Test Drive Meme #2

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i. WELCOME HOME

So you've made it home without being maimed, mauled, or otherwise lost! Isn't that lovely? You've scoped out your room and everything seems to be in some strange kind of order. There's a distinctly lived in sort of feel about the whole of the house with every basic amenity afforded it, but what's this? What's that? What are these other doors beyond the usual staples of a living room, bathrooms, and the like? What, you didn't think you lived all by yourself, did you? Say "hi" to your roommate! Or perhaps they're just more family that you've forgotten you had?

ii. BUMP IN THE NIGHT

For whatever reason, you find yourself too far from home to return safely before nightfall, which leaves you with two options. You can either brave the vicious creatures that rise from the swamp when the sun sets or try in vain to hide in one of the rundown buildings scattered throughout the town. There are no locks and no more than a few panes of glass or wood between you and that which roams the streets. Or perhaps, by chance, you've lucked out and are close enough to the Library to seek shelter. For even if you are being chased, the moment any creature steps within a few feet of its walls, they burst into flames and die. How fortunate for you! Now, please mind your manners. You wouldn't want to activate the protections of the location and find yourself out on your butt with the monsters, would you?

iii. MIRROR MIRROR

It's a flickering icon that catches your attention in the centermost piece of the smooth surface that appears as some strange sort of screen. Touch it and the surface of the mirror ripples and reveals what appears to be some sort of interactive message board that appears to be going so strong. Perhaps you aren't so alone after all. Will you reach out through a post to the network?

iv. NOT ALL WHO WANDER ARE LOST

The sun has finally risen and you know what that means! Time to go exploring! With eighty percent of the town burned down or otherwise uninhabitable, there are lots of places to go wandering in search of answers and items. Too bad you're more likely to find a bunch of junk and more questions than answers, but you know what they say: "One man's trash is another man's treasure." From suspiciously human bones to broken old appliances to priceless jewelry and everything in between, if it's something someone would have in a house or shop, there's a good chance you can find it charred and-or buried somewhere around town.

Why don't you take a look around?

v. WILD CARD

Alternatively, feel free to choose your own adventure and do something else within the setting!

Comments

Frisk (OU) | Undertale

[forgottenchild]

ii. bump in the night

[You've ACTED every way you can think of, tried to SPARE as many as you could, but, in the end, you've learned there's only one way out of this. You do your best to FIGHT, clutching your locket close when you manage to dodge and holding your knife with shaking hands, but every time it's never enough. There's just too many of them, and no matter how often you try to FLEE they always manage to catch up to you. But you're still filled with DETERMINATION and even as a creature is running at you, claws outstretched, and you brace yourself for the inevitable, you know that somehow you'll find a way out of this.]


iv/i. not all who wander are lost/welcome home

[Knowing that one day you might find something in the rubble that leads you home fills you with Determination.

You've been rummaging around for a while now, going from building to building and seeing what you can find. There's a lot of neat stuff, and you find yourself disappointed that you can't fit everything you want to pick up in your pockets. But then you remember you have something better than a conveniently placed box; you have a bedroom.

It takes a lot of time to go from the burned buildings to your temporary home and back, but you make the trip several times. If anyone were to come across you outside, they'd find you on your knees, pushing through the rubble, trying not to let your hands shake from the amount of ash they're covered in. And if they happen to come across you at the strange little house you now call "home", you're either dropping off miscellaneous junk in your room or using a chair to stand on so you can vigorously wash your hands in the sink, making sure there's absolutely no dust on them before you go back out.]

ii.

[fuckingscumbag]

[ A frightening roar breaks through the silence and the creature comes to a standstill, petrified in place as its body suddenly begins to crack, disintegrating into dust in moments. ]

[forgottenchild]

[Dust. Dust. They're not supposed to turn to dust, they're not supposed to turn to dust.

You wish you weren't shaking worse than before as you push yourself to your feet. You wish you didn't shake the way you do, but it's not out of fear. You can do this, it's not the same. Before you even put too much thought into it, you run towards where the roar came from and bury your face in the mane of the monster that just saved you. The liger was only trying to help, and that thought fills you with Determination.]

