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TDM

Unity is opening on August 12th. Feel free to jump into our Test Drive to get a feel for how your character would interact with the others who have arrived. All potential players are welcome to jump in. The TDM does not cross over to in-game canon, so go nuts!

If your character is new to Unity, you can assume that they've woken up in an old, musty bed housed in a run down hotel that needs significant repairs. Unless they didn't - which is lined in one of the possible starters below. For a quick visual reference, you can look at the two photo galleries on the Setting page. The left is the hotel that they wake up in, and the right is the rest of town.

1. Forgot to close the door.

Although the Also Humans try their hardest to make sure that they stay on top of things, keeping an eye on a large group of people trying to build a new society takes a lot of work. Did they mention that they literally just figured out how this whole interdimensional travel thing works? So they forgot to stabilize a portal (or two), big deal. You know the saying - to err is human - and since they evolved from humans, really, it's your fault that everyone is in this mess. They can only work with the genes you gave them.

Anyway, a portal has seemed to open by itself and several nasties and baddies are pouring out, taking the town by storm. Do you fight? Do you try to lock yourself away and wait for the Also Humans to figure out how to get these rascals back to their proper universe? Feel free to use any creature you wish here, although if you're unsure we humbly suggest Gremlins. Gremlins are just awful.

2. We forgot about the water!

During the evolutionary phase of becoming a more complex and intelligent species, the Also Humans have forgotten that regular humans and humanoids usually need things like water. Sure, you're on an island and surrounded by fresh, clean water on every side, but don't you people like it when it just falls out of the sky, or something? They can do that for you! No, no, they insist - you're doing so much for them, after all. Of course, by concentrating their efforts on such a magnificent storm, they've simply forgotten to put new arrivals in their proper place. They've woken up in the middle of the road - a very wet, dangerously close to flooding road.

The torrential downpour comes with nasty winds, ice cold rain, and floods, which wouldn't be that big of a deal if you could just stay inside. The problem with that though, of course, is that the buildings in this town are far past their glory days - it's hard to find one that actually has a functional roof or sturdy walls. Have you managed to find one of the few shelters available? Is there someone else in there? Perhaps you spotted someone outside getting swept away by the rain or flood… well? Are you just going to stand there or are you going to help them?

3. Not much of a handyman.

So you've either just arrived or you've been a part of the Unity Project for a little while now, and you've decided that you're going to start help with the rebuilding project. Good for you! You haven't done this before though, have you? Maybe you have and this just isn't your day… either way, considering the severe lack of proper tools, you've managed to do some real damage to yourself. Maybe you got a bad cut from a rusty nail sticking out of a wall, or you dropped something heavy on your foot. Maybe you're just a clutz and you fell down the stairs (there are stairs.) Whatever you did, you're in a lot of pain and you should probably see if someone can help you. Especially since first aid supplies are so scarce around these parts…

4. Lost in another world.

It could be your first time, it could be your 100th time, but the Also Humans have opened a portal to another world and you've gone through. Unlike the previous locations, though, it's not very clear exactly what you can bring back to help build your society back home… in fact, there doesn't seem to be much of anything. You've been wandering through a dark, gargantuan cave for hours now, and just as you were thinking about heading back you realize… you don't know how.

The Also Humans always bring their volunteers back to the main town once a portal is about to close, but that won't happen for days. There doesn't seem to be much to eat in here (I hear moss is packed with nutritional value) and there are strange noises coming from… somewhere. It's hard to tell exactly where, with the way every small sound echos in this place, and it's not like you can see it anyway, what with the strangely bioluminescent weeds lining the cracks of the walls being your only light source. Maybe you can eat that!

No, better get walking before you starve. Perhaps you'll find another lost soul, and see if you can navigate your way back to the portal together.

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Please do not harm. Please eat and hydrate. You are appreciated. Good luck.

-Also Humans

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Barry and rain had a complicated relationship. They used to get along just fine when he was younger... he would curl up next to his window as a boy and read his comic books to the sound of drops pattering against the glass beside him. When he was a little older he would wrap himself up in a blanket and watch a horror film when there was a bad storm outside, effectively adding to the suspense of the movie and making him jump every time there was a crash of thunder. He used to like the rain.

Now, the rain just hurt.

Running through falling drops used to be a minor inconvenience to him before he was struck by lightning, but a little bit of water hitting your face at Mach 2 was enough to leave a mark. When you have hundreds of them hitting every part of your body, it was like getting pelleted with evil little demon tears, and Barry learned his lesson early on that running through the rain meant keeping the mask on and his head down if he didn't want to end up with miniature bruises all over his body. But he didn't have the mask here, he realized that almost immediately after waking up in the middle of the street with a soaked back, and when he ran into the nearest building to find shelter he had to do so almost blindly to keep the painful bits of water from hitting his eyes. Just his luck; the first building he ran into barely had a roof. The second was missing half of a wall, and the third was a decent mix of the first two.

