TEST DRIVE MEME

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TEST DRIVE MEME

Welcome to metaheroes! You do not need an invite in order to play on the test drive meme.

Test Drive threads can be used as game canon and can be treated as your character's arrival to the game. The first Arrival event differs from this Test Drive Meme and takes place a week later which also gives you the option to start fresh.

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CRASH LANDING

A confluence is defined as the convergence of one or more forces. A Confluence, capitalized, is the converging of one or more supernatural forces.

Confluences have been mild ever since the Godfall Event occurred in the 1980s. The older generations tell their children of the confluences they remember as children, the earth-shaking events that transformed the landscape of the world (and the people) every time they occurred. Now they're largely inconveniences. An explosion of experimental alien nanobots here, a magical lightning storm there, nothing particularly disruptive to day to day life.

Bad ones still occur every now and again. Something big and bombastic that shatters the peace that the world has cultivated over the years. But it’s rare. Where there was once terror any time a psychic or a precognitive seer predicted the future, people often simply shrug and make mental note to ensure they've renewed their meta-anomaly insurance.

After all, the Guilds have always been good about reporting when something big was happening well before it actually happened.

And so imagine the surprise when the sky splits open over Little Love, Kansas in the early hours of the morning on January 4th.

No one sees it coming. Especially not smack dab in the middle of Kansas.

Little Love is a small town — really more a handful of connected streets than an actual city. A gas station and a water tower proudly welcome drivers into town off the interstate, and a statue of its greatest hero, Featherweight, stands proudly in the middle of its tiny central park. Crops and cows sprawl as far as the eye can see in every direction. This is the place people go to get away from it all, the kind of place where nothing is ever supposed to happen.

Awareness hits you in a rush. So does the ground. You barely register it hurtling towards you before you make impact. Whatever surface you strike - the pavement, the frozen fields, someone's shed - is pulverized, but somehow, you're unharmed.

You're not alone, either. All around you are others who fell picking themselves up from their own craters, equally and impossibly undamaged by the impact that should have pulverized you.

Perhaps they know what's happening. The town is still and quiet, there's a chance to speak now in what is surely the calm before the storm.

As you move through the sleepy town, it comes awake. Lights flick on. Townspeople step outside in their pajamas and nightgowns to find the source of the commotion. Some grab blankets to offer to the newcomers who clearly aren't dressed for a midwestern winter, but they won't go as far as to invite anyone inside and quickly step back once blankets are accepted. They appear quite apprehensive and seem to be keeping their distance.

TOO MUCH POWER

It's nothing personal: new metas rarely have full control of their abilities. The fact that you all just came tumbling down form the sky makes it pretty clear to them that something strange is afoot. Confluences almost always make for chaos, and newly powered people don't handle that kind of stress well.

Perhaps you're one of the lucky ones, who have already had powers or who are capable of taking this in stride.

But perhaps you're not. Perhaps energy crackles within you, and before you know what's happening, your new powers are activating. You don't know how to control these. Perhaps your new eyebeams suddenly blast from previously unpowered eyeballs, destroying the water tower. Perhaps your new ability to shift density has you stumbling back and disappearing into the walls of houses or dropping through the earth.

And it's not just those of you who fell from the sky. Some of the citizens appear to be experiencing similar problems. A scared preteen phases through you. A farmer who fused with one of his bulls rampages through Main Street, destroying cars and street lights and terrifying those he once named friends.

Cause problems, or step up as a hero and help minimized the damage, or do your very best to calm down and coach these new metahumans.

STRANGER THAN FICTION

As the energies fueling this Confluence reach their conclusion, something smashes through the local library's roof, gleaming in the moonlight. Smoke chokes the air, made thicker by magic. Perhaps that is why you struggle to process the cybernetic dragon clawing its way free of the wreckage. It lets out a mindbending scream and lurches skyward, and in its wake other impossible storybook creatures follow suit. Ghosts, goblins and - Pinnochio?

