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TDM #1


TEST DRIVE #1


So it's your first day at your new job! Welcome to the Jorgmund Family™! It's time to settle into your new workplace on the Piper 90 rig, the coziest place of employment this side of the Livable Zone. A leader in its industry, Jorgmund is excited to have you join them in enthusiastically envisioneering team-driven paradigms.  

The Piper 90 rig's mission is not only an impressive undertaking in terms of impactful customer-oriented deliverables, it's providing a vital backbone to the Livable Zone by creating a safe region for citizens to live, work, and play. Jorgmund's "outside the box" thinking means they understand the importance of wisely investing in their human capital - you! You'll soon find that you'll take pride in this vital work - and the benefits can't be beat.

Rest assured, Jorgmund's multidisciplinary approach to our world's period of recovery means we know how to keep it real when facing this opportunity for restructuring and growth. Jorgmund: Even if most of the world has gone away, we can make a world of difference!

Synergy!

USEFUL LINKS
It is recommended you check out the following links first for info on the rig, rig conditions, game mechanics, and the intro and slideshow your characters would have to endure that takes place chronologically before the Test Drive Meme: 

Welcome/Arrival  | Rig Weather & Hazards | Rig Setting Page | Game Mechanics


SCENARIO #1 - MOVE-IN DAY!

After the bewildering and unpleasant onboarding process, you've finally been unleashed on the rig. (Well. To places you're allowed to go on the rig.) It's time to get acquainted with your new surroundings, process some of All Of That™, and meet your fellow captives - err, coworkers!

a) A BIT OF A MESS
Perhaps you're hungry? The mess hall food isn't amazing, but it does the job. Characters that have higher metabolic needs than your average human might be left feeling a little hungry, though. The worst part is actually the electronic sliding door: a small sign helpfully informs you that if you want inside, you need to smile for the camera! In addition to being patronizing, this may be a problem for characters who refuse to play ball, or characters with sufficiently nonhuman faces the door sensor can't read them. Remember, if then company doesn't see people like you, it's not discriminatory -- it's just indifferent! And that isn't legally actionable!

b) GOING NOWHERE FAST
The rig's elevators are a little off-kilter today. Overhead announcements mention this, but downplay the severity and are easy to miss -- which means you and your threadmate are stuck in here, somewhere between the fifth and sixth floor. You can complain into the emergency intercomm, but it might take from a few minutes up to an hour before the elevator gets rolling again. How do you pass the time?

c) SHOULD'VE TAKEN THAT LEFT TURN
You're really just trying to get somewhere else on the rig, but you've gotten hopelessly lost. Oh well, at least you're not alone! Did you run into your threadmate here? Did you lead them astray? Are they at fault? Even worse, are you somewhere full of AUTHORIZED PERSONNEL ONLY signs, mysterious equipment, and a worrying number of security cameras?

d) NEED A HAND?
You've been assigned a room and some relatively spare possessions to put in it. Unfortunately, it seems that the staff assigned to help move in new hires are all busy at the moment. Unless you want to wait around, you're going to need to lug and assemble your new assigned foldable den furniture yourself. Do you team up with another newbie? Do you try it alone and find yourself needing help? Do you come to the rescue of someone else who did that?

e) SPECIAL DELIVERY
Somebody in processing decided to give you two a quick little errand: you're supposed to take a couple boxes of files up to the executive deck. Unfortunately, a skeptical security staffer is giving you a hard time on your way there, on account of your funny-looking face, insufficient ID or sketchy-looking package. How do you deal with this and accomplish your task?

f) BLOW OFF STEAM
You're likely still a bit sore from Jorgmund fitting you with the nanochain, but you were promised a gym and you are going to use that gym, dammit. It looks like you're not alone in deciding to try out the training area. Do you train together? Spar to let some frustration out? Or are you gonna argue about whose turn it is on which piece of equipment and resent your lost solitude? You'll also find you have to contend with the communal showers when you're done.

g) NO REST FOR THE WEARY
It's the middle of the night on the rig. You're displaced from home, it's not very warm, your door doesn't shut because privacy is a "privilege" nobody has earned yet, and occasional mysterious clanging noises ring through the rig. You can't sleep, not yet, and perhaps you're not the only insomniac wandering the crew deck?


