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

...welp. (Malcolm Hawke | Dragon Age 2)

[daddyhawke]

[Malcolm has only been here a few hours and already he's found himself lost and bewildered, though whether by the strange predicament he's found himself in or by the strange...people...is hard to determine. There were different races in Thedas, to be sure, but those were familiar and part of his world; here he feels completely out of his element, in this place with technology far advanced than he had ever seen and with beings that made even the denizens of the Fade look mundane.]

[He scratches his lightly bearded chin, trying and failing to keep his blatant staring to a minimum. There are various vendors about the marketplace, hawking their wares, and Malcolm does his best to avoid catching their eyes so as to keep from being pressured into buying something with money he doesn't have. What a long, strange day it has been for him.]

[unyieldingly]

[Malcolm isn't the only one out and about in the markets. His eldest child is there too, grown up, trying to haggle with someone into explaining just what in the Maker's name is the gel she's supposed to be using for 'medical purposes'. The alien in question, a rather lovely lady of the blue persuasion, is actually being rather helpful, and the tension in Marian's shoulders slowly bleeds out.]

Not quite a potion, but it'll do. [It gets a raised eyebrow from the woman and she smiles.] Ah, never mind. Thank you. Thank you so much.

[With a smile and a wave, the woman departs, and Marian turns and tucks the little thing into the pack at her side. It's then that she catches sight of her father walking, her eyes widening in alarm.

No. No. It's just a trick. She's clearly had some bad elfroot after that dealing with the Arishok. There's no possible way...]

...Father?

lisbeth salander | stieg larsson's millennium | open (markets)

[selfconfidence]

[ So much for going on the run, Lisbeth thinks, standing in the center of the market as just about everything goes bustling right by her. She'd feign surprise if she hadn't managed to keep her emotions under wraps efficiently, bag slung over her shoulder as she keeps pace, pretending not to be lost or frustrated. But the thing is, after her arrest, she didn't feel frustrated, instead feeling a slight bit of relief that despite the warrant, there was nearly no chance of anyone catching her here. This was, and potentially could be, the only break she needed. There were downsides of course, but Lisbeth preferred not to think about those, instead stepping towards the nearest group of Quarians.

Space is bullshit, but Lisbeth blends right in with her black hair and fucked up clothing she follows them, listening quietly for any sign of information about Omega, any bit of useful knowledge that'll let her avoid sticking out permanently, and essentially become one of them for the time being. ]

Agent North Dakota | Red vs. Blue (CR AU)

[noscope]

[north is familiar with finding himself in all kinds of situations - with the project, that's just how it goes, after all - but for some reason, this is a little weirder than he ever thought he'd see.

especially given the fact that he's currently staring at the elcor bouncer just outside of afterlife like he's never seen one before. (which, he hasn't, but .. that kind of goes without saying, doesn't it?)

it's only when he hears it speak to an annoyed patron wanting to get into the club that he finally steps forward a little more, still not within speaking range, but he just can't take his eyes off of the thing for longer than it takes to blink.

in the back of his mind, theta is just as baffled as he is. north .. what is it?]

Hope it's cool that I assume North is in armor here.

[thereclaimer]

[The Chief sees the MJLONIR armor - indistinguishable as far as he's concerned, and a reasonable approximation of relief hits him. Somebody else from the UNSC is here and it's another Spartan. Good. As he walks closer, however, the relief quickly becomes shortlived. He remembered all the armor permutations of the Spartan-IIs. He didn't recognize this one. Was it a Spartan-IV? He was under the impression that by their standards, the Mark-VI was...outdated, but, it wasn't out of the realm of possibility.

By the time he approaches North from behind, he just wants an answer. He raises a hand and lightly grabs his shoulder to get his attention.]

Soldier.

[Best to start simple.]

Agent York (AU/CR AU) | Red vs Blue | OTA

[neverknocks]

[ This is definitely not Sacrosanct, and York's still not sure how to feel about that. On the one hand, a place with actual people. On the other, a place full of dangerous people. Granted, she's not yet sure the place is any more dangerous than Sacrosanct was. She'll have to see about that.

