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The Station: Test Drive

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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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[That clenches it for Jack. Everybody really is coming from different realities.]

"I guess that takes away the possibility of paradox. I had just left 2009. We had already made first and second and third contact and more. And none of them were nice. Lots of invasions imminent, but, well...that's what I was there for."

[Jack looks away at the reminder of the responsibility that he left behind.]

"Yes, time paradox would be...problematic. Still, many dangerous races. Reapers seek to wipe out all sentient. Add to their number. Extinction by harvest. Has happened before."

[Jack's morbid curiosity will not let the question be. He ponders for a moment.]

"Hmm. Are we talking, transforming living people into their kind, or killing people and harvesting the cells? We've had...both."

"The function of the communicator does not require a raised voice to render your transmission coherent." That will be Kittan's introduction to KOS-MOS as he comes to a hall junction, where she is approaching at right angles to his path.

"In fact, you are likely decreasing the transmission quality with your current volume," she adds, calm and dispassionate.

"Living victims melted down into genetic slurry. Converted into sentient techno-organic spacecraft. Worked with Commander Shepard to destroy Human-Reaper in production."

[Jack nods grimly.]

"Close to Daleks, from our universe. Exterminate all life just because it is not Dalek, refine the cells of those they kill to make Daleks more perfect. The Doctor once called them the physical embodiment of hatred. Do the Reapers give a reason for what they do?"

[Harry leans against the wall, smoking a cigarette carefully in his fingers. One of them is a little loose, so he has to hold the cigarette carefully while he smokes, but otherwise it's fairly secure. He doesn't realize he's broadcasting his inner thoughts through his comm device (he thinks it's just a fancy tape recorder), but pretty much anyone can hear him. He also sounds like he's narrating to someone, though there's no one around.]

So. Um. I guess I'm on a spaceship now. I've wandered around a couple of...days? Yeah, I think that's right. Anyway I'm not sure whether it's a green-skinned space chicks kind of deal or...y'know, the kind of thing where a monster pops out of your chest and starts eating people's faces-- with my luck lately, it'll be a green-skinned space chick who pops out of my chest...and eats someone's face. Um. Yeah, did I mention this is gonna get kinda grim? I'm stuck in space-- it kind of goes with the territory, but yeah, that was kinda dark.

In any case, I'll get back to you later. I'm...gonna try to see if they have decent coffee around here.

[Harry flips off the recorder]

I'm guessing that one's going to be a big "no"...

[Playing with a bit of equipment, he manages to engineer a large pistol sized device. Pointing it at a pre set target, he pushed the trigger and a bolt of electricity strikes the target. Of course, the thing fries itself in the process.]

Maybe I'll stick to making a taser...

[The lack of equipment he has to work with does not help.]

"Ciel, this is Zero. Please respond."

The red-armored figure's voice was calm, almost unnaturally so given the circumstances, but there was an unmistakeable hint of irritation creeping into it. As if this wasn't the first time he'd made the transmission. Of course, there was no response, so with a disgusted 'tch' he pulled his hand away from his helmet and began to take stock of his surroundings.

One hand hovered near the white tube holstered on his thigh, just in case.

"...Area X?" That was (as far as he knew) his only time in outer space, but there was something off about the view through the large glass windows. ...ah. That was it. He couldn't see the Earth below. A deep frown spread across his face as he turned away from the window. Something was very wrong here. And he didn't like being surprised.

Ezri took notice of a few things about the stranger--the armor, the way he spoke in what sounded like codenames, and not least, the way his hand stayed quite near an object that was probably a weapon. She decided she'd stay over at her end of the corridor rather than get too close and risk startling him.

"I'm not sure about Area X. But the planet is called Bothaious, and the Station itself--doesn't actually have a name that I know of. Hello there."

Well, one might think after all the faults in his memory and all he'd been through, Alex wouldn't be surprised to find himself somewhere with no idea how he got there, or where it was. At least this time, it wasn't flat on a table with people about to dissect him. It was also quiet, and kept him on edge--not that one would know it, with his hands in his pockets as he walked.

Eventually one door led to a hallway led to a door and this was at least a well-lit area. Looked like a mess hall out of some science fiction show. Which meant, that there were probably other people. So the smart thing now, was for him to explore the room and try to figure out how they got the food and drinks.

So, there is a strange man in jeans and a leather jacket over a grey-hoodie, hands in his pockets, wandering around your mess hall, Station...

Edited 2013-02-28 22:57 (UTC)

[The shinobi walked the hallways, eyes glazed over as he looked at the various techno bits he could see in the station hallways. He'd been around some very basic computers before during his stays at the Hospital back home, but this stuff was just weird. Every so often he took out a kunai and tapped a wall, frowning some. Something about this place just felt really off. It wasn't the constant thrum, he could live with that. It wasn't the recycled air, he'd handled worse from the afore mentioned hospital. Whereever he was though, he knew one thing: they better have ramen or there'd be hell to pay.]