SCENARIO #2 - YOU ARE NOT AUTHORIZED TO PANIC

Around dawn on the morning of Day Two, something goes wrong. (Wrong-er?) You awake to the sound of alarms, and a voice over the speakers telling you NOT TO PANIC! A Stuff storm has caused a brief and contained leak onto Piper 90. You may encounter strange sights or sounds. Any anomalies should be reported immediately to rig security. Thank you for your cooperation!

The nature of the problem isn't immediately clear, but over the next handful of hours you find yourself embroiled in a bizarre fracas: a Stuff leak has caused numerous inanimate objects on the rig to come to life. Furniture and appliances small and large are roaming the decks. Some of them are docile, but others are aggressive (or just troublesome due to their size). Some examples:
  • A rogue photocopier spewing paper and ink
  • A mahogany conference table with old clawed feet and a brand new gaping jaw
  • A water cooler that scuttles the halls, squirting people with jets in varying temperatures
  • Small office supplies like pencils and paperclips that swarm in large numbers
  • Dressers and drawers that spit their contents at high velocity
  • A room's worth of folding chairs that hunt as a pack
  • An emergency fire hose that attempts to ensnare crew members in its coils
  • The angriest coffee pot you have ever seen
The objects can be dangerous, but are more strange, troublesome, and determined than deadly. If a foe seems to be incapacitated or "plays dead," even the aggressive conference table or hose will leave them with bruises and move on. Crew members who get in over their heads will be bailed out by security personnel as the incident dies down. Jorgmund staff stresses that the leak has been contained (so no new anomalies will appear), but after the initial surprise it's everyone's job to help hunt down and dispose of the Stuff-altered... stuff. It's gonna be a long morning, and you haven't even been properly briefed yet!

h) GOOD MORNING, PIPER 90
Rise and shine! There are alarms going off, announcements blaring, and people are scrambling around trying to figure out what's going on. You're one of them. Freak out? Spring into action? Team up with someone to shake down a staffer for more details? Run into someone new, perhaps literally?

i) INTERIOR WRECKORATING
You've been ambushed by an animate object that seems to have it in for you, or you've heard the shouts of someone who has and come running to help. What's ruining your morning now, and what are you going to do about it?

j) ON THE RUN
The folding chairs from Presentation Room B operate as a unit, harrying their prey through the halls with much scrambling of legs and flapping of seats. They're after you, at the moment. Can you escape, or perhaps lead them into a trap? Or do you stand your ground?

k) HERE'S THE PLAN
You and your threadmate have found somewhere secure (for now) and are deciding how to deal with a larger enemy. Are you hunting it, or is it hunting you? Are you planning to take it out of commission, or just how to get away from it? Or are you just gonna hide here and lay low until this is over?

l) PROP HUNT
Things are getting back under control, thankfully. Large disturbances have been disposed of, but that leaves the little things like elusive chains of paperclips, a small but vicious stapler, pens and markers that write rude words on walls, and utensils from the mess hall. These anomalies are stealthier, but must still be dealt with, and it's up to you to flush them out.

m) CLEAN UP IN AISLE EVERYTHING
The chaos has passed, and now you've been instructed to clean up a mess. Ink or loose paper from the copier, coffee from the rampaging pot, mopping up after a water cooler, scrubbing marker off a wall, etc. You might get roped into contending with the Yuck Puddle, which is a permanent fixture and not a new development, but someone's always contending with the Yuck Puddle.


OOC DETAILS

Feel free to play around with powers. If your character has powers from canon you want to play around with, go for it. If you'd like to test out possibilities for game powers, also go for it. Feel free to change it up from thread to thread if you need to. This can be handwaved as exposure to Stuff making characters' powers shift a few times before settling.

Potential players may use test drive threads as their log samples. However, at least one post in their thread must fit the requirements for apps, both in length (200 words) and in quality. If you do plan on using a thread as a sample, please make sure the writing throughout your threads is a good example of your writing skills and has some solid examples of the character's voice.

Players can eventually count TDMs towards AC. They can only count towards comment-based AC proofs.

Potential players can opt to keep these threads as game canon when they app in, or start over fresh, based on preference. The Stuff bringing them to the game universe can fog their memories, if players don't want their character to remember TDM threads when introing into the game.

