Oh shit it's a hamster, GET IN THE CAR

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The Test Drive Meme

Bad news! You've been kidnapped by aliens to a very randomly planned city inside a moon in a galaxy far far away. The aliens have done this for the lulz. And research. But mostly lulz. Lots of bad and strange things happen, as the collection of weirdo citizens will no doubt tell you. The good news is this is a quiet day with absolutely no horrors, so grab your tablet and get to exploring and/or trolling.

Aww yiss open-to-all-and-any test drive meme. Have some rules, such as they are:
1. Tag in with a character. Any character. Any medium. One you've already apped, one you're thinking of apping, one you'll never app, go wild.
2. That character has either a) just arrived in Taxon or b) has been stuck in the city for some time. Totally up to you.
3. You do not have to be a member of Taxon to participate. All are welcome to pop on in and be enabled!
4. App these fabulous people :D

Comments

General Lionwhyte | Brutal Legend

[hairmetalmilitia]

[ Well this isn't right. For one, there's not a single ounce of glitz or shine in the city, for two--

WHERE THE HELL IS THE REST OF MY ARMY?!

[ That's not entitled screaming. Nope. Not at all. ]

[aintnoconvict]

[ okay OW. ]

Nowhere near here, and yelling isn't going to make it show up any faster.

Re: General Lionwhyte | Brutal Legend

[kingroadie]

[Eddie knows that screeching- so it doesn't take him long to find Lionwhyte.]

If they're smart, they probably ran the fuck away soon as they possibly could. I know I fuckin' would if I had to work for you, fuckhead.

[blue_bird]

They turn to dust as quickly as they rise.

Gamzee Makara | Homestuck | AU/Aged up

[lovesfaygo]

[ Taxon gets nothing but a few lines of text sent to their device: ]

so where does anyone
GET SOME MOTHERFUCKING SHIT
all up in here
BECAUSE I'VE GOT MOTHERFUCKING QUESTIONS
and not a lot of answers.
HONK.
honk.
:0)

[ text, mmmhm ]

[aintnoconvict]

[ oh dear everloving Zoltan this is sure gonna be A Thing which is happening. ]

One: watch the language.

Two: Try asking, that tends to help.

[text]

[betterthantruth]

I would advise making use of the nearest restroom. As for questions, I should think it self explanatory.

Mr. Gold | Once Upon A Time [location / voice] TRYING THIS AGAIN WITH GRAMMAR

[wheelsanddeals]

For once Gold has no idea what is going on, and while this perturbs him in the extreme he has no intention of letting on to that fact. He strolls the streets, cane tap-tapping the pavement, and searches for familiar faces in an even more unfamiliar context. Eventually he settles in at a sidewalk cafe, orders a cup of tea, and decides the direct approach may be in his best interest.

"These aliens who've collected us," Gold begins, addressing his tablet. His tone is casual and he has a noticeable Scottish brogue. "I'd like to know if there's any way to contact them, or if anyone's aware of how...open they are to negotiation."

While he had nothing to bargain with at the moment it was always advantageous to determine if a deal could be made.

[location]

[betterthantruth]

Were Garak the sort of man who would appreciate references to human culture, he might just have a bit of a moment. Here, a parlour of sorts, and two spiders rather than one.

Quaint.

He makes his way over, posture perfect and moving not at all like a human, but something more reminiscent of a reptile. All smooth lines and weird, angular shapes, and a set of piercing blue eyes to go with his enigmatic smile.

"If I may be so bold," he says, voice lilting and amiable to a fault. "But I would advise against using the term 'alien'. I'm afraid it is fast going," artful pause goes here, "out of style. Very last season."

Glancing at the chair opposite the human. "May I?"

[Location!]

[nosuchthingas]

Finding herself snatched suddenly from the forest had been alarming enough, but the situation had gone from bad to worse when she started to explore the city. It was eerie. The forest had been peaceful, but there was a world of difference between peace and silence.

Snow moved quietly through the streets, her knuckles turning a little white as she tightened her grip on the length of pipe she'd managed to find as a makeshift weapon. It wasn't a spear or a bow, but it would do. She could swing it with a reasonable amount of force if she had to.

As she walked, she tried to sort through her thoughts. Had the Queen done this? No. That didn't make any sense. Hunting her was one thing, but this ... this was ridiculous.

Where was she?

[geniusforgotten]

After much cursing in Serbian and muttering to himself, a rather unhappy looking Nikola Tesla has made his way out of the building labeled as The Sanctuary and onto the streets of the city.

"This certainly isn't Kansas."

[sourcebloodaughter]

Oh what the hell, really?