For now, at least she's blending in all right. Except that her armor's a little bulky, and she's definitely never seen most of these aliens before. She'll be making her way around the landing zone, trying to fit in and simultaneously gather a little info on where the shit she is now. ]

[noscope]

[he definitely notices that armor - color and everything - and it's why he's trotting forward, reaching out to catch york's shoulder.

(too bad at this point he doesn't realize that this isn't the york he knows. THIS IS GOING TO GO WELL.)] York? Hey -

Jeff "Joker" Moreau | Mass Effect

[airraid]

- I have just as much right to be here as the next jerk that pulls into space dock! Watch the arm!

[it should come as no surprise that wherever joker is - which just happens to be inside the afterlife club - that he's causing something of a fuss. and by causing a fuss, we mean he's conveniently left his credit chit on the normandy and has been trying to get out of paying for drinks.

and the turian bartender has had enough. clearly.

which is why he's in the process of being hauled toward the nearest exit, hat sitting just slightly to the side due to the haste of some particularly overzealous bodyguards yanking him up out of his chair.] This is bullshit!

[chose]

Hey.

[she doesn't have to raise her voice. it's amazing how a forceful hand on an arm and a hard look can get a couple of guys to back down. 'don't fuck with Aria' may be Omega's number one and possibly only rule, but nobody's really looking to mess with Shepard, either.

thankfully, she has hers. not that she really expected to need it where she had been headed, but. force of habit. so she waves her omni-tool over to pay, and sends the bartender and bouncers alike away with another look.

and sits down, sighing, but smirking at Joker nonetheless.]

And what happened to your 'personal assistance mech'? Or do they not serve her kind here.

Marian Hawke | Dragon Age II | markets

[unyieldingly]

[It's a sad, sad day when the marketplace on some otherworldly planet is actually nicer and even cleaner than some of the stalls in Kirkwall's Lowtown.

The problem, of course, is not that there are aliens instead of dwarves. Some of them are quite strange to behold and Hawke's done her best not to stare in incredulity. It's not the open area or the metal instead of stone that throws her off or makes her a little wary about where she steps. It's not even the lack of stares she's gotten because of the staff strapped to her back. No, it's the wares that are bothering her.

Bullets. Medical gel? Clunky armor. None of it is going to help her.]

No, no, you misunderstand me. I'm looking for elfroot. Elf-root. I can't use any of this. [The vendor clicks his tongue(?) at her.] A potion would be nice if you have it...

[And, again, he offers his wares. He points the medical gel out to her.] ...I don't have much choice, do I? Coin is acceptable, right? [She hasn't gotten the hang of whatever it is she should be using, but apparently, that's the wrong answer. The vendor shakes his head.]

I'll try back another time, then? Sorry.

[Ugh, wonderful. She leaves the vendor to go wander by the railing, taking another look out into the city proper, all dark and punctuated by lights in the distance. Her arms lean against the rails and she sighs.]

[chose]

Here.

[a woman soldier leans on the railing next to Hawke and offers the medi-gel, smiling in a friendly if wary manner.]

Looked like you needed help with the currency exchange.

[there's a question that doesn't have to be answered; otherwise, it's amiable teasing from a complete stranger.]

Raquel Shepard! ...with temporary default femshep since I don't have caps for mine yet /1stworldprob

[chose]

[Omega. why the hell Omega.

it's hard not to be frustrated; angry, even. they had made the jump on the way to Cerberus, to the Illusive Man, and then...to the end? and here? here is where she ends up, without her ship, without her crew or squad, and apparently without any way of getting off the station. still with fleets from all the species waiting for her.

no pressure.

she wants to talk to Aria; for options, even hopefully for some answers, but she's lost in the damn residential sector, fuming slowly. but it's Shepard, right? so she doesn't stop for long, and is trying to puzzle her way out.]

