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The Station: Test Drive

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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Zhaan had been carefully making her way around the station for the last arn without seeing a soul. No DRDs, no contact with Pilot, Moia or anyone else. The small comm badge on her wrist was utterly dead.

Still, she didn't panic. It wasn't a Peacekeeper station, so she would explore into finding out where she was, how she got there and more importantly, how to go home.

Crichton was fresh out of the medbay. It wasn't his first coma (it was, like, his fourth. He felt like he should get some kind of a discount on things), and he didn't feel like getting checked out by the same guy who put a brain leech on his neck, but it wasn't like he had much of a choice in the matter.

But as he rounded the corner and saw Zhaan, he stopped. After a moment, he walked back into the medical bay, then stopped, then walked out again. Still there. His eyes went wide and he blinked a few times, shook his head, and blinked a few more times. Yep. Still there.

"Now I know this is all in my head. Took 'em long enough to start throwin' you at me. What is this? Manifestation of my own guilt? I shoot Aeryn during a game of William Tell?"

He advanced on Zhaan. "What? What...are you...doing...here?"

In Medbay she will be greeted by a black cat. A cat that stares up at her from the floor with wide yellow eyes that don't blink. That horrible soul stealing look that cats give.

Horrible.

Horrible.

Horrible.

[Mordin had stepped out of the lab to get some food, so he was surprised to find a guest on his return. Well, he wasn't surprised to find someone there specifically, but the skin color caught the Salarian off guard.]

Asari? No. Something else. Missing cranial superstructure. What are you? Who are you?

It wasn't the first time she'd seen John act strangely; it was rather the norm to be at least vaguely puzzled by what he said on a regular basis. So when he saw her, walked away and repeated the process, she simply waited him out.

Sometimes it was best that way. Let him get.. whatever it was out of his system before she could decipher what exactly was going on in his head.

"William Tell? John, what are you talking about? Aeryn is fine, as are Dargo and Chiana. I've been unable to locate contact Pilot, Moia or even Talyn. John, what is this place?"

Terrible, sneaky cats. Zhaan crouches down beside the cat, offering her fingers with a small smile. "Well hello there. At least I don't appear to be completely alone on this station."

Delvian, actually. [A slight bow followed by a warm smile.] Pa'u Zhoto Zhaan. I've only found myself here.. rather unexpectedly it seems. I was last on a very different ship, no doubt in another portion of the system.

Can you tell me where I am?

"Mrrow?" She butts her head against the blue lady's hands. Scratchies?

Around the corner something drops followed by some light cursing in Gaelic.

That set him off. Crichton started laughing and had to lean against the wall. He sighed for a moment, took his time, and then straightened back up. "What am I...well, f'r starters, I was damn sure this wasn't all in my head. It worked. I was convinced.

He laughs.

"But then crap like this happens. So!"

He advances closer, getting right near her, counting off items on his fingers.

"One, you died about two, maybe three cycles ago saving Aeryn. Two, D died about one or two cycles ago. Time gets kinda weird up here, it got kinda weird after you died, too. Three, whoever's running this needs to update their information, because the easiest way to tell this is fake and get me on their bad side is to wave you and D in front of me, and four, Pip ain't fine, she was on here too. Is on here. Whatever."

He stands there, breathing angrily for a few minutes, and then shakes his head. "Frel it, I'm findin' my way out." He starts to walk away.

This didn't look like Ponyville, and it certainly wasn't the Everfree Forest. It still felt off to Fluttershy though. There were no creatures--at least not ones she felt she could identify as friendly. Keeping her wings tucked close, trying to hold her head up even through her nerves as she walked.

It was too well organized to not be a garden though, of some kind. "Um..excuse me..." Quiet, voice small. Then taking a deep breath, and trying once more. "Hello??" Well--that would be normal speaking volume for anyone who wasn't her.

Jack got the new person alert, and, crap, it was coming from the Gardens. That was the location that would get Jack to drop everything and find the new person immediately, just in case they wandered in the wrong direction.

"Hello?" Jack calls out as he gets closer. He barely hears the timid voice. "Hang on, I'm coming to-" Jack stops dead as he rounds the last bend and the owner of the voice comes into view. "...you."

Jack stares for a few seconds. He stops, blinks, and then stares some more as his mind tries to catch up to this.

It's a pony.

It's a talking pony.

With wings.

They're real.

Oh good, the voice sounded like someone who knew what they were doing. Maybe they could point Fluttershy in the right direction...

That...was not a pony. It.........Fluttershy wasn't sure what this thing was, but it wasn't a pony. A blink, several blinks actually as she stares back. Kind of frozen in nerves and fear and oh what to do now, what to do now? There's a faint little squeak-type noise of distress, and Fluttershy finally backs up a step.

Okay. It seems that the pony is just as startled by Jack as he is of it. He holds his hands out, and actually takes a knee to get closer to Fluttershy's level. Well, he heard it talking earlier, and he's going to have to assume that it has the same level of intelligence that they all did when they were ponies.

"Um. Hi. Sorry I scared you. Please don't run off, this isn't the safest place if you go off the path." He looks a little worried at the idea of accidentally scaring Fluttershy into actual danger. "My name is Jack, who are you?"

Fluttershy actually did look ready to take another step back, and stops abruptly with the warning. Definitely a little nervous here. There's another blink, and another, and then she puts her head down slightly.

"...'m Fluttershy" It's kind of mumbled, but not as badly as she had been when Twilight first showed up. Progress--at least sort of.

