The Station: Test Drive

[station_mods]

The Station Info Menu

Welcome to the Station's Test Drive

Here, you will have the chance to try your character's voice out before apping them into the game. Feel free to play out in whatever means you would like - through the Station's communicators which are video and voice or either one alone, through action tags or prose, or whatever else you wish.

Please note that testing a character here does not guarantee that you have a reservation on that character. You may reserve a character HERE. Also note that this may be used as one of your samples for your application, though the mods may ask for more if what is provided is not considered sufficient. Finally, any thing played out on the test drive will not be considered character canon until after your character has woken up on the Station, as each character is given a unique scenario for their character's waking upon acceptance to the game.

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[dulcet_cellist]

Sebastian glanced up on his way past another hallway, on his way to the mess hall, and continued for another four or five steps before stopping. Slowly backing up. And leaning just a little to take another look down the hallway.

He should be used to this by now. Mordin, 'Vadum, Chiana. But this person-was it proper to use person for another species who's language may not even have the word person or anything similar he wondered deciding not to be rude and straightening up to walk up the hall and towards this new arrival.

"Excuse the interruption. May I help you find something? Or someone?"

Hangar - The Serenity

[faithfixesyou]

Shepherd Book pulls himself back to consciousness. He clenches his eyes tight to keep his head from swimming as he drags his body off the deck plates in what used to be his room on the Serenity. Used to be, because its the same room, but the few possessions he kept in here, even the bed he was laying on, seem to be missing.

"Hello?" Book heads out into the hallway, caution grows as he sees the other rooms seem to be just as deserted. The med bay looks like it's seen some use, but not nearly as fully stocked as it should be. His hand goes to his head for a moment, almost like he's remembering he has a headache. Not actually hurt. But something is very wrong, the ship more than him.

Book chooses not to call out again, instead makes his way down towards the already-open hatch of the ship. They're landed, no, docked. He steps away from the ship, looks around at the rest of the hangar. The Serenity isn't the only ship here. What is this place?

Re: Hangar - The Serenity

[whereishe]

Yuna had slipped over to the hanger to see if she could check out some of the ships. She wasn't going to touch or break anything she just wanted a better look and she couldn't locate the ships owners. It was fun trying to be sneaky, dashing from cover to cover. She approached the front of Serenity resting her hand on its cold surface. "You look a lot like The Gullwing. I wonder what stories you could tell."

Brother once told her how he found The Gullwing and why it was named so. The ships arrival had saved them. She peaked around the ship heading towards the open hatch. What she didn't expect was someone standing there. She slid to a halt making her tumble to the ground. So much for stealth.

Re: Hangar - The Serenity

[engineermage]

A Nerf dart goes flying out from somewhere and thunks right next to Book, sticking to Serenity's side. It crackles briefly and then puffts out.

[shroudedintent]

Indeed, Book wasn't the only one in the hanger at that moment. By one of the other vessels in that vast hanger, a sleek green toned dropship that almost looked like a scarab, a large armoured and clearly non-human figure was seeing to maintenance on what looked to be the forward mounted gun of the vessel. The Sangheili in question did not seem to have noticed the new arrival as yet however.

Penelope Garcia - Criminal Minds

[unmitigated_superiority]

Asleep. She must be asleep. They were investigating that super creepy psycho and she fell asleep on her keyboard. Any minute now she was going to wake up to the dulcet tones of Morgan teasing her about the imprint on her face. She might even forgive him if he brought her coffee and told her how brilliant she was.

There was clearly no other explanation for the fact that she appeared to be on some kind of ship that was definitely not current technology. "Hello?" Noticing what appeared to be a communicator on her wrist, she pushed the button and pulled a Buzz Lightyear, looking side to side as she whispered "There seems to be no sign of intelligent life anywhere."

<3

[supplies_bitch]

Excuse me, but I'm most certainly intelligent and I'm here.

Yes, that is a text on her comm.

Re: Penelope Garcia - Criminal Minds

[captaineffingmagic]

The picture of a half-shaven man with wide, frightened-looking brown eyes pops up on the screen, obstructed by a rather distracting spiderweb-crack pattern. He squints for a moment, shakes his head, and squints again.

"Sorry, the screen's a little broken...you're new here, aren't you? Um. Don't bother looking for intelligent life around this place. Sentient, yeah, but not...um...not...intelligent."

There's a pause as he trails off.

"Anyway, I'm Harry. Who're you? What's your name?"