Ashley is on her way around the city - mostly because she's bored and restless - when she spots someone she hadn't expected to turn up here. She supposes she probably should have been open to the possibility, but she wasn't and now she's reaping the benefits of surprise. The last time she saw him when she was herself was in Rome, when he'd tried to kill her mother. After that, she'd been the one trying to kill her mother.

What a mixed up crazy world they live in. Or lived.

"Not Kansas. Gotta say, I never thought I'd see you again."

And that could mean a lot of things, right down to how she knows she dies.

Kara Thrace a.k.a Starbuck | Battlestar Galatica

[nothin_but_therain]

"Oh, you've gotta be frakking kidding me."

Lt. Kara Thrace has her gun pointed and ready for whatever soon-to-be-dead skin-walking toaster thinks is gonna catch her on a bad day. Her eyes swiftly take in the area: a bare metal room. She swallows the fear and smiles, stiffly and mocking. "Made the digs out of yourself, did you?"

[visual] goodness I miss my edit buttons

[rereremembered]

"Blimey, no." Sure, Fitz, go ahead and get even more English. "The room was made by our fuzzy-arsed alien captors. Happily you can get out by picking up this fancy mobile thingy, no need to shoot anything."

His next job was so going to be manning a TI booth in Sanctuary's lobby.

Re: Kara Thrace a.k.a Starbuck | Battlestar Galatica

[loves_bitch]

"I really have no bleeding clue what you're talking about."

Spike doesn't seem all that concerned, though.

Fitz Kreiner | Doctor Who

[rereremembered]

"Of all the bloody--"

Yes, Taxon, that face on your tablet is exactly who you think it is. And is he ever so thrilled to be back.

"Fine, right, third time's the charm, yeah? 'Allo Hamsterville, Fitzgerald 'My Life Is A Sodding Nightmare' Kreiner is among you again. Please tell me no one's burned down my pub."

[secretshame]

Now that is a sight for sore eyes. Jenna grins into her tablet.

"I think it's safe to say your pub is perfectly fine."

Odo | Star Trek DS9

[constableodo]

Odo's first thought is where is everyone. He was in the Great Link and suddenly everyone is gone. Or is he?

He morphs from his liquid state, a dark orange shiny goo, into his humanoid form to watch his surroundings.

This is not Deep Space Nine either. He is in a strange room entirely made of metal, and he's sure there's no such thing on DS9. This could however be somewhere on a starship or a space station, except he doesn't feel any vibrations from what would be the energy source. He has to be on a planet. Or an asteroid base.

But how did he end up here? Have the other Changelings sent him somehow? No, it makes no sense. He shakes his head.

Odo looks around once more, trying to find the exit. He notices some kind of communication device and picks it up to have a look at it.

The door opens. Odo lets out a frustrated sigh and chuckles ironically at himself. Then he notices the communication device is on. He chuckles again, wryly. Someone probably noticed his arrival. He decides to take advantage of it, as embarrassed about the situation as he is.

"Hello. If anyone can hear me, I would like to know where I am and how I ended up here. I'm afraid I've been... misplaced."

OC testing GO

[withscythe]

To say Blake wasn't amused was an understatement. He'd been perfectly happy at home lording his latest catch over Pestilence, but winding up here was certainly not on his lift of 'things to do.'

No, he was rather irritated. It only showed in a half-smile (and when Blake smiled, it normally meant something between 'I hate that I have a papercut' or 'I might possibly start world war III.'

"Excellent." At leas the had his cigarettes with him.

[aintnoconvict]

Not sure if serious.

"Ah, hello." Glitch furrowed his brow. "I'm taking that as sarcasm so...sorry, you've been kidnapped by aliens."

Yup. Best way to break the ice with Death.

Handsome Bob | RocknRolla

[canicome]

Being a member of the Wild Bunch means a lot of odd things happen to a bloke. Usually though, when those odd things happen, it is more about wild, hot women and indestructible mobsters, crayfish and queens giving you just what you need. It definitly wasn't about whatever the bloody hell this was. That he was still alive was a point in the right direction but it brought up all sorts of terrifying ideas about just why they - whoever they were - hadn't just put a bullet in his head from the start.

Picking up the tablet, he turned as the door opened. Keeping his gate casual, peering beyond the doorway, he toyed with the tablet.

"Oi! Anyone hearing me," he asked, a bit loud to see if anyone answered by mobile or otherwise.

/regrets nothing (also audio)

[angry_salad]

A new arrival. Arthur had been swinging back and forth on his chair, staring at his totem (and, in retrospect and with horrid a realization, acting a lot like Cobb) before a familiar voice cut through the air and--yes, that was unmistakably Eames.