[backstabbing]

[the man had gotten the wrong idea about her. perhaps it was the way she was dressed, or the way she seemed to maneuver the streets with feigned confidence despite not knowing where in the Void she was.

but his hands had grabbed at her ass, and with a swift twist of the body and a flash of her own hand, there's a sickening crack and the stranger finds himself nursing a few broken fingers, staggering off to the shadows.

Isabela barely notices the fuming Shepard, too busy flexing her own fingers as she stares off to wherever that pervert went off to. so what she says is to herself, chuckling idly.]

Well the men here certainly are the same.

Maeby Funke | Arrested Development | OTA (markets)

[lecousindangereux]

I. Want. To. Talk. To. Your. Supervisor.

[The terminal in front of her gave a contemplative whirl...but then just offered a list of option again. What the *bleep*. It was like trying to talk to a studio secretary. Or her mother after the first bottle of vodka. She may as well be screaming to herself. Ugh.

Maeby gave an aggravated snarl, nearly stepping away...and then, oh, yeah. Right. All the weird turtle and bird and...scuba diving enthusiasts? things everywhere. That's why she was trying to deal with HAL over here instead of demanding answers off the street. A lot of those teeth looked a little too pointy for her health. So. Back it was to the yelling at the Mac mines.]

Speaky english? I want to talk to someone in charge! I can't be kidnapped right now! No one will even notice!

[neverknocks]

[ York's slowly familiarizing herself with the environment -- it's all new to her, too, but it's hard not to notice the girl yelling at the computer terminal. York knows she's not the only one here who's kinda lost, but she hasn't been too worried. She's got a combat armor and a gun.

Still, she can't resist sidling up next to Maeby, raising an eyebrow as she looks down at the terminal over Maeby's shoulder. At least York's familiar with the tech level around here. ]

Y'know, I don't think these things respond all that well to verbal abuse. Must be one of the older models.

agent washington | red vs blue | cr au

[articletwelve]

[ All things considered, he could have ended up worse places. If anything, it's having so many people around that's getting to him the most. Sacrosanct had been devoid of life, attended only by faceless drones, but Omega is full of life-- so much that it's bursting at the seams with it.

Some of the aliens are familiar -- species he'd seen in his time on Sacrosanct, though he hadn't spoken to them too often. He can't say he expected to end up in Shepard's universe, but so far, it doesn't seem too bad.

...Well, aside from the four-eyed guy staring at him. That's starting to get a little unnerving.

For now, though, he's winding his way through the markets, helmet tucked under his arm. He's got his rifle on his back, but for now he's keeping the wariness at bay, more interested in recon than getting himself in trouble. ]

[thereclaimer]

['Stares' is a bit of an understatement for what the Chief is getting. Humans, even human military isn't particularly out of the ordinary on Omega. Humans standing over 7 feet tall that are built like krogans? That's a bit stranger. For the record, he's not letting it bother him - they can stare all they want, for all he cares. He's used to aliens trying to kill him as soon as they see him. This is actually a step up.

He turns a corner just in time to almost walk into a guy. He stops and takes a step back - then Wash's helmet and rifle catch his glance too. Then, he takes a good look at Wash himself. He doesn't recognize the armor permutation or the guy in it, but he certainly recognizes the gear.]

Are you UNSC?

zoe | mass effect oc | n7 shadow

[electricslash]

[ Zoe's never been to Omega before -- course, she'd never really had a reason to. She hadn't gotten a lot of chances to get off Earth when she was a kid, and even after joining the Alliance, she's spent more time in ships and on duty than sightseeing.

And honestly, if she had to be stuck somewhere, she wouldn't have picked Omega. Illium, maybe. Or the Citadel. She'd never minded the Citadel. But Omega's-- well, Omega. It's dirty and dreary and she knows the volus behind the counter is trying to charge her tourist rates.

Zoe huffs under her breath and turns away from the stall, looking around at the shops in the area. There's not a whole lot of food here she's in the mood to eat, and though she knows beggars can't be choosers, she's got at least enough credits on her for a snack. ]

Isn't there anywhere around here with cake pops?

