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

[neverknocks]

[ York lets out a self-deprecating laugh, shaking her head. Well, she can't say she's surprised. ]

Look, I know it sounds crazy. Makes me feel crazy just talkin' about it. But this place? Honest to god, I don't know a damn thing about this universe, or -- no offense, buddy -- what kind of alien you even are. Definitely don't look like any of the ones we've been fighting back home, at least. But hey, if you've got an alternate explanation, I'd be dyin' to hear it.

[ And she looks at him, eyebrows raised, because please, Garrus. Make her day. ]

[calibrating]

Hallucinogens, some weird psychotherapy, compulsive lying, an incredibly overactive imagination...

[None of that explains his own befuddlement upon arrival, but hey, if he's finally going crazy, at least he'll have someone here worse off than he is.]

[Unless of course she's telling the truth.]

[The fact that, in the back of his mind, he's giving it at least some consideration doesn't sit right with him, either.]

[neverknocks]

Man, if I was lying, you'd know it. Not exactly my my forté. And trust me, I'd give my left eye for this to all be a bad trip.

[ But it doesn't look like she's making much of a dent in his formidable (and understanding) skepticism. York shrugs, pulling away form the wall. ]

But the more I insist on it, the crazier I sound to you, am I right? Doesn't really matter if you believe it or not, anyway, 'cause it doesn't change much.

[ For someone spouting what sounds like a whole host paranoid delusions, she seems pretty calm about the fact, and not too desperate to convince him otherwise. She might not like it, but she's evidently pretty confident in her own reality. And she gives him a sheepish half-grin, raising an eyebrow hopefully. ]

Could still use some directions, though?

[calibrating]

[He'll give credit where credit is due-- she's definitely a lot calmer than he'd expect anyone in that particularly strange situation to be. In any case, he doesn't think she should be going anywhere on her own, previous misgivings aside.]

[Garrus will keep an eye on this one]

Sure thing. Where're you headed?

[neverknocks]

[ Oh, Garrus. If York knew you thought she needed supervision, she'd burst out laughing.

But she just looks around, letting out a breath, and shakes her head. ]

Man, I don't know. I was just checkin' the place out, managed to get myself turned around a little. Guess I wouldn't mind you pointing me in the direction of the nearest bar.

[ THERE HAD BETTER BE A BAR ON THIS STATION ]

[calibrating]

[OH YORK YOU HAVE NO IDEA]

That one's easy-- just keep walking anywhere and you'll run into one in a few minutes or so.

Now, finding one that doesn't hate humans is a different story. I suggest keeping away from anywhere that has a decently high batarian customer ratio.

[neverknocks]

[ Ah, xenopolitics. York figured there had to be some tensions, especially with so many different kinds of aliens around. She nods, promptly. ]

Right, right. Avoid the batarians, got it.

You're gonna have to point out which ones those are.

[calibrating]

You're really laying that act on thick, aren't you?

[...Please let it be an act. PLEASE.]

[neverknocks]

[ garrus you're a cool guy but she would like you so much more if you didn't insist on treating her like she was crazy

She rolls her eyes, voice thick with sarcasm. ]

Oh, yeah. Real thick. Humor me.

[calibrating]

[Okay. OKAY. Garrus sighs before motioning for York to follow him]

C'mon.

[neverknocks]

[ Well, even if he doesn't believe her, he's tolerating her. Not much of a thing to settle for, but hey, it's gotta be weird for him, too. York falls into step alongside him, keeping her helmet tucked under one arm. ]

So since you're goin' to all the trouble, I figure I at least owe you a name.

[ She lifts one hand, in case he might want to take it. Do these aliens do handshakes? Fuck if she knows. ]

Most people call me York.

[calibrating]

[Garrus considers the proffered hand for a moment before taking it with a nice hearty shake]

You can call me Garrus, York.

[neverknocks]

Nice to meet you, Garrus. Though I guess I wish it were under better circumstances.

[ Still, she's got that relaxed quality to her voice, and there's sort of a natural shrug in the way she moves. She glances at him, peering at his face thoughtfully. ]

And I guess there's no tactful way to ask this, but what do you call your kind, anyway?

