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☆ ᴛᴇsᴛ ᴅʀɪᴠᴇ ᴍᴇᴍᴇ 01 ☆

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!
☆ ᴘʀᴏᴍᴘᴛs ☆
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!
Farseer Alastirra | World of Warcraft OC
This place was nothing like the Exodar; then again, it was a fully operational vessel, not wrecked like her people's ship had been. It was...sort of nice. It was definitely something that had the Draenei poking around here and there. Finding something that actually responded to her was nice.
Although it simply refused to give her mushrooms, and her brow furrowed as she requested the dish again. It wasn't anything esoteric--nothing from Draenor, just oyster mushrooms sauteed in butter.
The machine buzzed again, and the Draenei's face fell. She'd be terribly grateful for some help...
C:
Alastirra's face fell as the sound of grinding metal sounded. It wasn't as bad as it could be, likely--even with the lift dark, they had the faintly glowing eyes of the Farseer to light the way. Not that she intended that. Nor did she really intend to startle anyone with it...
"I do not mind trying to crawl and get help, if we can find an access tube," she volunteered. Although with her six-foot-plus height and curving horns, she might not be the best candidate...
Just the most willing, as it were.
B
"You look like you could use a little help," Parvin said, looking between the new arrival and the replicator. "What were you wanting? I'll show you how to work the input."