annexedmeme | Test Drive Meme #1

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⇝ Test Drive Memes usually take place in a virtual reality simulation occurring in characters' minds that tests them for 'fitness' before they enter the setting officially. However, for the first TDM, it will be set in the real world and centered around the arrival of the first crop of extra-universal "recruits."
⇝ Test Drive Meme threads may be considered game canon so long as all parties agree to it.
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Welcome to the Broken World.

You can't even remember how you got here.

All you know is that one moment you were in a world you were used to, comfortable in. It might have been a regular day or the most important day of your life, in the middle of a meal or brushing your teeth or the battle to save the world or the moment of your death. Whoever took you didn't seem to care what you were doing when you were taken, and now that you're here, they still don't seem to care.

You wake up after what seems like the blink of an eye, nauseous and dizzy but otherwise unscathed, possessions taken away, barefoot and dressed only in a set of plain grey clothing, like the most bland uniform ever imagined, in an empty room with empty walls and one single door with a small barred window and a single number printed just above it. The door is locked and cannot be broken by any means, you can feel your connection with any superhuman powers you had severed, leaving them just out of reach - you can feel them there, tingling at your fingertips or in the back of your brain, but you just can't get to them. There is no one to greet you or explain what's happening. You start to lose track of time, the only sound the distant ticking of what sounds like a massive clock.

Just when things seem hopeless, when you feel like you're about to go mad, there's the sound of a commotion outside your door. The sounds of a battle, or perhaps an infiltration gone just slightly wrong. Either way, when the door opens, there is a figure there with a hand outstretched.

"Welcome to the Broken World. Come on, we'll explain everything just as soon as we get you and the others out of here."

i. The Rescue

The moment of peace and freedom doesn't last for long.

Even while you're still disoriented from everything that's happened in the past few hours, the person who's just freed you pushes a gun into your hands. If you're familiar with guns, it's simple enough to use, with a recognizable safety and trigger, a magazine of bullets attached to the bottom. If you're not familiar with guns, well...the person who just rescued you will give you a minute-long introduction to it. Press this button, click this hammer back, pull the trigger to shoot. Nothing fancy, but enough that you won't hurt yourself or anyone else you're not supposed to be hurting. Probably.

After being handed the gun, the person rescuing you looks at you not unkindly and gestures for you to follow, leads you through a maze of concrete corridors to the entrance of the building. There, you'll find something of a small warzone, a battle in progress though almost completed, in the parking and courtyard area between several small, squat concrete buildings. There, huddled in the safety of the building's entryway, the person who just rescued you will point across the courtyard toward an encroaching patch of jungle and quickly explain the situation - you've been brought to this place by the Sylphid, long-standing enemies who will "eat your soul" and replace you if they catch you, and the person rescuing you is part of a resistance army intending to overthrow them. You're to make your way across the courtyard and into the jungle, where you'll find someone named Brycen, a blue-skinned man who will get you out of here even as the battle rages on.

The courtyard is mainly open, with a few benches and trees that can be used as cover, and there is a small group of Sylphid - the enemy, the people who took you and are now shooting at you, but who look like average everyday people - who are taking potshots at whoever crosses the courtyard even as they engage with the rebels. You'll be provided with suppressive fire from those same rebels while you cross the courtyard, but other than that, you're on your own unless you want to take the run with whoever else just got rescued.

ii. Race Through The Jungle

Once you make your way across the courtyard and into the jungle, you'll find Brycen waiting for you about a 10 minute walk in. The moment he sees you, he gestures you over and leads you a few feet further into the underbrush where there are a few All-Terain Vehicles parked in a small clearing. Shooting you a little grin, Brycen spreads his arms to present the vehicles, then heads over to the closest one. What follows is a quick explanation of how to use the ATV, a small hovercraft that can seat two. Brycen points out another ATV that is driven by a member of the resistance, and tells you that this person will guide you to the Witches Camp, where you'll be living from now on. But it's on you to pilot the ATV from here to there.

Well, you and your new friend.

See, there are half as many ATVs as there are people, and each one does seat two. Brycen gestures at the nearest extra-universal arrival and tells both of you to hop on. Now, you're both bound for the Witches Camp together, for better or worse. It's a long walk, so don't piss off your pilot!