SORRY I SCREAMED AND NEEDED TO TAG YOU; i.

[buttercuppies]

Eww. [ there's a giggle from behind Frisk. Chara knows who this is...even in a place like this ]

Hello there, friend. What are you searching for?

[trashmouths]

[ There are a number of things spiralling in Richie's mind: why he's here, how he's here, why its night, why it smells so awful--he's sure it's his imagination, but he smells sewers, sewers and sludge, sewers and It, and this time there's no bike for him to flee on. There's no friends, either. There's no clown, though. It's just his imagination.

That's the only good thing.

Richie's hated clowns before, and he hates them even more.

He's late, or it's late, or maybe this place plays tricks on him like Derry apparently does, but either way he hasn't gotten far. At least not on his own. There's people following him.

Monsters. ]

You're not real. [ It's said with the determination of a 13 year old, which is a surprising bunch of gusto with just a tinge of self-doubt. He picks up his pace, eventually--his bravado dissipates the moment he hears growls--and

Oh, shit, there's someone there. Someone who's--hugging? What? What the actual fuck?!

Richie's instincts kick in--he's a good guy as a whole--and he immediately lunges towards the person, tackling them out of the way. ]

Jesus CHRIST! Move, move, move, c'mon!

ii.

[gottastaycalm]

[ There's an electric hum in the air as the Lightning Guardian suddenly appears in front of him, horns sparking with red lightning as it meets the monster head. An electric arc forms as Guardian meets monster, and the unsuspecting creature is stopped in place its muted screams impossible to hear but all to readily visible on its face before it crashes to the ground. It's not dead but it won't be getting up anytime soon. ]

Jaina Proudmoore (OU) | World of Warcraft

[crymoore]

      I. WELCOME HOME.
( Very little in her life has felt like home as of late, but this room was as close as it could get. The familiar scent of her favorite flower and spices linger in the air as though she's just conjured a fresh treat between her fingers. The dim lights that float about are at the right adjustment for her eyes and the books, by the Light, there were books stacked high everywhere. Not in the neat, methodical manner of a library, but rather strewn together in the sloppily fashion of a human mage who has lost herself to her research.

Running her fingers along a blanket that hangs off the back of one of the chairs in the room, Jaina can swear that the texture itself is worn runecloth. It was a blanket that has been used for many years and it was...her's?

This place certainly felt like it had been a home to a mage like herself, but to her herself? That's impossible. Did she feel this way out of the ache of the losses she's endured in her life? In order to reaffirm this in her mind, she chooses to go to one of the other bedrooms down the hall, knocking at first. If there's no answer, she may just try to force herself in...though that's no easy task either. Perhaps as a member of the house, you would like to stop her or greet her or whatever it is you do whenever there's a newcomer rattling doors that they clearly have no business ratting. )


      V. FIRE AND ICE.
( The first time Jaina came upon the wall had been when she watched another run at it. Quite hard, actually, which resulted in the remarkable sight of their body flying back the way it came at an even greater speed and distance. After tending to their bruises (both physical and ego), Jaina swore to return to this wall to try her hand at it at a later time.

That time was now. At her core, Jaina was captivated by solving problems and when there was a problem that needed solving, she did what other mages were prone to do. Study the subject intensely (through the experience of others) which brought her to the next step. Field study. Physical force did not work so she would apply magical force to it.

Bringing up a hand, she conjures a ball of flame between the tips of her fingers. There's less theatrics in it so it doesn't glow as brightly as one might expect it to, but the mage knows that it'll do the trick. In a flash of light, it's off straight towards the wall―then right back at her?

It looks painful as the mage recoils from the hit, but she appears mostly unscathed from the heat. Water pools around her form from a last minute barrier of ice she managed to erect just in time. )

What if... ( She's speaking out loud to herself or possibly to a companion who decided to accompany her. ) I stand between two spots where wall is known.

( Then watch the wall play ping pong with a fireball. That sounds like a good idea, right? )

V

[getgabbin]

Trying to see if you can exhaust the protections on it?