[neverknocks]

[ York's been making her way around the markets, asking a few questions but mostly just listening in, trying to get her bearings. There are at least some similarities here that remind her of home, but she's not making any assumptions.

It's crowded and a little noisy in the marketplace, but not so much that York doesn't overhear the woman nearby, and she can't help but crack a grin as she looks over. ]

Think you missed the shuttle to Candyland, sweetheart. I did see one guy frying something on a stick, but I can't promise you it was cake.

Sandrilene fa Toren (Sandry) | Circle of Magic | Landing Zone

[weaves]

Excuse me! You will allow me to return at once. I am Sandrilene fa Toren, Clehame fa Landreg, and if you insist on holding me here, you can be sure that her Imperial Highness, Empress Berenene of the Namorn Empire will hear of this!

[oh yes, good people of Omega... If you happen to pass by a security station you'll see one girl who looks as if she is ready to tear this station apart piece by piece. Despite the fact that she's only about 5'5", she is puffing out her chest and standing with her hands firmly placed on her hips as if she owns the place.

But, sadly for her, the guard is not impressed with her tactics. Rather than listen to her continue on like this, he simply chooses to walk away. Stunned by his utter disregard for her title she watches him with an open mouth as he walks away.

She'll... well, she'll try to follow after him, but she is dressed in party attire that is sorely out of place in this environment. Running ins't exactly something she can do right now]

Wh- where are you going? Come back at once!

[please feel free to convince her that antagonizing every guard on this station is a terrible idea. She's far too wrapped up in the indignity of being kidnapped to really puzzle that out.]

SANDRYYYY /CLASPS FACE

[neverknocks]

[ All right, even if they're not aliens she's ever seen before, York isn't too worried about her own safety -- she's got combat armor and a gun, and she's had experience being dumped into unfamiliar and unfriendly places. But this girl -- she's just a kid, and she's not exactly dressed for the occasion. At best, she's probably confused and scared, and at worst, in danger of taking a few bullets. York catches up to her with a few easy strides, being a good head taller than Sandry, and reaches out to catch her by the shoulder. ]

Hey -- take it easy there, kiddo. Trust me, wherever you're from, they've never heard of it.

Solona Amell | Dragon Age | Open ( Markets )

[spellmight]

No, you don't understand. These are sovereigns. Gold ones! Hard-earned and absolutely not counterfeited.

[ the blue fellow she seems to be arguing with responds so quickly that solona can't catch what he's said. she does not understand. what are these grenades and medi-gel packs, and why does she need them, again? ]

[ eventually she tires of the endless flow of words and holds up a hand. perhaps some coercion may help get her some answers. ]

I understand, ser. But you see I do not know what these credits are. I'm just a humble traveler far from home. Surely a man of your knowledge and repute would be quite able to give some one like me a quick explanation?

[ welp, it works. sort of. the response is simply-again much too fast for her to catch. eventually she gives the man a polite smile and a nod and backs away slowly from the stall. ]

Thank you, that was very helpful. I shall return if I have any further questions.

[ time to walk away from this one. maybe she will have better luck at the next stall. for all its cleanliness, this place is starting to grate on her. it has a disturbing lack of bandits. ]

[buymores]

[ actually chuck isn't having much luck at said next stall either. he's been making his way through the market trying to find anything remotely like a help desk, an embassy, or a currency exchanger so far he's gotten some blank looks (which coming from a face with four eyes is just this side of terrifying), profanity regarding his preferences as well as all of his female relatives' preferences and at this stall, the owner sniffing at him.

chuck blinks. chuck takes a very deliberate step back. ]

Okay. Uh. Not sure what you're doing... I mean you're either going to compliment me on my natural manly musk or you're considering what herbs would go well with my roasted body. [ very slowly like he's afraid to talk too quickly or make any sudden movements. he takes another step away and nearly runs into solona ]

Whoa! Hey sorry uh. If you're going there - [ widening his eyes at her and then jerking his head to indicate the stall he'd just retreated from with laudable (laudable ok!) speed ] Don't.

