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T E S T D R I V E |
"Don’t know when I’ll be back again."
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[Charlie's been having sleeping issues since her resurge. It's not due to complications, just that she isn't dealing with it well at all. She's done her best to hide it, but...she has been sneaking naps lately. Usually it's at the barracks, but when there's a relatively warm corridor and you're pretty sure nobody's walking around because of the absolute dark, well--
Well, you get tripped on by a son of a bitch who you killed shortly before getting tugged into the Ingress. Not that she knows it's him, mind. Still, that was her ribcage, and between that and the ungodly screech, she wakes up, spluttering and grumpy. She shoves the person off of her immediately with a mutter of:] Hey, get off of me! [before standing up and dusting herself off.
In the faint light of another passing jellyfish-thing, it's clear who the girl is. The only main differences are that the wound she'd incurred has scarred over, that she looks really tired, and that her right eye has been replaced with yellow glass. ... She hasn't seemed to catch the severity of the situation yet, though. The floating thingy was too high up to illuminate the person who tripped over her, and all she can see is the glowing shoulder bite. As for the voice? ... It was probably a coincidence.
She wants so, so badly for it to have been a coincidence. Perhaps that's why she doesn't speak up and is instead focusing on trying to get her bearings.]
Well, you get tripped on by a son of a bitch who you killed shortly before getting tugged into the Ingress. Not that she knows it's him, mind. Still, that was her ribcage, and between that and the ungodly screech, she wakes up, spluttering and grumpy. She shoves the person off of her immediately with a mutter of:] Hey, get off of me! [before standing up and dusting herself off.
In the faint light of another passing jellyfish-thing, it's clear who the girl is. The only main differences are that the wound she'd incurred has scarred over, that she looks really tired, and that her right eye has been replaced with yellow glass. ... She hasn't seemed to catch the severity of the situation yet, though. The floating thingy was too high up to illuminate the person who tripped over her, and all she can see is the glowing shoulder bite. As for the voice? ... It was probably a coincidence.
She wants so, so badly for it to have been a coincidence. Perhaps that's why she doesn't speak up and is instead focusing on trying to get her bearings.]
Edited 2016-07-17 03:21 (UTC)
[ Diana's lips quirk, and she looks faintly amused. ]
Though I'm not one to shy away from a challenge, I have no interest whatsoever in competing for that particular spot.
[ In any case, if she ever needs something from someone, she can simply ask and possibly offer something in return. But she doesn't want their service or servitude. ]
Though I'm not one to shy away from a challenge, I have no interest whatsoever in competing for that particular spot.
[ In any case, if she ever needs something from someone, she can simply ask and possibly offer something in return. But she doesn't want their service or servitude. ]
[As much as Yori appreciates the delicate shapes of the plants, she's seen some worrisome events near them.]
[But that was in a trapped school that didn't care much about its inhabitants. These are probably safer, right? Yori stands well back and examines the green shapes with a mixture of interest and caution.]
[If someone else is around it's a good chance to ask questions.]
Are you familiar with these plants?
[But that was in a trapped school that didn't care much about its inhabitants. These are probably safer, right? Yori stands well back and examines the green shapes with a mixture of interest and caution.]
[If someone else is around it's a good chance to ask questions.]
Are you familiar with these plants?
[ Stiles takes the hand, looking a little unsure. There's nothing about that statement that isn't ominous as hell. ]
So I'm just going to take your word for it and go with a strange man to a mysterious place.
So I'm just going to take your word for it and go with a strange man to a mysterious place.
[ Stiles nods. He's been through enough of these that he knows how to handle them in theory, but it's been a while and there's something just off enough that it's hard to focus on his breathing or his heartbeat or the low thrum of the ship. ]
Keep talking.
[ He's matching her awkwardness, maybe even surpassing it in his own head, but it's something he'll worry over later. ]
Keep talking.
[ He's matching her awkwardness, maybe even surpassing it in his own head, but it's something he'll worry over later. ]
[ He looks up at her quickly. Of all the people to see him like this, she's probably one of the people he's most comfortable with. If he had enough time to think about it, he might be surprised that she's here, but instead he's caught up in relief. ]
I don't want to be here.