The frightened folks of Little Love freeze in place and the creatures careen towards them, intent on causing mischief and mayhem.

And as the dragon soars above your heads, each flap of its wings send a shower of glowing words falling down upon your heads. If one of these words touches your skin a digitized voice begins to speak — once upon a time — and the world around you flickers like static. The town falls away and is instead replaced with a watercolor landscape. As the narrator continues, the story takes the shape of a children's book of your choosing, and you've been thrust into the role of the protagonist.

Only it doesn't seem quite right. Did Hansel and Gretel's witch always wear form-fitting spandex? Did Little Red Riding Hood always have a plasma rifle? You're fairly certain The Little Mermaid didn't take place in outer space! Yet all around you, these modified, blockbuster versions of traditional tales spin to life out of voxels. The stories each follow their own winding tale, but one thing is consistent: it's a classic you know, but with a sharp sci-fi twist.

Mercifully, you're not alone. Whatever this is seems to have grabbed people in pairs, and so you've got a partner to work through this. Perhaps you can use your knowledge of the original tale to speedrun it to its conclusion, or perhaps you'd rather just blast your way to the end using your newfound abilities.

If you were lucky enough to be untouched by those letters, congratulations: you're left watching those unfortunate enough to be touched blink out of existence. This leaves you and whoever else got out unscathed standing before a horde of cartoony sci-fi villains intent on wrecking havoc on the already ravaged town. The townspeople don't seem to have any real defense against them, leaving it up to you and your fellow fallers to protect what little town they have left.

The dragon makes its way back to the library, landing with a thunderous boom and roaring again. Clutched in one of it's mighty clawed hands is a glowing book. If fairy tales have taught you anything, it should be that beating the dragon and grabbing its mcguffin is the only guaranteed way to save the day. Go forth, heroes!

AFTERMATH

All the monsters have been dealt with. The people who were caught under the book's spell stumble free as the illusion breaks, either because they finished the tale or because the dragon was felled. Those who helped save the day are celebrated. People cheer, eagerly shake hands and embrace you, expressing their gratitude at simply being alive.

Just when you think you’ve got a handle on your new situation, there's a flash, a rush of energy. You find yourself standing in a large white room. Around you are the other fallers and the townspeople who had just displayed a sudden burst of abilities. All look equally alarmed. Anyone injured in the library fight will find the injuries tingling as energies within the space begin to stabilize you.

A robed figure slumps against the outer side of the glass doors, their hand pressed to the surface and faintly glowing. A second later, a man materializes out of thin air and bends down to check on them. He straightens up and presses the intercom button:

"My name is Atomight, and you're at Alliance HQ. You were all caught in a Confluence and as a result, many of you have developed metahuman abilities. There are power nullifies in place so please don't worry about losing control. And the space is enchanted and will give you whatever comforts you ask of it.

"We won't keep you here long. I apologize for this, I truly do. This is not at all the way we want to welcome new metas. But we need to ensure that your condition is stable, and there are far more of you than we could ever have anticipated... This one wasn't on the books. I've got to go back to help, but I'll be back as soon as I can. I promise."

And then he's gone.

The room responds to sentient intent, materializing whatever you wish from thin air and rearranging the space to fit whatever is brought in. Before long, a massive spa-like bathroom fills the far corner. Rows and rows of doors spring up, leading to little cubbies sporting beds as soft as dreams. A chest of drawers spits out the most luxurious clothing you can imagine. Tables spring up groaning under incredible amounts of food.

Ask it and it provides. The only thing it won't give you is an exit.

The room will keep you safe from outside forces and put a cap on those new hard to control abilities. It will also stop you from killing each other, should that urge be one you struggle with. The room is attuned hostility and responds to the intent to harm. The moment you think to lash out at someone, you'll find yourself hauled away into a quiet time out corner.