The game is invite-only. Players without invites are allowed to tdm since some of them may know someone in game to ask for one, and since some people enjoy TDMs just for fun in games they don't plan to app into. But an invite is required during the apping process.

The game is at a starting cap at 30 players. Right now the current number of invitees is likely to not exceed the game's 30 slots, but if we go a few over they will still be allowed to app during this first round. Future apps will be rolling apps and will have a wait queue if the cap has been exceeded.

The first game round will be apps only, no reserves. Apps open: Sat 4/11/20. Game start: Fri 4/17/20.


varunastra: (that really rustled my jimmies.)

[personal profile] varunastra 2020-04-10 02:17 am (UTC)(link)
[ Serph nods gratefully; he's not the type to use words where body language will do just as well.

He doesn't have high hopes for the food, for entirely different reasons - his dietary needs being, er, unique as they are - but that last gets a confused headtilt. ]


Soylent?

[ Pop culture is lost on this one. ]
gautiheir: (090)

[personal profile] gautiheir 2020-04-10 02:21 am (UTC)(link)
"They can't get much out of us if they don't keep us upright and marginally functional. That's in our favor, at least."

It's delivered with a cheerfully cold tone and a shrug. Sylvain is used to the idea of being used, albeit for different reasons.
gautiheir: (099)

[personal profile] gautiheir 2020-04-10 02:25 am (UTC)(link)
It's a drink. Really bitter, but it wakes you up like nothing else.

[ Sylvain grabs a cup and, after a bit of prodding, finds the button to get the machine to pour. ]

There was this girl I knew at the Officer's Academy...how did she put it? "It tastes like mud but also it's delicious and I never want to stop drinking it"? Something like that.
greatlyexaggerated: (really?)

[personal profile] greatlyexaggerated 2020-04-10 04:14 am (UTC)(link)
Cain smiles, almost sincerely. A fellow soldier is significantly more familiar ground than anything else today, and it's a relief to fall back on precedented social procedure.

"There is an... unusual gathering of demographics, I've noticed," he phrases delicately, but not without an edge of scorn. "Puts me rather in mind of a circus. But it's an excellent idea to tally everyone up and take stock. Seems like we're all lacking in information. Outside of what we've been told, which is more useless than a Tallarn in show shoes..."

He glances warily at the corners of the elevator.

"Anyway," he says, hastily. "Your initiative is admirable. You're a soldier?"
greatlyexaggerated: (thinking pose but could be defensive pos)

[personal profile] greatlyexaggerated 2020-04-10 04:19 am (UTC)(link)
[He really can't argue with her analysis there.]

[Cain can tell that there's no escaping from her hold, which feels more like a mechadendrite vice clamped around his wrist. He stumbles after her as effectively as he can, trying his best not to feel like a squig riding on the back of an Ork and utterly failing.]

I'm not - I say- [His verbosity fails him for once, and he gives up trying to express his utter puzzlement and indignation in favor of getting his feet under him and running. At least, for now.] Young lady, I'm hardly in need of carting around-

[He ducks hurriedly, avoiding a stray chair leg sent flying. Okay, Hero of the Imperium moving right along!]
greatlyexaggerated: (smiling (fake))

[personal profile] greatlyexaggerated 2020-04-10 04:41 am (UTC)(link)
Cain steps back from the door after waiting a precautionary second longer, and grins back.

"We'll be safe from them for as long as they forget how to operate doorknobs," he jokes back, and several harder dull thumps from the other side of the door only underscores his point. Fully confident that he was completely safe from those emperor-forsaken menaces, he clasps an approving hand on her shoulder. "And that's nonsense. I couldn’t have gotten these people out in time without your help."

Significantly stretching the truth there, but Cain was familiar with the fact that taking none of the credit would do more to inflame a reputation than to take all of it. He turns to the people in question, and announces a little louder. "You owe your health to none other than this brave young lady here, who persevered to guide you all out of a dangerous situation. If there's anyone to thank, it's her."
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[personal profile] tarnishedavenger 2020-04-10 05:25 am (UTC)(link)
Armstrong grunts in amusement. That was a polite way to phrase it. "I'll withhold judgement until I see what they can do." It did put him in mind of a circus, but just a bit. A clumsy, scared, and outraged circus. Which could end up messy. "Hopefully, they'll let us work on our own time before trying to throw us into the deep end."