I don't want to be here.
[ This trip wouldn't have happened if he'd been wearing the Bonnie suit. He was a lot more graceful, more... capable in that. He stays for a moment on the floor, until another creature follows the first, lighting up the hall for a moment to show him what he'd stumbled on.
His blood runs cold for a moment, the wound on his shoulder forgotten. It's nothing compared to the feeling of the springlock failure--
No, it wasn't a failure. It was deliberate, and it was caused by the girl staring into the blackness, the girl Dave had just stirred from sleep.
The Ingress had brought him here, and a whole host of others form their homes - he knew that, of course, but he had never thought he would see her. He never thought...
There is something strange about her, something wrong, but he doesn't catch it fast enough. The creature floats after the other, leaving them in darkness again - except for the bite, glowing on his shoulder, illuminating the curve of his jaw, his uneven stubble, the blood soaking into the shoulder of his shirt.
He's quiet for a long moment, savoring this. She thought she could escape him, by tripping those locks and leaving him to die. But now they're there together, and she can't escape him so easily. ]
You shouldn't sleep here. [ His voice is quiet. ] It's not safe.
His blood runs cold for a moment, the wound on his shoulder forgotten. It's nothing compared to the feeling of the springlock failure--
No, it wasn't a failure. It was deliberate, and it was caused by the girl staring into the blackness, the girl Dave had just stirred from sleep.
The Ingress had brought him here, and a whole host of others form their homes - he knew that, of course, but he had never thought he would see her. He never thought...
There is something strange about her, something wrong, but he doesn't catch it fast enough. The creature floats after the other, leaving them in darkness again - except for the bite, glowing on his shoulder, illuminating the curve of his jaw, his uneven stubble, the blood soaking into the shoulder of his shirt.
He's quiet for a long moment, savoring this. She thought she could escape him, by tripping those locks and leaving him to die. But now they're there together, and she can't escape him so easily. ]
You shouldn't sleep here. [ His voice is quiet. ] It's not safe.
He's always like.
[And here, Sideswipe puts his finger under his nose like a mustache.]
You must be serious forever! Way of the sword! Blah blah blah! Blah!
[And here, Sideswipe puts his finger under his nose like a mustache.]
You must be serious forever! Way of the sword! Blah blah blah! Blah!
[Another thing floating by gives Dave another opportunity to see what was so wrong - the right eye, a piece of glass instead of flesh and blood - and both eyes are wide in horror.
She remembers that voice. All she can utter in reply is a tiny, horrified:] No-
[She only manages to speak up again once she is invisible. After all, he's wounded and unarmed. He can't really do anything, can he?]
...Why are you here?
[He's dead, after all. Dead people shouldn't be moving.]
She remembers that voice. All she can utter in reply is a tiny, horrified:] No-
[She only manages to speak up again once she is invisible. After all, he's wounded and unarmed. He can't really do anything, can he?]
...Why are you here?
[He's dead, after all. Dead people shouldn't be moving.]
Edited 2016-07-17 04:51 (UTC)
[WELL that gets a laugh. And a PFFT.]
Oh, wow. Not the most exciting guy to hang around, huh?
Oh, wow. Not the most exciting guy to hang around, huh?
[OH GOOD he looks relieved.]
Yeah, I... have no idea. Science and engineering aren't really my strong points.
Yeah, I... have no idea. Science and engineering aren't really my strong points.
[Oh Drift, one day Sari is going to play you like a fiddle.]
Me neither! [Not even being her father's daughter can help with that.
And hey now she's going to just. Come closer to Drift to make the conversation better.
By trying to climb up onto him.]
Me neither! [Not even being her father's daughter can help with that.
And hey now she's going to just. Come closer to Drift to make the conversation better.
By trying to climb up onto him.]
No. He's like. The king of lame. The boss of lame. Even if he does have swords and scrap.
[She doesn't smoke every often, if ever, but now's a good a time as any. One cigarette won't kill her; if anything, the stress and lack of sleep will.
