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.
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...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.]

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?]

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. ]

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!

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.]

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.]

[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.]

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!

[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?

[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.

[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.

[unyieldingly]

[Woah, that is definitely not her idea of a good time. Hawke watches them try to drag the man off and she jumps to her feet, wheeling over and following. She manages to catch up before they drag him out.]

Hey! [That gets their attention. Which isn't good. Quick, think of something...] There you are! I've been looking all over for you. Did you lose your card again?

[The one bodyguard gives her a skeptical look and she pulls out her credit chit, flashing it. There's not much on it, but...] Thank you so much for finding him. I'll take care of things from here, if you don't mind.

[unyieldingly]

[She looks over and then down at the item offered to her, reaching out to take it.]

Thanks. I'm not really used to being given the skeptical eye, much less being a receiver of handouts. This just...isn't familiar to me.

[Which is an understatement, obviously.]

Have a few tips for a stranger?

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. ]

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?

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.]

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. ]

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.

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]

[airraid]

[when he hears that voice, his head practically snaps up - and he can't help but to smirk when he sees that it's shepard. because seriously, this is one place he really shouldn't be alone, but edi had had things to see to back on the ship and he hadn't felt like waiting around.

once his debts are paid, he drops down into a chair next to his commander, smiling back at her in that i really should thank you for that but i'm just gonna be sarcastic instead way of his.] She has things she wanted to do back on the Normandy, and I didn't feel like waiting around. I don't drag her everywhere, Commander.

[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.

[chose]

You're welcome. [Shepard's smile only grows, but she still seems watchful.]

[she turns around, so she's leaning back on the railing on her elbows] Tips, huh. For one, coins aren't going to get you very far. Where do you come from that they still use analog currency?

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.

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.