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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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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?"

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?"

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.

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.

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.

"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."

Crichton reluctantly put his arm around Zhaan and squeezed a little. "Yep, it's good ta see you too. Even if this isn't real, you popping up even for a second means I'm gonna get out of this alive, so we got that goin' for us." He made a small noise in the back of his throat and just held her.

"Thing is...it was a good death, hell, ya brought Aeryn back from the dead, practically. But it was kind of my fault..." he looks at her. "Hey, just so I know, when are you as far as things're concerned? We have the fight about the crackers yet? Blew up that moonbase? Help me out, here. I know we can't change the future much, that's kind of a story for another time, but I figure it can't hurt to get each other caught up."

"I assure you, I feel quite real for an illusion," Zhaan smiled and leaned close as John put and arm around her. Reassured at the familiar contact.

"You and D'Argo were loading up the shuttle with enough explosives to level the moonbase. Everyone was arguing. Afraid because we were splitting up." She turned hopeful eyes towards him. "But we find one another again?"

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.

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."

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

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

"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?"

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.

"So it would seem," Zhaan looked up from the small creature and what sounded like contented rumbling at the attention. "I was turning a corner on another ship and found myself here."

And now she does the I'm going to flop onto your foot so you can't move maneuver.

"Really? And you nae felt anything?" Trever asks curiously.

"Merely a moment's dizziness," kneeling down she smiled at the small furry creature, stroking along her soft fur. "It was quite strange."

"Aren't you an affectionate little one?"

"I be asleep when it happened for me," Trever says, leaning up against the wall.

Then he snorts. "She be a little attention whore. Like all cats."

[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?

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?

[He gives her a polite nod in response.]

Doctor Mordin Solus, Salarian. Was in similar circumstances before finding myself here. Afraid this is unknown space. Only one planet local. No distant stars visible. We have simply been calling this The Station.

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