Catching himself by grabbing the table's edge quicker than the chair's balance faded, he stopped moving altogether for a few moments before picking up his own tablet. Shorter hair, but definitely the forger. Clicking the audio feed, he spoke without hesitation.

"I hear you. Listen--" And for the love of God keep the snide remarks to yourself "--Just projections. I'll explain once you're outside, pick up the cellphone."

Clarkie | Layer Cake

[doublefirst]

Ever since Mr. Smith (a common name for an unnamed and uncommon man) had been shot, Clarkie had taken over where he had left off, lifetime membership to Stoke Park notwithstanding. He worked with the same clear rules that Mr. Smith had and had started to make a name for himself. A name that was separate of his family's name and a name that was separate from merely being Mr. Smith's protege. It was on a drop off that it all changed and he found himself here...

Wherever here was.

He'd been to many places in his relatively young life but nothing like this.

He takes quick look around and spots what appears to be a cellphone or tablet of some sort. Whosever it was would be out of luck now. Clarkie picked it up and turned it this way and that. "Where in the fuckin' hell am I?" he wondered out loud.

[visual]

[electro_girl]

"You're on the right track," calls Gwen from her seat the bar, tablet sitting several feet away and still not far enough. After taking another drink, she pulls the thing closer so she could get a look at the new arrival.

"It's a city called Taxon," she continues, matter-of-factly. Nowadays, hell pretty much covers it. "Clean. Pretty. All the bells and whistles. But the mayors are a bunch of jackasses."

[visual] Galen Howard | Original Character | YEAH I DID HI TAXON

[gleans]

Well, now that he's a) no longer inside the tin can fuckin' spaceship landing pad and b) fairly convinced that he's not in the middle of another nightmare, Galen, inspecting his tablet, has managed to wander his way out of the Sanctuary. He thinks he's figured out how this thing is supposed to work, so after a moment's hesitation, he starts broadcasting. He looks a little wary, a little freaked, and a lot overtired.

"What up... uh, Taxon, apparently. Look, listeners - or -- watchers, whatthefuckever -, don't suppose anyone out there might happen to know the way back to New York, hey?"

[visual] SUP SUP BB

[rereremembered]

That's a rather troubling combination of things to look like. Fitz is just going to put on his confident-older-brotherish face and replies.

"Sorry, mate. We're all stuck here until our hosts decide otherwise."

Azkadellia | Tin Man

[azoftheoz]

Take my hand. Don't let go. I'll never let go. Give me the emerald!

The words swirled around and around in Azkadellia's head, confusing and twisted and all she had for a moment. The memories, the past, all she had been and all she had been through was gone in that single moment.

The witch looming above them. The power of darkness no longer possessing her but there, over her, part of her and soon to claim all that was the O.Z.

And then nothing.

For a moment she was suspended behind time, beyond all that was and could be. There was nothing, not even the physical wrenching of finding herself alone in her own body once more.

"DG!" She had to be here. Azkadellia had to find her sister. She needed to find her way back to the palace and stop the witch.

"I didn't let go," she said, snatching up the tablet and doll on the table. One she knew and the other might prove valuable in finding her way. Dashing through the door as it opened, calling out again for her sister.

"DG?! I didn't let go! I swear, I didn't let go," she called, voice cracking as she realized how it must seem, that this time she had left her sister as had once been the other way around.

[visual] eeee

[aintnoconvict]

What.

Wait, but...

WHAT.

"Azkadee?" Not sure, not entirely trustful but certainly hopeful.

Brooke Davis | One Tree Hill | God knows why.

[pretty_girl]

"Okay. There is no way this is seriously happening to me right now."

Brooke Davis clutched the towel still wrapped around her even tighter, feeling cold metal underneath her feet. She looks back, as if maybe she stepped out of her shower the wrong way. God, what had she done last night? The shower was supposed to cure her of the hangover, not launch her into some nerd-alert version of Alice in Wonderland. If she had been drinking, she'd be sure someone spiked her drink.

She warily eyes the room and lifts a finger, ready to pose a question to whoever is listening. "Am I high?"

[constableodo]

Someone had arrived in the room Odo had just left. So fast after he did he was still in the building. Apparently, she'd also been taken while in the middle of something, as she looked like she was right out of the shower. He sighed and shook his head commiserately.

"I'm afraid it did. It happened to me a few minutes ago."

He didn't comment on her question, but he hoped she wasn't high; he didn't want to have to arrest her for drug use. He had better things to do. He chuckled at the thought.

Puck || Shakespeare OC || Taxon memories

[ironfright]

... again?!

[constableodo]

['Again' can only mean one thing.]

"I gather you've already come here?" [Odo sighs commiseratively. If people are coming back...]