So she takes the cigarette, lights it, but doesn't quite immediately take a drag.
Better this than having him crawl about, possibly nearly attacking others. He seems sensible, at least, sneak attack aside. Knows more than he could let on, though how much is too soon to really tell.]
Isha Devan, at your service. [Not really.] Engineer, hacker, thief. Depends on the day, really.
[Said wryly as she now takes a drag. Q rounds out Isha and settles to sit just shy of the pair on deck.]
The scary people were incidental, I think. The unwanted attention was not. I'm not so sure there's any real plan, at least enough to warrant a horde of bodyguards and warriors on the off chance.
So she takes the cigarette, lights it, but doesn't quite immediately take a drag.
Better this than having him crawl about, possibly nearly attacking others. He seems sensible, at least, sneak attack aside. Knows more than he could let on, though how much is too soon to really tell.]
Isha Devan, at your service. [Not really.] Engineer, hacker, thief. Depends on the day, really.
[Said wryly as she now takes a drag. Q rounds out Isha and settles to sit just shy of the pair on deck.]
The scary people were incidental, I think. The unwanted attention was not. I'm not so sure there's any real plan, at least enough to warrant a horde of bodyguards and warriors on the off chance.
[ He grins, but the corners of his mouth twitch without really reaching his eyes. This is perfect. The Ingress brought him here, brought him to her, finally delivering him what he deserved. A way to settle unfinished business. She couldn't repeat what she'd done to him last time. He could finally have his say.
...Did he want to "say"? It was hard to remember exactly what was going through his mind that night, really. Especially now, with adrenaline coursing through him.
Dave picks himself up, coming to a stand to tower above her. The imbalance is intoxicating to him, even if it's only perceived.
But-- as the light catches her face again, and he searches it to read her expression, he notices the strange eye. Her face is bathed in a white-blue light, but he notices the flash of color, a yellow color. ...Had something happened to her? Something to force a replacement? He immediately thinks it must have been in the restaurant that last night, that perhaps one of the animatronics had lashed out at her, but... how could that have escaped his notice? He falters, trying to understand, the expression of glee immediately wiped from his face.
And then she asks her question, and he tilts his head, watching her intently. ]
I'm here because I was brought here. [ He wants to ask her if she's alone - almost half-expects one of her friends to round the corner, the tall boy or the blonde girl, perhaps - but he pauses too long, simply watching her instead, missing the beat most people would wait to continue their conversation. The silence that stretches is long and uncomfortable, but Dave doesn't seem to really understand. ]
...Did he want to "say"? It was hard to remember exactly what was going through his mind that night, really. Especially now, with adrenaline coursing through him.
Dave picks himself up, coming to a stand to tower above her. The imbalance is intoxicating to him, even if it's only perceived.
But-- as the light catches her face again, and he searches it to read her expression, he notices the strange eye. Her face is bathed in a white-blue light, but he notices the flash of color, a yellow color. ...Had something happened to her? Something to force a replacement? He immediately thinks it must have been in the restaurant that last night, that perhaps one of the animatronics had lashed out at her, but... how could that have escaped his notice? He falters, trying to understand, the expression of glee immediately wiped from his face.
And then she asks her question, and he tilts his head, watching her intently. ]
I'm here because I was brought here. [ He wants to ask her if she's alone - almost half-expects one of her friends to round the corner, the tall boy or the blonde girl, perhaps - but he pauses too long, simply watching her instead, missing the beat most people would wait to continue their conversation. The silence that stretches is long and uncomfortable, but Dave doesn't seem to really understand. ]
Yeah, gotta have at least one elder god on the radar, huh. I mean hopping dimensions is old hat; we've donned that shit how many times now? Better hurry up and swap your headgear for something more fashionable. Something with tentacles. And teeth. [He's literally just describing one of the eldritch monsters he saw out in the Furthest Ring, isn't he.] A lot of teeth, and really terrible singing.
[Yep. There's a beat of silence as he makes a mild face.]
