☆ ᴛᴇsᴛ ᴅʀɪᴠᴇ ᴍᴇᴍᴇ 01 ☆

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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 first 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. 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: The Illyria isn't a big ship, so the mess hall isn't very large, but there's room for a few tables with chairs, and there's a bank of replicators along one of the walls. You can ask for anything you want, from a simple cup of coffee to turducken to some nice fresh gagh. Looks like some other new arrival is having some trouble with their machine, though. Gonna give them a hand? Or maybe you've gotten your plate of food, but the only open seat is at an occupied table--perhaps introductions are in order. Mingle! These are going to be your crewmates for a long time, it seems.

C. Going up? Man, this ship is a mess! That trip across all those galaxies sure did a good job wrecking things. You're not sure about these turbolift things, but it beats climbing ladders and crawling through tubes to get to the other decks. 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, now what? Do you and your company try and fix the lift? Do you try and call for help? Do you crawl up into the shaft and try and make your way to another deck through the Jefferies tubes? 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!

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Lafiel Abriel | Crest of the Stars

[ungrounded]

B
Lafiel had spent the day trying to get her bearings and now mostly wanted to eat something and then find somewhere on the ship where there aren't people: she's still adapting to the fact that she's... passenger? refugee? prisoner? and the ship is foreign, given she's been a captain for a few years.

(Never mind that Lafiel, like most of her people, still looks like an Academy cadet or new ensign; Abh don't quite age the away unmodified humans do.)

Unfortunately, the mess hall was full and she couldn't grab a table on her own. So she's just going to wordlessly pick a table and set her dinner and a cup of tea down. Without asking. I hope you like having an improptu dinner guest.

C
"Stupid thing!" Lafiel's first thought was that they were under attack: she'd not gotten used to being transported to a galaxy without large-scale conflicts and ships that weren't warships. But given the state of the ship, she reasoned, it could be a technical malfunction.

She put a hand on the wall, feeling for an emergency access. First step was finding out what was going on; a battle might mean hull breaches, in which case, opening hatches was a stupid idea. "While I'm doing this, see if you can call engineering."

[senkan_yamato]

Yamato shouldn't have spent so much time on the 'holodeck'. Sure, she had gotten a good exercise in, firing practice rounds while executing textbook maneuvers. The once-flagship of the Combined Fleet, 'hotel Yamato' was not just fancy acomedations and air conditioning. But she had worked up an appetite.

So she was now sat down in front of a tray full of ten thousand calories worth of curry and rice and steadily, relentlessly, and swiftly demolishing it. It seemed to vanish with surprising speed for someone who was using chopsticks. It was with even more surprise that one might note how delicate even this action was. But Yamato had been so hasty to get her meal that she had left a large piece of equipment in the seat Lafiel had taken. A large, pointy piece of equipment-a gun mount to be exact.

[ungrounded]

Lafiel pointed to it. "Can I move this?"

She was studying it, trying to figure out what it even was and why someone brought it to the mess hall.

[senkan_yamato]

Yamato paused and put down her chopsticks. "Apologies. You have my permission to make the attempt but-" and here, she smiled a bit gently. "Do not strain yourself. It may be heavy."

...heavy was an understatement. The casually discarded item wasn't budging no matter how lafiel applied force to it-as if it were far denser than it's ordinary metallic appearance.

[ungrounded]

Lafiel was going to try, but she had only normal human strength. "What even is this?"

[senkan_yamato]

Yamato stood up and picked up the tiny triple turret. "Appologies. I, battleship Yamato, should not have been so careless with my armaments. Even a secondary weapon can be a significant obstacle." She handled it with no trouble, casually setting it on her lap as she sat back down. "Perhaps I can move it because I am Yamato? But if it weighed as much as it did when attached to my hull, how could it have remained on the seat without breaking it?"

[ungrounded]

"I don't understand what you just said." Or how someone could pick up a piece of equipment that weighed more than she looked to. It wasn't just a mater of strength, but of center of mass -- this Yamato hadn't even acted like a heavy weapon had affected hers.

[senkan_yamato]

"I apologize, I should have introduced myself." She stood up again, and bowed again, her hair cascading forward in it's ponytail and then back down her back as she rose smoothly. "I am Japanese Battleship Yamato, nameship of the Yamato-class. I was built in Kure Naval Shipyard in utmost secrecy to serve as the trump card for the Decisive Naval Battle. Along with my sister Musashi, I was the most advanced battleship in the Japanese fleet."