Garrus Vakarian | Mass Effect

[calibrating]

[Garrus strolls along the residential district, retaking all of the sights, smells, and sounds he'd taken care to put behind him nearly a year ago]

[Dirty.]

[Fetid.]

[Scum ridden.]

[And this is one of the nicer parts of the scuzzhole formally known as Omega. These particular surroundings are somewhat familiar to Garrus-- he's pretty sure he'd worked some sort of job around here...]

[...Kron?]

[No, wait.]

[Thralog.]

[His mandibles twitch in a wry smile-- that was a good one. He'd preferred not to subject innocents to any more violence than they already witnessed on a daily basis on the station, but his targets had a tendency of giving him no choice. Sometimes on purpose.]

[The combination of awful memories and unwelcome befuddlement makes his nose wrinkle, and he grips a spare pistol out of habit.]

[It's one thing being back]

[It's another being back and without knowing why or how]

[Or where the rest of the crew is, for that matter]

[neverknocks]

[ York's still trying to get her bearings, figuring this place out, but a few things are self-evident. Like that this place is kind of a cesspool. Not that it took all that long for her to figure that out, but hey, it's still a change from Sacrosanct.

She could really do with a god damn map, though, and she's managed to walk herself in circles a few times. The locals aren't particularly friendly -- not all that surprising -- and York, in her bulky Freelancer armor, definitely looks at least a little out of place.

She's not familiar with any of the aliens around here, but she's seeing enough of them to get used to the idea. And maybe approaching any of them directly is a bad idea, but hey, somebody's gotta talk eventually. She approaches Garrus, though not too close, giving him a nod. ]

So you look like you know your way around this place.

Grif | Red vs Blue

[whyarewehere]

"You know, I was just starting to think things were actually going to get better."

It hadn't occurred to Grif that none of the other bar patrons cared, and that the few who hadn't tuned him out were reasonably sure there was something very wrong with him. But really, the complaining wasn't for them. He was honestly scared, and bitching about things was sort of soothing. It was normal, and when you found yourself in a place that was overflowing with weird aliens you were (apparently) not supposed to shoot, anything normal was worth clinging to.

"So then the ship blows up and I guess... I don't know, I thought all the stupid crap would be over and I could go back to taking naps and not caring about things. But nooo, now I'm here."

...God he wanted a drink. But even if he had money, he suspected that none of these rubber-foreheaded assholes would take good old cash.

[chose]

"It's war. Things are going to get a lot worse before they get better."

Shepard's at the end of the bar, and despite her disinterest in them, is being given a decent berth by the rest of the patrons - who remember her a little too well from previous encounters.

She hadn't been listening, really. Just nursing an ice brandy, wondering where Chakwas and the rest of the Normandy was about now, then- What kind of comment is that with the Reapers around?

She gives the soldier a once-over, brow furrowed from being unable to place his armor. "...Where were you posted?"

Isabela | Dragon Age | Markets

[backstabbing]

[one moment you're stepping foot into the captain's quarters of your brand new ship, and the next you're out sailing tit's deep into the Void where no one can hear you scream.

luckily, Isabela's no screamer (only on some nights and that's an entirely different context), and she's no stranger to finding herself in a new place without a sovereign to her name either. of course, some coin would be welcome considering hours after she gets over the technology shock she finds herself at a bar. she's had herself a drink, one lousy drink, but then the barkeep went on ahead and got smart with her and found out she didn't have any credits.

and what in Andraste's fiery crotch are credits?

...well, whatever they are, her lack of them is the reason why she's standing at the bar left high and dry, tapping the bottom of her glass against the counter. she's clearly agitated, itching for something, and her eyes scan the room.

the folks here make the blokes in the Hanged Man look like right gentlemen. she looks down at her empty glass once more before sliding it away, crossing her arms and huffing irritably.]

Shit.