He notes the glance. Looking for microphones? A good idea, it was why Armstrong was trying to avoid talking too much trash.

At the question, he gives a little shrug. "A non-traditional one. Not a mercenary, but I've been there. I head up a small team of troops who go where we're needed." Describing Dragon Branch and how it fit into the traditional rank structure would be a bit... complicated. Especially when VIPER's own rank structure is so non-traditional.
greatlyexaggerated: (a different kind of raised eyebrow)

[personal profile] greatlyexaggerated 2020-04-10 05:34 am (UTC)(link)
"I've been taken captive by slavers of your kind" he says, stiffly. "I know their nature well enough."

Cain was never one to let the opportunity to take the higher ground pass him by, but this one actually comes close to affecting him. And honestly, his problem was that he didn't. He found Eldar to be the most inscrutable of the xenos he was acquainted with, and that made it even harder to understand them.

"My apologies if that makes me prejudiced, but I hardly think that taking reasonable precautions against xenos is a crime worth assaulting my ears about. Unless you're telling me that you're actually, incredibly, as human as I am, or a mutant that used to be."

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[personal profile] wheyoftheadept 2020-04-10 06:01 am (UTC)(link)
"Like I was saying," she says, not even willing to touching the xenos thing right now, "The rising mana affects DNA. Genetics? There are certain expressions that can only happen if the background magic is high enough. Subspecies, sort of,"

Honestly, she's surprised she remembers all of this. Maggie would probably be proud to know something of what she'd been trying to pour in all those years had stuck after all.

"When the magic starting trickling back in fifty years ago, those genes started waking up. People were going to bed human and waking up elves and orcs and trolls and dwarves and god, just about everything else under the sun. Sapiens parents were having nonsapiens children. Everyone was freaking out. Eventually, people started manifesting magic, too, and the dragons woke up, and people realized what was going on. So I'm an elf, an' my parents were elves, but my grandparents and their parents and so on were human."

Saturday juts her chin out, daring him to make something of it. So there, she nearly adds.
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[personal profile] morebetter 2020-04-10 08:12 am (UTC)(link)
Mac gets a sinking sensation that maybe he didn't luck out this time, and he's ended up rousing some rule-abiding nerd. There are worse categories of people than nerds, but Mac isn't sure if there's any class of people as straight-up boring as nerds.

"Bro, I thought of that. The sandals we get for walking around at night are rubber, they'll ground us and stop the electricity." There's a eye-rolling confidence that's bulletproof to the point of condescending with the way Mac says that, a complete and utter lack of even a scintilla of doubt that the world works the way he thinks it does and, failing that, at least works to his convenience. Robbie's attempts to jog him into sensibility by repeating his own idea back to him doesn't hit the mark at all.

"Look, if you're going to be weird about it I'll just go find someone else to go break into the kitchen, but I don't know, the next person I wake up might be upset and cranky." He gives Robbie a look in the dim light like it would somehow be Robbie's fault if Mac were forced to go harass some other poor soul. "By the way, it's not theft if they were going to feed it to us anyway, it's just early-birding."
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[personal profile] princesspower 2020-04-10 03:40 pm (UTC)(link)
"Oh, the Horde wasn't a corporation, but the Fright Zone wasn't exactly in top repair, either..."

A lot like this place. When they shake, her grip is firm and she doesn't bother with any stupid little power plays, either. She's just glad to find a friendly face, all things considered.

"I mean...I'm holding!" Adora laughs. Sort of.

"Just trying to make it to tomorrow, honestly."
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[personal profile] heterochrocatic 2020-04-10 04:29 pm (UTC)(link)
"I--" Catra grimaces. She wants to keep arguing that somehow it has to be her fault, that there's something wrong with her. If there wasn't, why did she push away everyone that could possibly care about her? Why did she so desperately want Shadow Weaver's approval even though Catra hated her? Why hadn't she just gone with Adora?

"Adora chose. She left--" That's not the same thing, but Catra is struggling, flailing. Searching for anything she can say.

