☆ ᴛᴇsᴛ ᴅʀɪᴠᴇ ᴍᴇᴍᴇ 01 ☆

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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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Waking up and mealtime

[andalite_aristh]

The usual beds were definitely not built for an Andalite, but apparently they were equipped for other life forms, as they'd made do. He was confused and uncertain when he'd woke up, and it had put him on instant alert. He was definitely on a spacecraft of some kind, but it wasn't one he was familiar with.

The presence of humans on the beds in the room made him uneasy. So did the human female speaking to him. However, she did not display the usual revulsion and anger that a controller could never avoid upon seeing an Andalite. But if she was not a controller, than who or what was she? Humans did not travel the stars. They barely traveled into orbit around their own planet.

He looked around at the occupants of the other beds again, his stalk eyes swiveling as he climbed to his four hooved feet. Some were humans, but he realized now that some were other species as well.

< I do not understand this.> he said, his thought-speech in use since he had no mouth in his Andalite body. < Are you human? Humans do not travel the stars to my knowledge. And you do not know how I arrived here...but I am trapped? >

He also projected private thought speech, calling out for any of the others. < Prince Jake? Tobias? Rachel? Marco? Cassie? Are any of you here? Ellimist...Crayak...if you are responsible for this, I am not pleased. You said you would return us to Earth after the battle. > No reply came, however.

Mealtime:

Ax couldn't graze here, and did not eat like a normal human, but he did appreciate that the food dispenser was a replicator. He could order it to replicate grass, and it would do so. It still was not like galloping across the plains of home or the forest of Earth, but at least it was suitable. He could not sit like the other beings, but stood near one of the tables, his front hoof grinding and absorbing the grass in the bowl. The hard part was preventing the bowl from tipping and spilling its contents, especially since the floor was slippery and difficult for his Andalite hooves to get traction on at times.

He did intend to enter here in morph at a point in the near future, as he was unable to resist the thought of sampling the replicator's creations of human food. He could get as many delicious cinnamon buns as he could eat, he realized. And also a lot of other wonderful greasy, salty, flavorful food, the stuff his human friends called 'junk food'. Pizza, popcorn, Oreos, burgers.

If he had to be trapped here, at least he could appreciate this feature of the ship.

Another mealtime:

This time, Ax is in his human morph, a young teenaged human, dark haired and attractive by human standards. It was a mixture of DNA from Cassie, Jake, Rachel and Marco, a way of avoiding the need to morph a human on Earth. His plate is piled high with cinnamon buns and he's shoveling them in a little too fast. It's unavoidable. His human form's mouth is overwhelmed by the sensations he feels, since he has no mouth naturally.

"Buns! Bun-zuh!"

He doesn't seem to realize he's going to get some strange looks and questions from it, and the humans aren't here to control him...not good.