Fluttershy. Could this situation get any more adorable? Okay. Either Crichton was right, or Jack has completely snapped and started hallucinating. At this point, he isn't sure which idea is more terrifying.

"Well, it's nice to meet you, Fluttershy. It might be a little hard to explain what's just happened. Where were you right before this?" Give him a little bit of a basis to work with, so he can figure out how simplistic he needs to make his explanation.

It...he? Some kind of not-pony Stallion? At least he seemed nice; Fluttershy took a guess with the voice and posture, especially now that he wasn't so tall.

"It's......nice to meet you too." Kind of hiding behind her hair there, but at least it wasn't mumbled. "I was just on my way to Mr Beaverton's dam to see how the construction was going."

He didn't look like anything she'd ever encountered before--except for Discord, who walked on two legs like he did. But this not!pony was definitely not a draconequis. Still sort of hiding behind her hair, but tilting her head to see more clearly. "I'm...forgive me if this is rude, but...what kind of creature are you?" Ok, so it was rude, and she ducked back--but she was definitely curious now.

Jack's eyebrows go up at that. Okay, no humans on her world. There go most of the shared points of reference that Jack could use to explain what's going on here. Goodie. He's going to have to make this up on the fly.

"I'm a human. Most of the other people here are human, too. I'm afraid we don't have any other, uh, ponies? Winged ponies? Sorry if this is rude, but what do you call yourself?"

Human? That's....new. No more backing away, and slowly bringing her head up. A new creature to make friends with? Oh but she's surrounded...but...new creatures!

"Oh, I'm a pegasus-pony." Another head-tilt down, and carefully unfurling her wings. Still nervous, but being put more at ease with the gentle conversation so far. "You...don't have any other ponies? No unicorn-ponies either, do you?"

It was almost too much for her to process at once as John ticked off one horrifying fact after another. She remembered none of it, but there was no reason to doubt Crichton or the raw grief simmering behind that anger. Aeryn dying? D’Argo gone?

Oh no, John. You’re not walking away from her after that.

Zhaan follows close behind until she can catch his arm and spin him around. “John! What are you talking about? Aeryn was fine a moment ago, she was on Talyn, she was finally reaching him. D’Argo isn’t dead, he was arguing with Rygel over yet another imagined slight.”

Because D'Argo can't be dead. He can't.

"Hello indeed," she smiles, letting her fingers wander over the soft, thick fur. The creature was unfamiliar, but it's mannerisms weren't. It wanted attention and she was happy to oblige.

"A friend of yours?"

Pegasus pony. Of course she is. Stop asking if this can get more adorable, Jack, because your mind can obviously keep going with this.

Jack shakes his head, and he remembers how some of the other people had gotten turned into other variations of ponies. Hadn't K-9 gotten a horn? That was pretty funny. "No unicorns, either."

"Um, can you tell me a little bit about your world, where you just came from? I don't know how much I'm going to have to explain." Jack floofs out his coat and takes a seat, because this might take a while.

There's another option in all of this, one Crichton wanted to consider, but wasn't quite willing to. But then Zhaan grabs him and spins him around. He rips his arm out of her grasp.

"Aeryn is fine. As far as I know. Buut since I'm seeing dead people and fictional characters walkin' around, the jury's pretty much out." He sighs.

"Okay, three possibilities: One, whatever the hell this station is, it's just pluckin' people out of spacetime at random for no reason. Likely, but a longshot. In which case you're not dead. Yet. Two, I'm dead or in a coma or something on Moya," he slumps against the floor, chuckling a little, "which means this is all in my head, and I'm just remembering you. Pretty likely. And the third, this is the Ancients or the Scarrans frelling with my head again. Very likely, except the Scarrans are supposed to piss off and leave me and my family alone. And the Ancients are supposedly done with me. None of these are good options right now for you, but since you might be fictional, I don't care much."

He slumps against the wall. "But when I'm from, yes, you're dead. You died saving us, if that helps. Saving me and Aeryn. I watched...I watched it happen. We couldn't do anything. You managed to hold on until we got back to Moya, and then you died. D'argo died later on. I didn't see him go, but since he was fighting half the Scarran military, I don't think his odds were too good."

He looks up, eyes wet.

"And now I'm waitin' for the scene to change and Sparky to float in wearing a gimp mask and an evening gown, because that's usually what happens when I start havin' conversations with dead friends." He chuckles.

Cats can be pretty obvious when they want attention. Yes. Right there. Okay. That feels good.

Trever pokes his head around the corner and looks at her. "Oh. Hello. You be new here?" He doesn't seem to be taken aback by the lady's blue skinned appearance. Or her existing there at all. But he's seen a lot of weird. Also, Veena likes her and he uses her as a character gauge.

No other ponies at all; oh my, that was a scary thought. Fluttershy is ducking her head slightly to hide behind her hair once more. "Um, oh, I..." Stuttering a bit, before quieting.

Moving to settle herself, since this clearly is more complicated and distressing than she'd thought. "What...do you want to know? I mean, I don't know where to start, especially if you don't have ponies..." Oh, why did she have to be the one in this situation?

"Oh John," her voice is soft and heartbroken as she kneels beside him, wanting nothing more than to draw him close and soothe away that hurt. Not just as a Pa'u, but because she loved him. He was part of her family on Moia. Gently she cups his cheek. It's a terrifying story to be sure, but he's never had much cause to lie to her, not about something like that.

"Then if that is how I meet my death, it will be a good one if it saves you and Aeryn." She slips an arm around him, hoping the contact will reassure and steady him. "But that hasn't come to pass yet. I'm here and I'm very glad to see you."

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