[Gryf, arms full of material, didnt't exactly see forward as she came down the hall. Mostly, she was in a damn good mood now that she wasn't some blasted bird creature and her head was full of the Station's whirling.

Unfortunately, that didn't prove well for her not slamming right into someone as she wasn't paying attention, spilling the pile of fabric everywhere.]

[Naruto was frowning and muttering softly about a severe lack of ramen when suddenly he fell over, cloth falling all over him]

Gah!! Who turned out the lights-ttebayo?!

[He tried to swim his way out of the fabric, to get a look at the person he'd suddenly bumped into.]

Oh... Hello!

[Gryf also pushed fabric aside, shaking her head as hair fell out of her ponytail and into her face.] What the-- [Eyeing over this stranger.] ANOTHER one?!

[He blinked in confusion at the comment, before his eyes went wide and he grabbed her shoulders almost comically]

Another shinobi??? Which one?? Hinata-chan?? Sakura-chan?? BAA-CHAN?!?

[He finally stopped shaking her, the manic in him slowing down. His head hung low and the hair covered his eyes as he waited for her to reply]

[Jack appears in a good mood when he walks through the door to the mess hall, but the smile on his face promptly disappears when he spots the new person that he doesn't recognize. He gets a very frustrated expression, instead.] "Son of a..."

[Jack gives a tight-lipped smile that isn't actually happy at the newbie.] "Hi. How long have you been here?"

[Alex heard the curse, and while he wasn't unused to being greeted that way...he hadn't expected it here. Turning slightly, he regarded the other man for a moment, noticing the clear frustration on his face, even if there was a smile. Not a very good smile, either...]

"...should I ask you the same? My memory's a bit fuzzy, actually."

[Well, so far he wasn't being regarded with anything other than normal caution. That's a good thing.]

[Jack slumps down at a table.] "I've been here a while, you just woke up here, since I haven't run into you yet, and if you just woke up here and no one noticed, that means our detection system isn't working. Not your problem."

[Jack's tone sounds like he's given this speech before.] "Welcome to the Station, we're currently on a space station in a section of dead space, and people are randomly getting transported here somehow, and we as of yet have no idea why or how."

[Jack sighs.] "Captain Jack Harkness. You are?"

[Alex turned fully to watch the other man, taking his time as he was given the information. Not good news, but he's heard worse. Maybe.]

"Captain...military?"

[If so, Alex wanted to know what branch, and where from... He knew he was already pretty well enemy number one in the USA....]

"...Alex."

[Jack's accent is very obviously American, but the coat with Captain rank on it isn't. He shakes his head at Alex's question.] "Not exactly, and definitely not any more. Long story."

"Alex. You didn't wake up in any trouble or anything? Some people haven't exactly woken up in the safest situations." [Alex should count himself lucky he woke up with clothing.]

[Well, that got his attention and held it...although that Jack still viewed himself as a captain was interesting. Still, Alex relaxed minutely, shifting his weight and moving closer to the table Jack was sitting at.]

"Nope...I'm pretty good at getting myself out of trouble too."

[And getting himself in to trouble, although that also wasn't always his fault...]

"...Alex Mercer. We're on a space-station?"

[If Alex was expecting Jack to recognize his name, there is no change in Jack's expression.] "Yep. There are viewports around if you want to see, but there's not much out there. We're in a section of Dead Space, so, we've got one planet and its sun down below, but nothing else. No stars, no other planets, nada." [Jack gives another humorless smile.] "Sorry I don't have better news."

[Welcome disappointment, really. That's a good thing.]

"And we've got no idea how we got here?"

[Making it more of a statement than a question, and pacing a bit.]

"Is the station itself fully operational?"

[Offering a faint-half-smile of his own, rare dry humor showing through in the gesture.]

"I'm used to getting bad news. This is bad, but not the worst I've heard."

"The scientists on board have a few ideas. I'd been hoping to get a detection system to know when people show up so we can get a better idea, but, well," [Jack waves a hand at Alex,] "obviously, it needs a little work."

"As for fully operational, is every single section of the Station up? No. This place was mostly abandoned for a while, so some parts have fallen into disrepair. Are the parts that are going to keep us alive up? Yes. Life support, power, supplies, replicators, we're good. If you run into a locked door, don't force it open. The sections that are locked off, we can't guarantee that they have life support up."

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Um... in the Mess Hall? (edited for a typo, sorry)

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How old are you playing him, by the way? Your icons range quite a bit.

Fourth Shinobi War Age (16)

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