starlins | ( TESTDRIVE MEME )

T
E
S
T
D
R
I
V
E

M
E
M
E

INSTRUCTIONS

(1) Check out the premise, rules and faq for the basics on Knowhere's gameplay. You might also want to look over the locations and power guidelines.

(2) Post a top-level comment with your character's name and canon in the header. You may use one of the following prompts if you're looking for ideas:

1• You've arrived on the station of Knowhere and decided to explore! Unfortunately for you, there are no readily available maps and the locals don't seem eager to help you get to where you'd like to go. All the hallways seem to look the same, and sometimes directions seem to switch places--you're going south when you want to head north, and left when you want to go right. Do you ask for help? Stew in your own discontent? Punch a passerby in retaliation?

2• You've made it to the most happening spot on the station--Starlin's Bar. Unfortunately, Earth and your homeworld are out of fashion, and the drinks aren't quite what you were expecting. Some are bright blue, others give off smokey vapor, and some even have unintended side effects. You can be brave and order the house special, chat up that nice looking alien at the bar, or try and round up a game of pool.

3• You'd heard something about powers, and now it seems like they're finally kicking in--just not as you'd expected. You might have teleported to somewhere you didn't intend to go, or read someone's emotions without meaning to. Maybe you're breathing fire, or the computers have all started talking back to you when you mumble at them. In any case, this won't end well.

4• Wildcard! Make use of any of Knowhere's locations and locals, or try out the network and hologram system. Anything goes, here.

(3) Tag around to others and get a feel for the gameplay of Knowhere and how your character interacts with other prospective appers'!

(4) Keep threading for as long as you'd like. Threads of 10 or more tags may be linked as samples for applications to Knowhere. This meme will remain open until the next one is posted for July's application round.

(5) Don't forget to reserve your character starting on June 7th, and apply starting on June 14th!

RETURN TO NAVIGATION.

Flat | Top-Level Comments Only

'Bout time you showed up.

[ McCoy sits down heavy beside Jim at the counter, his own glass of God knows what carried over from his table in the corner. He's had one hell of a day by himself, now he gets to effectively bitch about it to a victim of circumstance. ]

[A little smile touches the corners of his mouth without even having to look at the owner of that voice.]

Were you waiting long? [He knows, Bones, he knows that you miss him always and love him the best, you don't have to say it. Jim does turn slightly to look at McCoy, sipping at his blue concoction that does not taste better than it looks for the record but he hasn't grown that much since he's still drinking it.]

I lost my watch.

[A watch he never owned.]

You'd lose yer damn head if it wasn't screw on tight...

[ Now it's debatable whether or not that head is screwed on right, but that's a discussion for another time. ]

And yes, I was. A minute here is too long! We can't leave--Or, should I say, aren't allowed to leave. I'm bettin' on the latter.

[ Suckiest day ever! Well, no, it's really not, but it's damn inconvenient that's for sure! He takes a swig of his amber drink, the taste souring his expression further. ]

[There's absolutely nothing wrong with his head!]

You're probably right. [Says a man who has Ideas and Plans about how to change that maybe possibly but no clear idea on how he wants to execute them yet.]

Is that bourbon that bad?

[ No, there is, but McCoy isn't complaining. ]

Depends if you wanna classify it as bourbon...

[ He slides it over for Jim to try, expecting to see the exact same face on the kid. It's not that it's strong, it's the fact that it's so goddamn sweet he's pretty sure he's developed two cavities just from looking at it.

Not that he's going to tell his friend. Let him discover the sickly sweet taste on his own. ]

[Yeah that's some really shitty bourbon. Jim slides it back over to Bones, he can keep that one, he'll keep on drinking the mystery blue stuff.]

You need to get something else there, Bones.

Pretty sure the last thing we need to be doin' is gettin' somethin' else.

[ They are stuck halfway across the universe. There's better ways to spend their time. But, for all his warning, he doesn't stop the process. He's been here long enough to have run out of ideas, and while his ideas may not count for a lot, Spock's hit a wall too. The stubborn Vulcan may never admit it, but even with all his :fascinating" this and experimenting with that, he's got nothing.

Getting smashed seems just as productive as banging your head against a wall anyway. ]

So I should probably tell you so he doesn't get the smug satisfaction of surprisin' you... But Spock's here. In a manner of speakin'.

[Oh well if Spock's hit a wall-- he's not Jim Kirk. Who doesn't believe in giving up. Who is the little energizer bunny of finding loopholes.]

In a manner of speaking... [Kirk signals at the bartender to bring his friend here some of the blue stuff instead of that crappy excuse for bourbon. Just drink it, Bones, don't think about what it's in it because the answer will never be known and it's not fun unless there's a risk of going blind and deaf and dumb, alright.]

So which Spock is it? Ours? The universe hopping one? A new one?

[ McCoy simply grunts his thanks and bypasses the amber cough medicine for something, hopefully, a little more robust. And as he takes a sip he thinks robust might be too light a term. ]

You're way too comfortable with this... And I'm not sure. Maybe a new one, or the old one before he got old.

Share a mind with the Vulcan, Bones, you learn to get comfortable with a lot.

[And you know, it's easy to accept that kind of thing when it slaps you in the face. Nero, the Narada, his dad-- all of it, his whole life is defined by there being more than one reality.]

But you're sure that he's not ours. Interesting.

yeah, I'm pretty damn sure. His uniform was different. And he was older... I mean he acted like an unfeelin' robot, but... No, he wasn't ours.

[ Sighing, he takes another sip of his drink and stares off into space. ]

This universe is ri-godddamn-diculous sometimes...

[That kind of sucks, honestly. He actually is disappointed that it's not their Spock because he actually likes their Spock and they get each other now and he doesn't feel like he's living up to a man that he's never met before who has the same name and face as him.]

Does he know? That we're not from the same... place, I guess?

Oh he knows alright, but he doesn't know anythin' about Romulus or red matter... Not that I told him much of anythin to begin with.

Figured there's no use splinterin' the universe timelines more than it's already been.

( TESTDRIVE MEME )

YOU SONUVABITCH!!!

shh boo there is kirk for all!!

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject