☆ ᴛᴇsᴛ ᴅʀɪᴠᴇ ᴍᴇᴍᴇ 02 ☆

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Welcome, cadets! Wanna dip your toes in the pool? Have a new character you wanna try out? Interested in the setting but not sure if your character's a good fit? Welcome to the second official Test Drive Meme for Illyria, for all your test drive needs! There are a few prompts for you to choose from below, or you can make up your own starter if none of the choices tickle your fancy. Threads from this meme can be counted as game canon if you like, if you apply and are accepted, so you don't have to meet someone again for the first time. Reserves are open at this time, and applications will be open September 8th thru 12th. Have fun!

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A. Arrival: You wake up disoriented, finding yourself on what appears to be a medical bed. As you try and sit up, a young woman with blond hair pulled up in a tight bun stops you, urging you to take it easy. You were found in the cargo bay unconscious with a few other people, and while she's not sure where you came from or how you got here, you're here for the long haul, now. As you look around, you see a few other people in beds like the one you're lying on--do you recognize anyone from home? Or are these people complete strangers? Do any of them know what's going on, or how you got here? The only way to find out is to ask them!

B. Mealtime: While the Illyria has been mostly repaired, there are still some systems that aren't quite back at 100%. Unfortunately, one of these systems runs the replicators in the mess hall. Every order, no matter what you have requested, will result in a nice squirmy plate of Bithool gagh. Hope you're hungry!

C. Going up? You're not sure about these turbolift things, but it beats climbing ladders and crawling through tubes to get to the other decks. Besides, the ship is all fixed now, right? Surely you won't get stuck in it again. As you step into the lift, maybe there's someone already in there--or maybe someone steps in after you, but either way, you're not alone as the lift begins to ascend. Things seem to be going well for a moment, and then there's a loud screeching sound and the lights go dark as the lift stops dead in its shaft. Well, shit. Looks like this lift still needs a bit of work. Do you and your company try and fix the lift? Do you call for help? Do you crawl up into the shaft and try and make your way to another deck through the Jefferies tubes, possibly while humming the theme from Mission: Impossible? Who knows what peril may lie in the corridors between decks--do you take the risk, or wait to be rescued? Time to see if you're Starfleet material or not!

D. Excusez-moi? Maybe you dropped your communicator, or maybe you found the switch that makes it speak nothing but Spanish like Buzz Lightyear, but for some reason or another, your Universal Translator just isn't cutting the mustard. Be it Spanish, French, Klingon, or Vulcan, you just have no idea what this person in front of you is saying. Well, just walking away would be awfully rude, but how do you communicate with someone you can't understand??

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Steve Rogers | MCU

[neversurrender]

b; mealtime

This is quite possibly the worst food service he's ever had. Scratch that, it is definitely the worst he's ever had. Not much can be said for the fast food industry back home that occasionally forgets to put your fries in the bag or sometimes gives you the wrong burger, but at least they never gave him a plate of wiggling worms to eat.

Making a face at the said plate of worms he pushes it across the table.

"Just goes to show we can't rely on technology for everything. You would think they would have a cook on board just in case of situations like this."

c; going up

Steve steps into the turbolift, giving its occupant a nod in acknowledgement as he comes to stand near its center, with his hands folded in front of him. For the past couple of weeks he's found it easier to use the tubes instead, less chance of getting stuck. But today he has some extra time before his shift and decides to give the lifts another chance.

Big mistake. He knows what' going to happen as soon as the screeching starts and he sighs. Even in the dark of the lifts he knows where the latch is above to open the lift from the top from previous experience. He lacks the ability to fix the lift and he knows that calling for help could take some time. He's not a very patient guy when he can be doing something instead.

Turning to the lifts other occupant he points upwards. "We can get out into the shaft from above. But I'll need some help getting up there to open it. You in?"

[captains_log]

The captain has found that the mess hall is a good place to observe the new arrivals, to try and get an idea of their demeanor, to see who is likely to be a troublemaker. The best part is, most of them have no idea she's the captain, so she can get a more natural read on them--even troublemakers tend to be on their best behavior when an obvious authority figure is around, especially when you're stuck in a giant metal can in the vacuum of space.

She watches a broad-shouldered man with sandy blond hair examining his plate of gagh with a degree of morbid fascination, and when he pushes it away with an arbitrary comment intended for anyone who's listening, Imania smiles a little.

"Actually, Lieutenant Oronar is a fairly good cook," she says, pulling up the chair across from the newcomer and peering down at the plate of squirming food. "If the replicators continue to misbehave, we may have to request his services. They tell me gagh is an acquired taste, but... it's one I never managed to acquire, myself."