Or overturn the ATV or crash it, because the path from the clearing to the Witches Camp is rough, without many trails or paths that have been carved out of the underbrush, something the revolutionaries have done to avoid being tracked back to their home. The ride will be bumpy, hover-vehicle or not, with a lot of swerving to avoid obstacles and dodging to avoid branches. Hopefully, you won't have a run-in with any of the local jungle wildlife, which can range from small, relatively harmless animals to lizards the size of small dinosaurs and wild cats.

It's a wild ride, but eventually you make it to the Witches Camp, a sprawling maze of low-to-the-ground buildings and markets interspersed with jungle for cover, and the rebel leading you keeps doing so until you pull up in front of Central Command. This building is one of the nicer ones in the area, and houses the Witch herself as well as the seat of the revolution. This is where all of the rebel plans are made and where new arrivals are put up.

iii. Welcome Home

Once you enter Central Command, you'll find that they've prepared space for you. First, you'll be led to the residential area of the large building and given the keycard to your new apartment, a small furnished studio apartment with a main living/sleeping area, a desk, kitchenette, bathroom with shower stall, and a walk-in closet for storage. Once you've been oriented to your new apartment, you'll be taken to pick your network device from an array of devices ranging from ultra-modern tablets that can fold into the shape of a phone to an equivalent of regular modern-day cell phones to magical tablets or books that can be interacted with by characters unfamiliar with technology. They'll also offer to alter your own phone or device to access the network, if you prefer that.

After that, you will be guided to one of the big board rooms in the Central Command, where you'll find a large spread of food on the table, ready to be dug into - all the staff at Central Command have brought food from home to share with the new arrivals. You'll also find notebooks and pens to take notes, because this is the official orientation, and you'll come out of it having learned pretty much everything about the rebellion, the Sylphid, how the rebellion originated and most importantly, how you got here and how you can go home.

This is where the rebels point out that helping them is helping yourself, because the only way to send you home is to commandeer the device that brought you here in the first place, and the only way to do that is to overthrow the Sylphid overlords.

After this presentation, no matter how accepting or skeptical you are, you'll be given a small stipend and set free to explore the city, linger around and chat over the potluck leftovers, go back to your apartment, make a network entry to meet other people, or whatever else you'd like to do. Want some new clothes? They can direct you to the markets. Looking to start learning magic? They can direct you to the Mage's Sector where you can find a teacher. Looking to dance your cares away in the wake of this terrible upheaval? They can direct you to a club in The Electric Heart that sells cocktails that'll erase all your pain for the evening.

Go wild. The Witches Camp is your new home. What will you make of it?

iv. Network

Once you've settled into your apartment in the evening, you're free to browse the internet and intranet on your new network device. Care to make an entry and meet the others in your same situation?

NAVIGATION

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Witches Camp is a super cool name for a place as far as Harley is concerned. And at least the fashion is decent, and she's ~~stolen~~ gotten her hands on a couple of cute outfits. Dressed up in a pink bandeau top with a star-spangled blazer and a pair of sparkly shorts, pink fishnets and combat boots, she hits the clubs.

The first one's a total drag, with medieval music and a bard yodeling in the corner, not her scene at all. After a couple drinks there and then asking directions, she finds herself in Robin's, which is way more her style. A couple more drinks, one of which has that funny euphoria effect that leaves her feeling floaty and a little dizzy and way, way too happy, and she's on the dance floor enjoying the pounding techno and house music.

That's when she spots the orangey-pinky girl with the cool leather outfit and the head tentacles, and her eyes go wide. Wandering off the dance floor, a little off-balance and still a little dizzy off happy juice, she stands in front of her for a moment and stares for a few seconds before she says anything.

"You are fucking fabulous. Come dance with me."

The lekku are definitely a strange sight to those who don't know them. The tip of Vol'tha's rightmost one does twitch a little at Harley's approach, which is part of the body language of Twi'leks - in this case, a simple gesture of greeting. Not that she has much time for anything else.

She arches a brow in response, taking in this riot of colours. There's a sort of genial madness here, clearly. She downs her drink, sliding off of her bar stool.