By the time Barry found a place that was high enough from the flooding and didn't have holes everywhere, he was covered in little red marks that he was sure would turn into bruises before fading away completely, thanks to his metabolism and healing. Rain usually hurt but this rain hurt even more, with how much there was and how hard it was coming down. He stayed a safe distance from the old, dirty window that was somehow still intact, rattling in its frame, and he frowned as he stared out at the streets. "What part of this is supposed to be safe?" He mumbled to himself, recalling what the Also Humans had promised him, and he was about to sit on the floor and wait it out when he saw something - someone - moving outside. There was no hesitation as he ran out into the rain, this time at a normal speed, his fear of being discovered so ingrained into him that he hadn't even considered he might not have to worry about that here.

He approached he person and grabbed their shoulder to let them know he was there, his voice barely audible over the roaring winds as he tried to yell over them. "Hey! It's dangerous out here, the streets are flooding. What are you doing? Come on!"

Natasha didn't get lost. She got turned around once in a while, sure, but lost? No. Not her. Not Natasha Romanoff.

That's what she told herself as she turned another corner down the dark cavern, barely able to see where she was going with the only light being some strange, glowing plant matter nestled within the cave walls, and her steps halted suddenly when she thought that she had heard something up ahead. She didn't call out, because Natasha wasn't a stupid kid in a slasher film, but no matter how hard she strained to hear the only thing that came to her was complete silence. But she knew she heard something. That wasn't comforting at all.

She had come here because the idea of a fresh start was too good for her to pass up, but as she continued to move again with her fingers brushing against the cold wall to keep herself steady, Natasha couldn't help but wonder exactly how this was supposed to be better than getting shot. It was dark, it was damp, it was - gross, she realized, as her fingers ran through something slimy on the wall. Getting shot sucked, but at least when she got shot she knew where the wound was and how to take care of it. Right now, she had no idea how to get back to the damn portal that she came here through because, yes, alright, fine. She was lost.

She had to have been wandering around for almost two hours before she finally stopped, telling herself that she would have to keep her energy if she wanted to keep walking, so she looked down to try and get some sort of sense of what was beneath her before she slowly lowered herself to a sit, careful to make as little noise as possible because she had no idea what could be in these caves with her. 'Brand new start, my ass.' she thought to herself bitterly as she leaned back against the cool wall, trying to juggle her options in her head. She could call out but she wasn't ready to take that risk yet. Of course it was a cave. Natasha learned how to survive in the desert, or in a frozen wasteland. No one said anything about getting stranded in a cave. Who got lost in caves?

Her weariness had settled in and Natasha let her body shut down as much as she could without falling asleep before she heard something again, her head snapping up to attention as she strained to hear once more. It was consistent this time, with a pattern - footsteps. Natasha didn't move, instead trying to narrow their location despite the annoying echo, but they were definitely getting louder. They were coming her way.

She stood, because if it was someone she didn't want to run into it would be easier to run or fight if she wasn't on the floor, but she kept herself against the wall to hide in the shadows as much as possible until she finally saw the rough shape of a person making their way towards her. She could hide herself for now, but if they passed her she would definitely be seen, and if they were aggressive it would be best if she took the opportunity to surprise them. Natasha waited for them to get closer before she stepped out with a silent foot, her voice echoing like thunder in the silent cavern.

"You're looking a little lost."

They didn't have tools. They didn't have wood, they didn't have nails and they didn't have any of the necessary supplies that came with fixing a room, but Sirius Black had just spent six months sitting in a decrepit, dark cell, and he sure as hell wasn't going to allow himself to do it for one more day if he could help it.

He had awoken in what he had assumed was his own room of the hotel, and although the bed was worn and probably filthy, it felt like luxury to him, and he indulged by allowing himself to sleep for a full twelve hours before waking up early in the morning. That was when he finally looked around, and that was when he decided that he had to try and straighten the place up a bit. Walking was harder than he remembered, having gone for so long without eating properly that his legs were weak, but that didn't stop him from wandering around outside in the warm sunlight that he had been so certain only two days before he would never see again. It's all noble and good to say that you'd be willing to go to prison to protect or avenge your friends, but Sirius now knew that people didn't know what they were saying. Prison was hell. The darkness, the depression, the happiness quite literally being sucked out of your every pore... it was hell. Maybe it would have been worth it if he had actually managed to commit the crime he was sent there for.

That wasn't what he was thinking about today, though. Today, Sirius was enjoying the scent of flowers, and studying the potential beauty of the wrecked town to see what they could possibly build it up to be. Nothing could bring him down today. Not one thing. He had even managed to tear the sleeves off of his prison wear to feel the warmth on his arms, and that, in his humble opinion, made this place nothing less than paradise.

He found a particularly large rock on the ground and he picked it up, carrying it around with him before he finally made his way back to the hotel, and he returned to his room before moving to the far wall where there was a small hole to the outside. Alright, so they had no tools. How hard could this be?

