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

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

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[ 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. ]

[ 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)

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.

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."

"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?"

"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."

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."

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.

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.

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.

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?"

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.

"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?"

... again?!

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General Lionwhyte | Brutal Legend

Gamzee Makara | Homestuck | AU/Aged up

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

no subject

Kara Thrace a.k.a Starbuck | Battlestar Galatica

Fitz Kreiner | Doctor Who

Odo | Star Trek DS9

OC testing GO

Handsome Bob | RocknRolla

Clarkie | Layer Cake

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

Azkadellia | Tin Man