[unyieldingly]

[Isabela's not the only one looking for a drink after her haggle in the marketplace. But she's been instructed on credits and how they work and all of that...though it doesn't really help her. And she's been told that, unfortunately, coin will get her nowhere.

Hawke catches sight of her friend and sidles over to her, settling her back against the bar with her elbows up.]

My thoughts exactly.

Roxas | Kingdom Hearts | CRAU with Sing Memories

[swordisakey]

[He'd thought that Sacrosanct was just a one time thing. That'd he'd find a way off and that would be that, he'd be back home and could keep his promise. Whatever it was. But the universe seemed to have a thing against blond spikey haired kids.

He's standing on the landing zone looking completely confused. This place is nothing like he's ever seen before, and he's torn between looking around and hiding from all the strange looking people.]

Now where am I?

blond woobies unite! haha

[cosmosic]

Lost?

[It comes from behind and sounds cheerful enough.]

Adelle DeWitt | Dollhouse

[activating]

[ What good is a gun in the attic? Probably none, but that isn't stopping her from clutching the primitive pistol in both hands, finger hooked firmly around the trigger.

Fear. That's what the bastards want her to feel and that's certainly what she's going through right now, back pressed to a wall. She hasn't managed to stray much further than the area immediately outside the landing bay. Any moment now something truly horrific is going to spring out at her. And then what? Kill her? She couldn't care less about those that are walking by, looking at her as though she's gone mad. Killing them won't bother her in the slightest.

Were she in a better frame of mind she'd concede that, yes, she does look rather... unkempt and wild eyed. The gun doesn't help matters, either. ]

[chose]

[what is it about Shepard that draws her to people in trouble? she doesn't even know.

while Omega has its share of the aggressive and the crazy, and certainly mixes of both, she can't help but see the figure cowering against the wall and feel that tug of empathy pulling her over.

so there, a gentle hand on your shoulder and a quiet voice.]

Hey. You mind putting that down? Someone here might take it the wrong way.

Jack (CR AU) | Mass Effect | ota (landing zone)

[hellodeadpeople]

[ Jack knows that fucking hunk of metal floating around in space the second she sees it. Knows it like the back of her hand, and considering the back of her hand is mapped out in very specific tattoos, that's pretty damn good. And thus, she's got her hand on the pistol strapped on her thigh and a curse on her lips the second she steps off the shuttle onto the landing dock. ]

You've gotta be shitting me...

[ And fuck if she cares who hears her talking to herself, they can mind their own damn business - she went through intergalactic war and then Scotty beamed her off to the city of eternal demon possession, creepy trains, and the lack of decent porn. Her life is hard, and some dickbag in charge of fate apparently decided to make it harder by shipping her off to the one place in the universe with the highest concentration of people that want her head on a pike hanging out in dark corners and alleyways. ]

Finally back in the right freaking galaxy, and this is the shithole I get dumped in? [ Ain't nobody got time for this shit. The hand not ready to get trigger happy on her pistol runs over her hair, pushing back a few strands, and an irritated grunt falls from her. Alright, let's do this. At least she's got her guns back. Stepping away from the bridge to the ship, combat boots fall heavy on the grime covered docking bay floor as Jack makes her way in, eyes on those around her and a mutter on her lips. ] I love you too, Powers That Be. And kindly go fuck yourselves.

[swagneto]

A fuck you too would be appropriate.

[ Because look who showed up right behind you, Jack. You're now accompanied by +1 Erik Lehnsherr, who unlike her, looks far too ill at ease to be here. He had adjusted easily to what had become some sort of screwed up system in Abax, but space, or what constituted as space according to this little dive was not really something he was accustomed to. It doesn't show in his face, save for a slight tick as his eye twitches.

Where Jack is armed to the teeth, he isn't, his hands instead flexing against nothing in particular, but there's metal everywhere, and he can feel it all rushing back, much unlike that godforsaken place of nothing but darkness and cold. Somehow he's blaming this all on Jack, because if she sounds familiar with this location, there must be something about it that carries a particular connection, one that he had only briefly overheard. Taking a few steps forward, he comes face to face with her, canting his head sideways, because look whose appearance is fucking different right about now. ]

Your hair.

