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]

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?

[calibrating]

I think you believe whatever it is you're saying.

[Garrus calls over a server and places their orders, keeping his weapons in plain sight the whole time.]

[When he's done, he makes a quick sweep around the room of his own before addressing York again, his hands folding neatly into a perch for his chin]

I also think I may wanna hear more. If you're willing to share, of course.

[neverknocks]

[ The guy keeps his wits about him, that's for sure. And York can definitely respect that. It's not like the pistol at her hip is easy to miss, either, and her armor can take a punch, too. But she's hoping there won't be any kind of fight, at least not right now. ]

So I'm crazy, but I'm intriguing? Eh, I'll take what I can get.

[ She laughs, and to be fair, you'd expect someone in her situation to be a little less chill about it. And she probably would be, if this were the first time this had happened. It's a little hard to be fazed when you've spent the last eight months on Sacrosanct. She drums her fingers on the bar, trying to figure out where to start.

Might as well be the beginning. ]

Well, the world I come from...we started colonizing other planets a couple centuries back, gettin' all nice and settled in the galaxy, you know? Things were going all right for humanity. Then the Covenant showed up on our doorstep and started a war. We'd never heard of 'em. We still don't know a whole hell of a lot about them, honestly, and we've been fighting a war with 'em for the last thirty years. And losing.

[ She pauses, just for a second, running a gloved hand over the back of her neck. Talking about it now, the war seems so...far away. ]

I was just a kid when it all started up. Don't really remember what it was like beforehand, honestly. Kinda why I joined up, the war being everywhere. I'm -- well, I was with the United Nations Space Command. Project Freelancer, more specifically.

[calibrating]

[The story, however true or false it may be, is off to an intriguing start, if nothing else]

[Garrus keeps his focus on York, occasionally flitting a scrutinizing eye in the bartender's direction while their drinks were mixed]

[When the two arrived-- York's a sour green, and his a dark amber-- he turned on his omni-tool, paying for both drinks with a quick wave of his hand, before giving her a nod.]

I wanna hear more after you've had a try.

[neverknocks]

Oh, you're trynna get me drunk, now?

[ The comment's more teasing than anything, and York's grinning -- because "noncommittally flirty" is her automatic interaction style, though it's not serious half the time. She gives Garrus a nod, though, picking up the glass and taking a hearty drink. York's in the military, she can hold her liquor, and oh Jesus that's strong.

To her credit, she doesn't sputter -- she lets out a quiet, stuttered cough and her mouth puckers for a moment until the burn subsides. Then she sets the glass down, a little wide-eyed, and sucks down a breath. ]

Shit, you guys really like your booze out here. What is in that?

[calibrating]

[Garrus gives a shrug]

No idea, honestly. I just ordered what my CO usually does.

[His mandibles flare in what can only be described as a sly grin as he downs his own alcohol]

[neverknocks]

[ York actually lets out a snort at that. ]

Your CO must be one hell of a drinker. Don't you know if you're gonna buy a drink for a girl, you should at least know what's in it?

[ Ah, but her heart's not really in the complaint. She takes a smaller sip, this time, and it really isn't so bad -- and it's well-mixed, too, something she can tell once her mouth isn't on fire. ]

Thanks for the drink, by the way. I'll have to get you back one of these days. Got a feeling I'm gonna be here awhile, anyway.

[calibrating]

...And that's what's troubling.

I don't doubt you can hold your own. Hell, anyone who does while you're packing that much firepower would be nuts to think otherwise, but if what you're telling me is true-- and I'm not saying I believe it-- then you're gonna need one hell of a crash course in how things work around here.