[Genn had come upon the peculiar sight and had watched it for a good couple minutes at a distance that would keep him out of harms way should that fire end up traveling astray at some point. At first he was somewhat confused as to the point of why Jaina kept tossing the fireball at the wall given it was immediately sent hurling back at her. One possibility was boredom, which given their surroundings was valid enough perhaps, but it he imagined she could find less destructive means of entertaining herself if that was truly the case. Which left the fact that her actions were purposeful in nature and she had an actual goal in mind.

Hence his question. He was also curious if it was possible to exhaust the wall's magical protections that kept people from clearing it or harming it. Such knowledge could end up rather useful.]

v; fire and ice

[shalamayne]

[ It's not difficult to recognise Jaina Proudmoore, even from a (safe) distance. They've known each other too long to be mistaking them for others by this point and Varian can't help but feel some semblance of relief that an ally is here. Sort of. It's complicated and Varian knows all too well that it's a grudge that may last a long while yet.

There's no move made when the ball of flame reflects back at the mage. Varian has seen first hand how the wall reacts to people attacking it - Khadgar has all but thrown him at it several times - and Jaina is strong enough to be able to withstand whatever comes back at her. It's only when she starts talking that Varian approaches, frowning slightly at the wall and pondering the question. Maybe it would work, maybe it wouldn't. Luckily Jaina has less aptitude for blowing herself up than Khadgar does otherwise he would have discredited it from the get go citing explosions as the answer.]

It's worth an attempt.

XANXUS | KHR

[fuckingscumbag]

ii. BUMP IN THE NIGHT

[ Bright bolts of light burst through the night revealing the creatures hidden in the dark while the gunner sits on his throne (yes, it came with him) amid the horde shooting them like fish in a bucket. ]

You damn shit.


iv. Not all who wander are lost

[ You may be passing by, or trying to run away, or even poking through the pile of trash when a large white liger steps into your line of sight. The hybrid turns in your direction, staring back at you. If you attack, it'll defend itself, if you approach it will tolerate the intrusion so long as you keep your hands to yourself. He's a moody creature just like his owner, speaking of which, he'll come by fairly soon. ]


v. Wildcard

[ ooc; put up your own scenario, I'll go along with it. ]

iv

[dorzalta]

[ She'd learned the hard way that traveling the streets following the sun's setting is a poor choice. Those very same streets are uninhabited now, abandoned, in just as much shambles as the day prior. This does not deter Daenerys from stepping outside upon dawn's first light. She's a mission: locate what she can to aid in the re-hatching of her dragons.

What she fails to anticipate is the feline which pads into the open. White as snow, large, larger than she'd think of a cat. Dany tilts her head, daring to take two steps closer, cautious in only the way a woman exposed to wild beasts may be. ]

Neither Lannister, nor Stark, [ she says, in way of greeting. Another careful step, and then she halts, allowing enough space between then, but offering her hand, palm up, for the beast to sniff if it so chooses. ] You resemble no Westerosi house.

ohey small world iv+ii+???

[sharktrash]

[ Of course Squalo had made it his job to gather information, even if it wasn't his strong suit. But Varia's intelligence division wasn't here, and it's not like he trusted random trash to be perfectly honest with him. ]

[ So there he was, out late enough that darkness was already seeping onto the world, inspecting the rubble and whatever dumb creature approached him close enough to get skewered by his sword. He probably looks a bit like a ghost, with that moonlight color hair of his. ]

[ And so does the majestic beast that suddenly comes into view. Squalo stares for a moment, then lets out a relatively happy VOI as he approaches the liger in brisk pace as if it were an old friend. And it sort of is. He would know this liger anywhere. ]

Bester!

[ ...he reaches out to give him a chinscratch, even if in the past most such actions ended in him being chewed up by the beast. Squalo smelling like fish may or may not have something to do with it. ]

Where's your master?

[ Knowing Xanxus, he would make his presence known as violently as possible soon enough, but still. ]

iv

[vittoriosospada]

[ Squalo has been fucking miserable, that's not to say he doesn't like Fran. Fran is his other little shit of a child, but he's left the biggest child he knows alone and without a buffer. He's going to get back and find out that Varia's dead and Xanxus starved to death for fucksake. Just what he needs, dead boss and no direction after all these fucking years.