Ok, now that I've reminded myself of how terrible their singing is, can we leave the deck before it starts whispering sinister nothings in my ear.
[Yep. There's a beat of silence as he makes a mild face.]
Ok, now that I've reminded myself of how terrible their singing is, can we leave the deck before it starts whispering sinister nothings in my ear.
...But I'm going to, aren't? Last thing I knew we were on our way back from the Necrobot's planet. I know people have come through the Ingress from after that.
[he shakes his head, backing away from drift.]
If-- when we get home, when that happens I'm going to end up being the type of scum who gives over his friends to the DJD then don't. Don't let it go. [riptide wouldn't if drift had done it to him, honestly. he hunches in on himself slightly, unable to bring himself to say he knew getaway was planning something regardless.] Ratchet is up on Mero deck. You'll probably want to see him more than me.
[he shakes his head, backing away from drift.]
If-- when we get home, when that happens I'm going to end up being the type of scum who gives over his friends to the DJD then don't. Don't let it go. [riptide wouldn't if drift had done it to him, honestly. he hunches in on himself slightly, unable to bring himself to say he knew getaway was planning something regardless.] Ratchet is up on Mero deck. You'll probably want to see him more than me.
Any trees?
( her lips twitch as she says it, but the amusement is warm. dutch doesn't share his faith, not really, but that doesn't mean she can't acknowledge the role it plays for him. )
Not sure yet. Shoot shit, probably. ( surely they'll need some sort of security aboard, and dutch isn't going to let herself be put in a situation in which she doesn't have access to weapons and ammo if she can help it. )
( her lips twitch as she says it, but the amusement is warm. dutch doesn't share his faith, not really, but that doesn't mean she can't acknowledge the role it plays for him. )
Not sure yet. Shoot shit, probably. ( surely they'll need some sort of security aboard, and dutch isn't going to let herself be put in a situation in which she doesn't have access to weapons and ammo if she can help it. )
A little further down the hall, Sam would hear a familiar voice, "Ow! Son of a--get back here, you glowing space pihrana!" One of the glowing creatures sped down the hall and disappeared from sight with Dean in tow. When the older Winchester spotted Sam and his entourage, his run slowed until he stopped a few feet from his brother.
"Don't piss 'em off, Sammy." He cradled the bleeding, glowing wound just below his MID on his wrist. He needed a weapon. Hell, he'd happily take a tennis racket at this point. Sam was surrounded. "Thought they might be fairies or souls at first, but souls should've bolted by now and from what I can tell, everyone can see them, so that rules out fairies."
As Dean spoke, he was moving very slowly and carefully around the bitey, glowing entities to get to Sam. He held his hands up slightly, palms out, in the most disarming way he could muster so he didn't provoke them further.
"Don't piss 'em off, Sammy." He cradled the bleeding, glowing wound just below his MID on his wrist. He needed a weapon. Hell, he'd happily take a tennis racket at this point. Sam was surrounded. "Thought they might be fairies or souls at first, but souls should've bolted by now and from what I can tell, everyone can see them, so that rules out fairies."
As Dean spoke, he was moving very slowly and carefully around the bitey, glowing entities to get to Sam. He held his hands up slightly, palms out, in the most disarming way he could muster so he didn't provoke them further.
[ he huffs a laugh, even though he'd been expecting something like that, although the smile on his face is a little bit broader and lingers a little bit longer than the others before it. ] A big one, yeah. You can see the whole thing, roots and all. [ actually it was seeing the tree that first calmed him when he arrived, but it wasn't until he saw the roots on the floor below, saw the candles lit around them, that he considered he might actually be okay here. he mentioned that he wasn't sure how well his faith would translate here without the specific background it derives from, given how fickle a thing faith can be, tied up in so many different facets and layers and individual from person to person as much as people themselves. he still isn't, but there's clearly something here, and he's interested in learning about it.
he sees it, the tree, instead of the stars for a moment. or maybe just in them, the leaves and points of light falling in line. this is how stars get their names, he thinks. he's never been able to see a picture in them so clearly.
anyway. ]
That sounds like a plan. Why change a tested method, right?
he sees it, the tree, instead of the stars for a moment. or maybe just in them, the leaves and points of light falling in line. this is how stars get their names, he thinks. he's never been able to see a picture in them so clearly.
anyway. ]
That sounds like a plan. Why change a tested method, right?
