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]

[Garrus' head cocks a bit to the side at that-- nobody ever moves to Omega unless they had a damn good reason (or, conversely, no choice in the matter)]

Usually when you move to a new place, you scope out the property, first. You know, check for vermin, water leaks, convicted felons.

The usual.

[neverknocks]

[ York laughs a little at that, because hey, the guy's got a sense of humor. Now that's a relief. ]

Y'know, I must've spaced and left my apartment hunting checklist at home? This wasn't exactly a planned move. If I'm perfectly honest, I'm still not sure how I wound up here.

[ York's not sure how much of the truth of her situation she really ought to divulge, but she knows she's not the only one. There've gotta be others. Besides, it's probably pretty obvious to the guy that she's never dealt with these particular aliens before. ]

[calibrating]

[Now that piques his interest]

[Immediately, he looks her up and down, trying to see if there's any quick, telltale signs of drugging. She doesn't seem disoriented outside of not knowing the area, and she's not under any obvious distress]

[Definitely curious at the very least]

Humor me for a second-- What's the last thing you remember?

[neverknocks]

[ His level of curiosity is surprising, and it shows on York's face for a moment, in the way she raises her eyebrows. But then her expression melts into a sort of sheepish grin, and she shrugs. There's really no way to answer it without either lying or filling him in that she's about two universes removed from where she's supposed to be, and York's never been the best liar on the spot. ]

Walkin' into a teleporter, on the last space station I was stuck on. For about eight months.

[ York clears her throat a little. ]

I've already got a few guesses about what's going on.

[calibrating]

[Oh.]

[Oh this is gonna be good.]

[Healthy skepticism aside, Garrus fully intends on listening to York's every word. Goodness knows that he's seen and heard plenty of weird things over the past couple of years traveling with Shepard and encountered plenty that, if he hadn't experienced it himself, he would've blown off as the ramblings of a lunatic]

[So here goes that infamous turian poker face. Let's see if you can impress him, York!]

Well, that's a few more guesses than I've got. I'm listening.

[neverknocks]

[ Whoo boy, the moment of truth. York leans back against the wall, crossing her arms. This'll be fun, seeing how a local reacts to this. ]

This place? Not my world. Not even my universe. Eight months back, I was a soldier, fighting in a war. Next thing I know, I'm gone. Dumped into the ass-end of some space station run by a rampant AI. Now, I couldn't tell you exactly how it works or what it was that happened, but I don't think anybody really understands it, to be honest. But we knew that everybody on the station came in the same way I did, some time or another, and that something happened to the original crew, likely by way of that batshit AI.

[ She stops to suck in a breath, shaking her head. Man, it sounds crazy just saying it out loud, but she knows what happened. ]

And then I think I'm heading out to pick up supplies, but instead of walkin' out of a teleporter, I wake up on a shuttle docking in here. Someplace I've definitely never been before, in the blink of an eye. And all I can figure is it happened again, somehow.

[calibrating]

[Garrus stands there and listens to York speak, a hand making its way to his chin while he considers her words]

All right.

[He pauses, contemplating...]

"Feed him a story so outlandish, he'll have to believe it". Haven't had anyone use that on me in a while.

Good try, though. I respect that.

[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.