Might as well grab a bite to eat and mingle a little. Ask the room for a magical puppy to pet so you can calm down a little, or ask a stranger for a nice warm hug to cope with a very strange and stressful day.

Atomight eventually returns. This time, he steps inside. Evidently, you're all safe. His smile is warm and apologetic, but he's here now to answer your questions and ask a few of his own to gain an understanding of what has happened.

WE'RE NOT IN KANSAS ANYMORE

You're not going home anytime soon. That becomes all too clear in the hours following your arrival. Reports are coming in from across the world - dimension hoppers can't open portals back home, time travellers are temporally locked to this point in time. Something is wrong and it's going to take a little longer to fix it. A week at most, they assure you, refusing any offers for your help.

And so 24 hours after your arrival, the Guardian Alliance makes arrangements for somewhere less... well, like their gym.

The Diadem Hotel is a luxury hotel usually reserved for the obscenely wealthy. It's rooms are enormous, the beds quite literally enchanted to offer the perfect night's sleep, and the food would usually cost your life savings just to sample. But given the circumstances, the Alliance feels it only fair to offer you a little comfort on their dime. Everything is complimentary, and everyone gets an alliance credit card to spend on entertainment, clothing, and whatever other necessities they might need. The cards appear to have an obscenely high limit and there doesn't seem to be an expectation for you to pay it back.

There's a shopping center immediately across the street. It has an impressive array of outlets that cater to your every need. Food, clothing... and swords? If you can think of it, it's for sale. Although anything clearly supernatural or metahuman seems to be at a minimum and offered under the table. You can grab clothing made to withstand any superpower and a surprisingly mediocre Taco Bell order while you're at it. There's a Super Cinema in the shopping complex across the street that's showing the latest Mystic Mike movie, a franchise wherein a fictional male stripper gets magical powers and begins fighting crime using a pole as a staff.

Central City isn't exactly the nicest place in the world. Wander too far from the shopping district and you'll find yourselves thick into territory controlled by the local non-meta crime syndicate... but maybe that's where you want to be. Maybe you're here to see just what this world is dealing with. If you're going to be stuck here you might as well make yourself useful, right?

Or perhaps you're not the heroic type. Maybe this is simply scoping out the competition.

Regardless, it won't take long for trouble to find you. Test out your new powers, do a little thieving, stop a few muggings - this is your time to use as you see fit.

CLIFFNOTES

Your character has been dropped into the farming city of Little Love, Kansas.

Characters may lose control of their powers. You're free to destroy as much of the town as you'd like.

A giant cybernetic dragon rips out of the library, freeing a ton of sci-fi infused storybook villains. The villains start destroying the already wrecked town. Characters can step up and stop them, or take advantage of the chaos to do something nefarious.

The cybernetic dragon holds a magical book that is the key to releasing the characters trapped in those twisted tales. We won't be threading this battle out, but please feel free to assume it falls and 'powers down' multiple times.

Characters may also get pulled into classic children's stories if they are hit with the word shower from the dragon's wings. These stories have a sci-fi twist to them. You're free to choose whichever classic tale you'd like and warp it as you go along. They'll be released from the story if they reach the proper conclusion (eg. Hanzel and Gretel escape the witch's candy spaceship) or break it in a fundamental way that means it cannot continue along the intended route (eg. you shoot the witch with a ray gun before she ever gets her hands on them). They need to get to the end of the story to escape it. Everyone will be released when the dragon is destroyed.

NPCs arrive on the scene just after the dragon falls. Player characters (and the residents of the town who have gained powers) are magically transported to the Guardian Alliance's headquarters. They will be held in a magical room for a period of about a day, and then will be transitioned to the Diadem Hotel.

Characters are given luxury suites at the hotel, and a credit card with an unlimited balance. They're free to mingle, eat, shop, and check out the world they've been dropped into.

You can talk with Atomight here. While we will not be directly threading the encounters out, we will summarize any answers and responses he will give.