"Stop trying to get inside my head!"
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[personal profile] wheyoftheadept 2020-04-10 04:58 pm (UTC)(link)
Saturday gives her a small, kind smile, just an upturn of the corners of her mouth and a brightness in her eyes.

"I ain't trying to do anything. Like I said, I can see the scars on you from here; I got a few of my own, an' I know what makes 'em. Anyone can. It's a vulnerability, and you gotta address it sooner or later." No one had ever gotten through to Saturday by telling her to love herself, and she doubts Catra will be any different. "People made you carry their shit, and now you think being bent double is how you're supposed to stand. Drop the shit they put on you, and stand tall on your own two feet."

She puts down her coffee. "And I know it's easy to say, hard to do. But it can be done, if you remember that somethin' being your responsibility ain't the same as it being your fault."
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i.

[personal profile] strewth 2020-04-10 05:58 pm (UTC)(link)
John is on a quest. Can you guess what the quest is for? Freedom, security, self-actualization are all at the bottom rung at the moment. Nicotine, it's been far too long since he's seen the true love of his life.

Caffeine will do about just as well (it won't), he tells himself (a lie). So, you know, he goes over to get a coke, and there's no bloody coke, it's a fucking monstrosity. John tries to bind it to Barbatos or Hezekath, but there's no luck down that road, so he does his second best trick: running like there's no tomorrow.

There is a tomorrow, though, and it's with a teenager judging him in fashionable dress. It's like he didn't even leave London, christ. "Yeah!" He huffs, out of breath. "Sure! Kill the demonic bloody coke machine!"
oneballsteel: Juno Steel and the Search for That Other Shoe About to Drop (Something's not right)

[personal profile] oneballsteel 2020-04-10 07:15 pm (UTC)(link)
Juno looked at the desks. Sure, some of them were close to falling apart and they were more sluggish now, but still very much moving. Juno might've said alive but how much a desk could be considered a living thing was highly questionable. At least in this situation. Normally Juno wouldn't even have to consider it.

The big question was: were they hellbent on their destruction or did they have self-preservation instincts.

Wait, there was an even better question, one that Juno knew the answer to.

"I don't know about you but I'm not that lucky."

Juno had a few more pieces of paper in his hand-- and a few more papercuts than he started with. He made sure to have more offerings ready to his knight in shining armor. Not that Juno thought of him like that. Where did you think he was from? A fantasy world?

"Ready to run for it?"
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[personal profile] wheyoftheadept 2020-04-10 07:53 pm (UTC)(link)
((right it wont let me edit the original so here is the edited new timeline post))

"Well, not me alone. Me and my crew, and some people we picked up along the way." She is shaking a little with relief; she saw in his face that he understands, as it were, the situation. "Like I said, those in the know are just - resigned to it. Maybe they're right, they're all a lot older than me. But there has to be a solve, something - "

At some point in her lecture, she'd stopped walking. Now she leans against the wall, crushing the butt of her cigarette under one heel, and lights up another.

"We call them horrors, or just the enemy. Mostly just 'the enemy.' I dunno how it works for you, but for us - if we name them, it gives them a foothold, right? Like we're saying they're supposed to be there, we've made them part of our world, in a super literal way. So 'the enemy' is about as specific as anyone likes to get."

She gestures a little with her cigarette, the smoke trailing in random patterns. "What threw me is, like, for us, being a magic user doesn't present like, a special risk? Maybe it makes it easier for some of them to find you and turn you, but - heck, if you aren't awakened, they can just, you know, wake up the magic already in you if that's what you want. They don't need you to be able to use magic to get you. So if the bastards have a foothold, everyone's equally at risk. There's no safety in just not using magic, because the magic that's letting them in is the rising mana levels of reality itself, and even if no one ever slung a spell ever again they'd still be here and operating."

She shrugs.

"Presents a real problem, I tell you."
greatlyexaggerated: (angry)

[personal profile] greatlyexaggerated 2020-04-10 08:29 pm (UTC)(link)
Yes it bloody well does!

[Uh-oh, the moderately raised voice. Cain's having a yes-no-yes-no argument with a xenos. And not only that, he's losing his temper. This is getting ridiculous, he thinks, as if his life wasn't already a sideshow farce of unfortunate hilarity.]

