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Entry tags:
- !event,
- !tdm,
- athena | borderlands,
- benedict dearborn | original,
- carver hawke | dragon age,
- denji | chainsaw man,
- eliot waugh | the magicians,
- ellie | the last of us,
- ivar ragnarsson | vikings,
- logan | marvel,
- octavia blake | the 100,
- quentin coldwater | the magicians,
- robbie reyes | marvel,
- ruth aldine | marvel,
- will graham | hannibal,
- william | westworld
THE SKY WENT OFF-WHITE.
WHO: Anyone and everyone.
WHAT: Our inaugural test drive meme.
WHERE: Anywhere in the world core.
WHEN: Whenever your character arrives.
NOTES: Expect surreal horror and possible violence. Please use common sense when warning for other content.
WHAT: Our inaugural test drive meme.
WHERE: Anywhere in the world core.
WHEN: Whenever your character arrives.
NOTES: Expect surreal horror and possible violence. Please use common sense when warning for other content.
Art by Basile Godard
THE SUNLIGHT SPLINTERED.
You reach the end of the ash-gray hall at a run, hands fumbling for an antique door handle. And then you stumble, fall, tumble—any number of adjectives, depending on where, exactly, the door opened—into a radio station.
The equipment is old and dusty, but devoid of cobwebs to the observant eye. And it's dark, save for whatever light makes it through the windows. They display disjointed locations; perhaps one shows an upside-down tower, while its neighbors frame the crumbling pavement of a rotting car park and the stripped out interior of a sewer. Whatever the case, peering through one window reveals a landscape that impossibly doesn't connect to the next.
The door is still there, the only exit to this grubby room. It opens somewhere, anywhere else in this distorted world. And once you leave, it no longer leads back whence you came.
Where do you go?
The equipment is old and dusty, but devoid of cobwebs to the observant eye. And it's dark, save for whatever light makes it through the windows. They display disjointed locations; perhaps one shows an upside-down tower, while its neighbors frame the crumbling pavement of a rotting car park and the stripped out interior of a sewer. Whatever the case, peering through one window reveals a landscape that impossibly doesn't connect to the next.
The door is still there, the only exit to this grubby room. It opens somewhere, anywhere else in this distorted world. And once you leave, it no longer leads back whence you came.
Where do you go?
THE LIGHT, DIVIDED.
A sun on one horizon, a full moon on the other. They're luminous but unreal, like they were plucked from a sky and pasted to a flat, starless backdrop. You can see only one, depending on which side you entered; it's essentially random. Both "sides" overlap like alternate dimensions and you can't see anyone who isn't on the same side as you. Light or dark, you walk in the light of a muted sun or an overbright moon. It never feels quite real.
Neither star nor satellite seem to move from their position. The passage of time is at a standstill.
Regardless of which side you're on, you'll find signs that you aren't alone. What someone does on one side affects the other, so moving an item or writing something down will translate to floating items and mysteriously appearing letters. Speech doesn't travel...unless there's a radio. Radios may turn on and off, with voices audible through the white noise. And if you walk past a mirror, the reflection isn't your own. Instead, it acts as a window to the other side.
In-character observations:
Neither star nor satellite seem to move from their position. The passage of time is at a standstill.
Regardless of which side you're on, you'll find signs that you aren't alone. What someone does on one side affects the other, so moving an item or writing something down will translate to floating items and mysteriously appearing letters. Speech doesn't travel...unless there's a radio. Radios may turn on and off, with voices audible through the white noise. And if you walk past a mirror, the reflection isn't your own. Instead, it acts as a window to the other side.
In-character observations:
- Anyone sensitive to time, space, and related dimensional shenanigans will feel they're distorted. And it isn't something they can fix, at least not with powers.
- It's possible to cross dimensions if a character has related powers, but they'll suffer backlash and significant stress from the transition. Successive jumps aren't gonna fly.