The threads in this Test Drive Meme threads can/will be carried over into game canon. If you do not get a chance to tag into the test drive, don't worry! The game's opening event will be a Confluence taking place a week later.

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David Alleyne/Prodigy | Marvel-616 (MoM CRAU) | OTA

[helpdesk_hero]

A. Stranger Than Fiction
For all the weird shit that David had been through, whether it was back home or in the myriad dimensions he'd helped chase the Patrinot through or mutant shit or even the ImPort world, never had he hever before seen a giant cybernetic dragon. Part of him wondered if the technopathy he'd acquired in that last world would be able to control the dragon, but there was no way he was going to get close enough to touch it.

Though as the words rained down there was one thing David could do. He tapped into another power he'd picked up in that last world and threw his hands over his head, yellow-gold psionic energy appearing in a shield over his head as the word 'embargo' plummeted down toward him. The word shattered over his head, held back by his shield, in a glitter of silver sparks as David watched someone else struck by a word and disappear.

"Get for cover!" he shouted as loudly as he could before flexing the shield around himself into a loose armor to shield him from the slash of a glowing saber from some techno pirate.

"You know what, I think I'd prefer the usual stuff like alien invasions, thanks."


B. Aftermath
Waiting. Waiting sucks. Of course, he's used to these sorts of things at this point. The waiting. The being watched. This was just usual, and David shrugged it off when this Atomight gave his little run down. Clearly they've got people with foresight gifts, and when their predictions failed things were weird.

"Coffee," he requested as he mvoed to one of the tables covered with food, and sure enough, a large carafe of something pungent formed on the table.

"Cushy, for a prison," David noted as he poured himself a cup. "Anyone else want one?"


C. Not In Kansas Anymore
Knowledge is power. That was, inherently, what David operated on back home. His power was in the end knowledge and skills, and the things he'd gained from the last world he was in only furthered that sort of way to approach the world. So, given freedom to wander, David had immediately gone to the shopping center, purchased a phone, and now he immediately sat in a food court, looking out of place with his yellow lens sunglasses, sitting cross legged on a chair, hand covering a cell phone on the table.

For all that he wasn't looking at the phone, his eyes weren't really focusing on anything else around him. Which would make him really easy to sneak up on. And one slipping too close and rousing his attention would find David yelping as proximity registered and his defenses came up, in the form of golden-yellow light in his hand shaking into a knife that he looked ready to defend himself with.

And then he took a second look and the knife winked out of existence.

"Sorry. Just, uh, jumpy. Didn't mean to freak out like that."


[OOC: I will match tag styles. Just hit me up with what you want and I'll mirror.

If you've played with David back in MoM, feel free to recognize him and treat their old CR as still standing. Otherwise, if you're playing a Marvel-616 character, or someone who might know of him because they're a comics nerd, feel free to know/recognize/fourth wall David. Finally, if you want to talk hit me up at churbooseanon or by messaging this account.]

B.

[numberthree]

[ I'm still writing my other one, but I couldn't resist tossing her over already? ]

There are quiet steps behind him. Not silent as they could be from the two decades of training, she can never quite train out or stop finding new reasons to need still. Especially if everything keeps going like the last time it did when they went -- home is the wrong word, but it's the only stand-in there is—their world, but not their time.

She's a bit tired from the day, and she's surprised to hear the familiar voice, which has her slipping her way through the crowd. Even post the fighting, Allison still looks as immaculate as she did every second of her life in the ImPort world; it seems those powers have followed her here, too.

"I'd love one if you're offering."

She's got a pleased, still slightly surprised smile for David, when he looks up.

Never resist, my friend

[helpdesk_hero]

A familiar voice, one that brought a brief, sad smile to his lips. What were the chances that this Allison was one who would know his name, know his face, know him as a friend? Though when he looked up and there was that smile, his own widened. He allowed himself a chuckle as he poured a second cup and held it out to her.

