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.

Comments

[faithfixesyou]

"We are," Book confirms, lightly. He has been learning to try to keep the explanation as casual as possible, try not to make too big a deal of what is happening to them. He looks around the room, and, of course, they're in one of the few places without windows, so he can't show this man the same thing that finally drove home the entire point of their situation for him.

"We are currently on board a space station, I've been told the local year is somewhere in the 3500's," Book can never quite remember the right number. "There are about two dozen of us on board, all coming from different times and places, different worlds."

Book smiles in an attempt at reassurance. This man doesn't seem like Book's typical idea of a space traveler. "I know it might seem a little hard to believe, space and time travel, but we've found plenty of evidence to help prove it."

[spacepeterpan]

"Space.. and.. time travel. Yes, that's quite a doozy, there."

This is possibly even better than when some human just a few decades old calls him a young man. Now if only he had his TARDIS on hand to really get the reversal in with the maximum impact.

"I don't suppose anyone's figured out just why it is you've all been collected up like that? Bit peculiar, don't you think?"

His attention seems to wander a little as he glances around, although he's taking in the situation. Of course it's a space station, the gravity's clearly artificial; a glance at his watch ought to confirm the date, as well. If there's an explanation, though, it's not obvious from the environment. Not yet, anyway.

"Haven't been hearing any creepy voices, or seeing statues that move about when you're not looking?"

[faithfixesyou]

Book doesn't quite pick up on the Doctor's tone, he just keeps smiling patiently. "There doesn't seem to be an overarching reason, as of yet. There have certainly been a lot of strange occurrences. No statues, but not too long ago, for example, everyone fell asleep at once, and we seemed to be falling into each other's dreams. I've also heard mention of an incident where a number of people on board were turned into horses."

"Not all of it has been benign, though, apparently there was also an attack, by things that people here described as zombies. Sounded a lot more like Reavers, from my world." Book frowns, and shakes his head to dispel that thought.

"A few people on board have theories, though. Gryf runs this place, but she doesn't know how we're getting here. Shipmaster 'Vadum would also likely be helpful to talk to, he's been here for quite a long time. Or, you could try talking to the Doctor. His explanations aren't always the most clear, though."

[spacepeterpan]

"Dreams. Hmm."

Interesting. It could be a situation like-- okay.

"...and horses."

Probably not psychic pollen. Zombies, as well? Curiouser and curiouser.

His eyebrows (such as they are) pop up at the mention of the Doctor, though. It's always fun meeting someone else who's just called "the Doctor." Well. Mostly fun. As fun as anything else that usually leads to getting shot at, but let's be honest, that seems to include most things worth doing.

"Talking to the Doctor, eh? Well, I'm sure I could do worse. All right, then." He straightens his bow tie casually, beaming as though this is all a great lark. "Take me to your Doctor."