tdm 14

[hohnkai]

T E S T D R I V E

Survival is the exception "living is an act of courage." THROUGH THE INGRESS The Ingress has pulled you in. Your body experiences several sensations at once: being pushed forward as if a hand is resting on your back, momentary and startling blindness, a gentle ringing in your head. You have difficulty discerning whether it is hot or cold, but where you have been prodded is noticeably warmer than the rest of you. Some may suffer from dizziness while others are perfectly fine. Once equilibrium has been reestablished, you will notice you are standing on a rocky planet. Former crew of the Moira are there to greet you, and it’s a grim message they have to share. The Moira has crashed and is beyond repair, but there’s good news... the destination the crew has been heading towards for over a year? You’re standing on it. But before you get into exploration and survival, it’s best to deal with the effects of coming through a broken Ingress. ☄ slip and trip find your footing fast Coming through the Ingress has left your character with one of three changes - an age slip, a form of body horror, or an extreme weakness. The first, the age slip, will mean that the character is either older or younger and this change can’t be rectified during their first month in game. The second, body horror, comes in the form of an alteration to the character's body due to whatever they were carrying at the time they came through. If they were wearing a watch, it’s now fused to their wrist, clothes are permanent, knifes replace fingers, and many other alterations (anything goes) and it lasts the first month as well. The third, extreme weakness, can be a mental or physical decrease - weaker arms, legs, or the weaker ability to talk or do math. ooc: the choice of change is up to each player and this prompt can be game canon. ☄ introductions aren’t awkward as long as you don’t shake their hand too long A new planet. Physical and mental changes. Talk of a ship that crashed and a Hub that is home to the ‘creators’ of a technology you’ve never heard of. A lot is happening and the best way to sort through it is by getting to know the Moira’s crew. They’ll help you settle in and get you any care you might need, all the while informing you that the group is on its way to the center of the hub. Something that might seem mundane is an absolute necessity for survival. Ask a seasoned space traveling veteran for answers and guidance. ooc: this prompt can be game canon. ☄ dealer's choice just make the right one Characters have the option of coming through an Ingress that is any possible location on this planet. It can be inside a cave, at the top of a rock formation, etc. This means you can have your character have to climb or slide down, have them yelling for help, and have other characters see them and come to their aid. Your character's arrival is completely up to you, and since this is a unique situation that hasn't happened before, go nuts with it! ooc: this prompt can be game canon. OUT OF CHARACTER INFO FAQ | LOCATIONS | RESERVES | APPLICATIONS | NAVIGATION For mature or graphic content, please label. For questions, please direct them to the FAQ. As always, be kind and have fun!

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[hawkethat]

[?????]

What do you mean, it did a number on me? [He uses his free hand to pat his own chest a little uncertainly, and then reaches up to smooth his hair and scratch briefly at his beard. Everything seems to be in order...

He twists his arm in Varric's grip slightly, just enough to return that forearm clasp. The physical contact, in addition to just the sight of his best friend, is hugely comforting.]

And when have I ever had any idea what's going on? Your guess is as good as mine. [SHRUG] Although if you want my opinion, it looks to me like someone else is having a really bad day and decided to drag a bunch of innocent bystanders through time and space to share in it.

[neverheardofhim]

[If not for Hawke's movement, he might have pointed out the rather prevalent beard that had somehow managed to sprout itself from their face. The fact that Hawke didn't pay it any mind left him, unbelievable as it was, speechless.]

[Good thing those moments never seemed to last. And the clasp against his arm was at least enough of a reminder that, no matter how they looked, the person in front of him was still his best friend.]

How did you manage the beard? [Well, maybe he couldn't quite get over it. Facial hair was a bit too Dwarf-y for him, even on humans. And he always had Hawke pegged for an evil goatee sort of gal, anyway.]


You're not kidding about the bad day. They look like I could use a drink.

[hawkethat]

[Hawke blinks at the question, and looks into Varric's face very carefully, a highly concerned expression on his own face.

Varric, buddy...did you hit your head?]