"For you, Allison, it's always an offering. I admit, I wasn't expecting the latest kidnapping to come with a familiar face."

In fact, he hadn't expected a kidnapping at all. Was this another one of those flickers of another universe that they'd experienced with the imPort world, or was it something else? He supposed time would tell. One month. Those flickers of reality never lasted more than one month. He's already got a timer running.

Aftermath;

[forasecond]

Five is sick of this place already and he's only been here as long as anyone else in this room. But the mention of coffee gets his attention. "Is it at least decent?" he asks, his tone unnecessarily snappish. He's already reaching for a cup to pour the steaming liquid into. He'll drink it either way, but it'd be nice to have a decent cup of coffee for once.

[helpdesk_hero]

A bit of a waspish tone wasn't going to stir David from his contemplation of the brew. He loved coffee enough to really evaluate it, and after a light sniff he took an even smaller sip to contemplate it, even as Five was pouring.

"I suppose the question depends on what you're looking for in a coffee. The space seems to have favored my own desire in the moment, so it seems to be a strongly brewed single source dark roast. Hawaiian if I know my beans, likely an Arabica."

Another sip, slow and careful. The snapping attitude meant that David was going into the fullest depths of coffee snob that he could dredge up. Thank fuck that he'd met more than a few baristas that were so taken with the drink that he knew how to do a proper tasting.

"I'd say notes of dark chocolate, cedar... roasted hazelnut? I'd have to guess a Koa perhaps. All in all, pleasant."

B.

[fridgeflower]

Laurie's just happy to pinpoint a familiar face. This isn't what she'd been expecting, and she hasn't had time to figure out the possible whys and hows of it all. She weaves around people to reach David at the table and responds to the question with a somewhat breathless, tired and cynical, "Please and thanks."

Once she's got her cup and a seat, she seems lost for a beat or two before she looks at David more directly.

"Did she lie to us? Or is this... God, this could be anything, huh?"

[helpdesk_hero]

Laurie. Damn but he wants to cry for seeing her here. He didn't know what was worse: Laurie being here and perhaps them being lied to about going home, or Laurie NOT being here when all she had grown to be in the imPort world might not come home with her.

But there's no denying she's his friend, and he sips his coffee in companionable silence for a bit before she speaks.

"Could be one last flicker of the distortions in space that world had. Could be we missed our target. Could be a bad dream for one or both of us. Or she could have lied. Who even knows at this point."

He's a genius and he's clueless. Which wasn't too much of a change from daily life.

i slide in a wildcard, also hello this is the account with better icons now

[wereraptor]

[ Before the round up into the white room, but still decently after the crashing chaos of the town has been brought under control, Damian spots something unexpected: a familiar face. It's one that takes him a moment to place, but the instant he does it comes with a flood of dusty memories. David. Damian grins, tames it into something more sedate, and starts toward David and David's little cloud of thankful civilians.

Damian's face has aged since they last saw one another, the cheekbones more pronounced and the lines drawn deeper. His vivid red hair has dulled a little — gray hairs, not so many as to make him look graying, only enough to take the edge out of the auburn. The pale suit, because there are always things that stay the same, looks scuffed and rumpled, but that could just be the doing of their bumpy, violent welcome. The handcuffs that trap his wrists together in front of his body are new, though. ]

Excuse me, sorry — [ That's a 40-year-old Damian nudging his way through the little crowd toward David: a little taller, a little broader, but ever ready with the perfect mask of a good humored smile. He keeps his cuffed hands low — not hidden, just easy to overlook.] Hi, can I borrow you?

Re: i slide in a wildcard, also hello this is the account with better icons now

[helpdesk_hero]

[Crowds of thankful citizens were never David's idea of a good time. In fact, toward the end of his time in the last world it had been getting to the point where he had almost wanted to groan when he saw people moving toward him looking thankful. At least here he didn't have a reputation seeming to precede him. He was only being thanked for what he had genuinely done.

