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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!
captains_log: (pleased)

goodness, talk about a high-impact job!!

[personal profile] captains_log 2016-07-15 12:48 am (UTC)(link)
She chuckled. "A Ferengi is an entirely different species of humanoid," she said. "They look much less human than Bajorans do; they're fairly short in stature, completely bald, and have very large ears." She pantomimed big rounded ears on either side of her head, and then shrugged one shoulder. "I'm sure you'll encounter Bano and Drent before too long," she assured him, "especially if you're a fan of alcoholic beverages. They'll barter anything so long as there's a demand."

She blinked at him then, and made a sound of understanding.

"Ah, a... 'billionaire'," she said, looking a bit pleased she knew the right term. "Unfortunately, I'm afraid you're at least half right: in the 24th century, money as you understand it does still exist, but the accumulation of wealth and material possessions are no longer a driving force in society. Today we measure richness in how much we have aided others and contributed to the betterment of the Federation and peace."

She blew out a sigh and rubbed at the back of her neck uncomfortably.

"That being said, we're nowhere near Federation space, wherever we are," she said, "so I'm sure this won't be the case on any planets or space stations we may come across. We're likely going to have to figure out some means of bartering with natives if we stand a chance of resupplying or repairing the ship. That, however, is a bridge to be crossed when reached. In the meantime, your lodging, food, and clothing will all be provided for you here on board the ship," she said. "You'll have no need for money for necessities here."