Test Drive Meme #1

[proximods]

The sun is shining and the weather is nice and toasty. Overly toasty one might argue, even. It's a great day to be laying around at the beach, so it's a good thing that that's where you've found yourself today, whether you'd made plans to be there or not. Bathing suit and sunscreen ready, you're going to get your tanning time on.

But with heat comes the expected side effects for a place like Proxima Gamma. While the cool water can sometimes slow the effects, the heated beaches and freshly popped flowers seem to have made getting close to someone else just seem like a really great idea. You can try to fight off the side effects much as you want, but the scientists like to believe everyone has a breaking point.

Comments

[poked_heart]

Ah, no. You guys are kinda all dead in modern times. I mean there's like a whole nation of people who are pretty much just "WE'RE DESCENDED FROM VIKINGS" but they don't do the pillaging and shit anymore.

[Way to ease him into that one, Dante.]

[horrendoushaddock]

[ Alright so he's going to get a long stare for that one. Vikings. Dead. It's hard to picture. They're such a stubborn sort. ]

... I guess cultures come and go with the times. You're uh - one of those people from the future, huh?

[poked_heart]

[Punch him, Hiccup. Please.]

I mean, the Swedish come from Vikings or so they always holler so I guess you're not... dead dead. Just not Vikings. But those helmets went outta style a fuckin' long time ago, hate to break it to you.

[He really doesn't.]

Yeah I... guess so. Even some of the shit in this place is ahead of me, though.

[horrendoushaddock]

[ No, violence rarely solves anything :(

Knowing there are descendants, even if they aren't called Vikings, is comforting at least. Honestly maybe they got some more things right. Like not... killing things all the time. ]

Honestly I never cared for the hats much anyway. They're a little... top heavy. And usually made from former breastplates so it's a little weird.

[ He glances back in the general direction of the island, knowing just how many tall structures and crazy machines are back there. ]

It all seems like some kind of magic to me. I'm pretty fond of the food, though. A lot better than yak.

[poked_heart]

[No, shhh. It solves everything.]

Wait, what? They took chest pieces and turned them into helmets? Who the hell does that?

[He says it like he's an expert on armor. Dante's never touched anything like it, though one or two demons wore something similar to the stuff.

He raises an eyebrow at Hiccup.]

...yak? You're shitting me, right?

[horrendoushaddock]

[ are you sure you're not descended from vikings dante ]

A lot of people. I mean, it's a reusable material. Once a Warrior Maiden isn't using it anymore, it's already got a kind of head shape so... Why not, I guess. [ Not that he wasn't weirded out over wearing something that was once on his mother's tit but you know. Gotta play it up as normal. For Dad. Or something. ]

It's good stuff! I mean, a little chewy, not as melt in your mouth as the steaks here, but it's what we have on Berk. Yak. Sheep. A couple of chickens.

[poked_heart]

[Nah, just demons. But maybe Viking demons! ...god that would explain a lot.

Meanwhile, he's just... trying to wrap his head around this helmet business.]

Lemme get this straight: you basically take old armored bras and reuse them as hats. Armored hats. And then you stick horns on the side, on the sides where a boob used to go.

[Gonna let that one just sink in for a bit.]