- If a character is affected by the sun or moon, they'll find neither holds sway over them here; e.g., vampires can walk in daylight and werewolves won't shift in the full moon.
THE SHADOW REALM.
Outdoors, there are shadows on the prowl.
Silent and eerily insubstantial, they trail after you like blind spots given form. Staring at them too long is unsettling but, for the most part, they're content to watch you back...if they can watch. They don't seem to have eyes.
When that isn't enough, however, they attack. Stealing the shape of monsters from other worlds, they may lack special powers, but that doesn't keep them from being dangerous. When in doubt, you're safest indoors.
But maybe that isn't good enough for you. Or maybe you just fucked up. Either/or.
Silent and eerily insubstantial, they trail after you like blind spots given form. Staring at them too long is unsettling but, for the most part, they're content to watch you back...if they can watch. They don't seem to have eyes.
When that isn't enough, however, they attack. Stealing the shape of monsters from other worlds, they may lack special powers, but that doesn't keep them from being dangerous. When in doubt, you're safest indoors.
But maybe that isn't good enough for you. Or maybe you just fucked up. Either/or.
RADIO WAVES.
If you aren't wondering how you got here, you're probably at least asking why. Unfortunately, there doesn't seem to be anyone around who can answer your questions. Everyone else is as clueless as you.
But, some time after you arrive—whether it's days, hours, minutes, or seconds—the dead air stirs. The atmospheric pressure drops and playhouse lightning arcs across the facsimile of a sky. It's a storm that warns of what's to come, as an earthquake shifts the ground beneath your feet. Around you, buildings flood, and water pours out in falls only half aware of gravity. Wind hurls debris at such high speeds, it turns into shrapnel. Rain pelts you from above and below as the temperature plummets. It starts to snow.
Somehow, the sun and moon remain visible through the turmoil. A collection of mirrors scattered through the world don't reflect their light; instead, it passes through them and illuminates the other side. These specific mirrors, all set in ash-gray frames that match the halls, are untouched in the unfolding natural disasters, and standing before them will shield you as well. Consider them havens in the chaos, proverbial eyes in the storm.
In the dark, a radio turns on of its own accord. Is someone—something—talking to you?
But, some time after you arrive—whether it's days, hours, minutes, or seconds—the dead air stirs. The atmospheric pressure drops and playhouse lightning arcs across the facsimile of a sky. It's a storm that warns of what's to come, as an earthquake shifts the ground beneath your feet. Around you, buildings flood, and water pours out in falls only half aware of gravity. Wind hurls debris at such high speeds, it turns into shrapnel. Rain pelts you from above and below as the temperature plummets. It starts to snow.
Somehow, the sun and moon remain visible through the turmoil. A collection of mirrors scattered through the world don't reflect their light; instead, it passes through them and illuminates the other side. These specific mirrors, all set in ash-gray frames that match the halls, are untouched in the unfolding natural disasters, and standing before them will shield you as well. Consider them havens in the chaos, proverbial eyes in the storm.
In the dark, a radio turns on of its own accord. Is someone—something—talking to you?
INTO ALL OUR DARKEST FEARS.
Welcome to THE WASTEYARD's first test drive! Some quick things to remember:
- Our TDMs tie into the game plot. As such, any applicants can keep their TDM threads as game canon.
- The network is exclusive to in-game characters. TDM characters can only use radios.
- There is a language barrier, so please mention what language your character speaks somewhere.
- We don't have a fixed day ratio; instead, you pace yourself at your discretion.
- Characters may face backlash when using any powers.
- Mark if your character is on the sun or moon side of the divide. The choice is yours as the player.
- If you have any questions, please direct them to our FAQ!
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[She says it while looking out the doorway, keeping watch in case anyone's followed. And then, what scrap of sense she has for the shit she says catches up with her, and she shakes her head.]
...Sorry. That was shitty.
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Yeah, I did. More'n one.
[ He turns and walks slowly across the room to an armchair, threadbare and covered in oily dust. Drops into it and wipes more blood from his face. ]
Kid. I need your knife.
