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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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[got_it_memorized]

"You sure about that, copper?" he asked with a snicker, testing the bed beneath him with a bounce. "These're about as soft as the beds back home, for me. That is to say, like plywood covered in a bath towel." He made a bit of a face. "Don't tell me prison beds are more comfortable than home, I'll get depressed."

She seemed surprised by his words, and he shrugged one shoulder.

"Hey, the way I see it, your rank is less important than your capability," he said, swinging his legs back and forth again. "Detective, sergeant, constable, they're just words. Somebody's actions say a lot more about them than a title ever will."

Scotland, Wales, England and Northern Ireland...? England was the only one he'd been to, or heard of, for that matter, but he had learned that sometimes places existed on two worlds. After all, there was the London those spotted dogs came from, and the London on the other side of Never Land, and while they were both London, they somehow weren't the same London. Go figure. Axel had never really bothered trying to make heads or tails of the science of how worlds worked, though; he left that nitty gritty nonsense to Vexen.

"So your world is bigger than just this Britain place, then?" he asked. Some worlds were quite small, but others were much larger than the one he'd grown up in, and he was still getting used to the idea. "What's it called? Your world."

[condemned_copper]

A slow smirk began to spread across the copper's face; she liked the way this guy thought. The thought he'd just shared with her was one she'd honestly never thought of, so obsessed was she with rank and title and getting that next promotion. But then, it made perfect sense: how many inspectors, DCIs, even, had she known who were completely ineffective at their jobs? Louise worked damned hard, always improving her skill set; indeed, it was part of the reason why she'd get so irritated every time she was passed up for DI. "Be patient, Greenlee," her direct superior would often tell her to chin up; after all, it wasn't up to him.

"I have to say I agree 100 per cent on that account, Axel," she said, the smirk now a broad grin despite her somewhat dishevelled appearance. "I'll try and keep that in mind if I ever get back to where I came."

And speaking of that...

"It is...it's a planet. Called 'Earth'. Why? Where are you from?" The conversation had taken a bizarrely strange turn, because up to now, Louise had just assumed Axel to be from the same place, despite his odd manner of dress.

[got_it_memorized]

"Well, technically they're all planets, I'd think," Axel said, tapping his chin in thought again. "Then again, astrophysics never was my strong suit."

He did forget sometimes that knowledge of other worlds was fairly restricted these days, though. There had been a time when all the worlds had been connected, when people had been able to travel freely between them, but that had been long ago, so he wasn't really surprised that Louise was now looking at him like his hair had turned plaid.

"'Earth'," he echoed, and chuckled softly. How original. "I'm from a world called Radiant Garden--though... actually, it apparently acquired a new name in my absence." He had to admit, 'Hollow Bastion' sounded way more badass than 'Radiant Garden', but it had been surprisingly... sad to see what had become of the place after the Fall. He hadn't even been certain he recalled what that sort of sadness could feel like, but the deep, empty ache that had lodged itself deep inside the hole where his heart should have been, it had been as familiar as it had been unwelcome, somehow.

He shook his head.

"I'd honestly be surprised if you'd heard of it," he said. "Most people haven't."

[condemned_copper]

Astrophysics was DEFINITELY not hers. And, for that matter, the seasoned detective had NEVER lived in a time when anything was connected; Earth may well have been the only inhabited planet, save for all those UFO conspiracy theorists who insisted otherwise.

"'Radiant Garden'," she responded, echoing the words and mulling them over as she mouthed the syllables. "Much prettier-sounding than 'Earth', by any stretch of the imagination," she quipped. "What was it like?"

The words felt strange coming from her lips; asking about any other place other than the world she knew seemed an alien concept, and one she couldn't believe she was doing. It was both bizarre and wondrous all at once--but then, so was this place, once she'd gotten over the initial shock of waking up there.