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

[swagneto]

[ The thing that bothers him is not the punch, though Erik's reflexes are strong enough that he still reaches out to stop her from giving him a second, but the comment on the space monkey bit. After all the time they've spent together, he never really did pick up on her terminology, letting most of it go over his head and just assuming she was an idiot (not that he'd ever concede that because Jack was, for all intents and purposes just about the smartest person he's met).

His hand squeezes hers, and it's a bit familiar, kind of like the kiss of someone you loved, but that shouldn't even be happening at all, since that happened in Abax, and the first thing Erik really wants to do is just forget everything that happened there. But Jack is standing in front of him, looking the same as ever, and he really can't. He can't forget the banter they shared more often than not, the random grey children running in and out, and yeah, that thing about her hand in his and the bit of violence now and then that led to other things.

Right. Emotions never were his strongest suit. ] Feels better than seeing your face. [ He smirks and shrugs off those thoughts, keeping his eyes trained on her, but yeah, he really does prefer seeing her around than feeling lost again. They'll banter back and forth since that's how they work, but he doesn't pull away just yet, squeezing. ]

This shithole looks better than you do.

[hellodeadpeople]

[ The fingers around her wrist are familiar, and Jack doesn't often allow people to touch her, or even allows people this much in her personal space that aren't crew, but there's memories there. From fights and fucks that practically were fights and any number of desperate situations they fell into in Abax. This situation really gets weirder and weirder, and while what went on between her and Erik in Abax could hardly be called any kind of relationship, he's someone she trusts, and there's an easiness between bad attitudes and shared indifference. If she's going to have anyone around that isn't Normandy crew, it's Erik. ]

Please. You couldn't look this good if a team of specialists tried. [ And there's something very smug in the smirk she gives, chin tilted up. She's completely in her element here, and Erik is completely out of it. Omega's like a second home, if Jack could even call anywhere a home, for all the time she spent getting work here and trading on the scummiest market there is in the galaxy. ]

You haven't even seen the worst of this shithole. Here. [ The hand finally draws back and the pistol on her leg gets tossed to him. She's got a shotgun and the assault rifle strapped to her back as well, and while she wouldn't have given it to him if it were her only firearm, it does say something about her trust of him that she A) lets him have on at all and B) lets him have one that's hers. A quirk of her eyebrow, and the smirk she gives is sharp. ] Welcome to my galaxy, asshole.

[swagneto]

[ He knows it, she knows it, but none of them are really saying it, that yeah, Erik is completely vulnerable in this situation. There's the only strength he carries, and that's his ability, but beyond that, there's no maps, no routes or areas he understands, nor a clear cut threat in the location beyond that of Aria, and the name is only vaguely familiar to him after one mention from Jack a while ago.

He catches the gun effortlessly, flipping it around in his hand, the metal familiar, warm to the touch, but then again, when it isn't it. The significance behind it isn't lost upon Erik, who knows that Jack is giving him a piece of crap, small as it is compared to the rifle behind her, but still, she's giving him some of hers. His hand slips around the handle, finger on the trigger and he points it straight at her. ]

Thanks, bitch. [ A little cocky, but he'd never deliberately shoot her, not when there's enough violence in between them and Erik's suffered his own round of bruises at her hands. It's unfortunate he's put himself into this position, where he's completely at her mercy and guidance, but Erik isn't about to simply roll over and succumb to that. ]

Except you're not getting this back.

[ He tucks the gun into the back of his pants, just because his clothes don't exactly afford any other place of security and then finally, finally after this dumb little banter and standoff, Erik glances around at the shithole they're in. ]

So much for the grand tour. [ But no really, he isn't asking for one. Maybe. If it comes with places to fuck her. ]

[hellodeadpeople]

[ A single, unimpressed, scarred eyebrow arches as the pistol comes level with her eyes. She's not the least bit worried about Erik shooting her. Maybe she should be, considering there are definitely several instances it would happen in, but she'd react about the same then. If she's going to get shot point blank by anyone, she'll be giving them the 'you are less than dirt to me' look. ] Do you even know where the safety is on that? And 50 credits says you wouldn't know a thermal clip if someone shoved it up your ass.

[ Besides, she knows Eric and she knows what he can do. Just like she can mind blast that pistol out of his hand the second he tries to fire it, he doesn't need a gun to kill her. So she reaches a hand forward and switches the safety off for him before walking past, towards the market district, checking his shoulder with hers as she passes. ] Then you've got about 6 shots until you have to beg me to show you how to reload.

[ Walking past, she speaks over her shoulder to him. ] You're gonna want it. Wander into the wrong alley here and you'll get your pretty face shot off.

[ She turns back to him for a moment, walking backways, and gives a snide smirk. ] Not all ammo's metal here.