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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!
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"Somehow I rather doubt you're going to let me dig through the systems on the ship just to stave off boredom. And even if you'd let me, I don't think I want to check the hardware until we set down somewhere. Trying to work on engines while in flight is not something I want to ever do again."
Though if she found out these people HAD kidnapped her because she was the lost princess, she WOULD do it again, and take her chances that wherever they crashed, she could escape and get a message back home. Blast it all to cinder, where was Dimwit anyway. She needed something she could safely kick, and it was hardly like she could damage the small bot worse than h was....
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It's not that she doubts young people can be extremely skilled, not in the least. A gifted youth is certainly not beyond belief. But to assign someone so young to such critical repairs showed a great deal of faith. She'll admit it; she's impressed.
"You're right that I can't just let you loose on the systems. You understand the reasons, I'm sure. But I'll see what I can do about finding you something to work on. It isn't as if we have a lack of things to fix around here."
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She nodded. "I'm good at fixing things, computers and small 'bots mostly. Just about the only thing I won't fix is a fight," small bit of cage humour there....
"How do I earn credits here, anyway?" She could use some parts and tools to start. She liked having her own equipment, even if it wasn't the best stuff.
I'm so sorry for how slow I've been
She paused to take a sip of her tea. "As for credits, onboard, there won't be any need. The Federation hasn't used any form of monetary exchange for quite some time. Besides, as far as I'm concerned, we've all been thrown into this together- and we take care of our own. When we eventually go planetside, we'll have to see. Who knows what we'll find, let alone what kind of economy they'll be working with."
That's fine, don't worry about it.
Figuring this out was a problem she could stitch. She could help fix this. She could do something good for these people and get home in the bargain. Back home to her people, to her seven dorky little droids, to her Dane....