He was humming to himself as he picked up a loose piece of old wood from the ground that had a few nails sticking out of it, and Sirius glanced at the board and the rock in his hand before giving a pleased facial shrug and moving it up to the wall to hammer it in. What could possibly go wrong? That was, ironically, his last thought before he started, now actively singing a classic rock tune to himself as he started to pound the board into the wall with his rock, trying to cover the hole. He managed to get one side in before moving to the other, holding the board up with his free hand as he hammered, and that was when it happened. He was either distracted, or his aim missed... or, more likely, he sucked at this, because the rock came crashing down on his hand, and Sirius gave a sharp cry as he dropped it to the ground to grab his wrist. "Mother fucker! Merlin, holy shit!" His voice was a little dry but that didn't stop him from crying out, looking down at his wounded hand with concern. It was bleeding, the skin having been peeled back, but it didn't look broken. Small miracles.

He started to turn in place to try and see if there was anything in the room to wrap his hand with but everything looked too dirty, and in the process he bumped the rock with the heel of his foot, causing it to roll heavily under the bed. "Fuck you too!" He snapped at the stone, feeling at least a little better after doing so before he gave a frustrated huff and left the room to wander around the hotel. There had to be something here that he could use. Not everything was absolutely filthy, was it?

Nick heard the commotion before anything else, followed very closely by smelling a very new...and unfamiliar scent that didn't quite belong in the hotel that he had arrived here in--god, was it only days ago? He wasn't sure how to describe the scent, but it was new among the dust and dirt that his nose had slowly been getting accustomed to. The werewolf, as most canines...and related persons, would do...followed his nose.

It didn't take long for the tall man to reach the kitchen, which seemed to be the source of the majority of the sound here in the hotel. Despite the fact that he was tall, Nick moved stealthily, slipping into the kitchen deftly and without making so much as a noise. It was the image in the kitchen that made even him pause.

Nick was used to strange. Hell, he was strange, if you really thought about it. His variety of strange didn't often have....gremlins trashing an already decrepit kitchen, though. The little imps, though that seemed too light a word, looked just like they had in the movie that Nick had seen years ago. It seemed too bizarre to be true, but a particularly large bang from one of the demonic little things snapped Nick out of his thoughts, realizing that....he had been brought here, so of course just about anything was possible.

The question was....what the hell was he supposed to do. There was no way that he was going to change, not in the damn kitchen, because it was likely he'd have to eat the things...they were that small...and they sure as shit didn't look like tasty little morsels. Nick wasn't afraid of them, not in the least, it was just a question as to how to deal with them that had him standing there in silence for long moments. They were pesky, and they could be a problem...especially considering the goal here wasn't to screw the place up further, but to fix it up (from what Nick could tell anyway).

Lifting a brow, Nick had to actively remain still and unfazed as two of them turned on one another rather than focusing on the different pieces of the kitchen, and began to fight to the death in dramatic fashion. It was almost more ridiculous in person than it had been in the movies. Just as quickly as that thought hit him, so did the sound of someone else heading this way. Nick could hear the footsteps. He was safe, either way, but he didn't want anybody else to get hurt, or to fear the little bastards if he could help it.

So, he did what came natural...he moved quickly, opening he door and grabbing the person who seemed to have been just about ready to enter the kitchen full of gremlins. "I don't normally get so grabby on a first meeting, but I just thought you'd want to know the kitchen is full of little furry gremlin bastards at the moment." Nick gave a charming smile before slowly letting go of the other person to gesture to the very room he spoke of. "So, you might not want to go in there if you are at all intimidated by little furry monsters."

Wow, they really weren't kidding about the almost human part of things were they?

Ray knows that phrase is supposed to refer to the beings that brought them here, but once the gremlins started leaping out of open portals, he was beginning to wonder if seeing normal humans was no longer going to be a part of his life from now on. Oh well, he supposed. One can't be so closed minded when it comes to rebuilding an entire community, especially since their biggest lessons are going to be learned from worlds he's never seen or heard of.

What if all the gremlins were just curious? If he saw a portal opening up in his world, he'd want to jump through and see what's on the other side too. Or maybe they knew what this place was, and they wanted to join the project. It was take more than a few scales, pointy ears and sharp-looking teeth to prevent Ray from assuming the best.

So instead of attacking, or hiding or running or trying to contact the Almost Humans, Ray approaches the gremlins and tries to say hello, instead. It was a terribly dumb idea.

"Help!" she yelled, taking in a mouthful of water as her body was being pushed down the river. "Someone!"

There are two things that absolutely hate torrential rain. The first is designer heels. The second is all of technology. It was really too bad that both of those things are what Felicity Smoak loved most. But right now, Felicity had bigger things to despair over than the fact that her iPad was probably also water damaged beyond repair and her shoes were no longer attached to her feet.

She'd been running from building to building — if you could even call them that — looking for shelter when the river suddenly flooded and literally everything around her started to rise with the water. Maybe she should have been grateful that the shack was so decrepit that it lacked a roof. Otherwise Felicity would have surely died as the water filled up the room. But once the river had consumed her shelter, it moved on, carrying a series of wooden debris and Felicity along with it.

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Barry Allen | The Flash | OTA

Natasha Romanoff | MCU | OTA (#4)

Sirius Black | Harry Potter (Marauder Era) | OTA (#3)

Nick Sorrentino | Bitten | OTA (#1)

Ray Palmer | Legends of Tomorrow | OTA (#1)

Felicity Smoak | The Arrow | OTA (#2 someone please help her)