Random Hallway

[boobsofsteel]

A) [A scream bellows from one of small corridor hallways, a bellowing cry that sounds both feminine and monstrous all at once. The scream is followed by a pounding, something hard hitting metal, and then tearing it apart. The storage closet's door slams against the far wall and something comes tumbling out.

It's a woman, or at least it looks like one, barely dressed save for bits of what look like metal blades and armor that cover her up at strategic points. She lands on all fours, her bright red hair touching the floor as she pants for breath.

She looks up, taking stock of the situation before standing and running down the hallway. leaving gouges in the floor and walls as she goes.]

B) [Some time after this rampage, a different woman can be found in the hallways. She runs down the halls in a seeming panic, taking turns at random. Unlike the monster from before, this one is a bit more modestly dressed in jeans and an unbuttoned yellow polo shirt.]

Riko! Riko are you here? What is this place?

B

[theendiswherewestartfrom]

Things that probably don't help matters? The fact that the next person Masane runs into is dressed in pseudo-military gear. Jack couldn't pin down where the shift alert was coming from originally, but since he's close, he finds her after she's transformed pretty easily.

"Hello?" Meet Captain Jack Harkness, floofy coat and all. He relaxes visibly when he sees the woman, who seems normal.

A

[lessandmorethanhuman]

Pinpointing where the alert had come from was tricky... Until the bellowing and screaming was heard, and then the creak of metal tearing, breaking. Not hard from there, either to follow the loud footsteps as Alex was nearby.

And then just...stopping for a moment, as he's behind the...woman? Woman. Human? Not sure--and those blades look none too friendly either. Great...

Alright--he'd try this the easy way first.

"Hey!" No insults, just...try to get their attention. See if their hostile or not--Alex was betting hostile, and thus balanced and ready to move if he needed to.

Aschara Rendes - OC

[psimotion]

Her first order of business was to find an out-of-the-way corner and do some psionic reconnaissance; it was informative, though what it told her made no sense, and she came back to herself trembling with leftover anger and a hint of fear.

It could be worse -- this station had no ties to the Imperium, they were not hunting her or any of her people. And if the sense she'd gathered of the residents was correct, revealing herself would bring welcome.

But her people were gone. The transport she'd been on was gone. All of her subordinates, her people she had so meticulously trained -- all gone.

She needed more answers than a survey could give her. She needed to find someone and talk.

Fortunately, she knew where people were. So at a ground-eating, military-sharp stride, she set off for the closest conscious sense, intent on getting her answers.

[theendiswherewestartfrom]

It may or may not help matters that the first person she runs into is wearing pseudo-military gear. Captain Jack Harkness appears around the bend, walking slower, at a distracted pace. But that coat definitely screams military, rank insignia visible on the shoulders.

Jack looks up, very startled, at the sight of a person he hasn't seen before. What, are the sensors just deciding not to work this week? He puts on what he hopes is a welcoming smile, and spreads his hands slightly to show he isn't carrying a weapon. "Hello? I'm Captain Jack Harkness, you've just arrived here?"

Re: Aschara Rendes - OC

[reincarnshaman]

A black cat goes running by her carrying a Nerf dart in her mouth and her tail up high, clearly pleased with herself. This is possibly not a weird thing. The weird thing is that the cat isn't alone in her mind, such as there appears to be a secondary - human - consciousness riding along with it. It's a light touch, but a definite connection.

Rose Tyler - Doctor Who

[missrosetyler]

Rose wandered around the mess hall looking rather confused as she was trying to make sense of all this. Her attention was drawn to the communicator dangling on her wrist like a charm. "Really odd." she murmured to herself. This wasn't how the cannon was supposed to work. At least with all the trials they had ran.

She gazed back at the space and called out. "Hello? Anyone around?"

[reincarnshaman]

"Hello" A man with a very strong Irish accent (County Cork to be exact) and black cat twisting around his ankles walks in.

[theendiswherewestartfrom]

Jack had seen the shift alert go off that told them someone new is on board. He's really supposed to be leaving this 'welcome-wagon' stuff to other people, but he is right up the hall, so he decides to go, himself.

He is right about to walk into the mess hall, when he hears the familiar voice echo out of the doorway, and his heart skips a beat. "Rose!?" All professional manner goes out the airlock, and instead Jack dashes the last few steps through the door. There is one Captain Jack Harkness gaping and grinning like an idiot at what he sees.

"Rose Tyler..." Shakes his head in pleased disbelief as he strides across the room, and if Rose doesn't do something quite quickly, she's getting snatched up into a hug.

Hallway| Steve Rogers

[waypastasking]

Steve wanders the hallway wondering where he is. He hasn't seen anything like this before.

"Hello? Is anybody here?"

