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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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He did consider finding someone more personable to speak with about his new surroundings, but that would take time and effort he didn't care to expend.

"And the reason we're here?"

"Hamster aliens got bored seems to be the popular thought," Ashley answered with a shrug. "Haven't really been here long enough to get more of the scoop than that, though I can guarantee I'll find out more soon." She was the Sanctuary's info-monger, after all. Gathering information was what she did.

"And when you do, I'm sure you'll share that information with the rest of us." He still wasn't thrilled about his abrupt arrival here. "I'm not going to be some alien's plaything."

At least he'd been alive at the time. "If you're nice to me, I will." Ashley.

"I am being nice."

"I'd hate to see you being mean to someone-- Oh, no, wait, I have."

Yeah, she hasn't forgotten that. But she'll let it slide. For now.

"Well. I wasn't at my best."

He takes the fact that she hasn't tried to kill him to be a good sign.

It's a very good sign. He should consider himself lucky.

"Right, because someone's fist was through your chest. I've always wondered: how the hell did you survive that?"

She doesn't actually sound sarcastic with that question. She's very interested. Is it part of his vampire genetics or pure luck?

He frowns slightly, rubbing the area in question.

"I'm apparently harder to kill than I look. It was unpleasant."

It was probably a little of both, but it isn't a memory he's fond of recalling.

So, it might be something she's got, too. Which is, again, both good and bad.

"Like a lot of things here are." Not that she's had a fist through her chest, but she's had her fair share of unfortunate occurrences. Fighting a vampire slayer was definitely one of them.

"So, any other questions or do I get to play tour guide?"

"Oh, you've tried?" What can he say? It's habit.

He makes a sweeping motion with his hand. "Lead on."

"Nope. I haven't." Someone else had. "Had a fight with a vampire slayer. That was fun."

And speaking of vampires and vampire slayings and all that. She made a tough decision as she started leading the way down the street to the apartment she'd chosen after her mother and the Sanctuary had disappeared.

"By the way." Oh this was going to be harder than she'd expected. She could tell already. One deep breath later, she raised a hand and extended her talons. "Still got 'em."

She didn't want to have to do this, but if something happened and the Cabal arrived and managed to talk control of her again? She wanted someone who could deal with her to know and be able and willing to take her down.

He was still considering her comment about vampire slayers, wondering how she had attracted their attention. And more importantly, if their knowledge of vampires was accurate. Then the rest of what she had said sank in as he caught sight of the talons.

"And yet, you seem reasonably sane." He said it slowly, thoughtfully, trying to figure out how their alien captors had managed that. Lord knows, he'd tried to find a way to accomplish something similar.

"For now," Ashley answered pointedly, glancing at him sidelong to see if he'd caught her meaning as she let her talons retract again. "Not like I've got anybody to try to control me here." Yet. There was always a chance the aliens would... glitch her or something, but she didn't like thinking about that. "Besides, it was DNA-related... or something."

Her voice turned hard at the last part, cold at the mention, even indirectly, of the Cabal. She hated them and everything they stood for.

"And for the record, yes, I've still got the other."

The teleporting, she meant. It was still active.

"All true. But returning you to your senses would have been challenging. I wonder why they went to the trouble."

The last was quieter, not actually directed at her. Being unable to find a way of stopping her without killing her was one failure he very much regretted, if only because of the pain it had caused her mother.

The reminder drew him out of his thoughts. "Let's hope you use it more wisely than your father."

Ashley stared at him. "Don't sound so excited." She may not have known what had happened after she'd died, but she knew her mother well enough to know that Helen wouldn't have taken it well. The fact that she'd had even a month of sanity with Helen was worth any trouble. "And I was sane already, thanks. Someone blasted me at the last second and woke me up."

It had been painful, but it seemed pain had been the only thing capable of truly snapping Ashley back to herself.

"Can we not call him that?" she grumbled with a roll of her eyes. "Baldy's a much better name."

She'd been aware of his efforts in stopping her and how he'd been unable to truly hurt her - both of which meant a great deal to her - but she could still recall her first two meetings with him, neither of which had gone particularly well. She wasn't sure what to think of John Druitt as a person, but she knew she still hadn't dealt with him being her father. At least not the crazy side of him.

"Fascinating." He was grinning as he said it; he couldn't help himself, really.

He wasn't any more fond of John than she was, for different reasons, but that didn't stop him from pushing.

"Tall, bald, and murderous, then. But you can hardly deny his part in your genetics, especially now. Those killer instincts aren't only your mother's."

She stared at him, her jaw tightening in anger. "I am not your little experiment. And why are you so interested in talking about him? I thought you hated him, too."

She really didn't want to talk about John, her father. She still had to figure out how she really felt about him, but the comparison still pissed her off and the glare on her face said as much.

"Hate's such a strong word. Though, he and I have always shared a mutual dislike. I sense you're still harboring some ill will of your own."

Ashley rolls her eyes and then stares at him incredulously. He can't seriously be asking her why she's upset with John. Really?

"The guy tried to kill me! Granted, he was helping mom stop me and the Cabal last time I saw him - which, I know you were involved in, too, and thanks for that, by the way - but that doesn't mean I'm just going to forget what he did."

And that went for Tesla, too. She wouldn't just forget that he'd tried to kill her mother. She might be able to look past it at the moment, but she was still hesitant to just trust him.

He half-shrugs in response to the 'thank you;' he doesn't feel particularly deserving of it. As far as he is concerned, he had failed. Yes, Helen had survived, as had her Sanctuary, but at what cost?

"He has his moments."

He doesn't truly expect her to, and if he's honest, it's probably a wise judgment. His work has a habit of making him blind to everything else, even friendship.

"Can we talk about something else? I'm really tired of thinking about him."

Mostly because the topic of her biological father is too complex and annoying for her to deal with right now.

"Of course." Just ignore that irritating grin on his face. "What do you make of this city, then?"

That look gets a half lineface and half disgusted look in return. She really can be her mother's daughter sometimes.

"I think it's a crackshot." Well, at least she's honest. "Glitches everywhere messing with your mind, weird people running around. Being alive again. It's like some really bad attempt at a horror movie mixed with family tv."

"You say that as though it's a bad thing." He doesn't allow much time for further comment, continuing. "What kind of glitches?"

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