Drinking hasn't even occurred to him, he needs his mind sharp like his sword and well...

Too bad he doesn't realize he sees Bester -- because he knows who that is, he knows that Liger like it was Alo -- that there's a possibility this shitty place brought his boss too. Honestly, he should approach with caution, but he knows that big cat will tolerate him, more so if he asks if it's hungry and there's a red eyed pain in his ass near by. ]

VOOOOOIIIIIIIIII! The fuck are you doing out here alone!

Superbia Squalo (OU) // KHR!

[sharktrash]

i.

[ "Home". ]

[ Yeah right. ]

[ If only it could be said that Squalo had gone past his screaming and denial phase by the time he reaches this place. He does manage to put it aside for the moment, though - it's obvious that yelling "this can't be happening" into the heavens isn't going to change shit. The best he can do is adapt to the situation and look for a way out - back where he belongs. ]

[ For the time being, he's exploring the house. He may be walking into your room and checking it out (yes, even the drawers) whether you're there or not, or he could be rummaging through the closets in the hallway, or sitting in the kitchen with his feet on the table and a drink in hand. His mood will depend on what exactly he's managed to find; expect a relatively neutral reaction if there was martini in the fridge, and a more hostile attitude if there's just wine or old beer. ]

What?


ii.

[ A ghost dances in the moonlight. ]

[ No, not quite. A man with hair so white it almost shines in the dim light, occasional glints of silver where his sword moves to cut down shadowy figures crawling toward him. ]

[ The blade's heavy and seems to cut flesh all too easily; that sort was popular among knights and back in Roman Empire, but there's also something off about it. It's not being held; it's tied to the man's arm but wielded with such ease as if it were an extension of his own body. ]

[ It's not hard. Most of the creatures seem unarmed, even, but Squalo's seen enough battles to know it doesn't always come down to pure skill. If the things start swarming him in great numbers, it might give him some trouble, and while he's all for a good fight, there's not much point to it right now. It's probably best to look for a more defendable position. ]

[ That, and he's quite certain there's a presence nearby, different from the grotesque monsters crawling out of the swamp. He takes the moment of quiet to wipe his blade on a fallen creature. ]

Voi! Show yourself.


iv.

[ It's weird being the scavenger, rather than the monsoon that trashes everything in its path and leaves without a care for what's left behind. Weird, but not entirely unusual. He's had to look for things and people, at least. Came with the job. ]

[ Still, he's more interested in clues than anything particularly useful at the moment. He still hadn't accepted he's supposedly stuck here, so he goes from rubble pile to rubble pile, kicking some apart and picking some pieces off of others, looking for anything interesting. ]

[ He pulls what definitely looks like a skull from a pile of stones, looks at it with a mix of contempt and disappointment, then simply tosses it aside as mere trash while moving over to inspect the charring on the remains of a nearby building. ]

[ It's a lot less suspicious during daylight, but he still immediately turns in the direction of footsteps. ]

[ The sword is still strapped to his forearm, though it's lowered at the moment. His left hand may seem... unusually still for a trained eye. His voice's surprisingly calm, almost nonchalant, but still loud and rough like gravel. ]

Were you following me?


v.

[ OR WE CAN DO SOMETHING ELSE ]

i.

[gottastaycalm]

[ The moment Squalo barges into the kitchen, Lambo jumps and there go all his cookies which suddenly go flying off the tray. ]

Eeehhh?!!

[ His heart speeds up, surprised and a little scared to have Varia's second suddenly barging in without warning. ]

S-Squalo-san!

ii

[finethanks]

[And out from the shadows steps... an idol boy? Well, he looks like he's stepped right off stage, even with how dirty his clothes are from hiding, and despite what he's just witnessed, he looks incredibly calm. He's not, but appearance is key here.]

