of my team.

[Who for some reason he's actually living with.]

[calibrating]

[Oh he's special, York. The most special.]

Depends on whether not you've got an omni-tool.

I'm willing to bet not, but I'm always game for pleasant surprises.

[seasaltkeys]

I think it was this way!

[Roxas turns around, trying to remember where he saw the street and runs smack into an alien. Who doesn't look too pleased.]

[cosmosic]

[It all happens in slow motion for Ino. She spots Roxas stumble back from running into the krogan. A large brickhouse of a lizard with a horrible temper. Not that Ino knew this, but she does hear the growl and see the alien round on him. Before he can do anything, she quickly slides between them and scowls up at the alien, hand poised over her kunai pouch subtly.]

Ahhh! So sorry~! It was an accident. He didn't meant to run into you, sir! Please excuse us! Ahahah~

[The krogan rumbles some curse before spitting and stalking away, growling about stupid kids. Before Ino knows it, she releases a sigh and throws a smile over her shoulder at Roxas.]

Are you usually clumsy?

[seasaltkeys]

[It takes Roxas a moment to respond. He's still in a bit of shock. What just happened?]

No. Not usually.