illyria_ooc | ☆ 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!

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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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While Agatha fully grasped the idea of wanting to dismantle the thing to see how it worked, she also knew they couldn't. It was like Mr. Tock or the Castle. You did not dismantle a sentient clank or construct unless they were doing you harm. She strode over to him, to see if she could stop this from turning into a fight. And maybe learn something herself.

Her dingbot rode on her shoulder, looking like a pocketwatch with limbs and a huge eye where the face should be. It held the requested screwdriver out to her, but she ignored it. Trailing behind her were two small machines, each small enough to fit in her hand. One was squarish with an eye in the center and what looked like musical pipes coming from its head. The other was round with a single smoke stack coming from the top of its head.

They were odd enough looking, though Agatha didn't seem to think they were. But the weasel curled up on top of her head might have taken the cake, given that it had very sharp teeth - way too many of them - metal bolts in its neck, and six legs. She also, in case his equipment could tell, had an impressive weapon strapped to her leg, hidden under her equally impressive victorian skirt.

"Do you need some help?" she asked. "I'm kind of used to difficult clanks recently."

"Did she just call us difficult?" the round one asked, furiously. "I am not difficult! I only wish to do what I was built to do! Devour the world!"

"Are you certain you do not wish just one death, my lady?" the square one asked. "Even with my limited systems, it wouldn't be too difficult to squash him like the metal insect he is."

Agatha ignored both clanks the way a tired mother might ignore bickering children.

Uh.

"Excuse me, miss? Are you aware that you have a talking robotic ferret on your head?"

Because that seemed like something a lady should be made aware of as promptly as possible.

Given that the weasel was one of the two not talking, she gave him a wry smile. "Actually the Wasp Eater can't..." she blinked, then her eyes widened. "Oh! How much more useful would they be if they could TALK rather than just screaming! Especially with the new kinds of revenants! Oh! I need to suggest that to Gi......" she stopped herself, looking sad for a moment, before she shook her head. "Sorry. Right. did you need help?"

He was utterly bemused by her word-salad, to be honest. (Hush, he didn't have that problem at all. Ever.)

"No no. Unless you know how to take this thing apart to reveal its delicious nougat center."

He had a feeling she didn't; she was dressed even more anachronistically than he was, with his jeans and t-shirt. He doubted she was native to this ship. Or maybe she was, maybe she was from an alien race that liked to dress like an SCA steampunk reject.

"I can certainly help you find out," she said, a gleam in her eyes. "But since it isn't ours, we should, of course put it back together when we are done." She had to be the voice of reason now, because once they got to work, she knew all sanity would leave her. Already she was thinking about possible upgrades, and she didn't even know what it did yet...

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Want a mad girl?

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