I've never seen a man wield a blade quite like that before. It seems unnecessary, but it gives you a certain sense of style, so I like it. [He's just offering this information...] Ah, sorry, I was rambling too much, wasn't I? You see, I'm not made for combat myself, so I thought if I stayed close to you, all of these creatures would be taken care of.

iv

[saltysanta]

[The person Squalo turns to find probably looks completely ridiculous to modern sensibilities, but he at least isn't carrying a weapon--just a cane that he's been using to pick around through and clear away rubble. He even takes a step back upon seeing the sword, even though they're nowhere near close enough to each other for Squalo to be able to reach him without a solid lunge.]

Of course not. Is it really so strange for multiple people to want to investigate, in a place like this?

Eichi Tenshouin (CRAU) ♪ Ensemble Stars!

[finethanks]

ii.

[There's no way he can make it back safely. He knows that. No matter where he's been, or what he's been through, or that he can heal now— he's not built for monsters. He's not built for any of this. He stumbles into the closest abandoned building he can find, coughing into his fist even as he tries to bite it back. As tough as he may be trying to look, he's shaking, exhausted and terrified.

But he has a fierce will to live, so he's not going to back down no matter what comes his way! Of course, what he's expecting to come his way is a monster, or some sort of beast, not a possible ally. The first figure he sees round the corner to where he is, he sucks in his breath, balls his fist, and punches them as hard as he can!

It's pretty hard, but he's still just a sickly idol.]

...ah?

iv.

[Scavenging isn't really his thing. Poking around in dirt, looking for clues or people... he doesn't like to get his hands dirty, so he's not doing a lot of it. But he is walking around, and that's pushing himself enough. He peeks in old abandoned places and burned buildings, but tries not to go too far into them. What he's really looking for is someone else that's poking around, and the minute he finds someone, he lingers close, watching what they're doing.]

Have you found something? I'm not sure what use most of these ruined items could hold, but the fact that you're willing to dig for them is admirable, at least. [Who asked him...]

v.

[Wildcard! CRAU Eichi actually will still have his healing powers from Riverview, which just means he can heal physical wounds as long as his hands touch it, but the worse the injury, the more energy it costs him. Find him anywhere! He's a sickly idol but he started in a space game and has been through some weird shit by now so hit him with anything!!]

ii

[smokedout]

[Well, that's... some reward for following this dumb kid.

The sound that had announced his approach was actually the clacking of Brink's claws on the stone sidewalk, so it's understandable that Eichi expected a monster. But instead his fist hits Dodger square in the jaw, and despite it being a pretty good, solid punch... it's not really enough to phase the mutant, and he just rubs his face as he looks sharply at the source of that attack.

For a moment, he's silent and cold. Still as the grave, looking like he's trying to decide if this is some cruel hallucination cooked up by whatever combination of drugs he's on today. Even the robotic dog at his heels glances between them, unsure of exactly what his master is thinking.

And then that moment passes, and his hands slip forward to cup the idol's cheeks and yank him into a harsh kiss.]

ii.

[gottastaycalm]

[ The moment the punch comes his way, it's caught by a gloved hand as a faint smile pulls at his mouth. ]

I'm not your enemy.

Ramsay Bolton • Game of Thrones

[porksausage]

i. WELCOME HOME

[ L...lovely, sure. ]

[ More like absolutely disappointing. It takes all of Ramsay's self control not to utter something like "but this is peasants' residence" when he stands in front of the house. But whatever happened, he's out of his element, out of his power, and the smart thing to do here is to not piss off the locals, no matter how insignificant they may be. ]

[ But as he takes a closer look, the house is definitely different from what he's used to, from the magnificent glasswork in the windows to the tiled roof. Of course, that is still nothing compared to the utter culture shock when he sets a foot inside. ]

...witchcraft?

[ Yeah, have another one of those Ikea-rug fur-wearing guys just gawk at the interior, completely lost. ]


iii. MIRROR MIRROR (A)

[ Once he gets a little more accustomed to... well, everything that wasn't normally found in alternate universe middle ages, the little mirror is honestly one of the less shocking appliances. It could almost be good old witchcraft, even if the things showing up onscreen are... extremely colorful and strange. ]

[ Ramsay can be found in the house or outside somewhere, poking at the mirror with a thoughtful frown on his face. He could read, he could write some though he preferred to dictate his letters, but the text here was barely legible and on top of that had a bunch of words that didn't mean anything. "Capslock"? "Emojis"? "Autocorrect"??? ]


iii. MIRROR MIRROR (B)

