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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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."

[expeacekeeper]

[ooc: Will do! Also, I'm taking Aeryn from circa s3 ep5, before John was duplicated.]

It's his voice, she would recognize it anywhere. She looks out from behind the beam and sees him slumping to the floor.

"John."

She doesn't hesitate, even though this would not be the first time some creature took John's form, or used John's body. If that's what's going on, she'll deal with it. For now she's going to him, crouching down touching his shoulder.

"John?"

[screwyouharvey]

Crichton looks up, and rage and sadness fight for control of his face for a few moments before he just looks confused and tired.

"Aeryn?"

He looks up at her and slowly stands up.

"Aeryn?"

He stands there, his mouth hanging open for a few seconds, dumfounded, and then puts a hand on her shoulder, partly to feel if she's there, and partly to touch her, to be close to her again. And then it dawns on him he should ask.

"It's you, right? Your name isn't Bettina Fairchild or something?"

[expeacekeeper]

Bettina Fairchild? Aeryn figures it's one of those earth things that he says even though no one ever knows what he's talking about. She raises her eyebrows slightly and gives a small shake of her head, a shorthand gesture for are you damaged?

She lifts her hand, settles it on his upper arm.

"Yes, of course it's me, John. What's going on? Where are we?"

[screwyouharvey]

Crichton can't help himself and hugs her tight. He's tearing up. It's too much. If it's true, it means his wife's here, and there's no one he'd want to see in the whole galaxy than her and Little D. If it's false...he doesn't care at the moment. He will in another moment, but he doesn't care at the moment.

"Well, either I'm goin' crazy on a space station fulla people outta Earth culture, who're all nuts, and you just showed up, which makes everything okay...or it's a simulation, or Scarran torture, or someone's playin' another game with me. Whole thing doesn't look like the chair or the Scarrans or Maldis, though, so I'm goin' with simulation if this isn't real." He laughs, a small, low sound.

"But you'n'me are here, we're together, and we'll kick this thing's ass, whatever it is." His look hardens a little, and then as a stray thought crosses his mind, and he frowns.

"Okay, this is really gonna sound weird, but since I've seen other people from Moya-- Pip, Zhaan-- what's the last thing you remember before you got here?"

[expeacekeeper]

He hugs her, and she's a little startled. They've been close, but after what happened, after she died, after Zhaan had sacrificed herself to bring her back...she's kept him at arm's length.

It didn't change how she feels about him, though. She doesn't know what's happened, but it's clear he's upset. It's clear he needs her, for whatever reason. So she hugs him back, just as tightly.

"I think we're both here. Wherever here is."

She pulls back when he mentions their friends, though, frowning at him.

"Zhaan. You've seen Zhann. John, Zhaan is dead."