[ Captain obvious here. ]

herb | mass effect oc [n7 destroyer] | landing area

[multifrag]

[well.

this definitely doesn't look like any mission hackett could possibly send him on. omega has yet to come up on the front against the reapers and, well, it's not as if the alliance had a hold in this part of the universe.

still, he supposes he could arrive in worse places. not much worse, but worse all the same.

but he's looking around the shuttles with some befuddlement, trying to figure out how, exactly, he got here.] How do you just appear on a station...

[chose]

That's what I'd like to know.

[she's not far away, arms folded and one hand held pensively to her chin, frowning at the empty landing pad. Shepard's tense, and is irritated to realize she didn't know what she really expected to find here. for all intents and purposes, she didn't even look like she was paying the slightest bit of attention to anyone else.

yet:]

You too?

benji | mass effect oc | n7 shadow

[techburst]

[she doesn't often come to omega - because there hasn't been much of a reason to, given the fact that she doesn't often travel to the terminus systems - but it doesn't mean she isn't familiar with the place. the people, and how shady they tend to be, and just how ugly batarians are.

not that she goes spreading that around, or anything. she has a bit more tact than that.

even still, she's walking slowly through the markets, wondering if there's anything worth her while - and also wondering just where her sister's gone off to. no doubt, she's getting herself into some kind of trouble, and given how adept she is at it .. it won't surprise her in the slightest.

she sighs, rubs absently at the back of her neck, and brings up her omni-tool.] Zo, where the hell did you go?

[electricslash]

Hey, that's my line!

[ Zoe's face pops up on the omni-tool not a second later, lips turned down in a frown, and if she were to turn it down further Benji would get a good look at her crossed arms. Well, as crossed as they can be when she's using her omni-tool. ]

It's not my fault you can't keep up.

kaidan alenko | MASS EFFECT

[oldsoldiers]

[ you know, he's never been to Omega before.

... and deep inside, Kaidan's wishing it had stayed that way. The jump had gone a little differently than usual, but the Normandy was one of those ships where the unexpected had become distressingly routine. (Most surprises didn't involve the ship vanishing entirely, but he didn't want to be overly pessimistic.)

It's just another routine mission.

But even as he says it to himself, he's not entirely convinced. No crew, No Shepard, and nothing resembling the vaguest semblance of Council or Alliance presence, besides himself. He tries to ignore the rather obvious stares and whispers as he finishes some rather pointless shopping; modifications for guns he'll never use, an omnitool upgrade he's 80% sure shouldn't exist outside Alliance intranet— all in an attempt to warm the shopkeeper up enough to warm the shopkeeper up.

He knows he's being played, but he's patient. Sooner or later something would slip. ]

Just here on shore leave. I got separated from my group earlier— you eh, haven't seem them, have you?

[ he asks casually as he hands over his credits, only to receive a noncommittal grunt in return. Kaidan isn't entirely worried, but something in the back of his mind tells him he'll run out of credits before he will questions. ]

[chose]

[a clap on the shoulder is all the warning Kaidan gets before a relieved and friendly voice:]

Marsh isn't a chatty kind of guy, Kaidan. You'd have better luck somewhere else.

Master Chief | Halo | Landing Zone

[thereclaimer]

[The way he moves with purpose, you wouldn't think the soldier covered in worn and scarred green MJLONIR armor is a fresh arrival, as ignorant of Omegas and its ways as any of the other lost souls milling about the landing area. But, the Master Chief isn't allowing himself to be bothered by the strangeness of this situation, at least not yet.