"Well, I'm glad to be fabulous," she replies, not having heard the word fucking before. "Whatever the other thing is. And why not?"

She offers a hand.

[OOC: Fair warning, either I misread or it got posted after I leapt in - Fandom OC's aren't allowed, so Vol'tha here is out. I'm thrilled to play this out (your Harley looks awesome! :D) but just letting you know in case you want to concentrate elsewhere as a result.]

[OOC: That's no problem, I'd love to play this through anyway! And thank you! It's too bad, Vol'tha sounds so cool.]

The truth is that the orangey-pinky lady reminds her a bit of a more attractive Mongal, less cranky and quiet and definitely more fun. Perceptive too, picking up on the aura of crazy Harley has going on.

"Oh the other thing? That's a swear. In this case, it's accentuating the intensity of the word fabulous." she says, winking at the lady and taking that hand when it's offered. With a little tug, she pulls her onto the dance floor and messily drapes both arms around her neck, grinning at her.

"So where're you from? Local?"

"Oh, well then," she replies, waving it away, letting herself be pulled out onto the dance floor. At least what Harley is doing is familiar enough - her own hands landing gently on Harley's waist.

She laughs a bit at the question.

"Oh, I very much doubt it - who knows how far away from home I am now. Home was a planet called Ryloth, now it's a moon called Yavin IV. How about you?"

It's comfortable, dancing like this, and she's completely off-beat from the song, swaying just slightly wrong, but she's certainly enthusiastic about it. Not spastic or anything, but just...enjoying herself. Dancing with a pretty tentacle-head lady. It's nice.

And it's been a while since she did anything so normal. Of course, normal is a setting on the washing machine, not her life, but it's still. Nice.

"Oh me? I'm from little old Earth. Nothin' special. So you're uh...Rylothian then?"

"Twi'lek," she gently corrects, swaying easily enough - and keeping time with Harley, not with the song. Dance is a major part of Twi'lek culture, and as a result she picks up easily on the style. Simple, but nice.

"You are certainly one of the more unusual humans I have met - I have doubts about the 'not special' part," she adds.

[OOC: Ok, so, ended up applying another Jedi. :P I do hope your Harley comes along, she's absolutely great!]

Harley picks up on the fact that her dance partner is swaying in time with her instead of the song, that she's dancing with Harley and not in time with the music, and it's a huge point in the girl's favour. Harley's not exactly a great dancer, not like she's dancing swing or anything, but it's perfect for the club.

"Twi'lek, huh? That's a cool soundin' name for a people." she says, voice casual, eyes locked on the other girl's face, smiling slightly crookedly, "And aw shucks, me? Really? Unusual?"

The crooked smile widens into a crooked grin, because that's a major compliment as far as she's concerned, "Weeeelll, I guess you could call me special."

She gives her a look as if her suspicions were confirmed, though it's a bit of a playful one.

"I had an inkling," she replied, "that you knew full well already."

Harley takes a moment, giggles a bit, and then pulls away from the other girl to take her hand and spin her, halfway through a chorus and nowhere near when someone should be doing a flashy move like that.

"Well, what can I say? I've always been a little...special."

She means it in more ways than one.

She spun with a laugh, lekku twirling gently with her, then taking care in the moment to move closer and lithely move Harley into a dip, bringing her back up.

"One of them," she said, her smile wide, "being apparently you are a very impressive dance partner."

The dip is unexpected, but nice and Harley lets out a little laugh at it before putting her arms back up around Vol'tha's neck, brushing fingers against the skin at the nape of it.

"So're you, miss. Hey, what'd you say your name was? Mine's Harley. Harley Quinn."

The touch is nice. And bold. Vol'tha has always liked bold - it's what's kept her alive all her life, after all. She makes a pleased sound.

"Vol'tha. Vol'tha Doneeta."

She tilted her head, repeating the name with a slight rolling of the r. "Harley Quinn. A good sound."

Bold is definitely a word for Harley, a very fitting one at that. She keeps touching when that positive sound comes, music to her ears, fingers skimming across soft orange skin.

"Nice t'meetcha." she says brightly, meeting the other woman's eyes and smiling warmly, "Vol'tha Doneeta is a nice sound too."

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