THE SKY WENT OFF-WHITE.

[wastemods]

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.

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 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:

• 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.

TL;DR: Whatever this is, it isn't natural.

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.

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?

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!

And that's all, folks. So take chances, make mistakes, and get messy!

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john murphy | the 100 | ota

[mofi]

a. THE SHADOW REALM.

Josephine, you bitch [ , Murphy yells out into the nothingness. It doesn't do much, the yelling, just releases a little amount of irritation that's been building up inside of him the moment he literally blinked here. No one responds to him, of course. There doesn't seem to be anyone around him. That's the disconcerting part. That and everything is just a little too quiet, very eerie.

But -- he is finding out really quick he isn't exactly alone.

The silhouette of a very familiar figure reaches out to him, fingers extending out to look more like claws than anything else. He reels back, almost falling right on his ass. ] What the hell [ , he breathes out, raggedly. He continues to stumble, the shadowy figure bleeding into another shadow.

It's gone now but he knows it's following him. The paranoia is eating away at him, making his skin crawl. ]

You're okay. You're okay. [ Murphy reassures himself. The reassurance only goes so far when you feel like you are absolutely alone while shadows of your past are sneaking up on you.

The building that he goes in, as dilapidated as it is, proves to be a smart idea. No shadow figures are emerging from the walls. He freezes when the sounds of footsteps hit his ears and ducks behind a desk that's been tipped over. ]

Who's out there? I got a gun so don't do anything stupid. [ No, Murphy does not have a gun but who knows that? ]

b. RADIO WAVES.

[ He rushes out of a building the moment the ground starts to shake beneath his feet because like hell is a building going to collapse on him. Outside isn't any better.

The wind has picked up so much that a piece of paper has turned into a weapon and cuts him across his cheek. If he could stop and laugh at himself, he would. But paper cut jokes will have to be set aside for later if he hasn't died by then.

He runs around with his jacket over his head, keeping him safe for who knows how long. Murphy can't even see where exactly he is going, he's just trying to look for a safe place to hole up in.

At least his cheek is warm from his own blood. That's an upside, right?

He goes into another building because he can take wading through water. Another person has decided to seek shelter, or something, in the same building as him. ] I'm not in the mood [ , Murphy lets out a ragged breath. ] I got a paper cut and that's all I can handle right now.

c. RADIO.

[ Your radio comes to life, annoying static before you hear a voice. Soft and crackled. ] Testing, testing. One, two. One, two, three. Anyone out there? Do you copy?

d. WILDCARD.

[ If you have something else in mind, go for it! Or, if you want, hit me up at gaybird ]

a

[broadaxes]

[Johanna's footsteps sound heavier than she is. Her boots weigh about as half as much as her. She comes down the steps of the fucked up house and ducks down.]

Whoa, a gun?

[She holds her hands up, just in case.]

I'm not going to loot or steal from you. [Lies.] I don't know what's going on either.

[mofi]

[ Okay, a woman, Murphy thinks to himself. It was irrelevant information because a lot of women that he knew could take him down.

So his guard doesn't waver. ]

Yeah [ , he calls out from behind the desk. She could have a gun or any sort of weapon. Murphy doesn't have anything, except for the two mind chips stuffed in his pocket. ] And how do I know that?

[broadaxes]

Because people don't just fucking lie about that sort of shit. Look, my hands are up! And look at me, I weight 125 lbs at the most!

[She continued to make her way down the stairs and over to where the voice was coming from.]

[mofi]

[ He scoffs, ] I don't know where you are from but people will lie just about anything if they know it'll keep them alive. [ Her weight little to him, he can be taken down pretty easy.

Across from him, on the wall, is a mirror and it's perfectly angled to see whoever was coming down the stairs. Her arms are up, just like she said and doesn't appear to be holding a weapon. Murphy stands up slowly but he doesn't move from behind the desk. ]

Don't move any closer. Show me what's in your pockets.

[broadaxes]

[Johanna is very tiny. But she had strong, muscular thighs that she used in wrestling. She needed to get in close quarters of this guy to yank him to the ground and take all his shit. Or... they could work together. She hadn't decided yet.

She has on leggings and a jean jacket. Jo rubs the leggings to show no pockets, and pulls the insides out of the jacket pockets.]

Calm your fucking tits, man.

[mofi]

With all this weird shit going around, you can't really blame me for being a little on edge [ It appeared like she isn't carrying a weapon. That allows his muscles to relax just a little bit. ] You been here long?

c.

[ascocarp]

[Ellie's been using the radios ever since she figured them out. An almost cheery voice answers the dour one as she replies.] Callsign Daniela Star, reporting for duty. If duty is sit on my ass and try not to do. I'm basically an expert at that.

Re: c.

[mofi]

[ Murphy chuckles in disbelief but he rolls with it. Ellie, you can just hear the smirk that has curled on his face. ] Good job, soldier. You can call me [ A pause but a beat later says, ] Legolas, over.

[ascocarp]

I read that book! It was so boring...

[Child, please.]

Anyway, if you're anything like the last lady who called me on this thing, no, I'm not fucking with you, no, nobody's in charge, no, nobody knows what's going on, but it's survivable if you're not a fuckin' dumbass about it. You think you can do that for me, Greenleaf?