[ Bucky doesn't budge when he's shoved, although he registers the additional force behind the push -- but he knocks Andyr's hand away from his metal wrist none too gently, repelled by another's touch. He doesn't care for the additional commentary or the rage that he feels removed from; he doesn't need to know his life story.
Hell, Bucky's got enough to deal with on his own without someone else shoving their story into his face. He knows what it's like to be experimented on and used, to be a thing and a set of numbers instead of a person -- he doesn't require narration or a sordid blow by blow of what happens to lab rats who become soldiers; he just hates the idea of Hydra creating more like him, put out there in the world to hurt people. He doesn't want to discuss this, he doesn't even want it out there -- what good can it do now?
He turns away midway through the diatribe, the image of the ports on the back of his neck a haunting image of just what some people can do to another, the hell someone can put another through just because they can. He's no stranger to screaming and neither is Andyr, but while the other man seems perfectly happy to be a loose cannon, Bucky's more accustomed to keeping it tightly under wraps, buried where no one can see. ]
Don't ever touch me again.
[ He says in turn, a warning and a threat; disliking the liberties the man takes with personal space, only just keeping his own violent reaction in check. He's never been touched without being hurt, especially not from strangers wearing his own face, and old instincts, ingrained reactions to agonising stimuli die hard. Still, he remembers Andyr's code, just because he can.
But Andyr says Steve's name, and Bucky regards him with a mixture of suspicion and curiosity. ] How do you know him? [ Despite the man's violence, he's half-sure he wouldn't hurt Steve. And clearly, Steve trusted him to some degree. ]
Hell, Bucky's got enough to deal with on his own without someone else shoving their story into his face. He knows what it's like to be experimented on and used, to be a thing and a set of numbers instead of a person -- he doesn't require narration or a sordid blow by blow of what happens to lab rats who become soldiers; he just hates the idea of Hydra creating more like him, put out there in the world to hurt people. He doesn't want to discuss this, he doesn't even want it out there -- what good can it do now?
He turns away midway through the diatribe, the image of the ports on the back of his neck a haunting image of just what some people can do to another, the hell someone can put another through just because they can. He's no stranger to screaming and neither is Andyr, but while the other man seems perfectly happy to be a loose cannon, Bucky's more accustomed to keeping it tightly under wraps, buried where no one can see. ]
Don't ever touch me again.
[ He says in turn, a warning and a threat; disliking the liberties the man takes with personal space, only just keeping his own violent reaction in check. He's never been touched without being hurt, especially not from strangers wearing his own face, and old instincts, ingrained reactions to agonising stimuli die hard. Still, he remembers Andyr's code, just because he can.
But Andyr says Steve's name, and Bucky regards him with a mixture of suspicion and curiosity. ] How do you know him? [ Despite the man's violence, he's half-sure he wouldn't hurt Steve. And clearly, Steve trusted him to some degree. ]
[The funny thing is, Charlie isn't scared of him. Despite the fact that he's taller, despite all the awful things he's done?
She's dealt with worse by now, thanks to the Caducan invasion of the ship. She's died once already thanks to them, and had one of the freakiest experiences ever once her soul was, uh, "borrowed" to kick their butts.
What can he do to her that they didn't already do? She can't see him in this pitch darkness, true, but he can't see her either - and she can see the glowing bite mark. So no...she's not scared.
He's just a man, after all, and she's already killed him once. Perhaps more important is the fact that:]
You do know that if you kill anyone, you'll be sent to the brig, right? It isn't so easy to dodge that here.
[After all, one can simply ask the person who got killed once they come back.]
She's dealt with worse by now, thanks to the Caducan invasion of the ship. She's died once already thanks to them, and had one of the freakiest experiences ever once her soul was, uh, "borrowed" to kick their butts.