[ After some helpful neighbors or NPCs do enlighten him some about this new and exciting piece of technology, he's off to gather information. Safely. Who could have thought you could talk to people without actually being there? So convenient. That could've saved so many heads back in Westeros... heh. ]

[ Not to mention you could apparently use squiggles to indicate your mood! Of course, he intends to come off as friendly. It's always easier that way. ]

Hello! (ﾉ´ヮ´)ﾉ*:･ﾟ✧


v. WILD CARD

[ make your own adventure... or just punch him hard many times tbh ]

3 a

[champions_legend]

[The first giveaway that he's not alone is probably the clip-clop of hooves that come from, well, a what seems to be a literal fire unicorn with features that lean more towards those of a Friesian. Fumiko herself is riding the rapidash (and rather tiny compared to the pokemon), though there's no saddle or reins to be seen.]

Excuse me? I'm sorry for bothering you, but ... do you need help with that?

[Dressed in jeans, her teal shirt and sneakers, with bag at her side and the rest of her pokemon in their pokeballs on her belt, she'd been on her way to go train against some of the monsters when she'd spotted him. It wasn't that hard to identify new faces in the town, and her natural instinct was to at least see if he needed help.]

Genn Graymane (OU) | World of Warcraft

[getgabbin]

iii Mirror mirror

[There's the sound of him experimenting, tapping the mirror on his side for a couple seconds, which is shortly followed by a quietly muttered..] You would think if they're going to give these to people, they'd include the instructions of how they work.

[Not that he can't figure it out with trial and error, it's just frustrating that he has to waste time with that to use the blasted thing properly. While it could be useful for communication purposes, quill and paper or messengers were a lot simpler and easier to use.

There's a couple beeps, and a somewhat wonky sounding growl that follows. The following words are almost squeaky in nature, sounding higher pitched than previous.]

What the hell did that manage to do? Blasted thing.


v worgen ping pong

He'd seen the result of people actually striking the wall, which is why he had decided to try something different with it in a manner of speaking. The wall itself didn't look all that tall compared to other walls he's seen in his life, the one he had caused to be built included. He was nigh certain he'd be capable of clearing it or at least making it to the top if he shifted forms.

Disregarding any possible audience his change of form might attract, now glowing golden eyes focused on his goal and he loped toward the wall, launching himself up at it.

At first, he thought he was going to make it, but shy of actually landing, he hit something that sent him flying back and caused dust, dirt and grass to fly upon his impact into the ground. Picking himself up, he shook the dirt from his body before trying to see what had halted his landing. He didn't see anything that could have, but he didn't discount that there might be something magical that could be the cause.

It could be he had given whatever repelled people from the wall the time to act against him, given he hadn't put that much force or speed into the prior leap. He considered the wall once more and decided to put the idea to the test, running toward the wall and launching himself at it with more force.

The end result was much the same as before, though the impact was significantly harder and he was slower in rising the second time, due to the impact having knocked the wind from his lungs.

V

[4896apexiscrystals]

[ Seeing Genn had been a bit of a shock, less so than Varian, but still a bit jarring for him. Honestly, he had a mild moment of distressed thinking about the fact that they'd all left Anduin alone -- possibly without Velen as well. But... He swallows it down and goes to follow the king.

When he saw where Genn had been going, he attempted to tell him that it's a folly to do such a thing, but the Worgen had already had launched himself. Well... It was easier to let the man figure it out for himself before he made his appearance. He turned into a raven and sat on the branch near the other, flinching when the second launch resulted with Genn being thrown back even harder and creating a sizable dent in the soft ground.

He waited, watching to make sure the other could get up before flying down and transforming into his more human form, but he would attempt to get the man's attention by clearing his throat rather loudly. ]

Are you going to try again? So I can ready the bandages.... I'm afraid there are no healers here yet.

iii

[4896apexiscrystals]

[ Khadgar can't help but laugh at the post he finds and chooses to remain with text so he doesn't let the other know what he's doing. ]

I had that problem myself, I still don't know how to fix it.....