At the moment, he's making his way through the landing zone, focused on finding someone else - anyone else from the UNSC or what he would hesitantly declare "his" galaxy. If he's the only one here from his home, that's one thing, but if there's anyone else, he's not intending to leave them hanging.]

it was either six or cortana I can't choose okay

[lonewolfed]

[If Chief happened to round a corner, he might catch sight of another SPARTAN. The Mark V armor had definitely seen its own hell along with the woman in it, but that didn't deter her from inspecting her pistol thoroughly.]

Akin | Lilith's Brood

[akinship]

[Akin was too busy being fascinated to be worried that he had no idea what was going on or how he had come from an Oankali shuttle to this place... (or what had happened to the poor, lonely, shuttle)]

[The place smelled, and the sensory tentacles on his legs were careful not to brush too many surfaces -- he was already picking up far more toxins through his feet than he normally managed. But it was obviously a machine and, if not human built, one occupied by humans that had far more tools than even the ones described to him from before their war. Between that and the presence of species he'd never heard of, he was content to walk the spaces of Omega, looking around and trying to strike up conversations. he was aware enough to avoid humans with threatening body language, but otherwise he was letting things happen as the whim struck him.]

(OOC: Feel free to respond to a greeting or catch him examining... well, probably anything.)

[buymores]

[ ok really chuck should know better than to walk around with his cellphone out in a crowd but (and this is a very important but!) he's in a space station. with aliens. with hologram tool things. he's pretty sure that if anyone tried to steal his pitifully low-tech phone, said thief would just throw it back at chuck and demand compensation for wasting that effort on such a worthless item.

unfortunately he didn't count on the contents of his phone catching unwanted attention, said contents being a picture of his not!girlfriend which. he had to admit, at least the space thugs currently threatening to cave his skull in if he didn't explain where this woman can be found has taste. but (another very important but!) ] She's not here. Not in the passed away sense or ghostly sense but in the not actually located in this galaxy and possibly this era sense. And even if she were, I'm not going to tell you - and she's a woman who is perfectly capable of taking of herself -

[ he's just getting himself into more trouble here so when he hears Akin's greeting which was probably for someone else, he takes it as an out ] Oh look, someone I know and who'll be a witness to what you might try to do is here! Hate to be rude but I- [ and he turns to Akin ] I'll be right there man! [ his mouth is saying 'yeah we're good' but his eyes are saying 'back me up' ]

Shepard (dude version) || Mass Effect || let's try this shit again

[fightforthelost]

[Yeah, he's been here before, and yeah, he doesn't look too happy to be back. He's got a goddamn galaxy to save, and he's stuck here in this shithole? Pardon this renegade while he hits Afterlife to go find the bitch in charge.

Of course, he's not allowed out of the landing zone just yet, so have him standing near one of the shuttles and checking his N7 Piranha for a bit. Yeah, he might just be weighing options on actually getting past this little blockade so he can figure out what the hell is going on.

After all, he doesn't have time for this bullshit when Earth is on the line.]

[theprimarch]

[Omega is never a place that this Primarch would just like to be. He has more pressing matters to attend to, but somehow the relays had thought differently. Now he's... stuck here, and apparently a familiar face is too.]

Ah, Commander. Didn't expect to see you in this... place.

[He could call it all sorts of things, and that pause should be evidence enough of his distaste, if the twitching of his mandibles wasn't enough. He only looks a lot out of place in his gold-lined civilian wear.]

Ino Yamanaka (CR AU): Naruto (landing zone)

[cosmosic]

[Being put in a place she didn't recognize isn't new, but the place is. She's used to S S Thor, her 'home away from home', and as aggravating as that place tended to be, at least it was clean. Already her nose is wrinkling at the foul odor Omega exuded and she looks around warily at her surroundings, the people there, before stepping off the transport with the group she had arrived with.

Nobody she recognized either. She never thought she'd say this but she almost wishes Naruto was with her like he was the last time she had been dumped unceremoniously on a space station. Even if he had broken her Guide within a minute. But maybe it was better he wasn't, he was needed far more where he was than she did.

Her ninja instinct comes into play and Ino begins her information gathering the best she can: Talking to the locals and listening in quietly on conversations. She's not being nosy...really.]