There are enough voices and enough bodies while he is trying to affect his escape that at first David doesn't really consider how the crowd is moving. No, he's busy considering creating an energy barrier to make good his escape. But there is something that stops him. Was it the flash of pale clothes so close to auburn hair? Was it a voice just a shade different from what the knew? Or was it in that moment when Damian fully stepped forward and in the face of all those changes on display all David could see was those familiar, beautiful, sweetly blue eyes?

Sure the rest came in a moment later and David schooled his smile down to just pleasant when faced with the question offered to him. Hadn't he learned by now not to assume? Don't assume someone is good. Don't assume something that happens is bad. And definitely don't assume that a familiar face has any clue who you are. Chances were high that they didn't.

So he kept his pleasant smile in place and nodded, finally extracting himself from the crowd to step aside and gesturing for the likely stranger who just happened to wear his former love's face (if a bit more gently used than before) to step aside with him.]

Seems like I'm not going much of anywhere, so I suppose I can spare a few.

C

[onthe_threshold]

It's entirely possible that in order to become a supervillain you need to have a really good evil smile. Maybe it's on the form you have to fill out in order to get your cape, who knows.

Matthew doesn't smile much. But when he does...

Yeah.

"Cute knife."


[OOC: Couldn't resist, sorry. We can either count MoM or clean slate, I don't care which.]

[helpdesk_hero]

That was definitely a menacing smile. Not the worst he'd ever seen, but still menacing. The light winked out of course, but David didn't know that he was happy with that. He felt like he wanted that thing back.

"I can make something a bit more forceful than it," David answered, because he felt a bit defensive. And wished he had a morning star in his hand now.

b

[anthropophagite]

[ did someone say coffee? Kaneki wants some, yes.

he was wandering around, unsure what to do or think about all of this - this certainly is Earth, isn't it? So multi-universes exist? Thinking of those things is such a headache - but eventually wanders next to the drinks, following the familiar smell of coffee.

He stops besides David, silent at first, until the other offers a cup ] Ah- yes, please. No sugar or cream.

[helpdesk_hero]

[He had indeed said coffee and he poured another cup, passing the black brew over before sipping his own. And with the bitter amusement of someone trapped in a cage, he couldn't avoid the snark that followed.]

So, come here often?

A.

[pangzi]

[ Hard light shields are definitely handy to have when there are strange glittering words raining down from the sky. Baixi is holding up his own to block the word 'sheer' from hitting him. Thankfully, the block is successful. He's even more thankful that he happened to arrive with his Bat-Man suit and associated gadgetry. He wishes Robin Bot were here, but... He'll have to make due without him. ]

Over there, that awning!

[ Finally, Baixi and the young hero in yellow have a minute to catch their breath. He nods, feeling somewhat exasperated. ]

Yes, I'd definitely prefer an enemy whose motivations and abilities I could at least understand. This western dragon makes no sense!

[helpdesk_hero]

[Hey, someone calling for a retreat isn't something David will argue against. He keeps the shield above him, sometimes flaring it out to knock attacking pirate hackers away before joining the stranger under the awning. It takes little effort at all for him to wrap the awning in his shield, keeping them behind the glowing yellow barrier.]

Yes, there is an absolute physics improbability to the flight of a European style dragon, but come on, don't tell me that you're going to argue that a more traditional Chinese style makes much more sense with flight. And I'm pretty sure cyber-dragons are a whole other mess. Take it as given that it's a wizard robot dragon and from there we can move on to plans.

C - MOM CRAU flavor, of course.

[kid_flash_found]

Bart hadn't meant to startle anyone, but his feline companion had taken a nosedive to the end of his harness and lead before he'd noticed, and he'd gone chasing before thinking about it. But the knife caught him up short, even as his fingers caught on the trailing leash before Kat-El went too far away. Except the young cat wasn't running past them, he'd been running towards the guy now holding an energy knife.