This is what I get for not checking the test drive in a few days

[theendiswherewestartfrom]

Jack catches the shift alert, the signal that there is someone new on board, luckily not in one of the dangerous areas. He patrols the hallways until he hears someone up ahead. A man wearing what, to Steve, would be a very familiar British military coat is striding up the hallway towards him. Jack smiles, and holds up an empty hand. "Hello there."

Docking Bay - Fueling/Supply Area | Jack

[jackienaught]

Waking up alone on the Normandy and finding nothing in her quick search was unnerving. There was no Collectors, no slavers, no sign of someone to tear apart for the disappearance of the rest of the crew. Lack of a target had done nothing but aggrivate her already bad temper and made her skin itch.

Thinking better of saying aboard the vessel, Jack kept to the shadows of the ships in the docking bay. No one payed enough damn attention to anything besides their own ships so it was easy enough to slip into the first area she found.

Her nose told her that there was fuel in this place, though she hasn't come across anything besides what looked like panels for something. She didn't really give a shit about the rest of what was here - hiding out with fuel probably meant that people were less likely to dick around and find her, not to mention the added bonus of being able to torch the place if some asshole got a dumb idea.

[pitchforkdoctor]

Life on the Station had settled into routine. Mordin spent most of his time in the medical lab with a little time set aside for meals and maybe retiring to his cabin to sleep. He went on the occasional away mission, but as back home he found more solace in running tests than socializing or poking at the mysteries here.

But there are some mysteries that even the very model of a scientist Salarian couldn't let go. The Normandy had been docked in the Station briefly and then had vanished. Now that it was back, the reasonable assumption was that a fellow crewmate was there.

Even so, he wasn't going to take chances either. He crept quietly through the docking bay, omnitool in sleep mode and gripping his heavy pistol as he approached the familiar ship.

Worf | Star Trek: Next Generation

[worfeffect]

"This is an outrage!"

More an explosion to himself than directed at anyone but the technology itself. Worf gave the consul a disdainful look, lip curling back as he tried once again to get it to behave and work. Wasn't technology here supposed to be better than what he'd come from? Such a miss-match that it made his head spin sometimes.

If it didn't shape up this time, he'd just dig into the wires itself and fix it. And wouldn't that just fix everything?

[theendiswherewestartfrom]

Jack can hear Worf's voice from up the hall. While others would steer clear of a member of a warrior race obviously getting frustrated, Jack only grows closer.

"Having trouble?" He announces his presence before he appears, and shoots Worf a curious look at what he is working on.

Aeryn Sun | Farscape

[expeacekeeper]

In Aeryn's experience, waking up in a strange place with no memory of how she got there is never good. Waking up in a strange place without her pulse pistol, doubly so. She's clearly not on Moya, and not on Talyn, because this ship is clearly not a living structure. Of course, that's assuming it's a ship and not a base somewhere.

"John?" she says aloud. "Pilot? Anyone?" She touches the spot where her com should be, and of course, it's not. "Frell," she swears lowly. Then she hears someone coming down the corridor, and she quickly presses herself to the wall behind a support beam.

Re: Aeryn Sun | Farscape

[screwyouharvey]

((Okay, I'll try to keep up with the thread, just poke me with a PM if I go quiet for a few days, my notifs keep getting way off))

Another day and more repairs. Well, it was always another day and more repairs as far as Crichton was concerned. But it was nice. No people bothering him, no crazy hauntings, no murders...just him, the station, and his tools.

And then he hears it.

At first, he discounts it as auditory hallucinations. The brain leeches. The weird visions. Whatever's left in the swiss-cheese he calls a brain. But...the voice continues even after he does his usual "shut it out" breathing exercises.

But he can ignore it no longer. He throws down the wiring tool and stands up, brushes his hands on his pants, and walks off towards the noise muttering under his breath.

"I don't care who the frel it is, that voice, that voice is off lim--"

He sees the hallway mostly empty and frowns. He even slumps a bit. "No, John, you're losing your frelling mind. It wasn't her, you were just reacting to whatever...thing has you seeing The Hulk and goddesses and weird...butler guys."

And then he slumps further, down to the floor.

"One good day here. That's all I want."

The Eleventh Doctor | Doctor Who

[spacepeterpan]

[The Eleventh Doctor strolls down aisles of the supply room, sonic screwdriver whirring away, green tip aglow as he waves it around at the various crates, clearly in search of something. He's quite wholly engrossed in the search--until he suddenly freezes, flicks the sonic out to its full extension, and stares at the side in disbelief with tinges of horror and disappointment.]