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[He's fucking dying.]
[She hands it over slowly, cautiously.] Just- be careful with it, okay?
[Who is she to judge him? Fuck. They've all got dead people. That was my mom's knife.]
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If he didn't feel so shitty, he might've offered her more than he does. As it is, he takes it in the hand that isn't stained with blood. ]
Thanks. Won't need it long.
[ With that much warning, he puts his other hand on his knee and slides the blade across the back of his forearm, above the edge of his glove. It hurts, more than it should, and he bares his teeth. The cut wells blood, but as he watches, slowly closes. Heals. Disappears, leaving whole skin behind.
Relief rolls over him. He closes his eyes for a second, then holds out the knife to her. ]
Thanks again, kid.
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[He doesn't. He heals.]
...Holy shit. Holy shit. What the fuck was- You fucking- you fucking scared the shit outta me!
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Yeah, kid. That's what I do. Most of the time. Somethin' in this place is throwin' it off. [ He clears his throat, coughs. ] Feel like I'm fightin' somethin'. What did you mean earlier, you were scared of me bein' contagious? Did somethin' happen here?
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[Should she tell him the truth? She doesn't want to, but he'll keep asking. And recent betrayal sticks in her mind-] I'll tell you my shit if you tell me what the fuck that was. We both know it's what I do [she briefly imitates his gruff voice,] is light on fucking detail.
[She stares in straight in the eye, scared and upset and unwilling to back down. Ellie holds a hand out, and it only shakes slightly.] Swear?
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I swear, kid. As much good as it'll do either of us.
[ He releases her, then pulls back and turns his hand so the back is facing her, fingers curled into the palm. Snikt. He pops all three claws. Lets her look at the 12 inches of gleaming metal. The pain is bad, worse than usual, but it's nothing he can't cope with. ]
This is what I do, kid. I'm a mutant, and that don't mean green skin and scales where I'm from. At least not always. I heal faster'n anyone. Or I usually do, somethin' here is makin' it work overtime.
These -- [ He turns his hand a little, then retracts the claws. ] I was born with as well, though they weren't always metal.
[ His turn to meet her eye, checking on how she's taking all of this. ]
That enough for you?
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[And some stupid part of her mind still goes like Angel Knives. Riley would love this. Ellie will have to keep watch, for Riley's sake.]
Okay, [She says, clearly trying to regain her metaphorical footing. It's easier than she expected. This guy... he's not nicer than he should be. He reacts when she's shitty. She trusts that more than the fake-feeling kindness she's gotten from others.] Okay. Um. Yeah, that's... fair. [More than she was expecting, if she's honest.]
[She wipes some of the blood off on her jeans and then sits down on the floor, her back to the door. If she needs to run out, she can. If something comes in the door, she'll hear it, he'll see it. It's as safe as she can be.]
There's an... infection. In my, uh, reality, I guess. No mutants or whatever, just the infection. You get it, and it turns you into a fucking monster, and you rip people apart. Almost everybody's dead. The ones left are... [She struggles to find the right word, and is left with only a massive understatement:] Assholes. Nobody infected's showed up here yet, but it only takes one...
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Sounds rough, kid. [ He means it. He glances at their surroundings, ignoring a wave of dizziness. ] So people round here, they just show up?
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So far as I can tell, yeah. Not much of a welcoming committee, sorry.
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We oughta find a way out of this damn maze. [ He glances around the room. ] Don't fancy bein' stuck inside somethin' that might be under someone else's control.
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It's not a maze. Mazes are, like, set. Whatever this is, everything shifts when you're not looking. There are no fucking rules you can beat.
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[That's a nice feeling. New as shit, too.]
Okay. [She takes his hand, small and tentative.] I read a book about a lady who used string to get through a maze, but when I tried that it didn't really work.
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He grunts at her comment, thoughtful. ]
Ariadne. I read that one too. What happened when you tried?
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