But he took a moment, not moving to scoop the furry terror up just yet, instead studying the man in front of him. Because familiar but not didn't mean friendly. And talking to someone like you knew them could go badly.

"Uh, it's fine. I get it. Nerves and all." A beat. "Nice color choice."

Re: C - MOM CRAU flavor, of course.

[helpdesk_hero]

The hesitation is one David gets. This sort of thing happened to people like them. This could easily just be a different Bart after all.

But Kat-El earned a radiant smile and David reached his fingers out and left them near the little fuzz ball to smell.

"Yeah, it wasn't my choice. But come on, we both know I look far better in this shade than even you do, Bart."

Because that shy little anxious fuzz ball reacting positively to David could only mark this as a friend.

@ c

[violetnce]

A violet haired mutant looks more impressed and surprised than offended or threatened by the display, and easily slides into the chair opposite him.

“That's a neat trick.” Betsy's British accent is very much hers, even if this body technically isn't. “Am I biased as hell? Yes.” She smirks slightly, pausing for a moment.

“Just knives, or can you do—?” Her own purple psionic energy shapes into claws like Wolverine's, then a pair of batons, and finally a sai, before she stops. She wants him to show off, not her.

[helpdesk_hero]

Shit. Betsy. Of all the people to sneak up on him, David hadn't expected her. He looks quite embarrassed as she settles into the seat, and it's less easy to embarrass him than it could be.

Still, she's prompting and David immediately curls his fingers, a matching pair of claws over his own hands, followed by batons, followed by sai. And he follows that up by forming a little kitten of golden energy that frolics along the table.

"I think it's more like an echo of Kid Omega's ability, but with more limits? Like... like hard-light projections from the Danger Room maybe."

B Also Jubes is canon-current, ignore the older icons

[ninetieskid]

Well, at least there's another familiar face. Jubilee meanders up with a cup in one hand and a bored expression on her face.

"That's a word for it."

Jubilee wasn't really impressed, but then...when is she ever? And who can blame her after being pulled from literal paradise island to Kansas?

"I mean, it sure beats some of the places we've ended up, I guess."

HEY! My Jubes Friend!

[helpdesk_hero]

Her voice is of course familiar and David smiles, nodding to her and gesturing to the pot of coffee.

"I suppose it depends. Where's the weirdest place you've been? This isn't the weirdest for me, which is insane."

aftermath

[thecoolerloki]

A certain godling stared at David intensely as he poured his coffee, before finally speaking up,

"... is it good."

He didn't want to potentially embarrass himself as he had with the New Mutants, but also he actually was curious about the coffee. For some reason, no one had ever let him have it.

[helpdesk_hero]

Loki. David knew that voice well. Without even asking how Loki would want it prepared (because he already knew), David prepared and cup and slid it to another seat.

"Exactly what I wanted, which means a good bit of quality."

B

[rebelarrow]

[Judd was on edge. He'd been in rooms like this as a child, and it never ended well for them. The thing that gave him pause was what he could only consider magic, as materialization was beyond anything any of the three races he was familiar with were capable of. That was certainly a new variable in all of this. It would be nigh impossible to train soldiers in a room that could provide them with all of the defense they could possibly need.

Such as the gun that had appeared to him safely hidden away in his synth leather jacket.

He should be home, with his pack. With Jenna. Instead, he found himself in yet another world, surrounded once more by complete strangers.

His eye caught something from across the room. Not entirely.

Judd slips silently through the crowd until he makes his way to where the food had materialized. If it was who he thought it was, he could have just 'pathed him from where he stood, but his time in the past world had shown him that even a familiar face could be a stranger. He had to be certain.]

David.

[helpdesk_hero]

[Just him sitting here, enjoying his coffee, until there was a voice. A voice that both gave him a touch of relief, and a lot of sorrow. Poor guy.]

So you didn't make it home then. Coffee?