Self-sealing stem bolts? Why would anyone have so many self-sealing stem bolts?

[Eugh, the banality. No, this was clearly the wrong section altogether. Of course, he couldn't go and ask for help, especially at the cost of something to do... so he simply shakes his head in disbelief that anyone would stock anything so mundane, and soldiers on to the next aisle, sonic whirring.]

[faithfixesyou]

Shepherd Book was headed into the Supplies Bay to ask Gryf something about one of the repairs on the Station, but he is quite surprised to hear someone else wandering the rows. For a moment, he almost thinks it's the Doctor, fiddling with his TARDIS, but the man he sees is someone he doesn't recognize or hasn't met.

"Ah- hello?" Book exaggeratedly looks around, searching for the swarm of robots that should be descending upon the man. "I'd put that back. Gryf might not take too kindly to you going through her stuff."

[Action] - The Serenity

[causeimpretty]

Kaylee's eyes fluttered open as they did after every nights sleep. Her eyes focused the ceiling of the engine room, once again she fell asleep by her baby. It looked the same as it always did but then again she didn't expect anything different. She stood from her hammock and stretched her arms gingerly.

Her eyes wandered over to the engine and she felt her face fall. What happened to her ship! It's like someone else had been taken care of her. She ran through the ship not able to find a single soul on board. Her mind raced as she reached the cargo bay and peeked out onto the larger ship before them. It was the hanger to a larger ship. "What is goin' on?"

We're going to continue with today's theme of mismatches

[theendiswherewestartfrom]

The shift alert coming from inside the hangar was a new one. At first, Jack hoped he was finally going to get to see the arrival of another ship, but, no, only two ships stood in the bay. A quick call-out proved that there was no one on the Twilight Advance, not like there was any space to hide on board the vessel. So that left the Serenity.

Jack starts to make his way through the vessel, coming up through the open cargo bay hatch in the back. "Hello?" He remembers the layout of the ship, so he'll start to make his way through, calling out every so often. When he climbs up the steps from the lower level, he thinks he hears something in the very upper rear of the ship. The engine room.

"Hello?" Calls out again before he walks in. No coat, but there is a quite good-looking guy peeking into the engine room, Kaylee.

Edna Mode | the Incredibles

[fashionsbye]

[Edna walks quickly through the corridors, looking about with a frown on her face.]

No, no, this is all wrong, too flat, too brutal, too utilitarian, the sort of place a villain might call home perhaps, but definitely NOT my style.

[She calls out]

Hello!? Is anyone awake in this tin can? Have I been kidnapped or something? If so you shouldn't let your prisoners wander about, darling!

Re: Edna Mode | the Incredibles

[excellent_references]

[Jeeves appears at her elbow]

Not prisoners, mam. Simply...vigorously recruited occupants, I believe. And you are, of course, quite right about the state of the corridors. I do what I can, of course, but I express my deepest apologies, Miss...?

[He trails off and looks expectantly]

[mjolnirwielder]

[ooc: hope this isn't appallingly late!]

Thor had expected to wake up in a state of very-much-not-wishing-to-wake-up. It'd been a long, exhaustingly entertaining night, which hadn't finished until well after the sun had risen; he knew that he would pay the price for it when he awoke and he was willing to do so.

He had the expected headache, yes. And the feel as though several of Earth's domesticated animals had shed large quantities of fur in his mouth.

However, he had expected to wake up in his own bed.

Instead, he found himself on the floor in a corner of a room that looked nothing whatsoever like his SHIELD quarters, or those allotted to him by Tony Stark. He rose, unsteady, a hand to his head. "Where is this?" he called, and instantly regretted it as pain lanced through his head.

He took stock. At least he still had Mjolnir, and yes, he still had the giant fluffy teddy bear slippers that Tony had for some reason seen fit to gift him with.

I apologize in advance right now for very slow tagging - I just couldn't resist

[keepcalmandmischiefon]

The 'honorable', high and mighty Lady Sif was getting quite tired of the peasants on board at this rate. Never allowed down to the planet, no one would let her fly anything, and neither of the aggravating doctors would let her explore the big blue box sitting in the storage area.

This place was boring.

Quite tempted to kill someone else just to get things to livened up again.

With an exasperated sigh, the door to her room whizzed open and she stepped in...only to stop, a look of surprise on her face. Then of paling horror.

Thor. Thor was here. Thor was here. THOR WAS IN LOKI'S ROOM. Great, that meant that the giant oaf was here in this blasted Station, too! Stepping back out, she shut the door in front of her, hoping that was nothing more than a nasty vision or dream.]