[calibrating]

...Turian.

[And, really, there shouldn't be a human alive that doesn't know that]

[That's unsettling. To say the least]

C'mon. Let's get you to that bar, and a quick look at a few batarians.

[:> Additionally, would you like to carry this CR over to the game provided Garrus gets in?]

YOU BET I WOULD

[neverknocks]

Turian, huh?

[ York squints at him almost curiously for a moment, studying his features. Then she nods, giving him a lopsided grin. ]

So are all you turians this friendly, or did I just get lucky today?

[ If you think she's poking fun at you, she probably is. But she means well by it, honest. Well, mostly. ]

[calibrating]

Turians aren't much different than humans-- some of us are nice, some of us are complete bastards.

Either way, I'd say you definitely got lucky that I'm the one you met.

[Ah yes, ego.]

[neverknocks]

[ Okay, that gets a laugh out of her. She doesn't know enough about him -- or, you know, turians in general -- to quite be able to tell if he's being tongue in cheek or totally serious yet, but either way, she thinks it's funny. ]

Well, I guess I'm not totally shit out of luck yet, then. It's a stretch, though.

[ It was months and months ago, but thinking of the day she'd been snatched from her own universe -- it still stings a little, thinking about what she's left behind, even if she's already moved on and let herself mourn it. She shrugs again, the movement looking fluid and easy even in her bulky armor. ]

Universe takes all kinds, huh?

[calibrating]

Yeah, diversity and all that fun stuff. Omega's full of it.

[He motions with his head towards a wonderfully seedy looking bar]

This looks like a prime spot for trouble.

[neverknocks]

Oh, great. I love trouble.

[ it is probably not physically or linguistically possible to cram any more sarcasm into those five words than she already has

She heads toward the bar with Garrus, though, trying to take in every bit of information she can. Good lord, does this place have aliens. Still, she'll take any of these over the Covenant. ]

So what do you drink around here, anyway?

[calibrating]

Me, personally, or the fine people of Omega?

[He caught that sarcasm, York. And he's pretty impressed by it, too]

By the way, if you look to your left, you'll find yourself a whole group of batarians. Just don't make it obvious. Or catch any of their eyes.

[neverknocks]

[ oh Garrus if that level of sarcasm impresses you, you guys are gonna get along just fine. York probably would've gone crazy a long time ago if it weren't for sarcasm.

And okay, she knows how to be discreet. Discretion is kind of her job. Well, eh, sort of. Still, she manages a careful glance at the batarians out of the corner of her eye -- a hell of a lot easier now that she's got both of them working -- and she gives Garrus a slight nod. ]

Ah, yeah, I've seen 'em around. Good to know that's what they're called.

[ And as for the drinks -- well, York just gives him a grin and shrugs. ]

You seem like you've got better taste than most of the poor suckers around here. C'mon, I'm open to suggestions.

[calibrating]

Normally, I'd be more than happy to suggest a little something for you, buuuut unless you're hiding a little bit of turian or quarian in there, it would probably kill you.

[Which is, again, common knowledge. Just like the batarians.]

[Either she's a damn good, determined actress, or he needs to start poking around]

[neverknocks]

[ York's eyebrows shoot up, and she gives Garrus a baffled stare for a moment before she works it out. She huffs out a laugh, shaking her head. ]

Guess we don't eat the same food, then.

[ They approach the bar and York takes a seat, glancing around for a moment. ]

Guess I'll just have to trust the bartender, then.

[calibrating]

You catch on pretty quick.

[He does what could only be described as a stilted eyebrow quirk, his stiff plates not allowing for much movement]

Except for that last part. I'll get you something that someone I know orders a bunch. You look like you can handle it.

[neverknocks]

[ The facial gestures don't translate exactly, but York gets the gist. She feels like she's getting it more the longer she talks to him, too, and she gives him a grin. ]

Well, shit, I think that's the nicest thing anybody's said about me all day.

[ On both counts. This place isn't very friendly okay.

York sits back a little to let Garrus do the ordering, her gaze still moving around the bar, drinking in the details. ]

So you still think I'm a lunatic?