What can he do to her that they didn't already do? She can't see him in this pitch darkness, true, but he can't see her either - and she can see the glowing bite mark. So no...she's not scared.
He's just a man, after all, and she's already killed him once. Perhaps more important is the fact that:]
You do know that if you kill anyone, you'll be sent to the brig, right? It isn't so easy to dodge that here.
[After all, one can simply ask the person who got killed once they come back.]
Holding this over your head wouldn't do either of us any good.
[He's still not happy about it, but there's really no point in being pissed off at someone for something that hasn't even happened for them yet. But now he's just going to be all confused for a moment]
How long has he been here?
[He's still not happy about it, but there's really no point in being pissed off at someone for something that hasn't even happened for them yet. But now he's just going to be all confused for a moment]
How long has he been here?
...Observation Deck...
Ah.
[Though the way he arrived was certainly cause for concern, he had almost immediately forgotten any apprehension upon entering the observation deck. He could see--everything. He was in space. Nowhere he could readily identify, but that was no more surprising than being brought here in the first place. It is likely no one he knows or has ever heard of has gotten to see this part of the universe. Except perhaps Thor, though maybe not even him. The universe is so very vast, after all.
He could simply stay here, watching the slow drift of the stars as he passes through the void. An unexpected gift, but a gift all the same.]
Lovely.
[But this is a ship, and a ship needs a crew, so it is likely there are others here somewhere. Humans who have made their way out to the farthest reaches, defying the odds the way that humans always seem to. Although perhaps it is premature to think everyone--or anyone-- aboard is human. Any number of beings could be awaiting him. So much to see, if only he could tear his eyes away…
His thoughts are interrupted by the sound of footsteps behind him. He turns, hoping not to appear too eager. Reminding himself that it is best to be wary in situations like this.]
Hello?
...The Sun in Flight...
[He is alone, following a corridor to wherever it leads when the lights begin to dim, and then go out entirely. It is rather unsettling to be plunged into darkness and silence so suddenly in a place that is still so new. He is distinctly reminded of the moment just before his birth. A moment dark, and confined, and utterly lonely.
The Mind Stone in his forehead illuminates his immediate area with a faint yellow glow, but as he turns he can see another small light source at the end of the hall--a small white orb moving toward him.
What an odd place this is turning out to be.]
Why hello. [He steps closer to the orb, arm outstretched, palm open to it. Foolish, perhaps, but he’s quite curious.] Is all this your doing?
Ah.
[Though the way he arrived was certainly cause for concern, he had almost immediately forgotten any apprehension upon entering the observation deck. He could see--everything. He was in space. Nowhere he could readily identify, but that was no more surprising than being brought here in the first place. It is likely no one he knows or has ever heard of has gotten to see this part of the universe. Except perhaps Thor, though maybe not even him. The universe is so very vast, after all.
He could simply stay here, watching the slow drift of the stars as he passes through the void. An unexpected gift, but a gift all the same.]
Lovely.
[But this is a ship, and a ship needs a crew, so it is likely there are others here somewhere. Humans who have made their way out to the farthest reaches, defying the odds the way that humans always seem to. Although perhaps it is premature to think everyone--or anyone-- aboard is human. Any number of beings could be awaiting him. So much to see, if only he could tear his eyes away…
His thoughts are interrupted by the sound of footsteps behind him. He turns, hoping not to appear too eager. Reminding himself that it is best to be wary in situations like this.]
Hello?
...The Sun in Flight...
[He is alone, following a corridor to wherever it leads when the lights begin to dim, and then go out entirely. It is rather unsettling to be plunged into darkness and silence so suddenly in a place that is still so new. He is distinctly reminded of the moment just before his birth. A moment dark, and confined, and utterly lonely.
The Mind Stone in his forehead illuminates his immediate area with a faint yellow glow, but as he turns he can see another small light source at the end of the hall--a small white orb moving toward him.
What an odd place this is turning out to be.]
Why hello. [He steps closer to the orb, arm outstretched, palm open to it. Foolish, perhaps, but he’s quite curious.] Is all this your doing?
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