The same way you manage your chest hair, I would assume. Good luck and even better genes.

[neverheardofhim]

[A single eyebrow rose, very nearly threatening to scrape at his own hairline. Truly, his chest hair was remarkable, but that was normal. Beards on people he normally recognized as women?]

[Blighted mages.]

Last I recalled, you weren't the facial hair type. [He also nodded toward their chest.] You were also at least a little more endowed.

[hawkethat]

...Have you hit your head? I've had a beard since the day we met. I should know - I was there, and so was my facial hair.

[He's starting to get the inkling that something similar to what happened when he'd first encountered Fenris in Loria is happening here. Except Fenris had been expecting a rogue, and when he'd met a mage...well, that hadn't been the most pleasant of conversations. But the way Varric's going on...]

Wait...Are you telling me...?

[...He reaches up with his free hand to pat his chest again, eyes narrowed slightly.]

...Only a little? Really?

[neverheardofhim]

Yeah. [He let out a breath of a laugh.] Sorry to disappoint, kid.

[None of this shit really made sense to him, but it was quickly becoming obvious that Varric's previous assumption was wrong. This might have been Hawke (no one could fake that personality), but it wasn't his Hawke.]

[He stepped back to survey the man properly. Tits or no tits, the man was still his best friend, in some form or another. He was sure that whatever Varric he belonged to would have wanted himself to take care of him.]

[Varric's brows furrowed. Maker, never write a book about this shit. Too confusing.] lla
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[hawkethat]

[He heaves a dramatic sigh, crossing his arms as Varric steps back and watching his friend with a slightly bemused yet warm expression.]

I guess I can live with that. I always thought they were probably more fun to look at than to have, anyway.

[neverheardofhim]

Probably. [This was an unexpected boon to Hawke's apparent transformation, or whatever the hell was happening here. Marian had been the type of woman to run about and sleep with what she saw fit, but it still had been odd trying to talk to her about women.]

[A conversation between two men about a pair of breasts, however? Absolutely normal.]

Still, gotta wonder what that says about you. [His grin shifted, becoming a sly sort of smirk. His gaze drifted downward, from his eyes to his crotch.] Care to tell your best pal what you're hiding?

[hawkethat]

[His bemused expression changes to a smirk and he shifts his weight nonchalantly, adopting an outrageously flirtatious pose to match his equally outrageous response.]

Unless you're finally proposing to tumble with me between the sheets, I'm afraid you're just going to have to keep right on wondering, friend.

[neverheardofhim]

You would like that, wouldn't you. [Varric lifted a hand, dusting off imaginary dust from his shoulder. Satisfied with the state of his jacket, he let out a laugh.]

Sorry to disappoint, but I'm still a one crossbow kind of man. But I'll be sure to let you know if she ever disappoints me.

[As it was, Bianca was being awfully. The thought alone brought back the blighted itching, and he grimaced as he reached back to scratch at it.]

[hawkethat]

So would you, if you ever change your mind.

[He laughs when Varric does, utterly unperturbed by his friend's response. He hadn't expected anything different...although the look on Varric's face when he reaches behind himself to scratch is concerning.]</small ...Is everything alright?

[neverheardofhim]

[Varric waved the man off, not particularly eager to launch into a discussion about his current problem. The amount of innuendo would be unbearable, for starters. Where would he even begin, anyways?]

It's nothing, Waffles. Don't worry about it. [He brought his hand back, crossing his arms over his chest in the process.] And don't go holding your breath, either. Auto-erotic asphyxiation is a cheap ending.

ugh, html /o\

[hawkethat]

[Well, "Somehow there's a crossbow grafted to my back," might be a good place to start...]

Varric, please, at this point I trust you to sell any ending, including a cheap one, as nothing less than literary genius.

Although if my ending is going to be erotic, I'd definitely prefer it to be some kind of orgasm-induced heart attack. Drawn-out lead-up, satisfying finish, a huge mess, and a quick lights-out once the whole thing's over. Let someone else clean up for once.

Feel free to take notes. You don't even have to credit me.