You're a striped furry xenos, what the warp do you know about proper mechanical theology?

[mechanical theology, words that should probably never be put together and yet they have.]
heterochrocatic: (072 » Hoping for phone calls)

[personal profile] heterochrocatic 2020-04-10 08:57 pm (UTC)(link)
A striped furry what?

[ Catra immediately scowls. The only person who'd ever really used how she looked against her had been Shadow Weaver. She glares, eyes narrowing. She flexes a hand and claws slip into position as she takes a step towards Cain. Is he taller and larger? Yes. Has this ever stopped Catra? No. ]
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[personal profile] kingofneworleans 2020-04-10 09:08 pm (UTC)(link)
He goes back and forth about the X-Men sometimes, and definitely wouldn't consider himself a hero, but helping those in need?

Well, that's what got him into all this in the first place.

He hmms at that. "Ain't easy, fightin' for a world dat hates and fears you. But, like you say. Somebody has to."
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[personal profile] valkywhee 2020-04-10 09:08 pm (UTC)(link)
"You got it." Nora likes helping, and she's just now finished her drink. Good timing, stranger. She hops off the carcass of her fallen foe, flattening the empty soda can into a disc, the metal crumpling in a foreshadowing of what's to come.

"Hey! Pick on someone your own size!" (It's funny because Nora only breaks five feet in boots, you see.) She whips the crushed can at the coke machine, hard enough that a spiderweb of cracks appears on the plastic front cover, getting the thing's attention. The two charge each other in the most ludicrous face-off in recent history, the front panel shattering entirely as Nora's shoulder connects. Her slight weight is nothing against the machine's momentum, and she slides backwards quite a distance before managing to bring the mechanical beast to a halt.

"You wouldn't happen to have any Lightning Dust on you, would you?" she asks over her shoulder, a perfectly normal request where she's from. "It would make this go a lot faster."
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[personal profile] kingofneworleans 2020-04-10 09:34 pm (UTC)(link)
"Suppose it depends on what dey're wantin', really." Remy picked at the food for a moment before getting his water. "'Course, dey may find dat dere's more to keepin' people like us goin' dan minimum calorie counts."
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[personal profile] kingofneworleans 2020-04-10 09:49 pm (UTC)(link)
Remy gives him a half grin. "I got de luck. Time, maybe, t' see if it's holdin'."

He does take the papers that are already balled up with a nod and a "Merci." One of the balls is immediately charged and thrown into the leading desk, pushing it back hard. Then Remy grinned and pushed at Juno. "Come on! Git while de gettin's good!"
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[personal profile] greatlyexaggerated 2020-04-10 10:29 pm (UTC)(link)
Xenos.

[he says, confident and calm as anything, but inside he's - well, he would be loathe to call it quailing, but it wouldn't be inaccurate to say that he's severely regretting his impulsive outburst. He's six foot six and well-built to boot, but those are cold comforts against sharp claws. He looks down at her anyway (unavoidable, given their heights), refusing to budge even an inch even as his nerves are shrieking and calling him the fool.]

I wouldn't do that if I were you, [he says mildly, trying to project his strongest impression of impassive unconcern.]
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[personal profile] fromfryingpantofire 2020-04-10 11:10 pm (UTC)(link)
He nods, getting himself back to his feet. "Sorry about the look. It's just...you kinda reminded me of Dean right then." Though Dean would have been able to help pull him up. He still would have earned the 'bitch face'.

Dusting off his trouser legs, he looks up the shaft. "Right. There's usually a ladder for maintenance as well." Because they had to be able to get to the elevator when it was stuck. "It'll definitely be easier than boosting again."
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[personal profile] heterochrocatic 2020-04-10 11:15 pm (UTC)(link)
Xenos.

[ The word feels strange to Catra. It's unknown to her and her mouth fits around it awkwardly. She's not sure what it means, but the way he said it, she assumes it's not some good. And asking him to explain is weakness. Sure, she's like, five foot two inches, five foot three inches at best and the fact that she shows no concern about Cain's size? Maybe it should concern him. ]

You wouldn't? What would you do, then?

[ She takes another step closer. Her claws look very, very sharp. ]

C'mon, if I'm just a xenos who doesn't know anything, you should be able to tell me, right?