[mofi]

I didn't read the book. I just dug up the movie in the archives. [ The only thing this boy can read is a cookbook. ]

Thanks for bringing me up to speed. Because that would have been such a pain. [ Murphy sighs, thudding the back of his head to the wall ]. Listen, Frodo. I've been doing this whole surviving thing for a really long time.

[ascocarp]

There's a movie?

[Wait, let's not get distracted.]

First of all, I'm totally Eowyn. Secondof all, I know how to survive too. I'll believe it when I see it. Everybody here thinks they've got the biggest dick.

[mofi]

Yeah [ , he says in disbelief. ] The Fellowship of the Ring, The Two Towers, and Return of the King. [ Murphy and his priorities. He's got time to blow off, not sure how much but he is going to take this opportunity to waste it. ]

Eowyn, huh? You must be a badass. I think my dick is pretty average in size. [ His voice crackles and drips with the sort of sarcasm that you want to choke out of a person. That's him, that's Murphy for you. ] Okay tell me something that I don't know. Where did you come from?

[ascocarp]

Yeah, that's what the books are called. Did you really like Legolas best? He was so boring.

[She's seen exactly two movies in her life, cut her a break.]

I'm, like, totally badass, and if you ever talk about your dick to me again, I'm not helping you with shit. [But it's said with something of a smile in her voice, a joking comradery.] Uhhh, Boston. Not here. I don't think anybody's from here.

[mofi]

No, he's not my favorite. He just looks dashing, like me. [ He hums softly, through the crackles. ] There's Saruman. Galadriel. Gandalf the Grey, of course.[ Murphy doesn't read books, doesn't have the patience for them and his level of reading is probably in the primary school range.

And it's not his fault, they sent him to jail when he was eleven. The council didn't give two shits about him. Never did.

He also spelled die and dye once. Not one of his shining moments. ]

Boston? Never heard of it. I'm from space. And, don't worry, I won't ever talk about my dick anymore.

[ascocarp]

Suuuure, dude. Don't sound so dashing to me.

[This would be flirting if she wasn't a naive fifteen year old lesbian.]

Hold the fuck up. You're from space? What's fucking space like?

b. RADIO WAVES.

[yokeye]

[Toki is so relived to see another person, and Murphy's words and apparent mood are completely ignored. It's background noise. As soon as he's in the building, Toki's chattering away in rapid-fire Japanese.]

What is happening out there!? Did you see that like sideways tornado thing kind of, I don't know how to describe it, but it was really scary! Why are some of the building like upside down!? Do you think we're dreaming, or wait, do you live here!? You're bleeding! Are you okay!? Was it one of those shadow things!?

Re: b. RADIO WAVES.

[mofi]

[ Oh God, what is this kid going on about? Is that Trigedasling? No, doesn't sound like it. Murphy as no idea what language is being spewed at him. ]

Woah, buddy! I literally have no clue what you're saying.

[ It's then he remembers the cut, gash, Murphy doesn't even know because he hasn't had time to check it out. All he knows is it stings and his cheek is dripping blood. Murphy presses the back of his hand to the wound, hopes the blood will star clotting faster ].

[yokeye]

[He gets the gist of that statement, because he doesn't what this guy's saying either. That's... a problem. He points at the cut and the makes a gesture with this fingers, a "little bit" sort of thing.]

It's not that bad!

[He says it anyway, just because it feels weird not to talk.]

[mofi]

[ A language barrier, that's just great. It's not the worst thing, not by a longshot. The gestures are at least universal, he thinks anyway. ]

You think it'll disfigure me? I still need to be pretty for the ladies.

[ Murphy starts making hand motions and speaking slowly at the same time ]. Where - did - you - come - from? [ He has one palm flat and the other hand making a scissor motion with his fingers like they are walking across his palm. ]

[yokeye]

[Toki would have a lot to say on how scars would fair with the ladies, if he understood the comment. He's watching the hand gestures, but he's not the most intelligent person, and he's thinking Murphy wants to go back outside. That means "walk". He just makes an 'x' by crossing his index fingers.]

Bad - idea.

[mofi]

[ The cut on his face is ignored for now. Murphy blinks, watching the kid's fingers cross. This is getting them nowhere and fast. ]

Come on. [ He ushers the kid to go down the flooded hallway. ] We can work the talking thing as we walk. I am Murphy. [ He jerks a thumb at himself. ] What is your name? [ Toki might not understand him but the tone in Murphy's voice suggests that he had just asked a question. Murphy points at him to accentuate what he is trying to ask for. ]

[yokeye]

[That, he understands, at least that pointing to yourself usually means you're saying your name. He sounds it out while sloshing down the hallway.]

Murphy?

[It's a serviceable pronunciation. He's already tired of this shit, but points to himself in return.]

Toki.

[He stops at the first door in the hallway and gestures to it, then shrugs. There could be useful things in there.]

[mofi]

Good job, [ Murphy sarcastically praises. At least now they know each other's name. ]

Toki [ , he parrots back. Murphy is not one to judge names. ] Step aside. [ Murphy moves closer, uses his shoulder to nudge Toki away. Without much hesitation, he opens the door. At first, the room is void of any water but it pours in once the door is opened. ]

Alright, let's check out this place. [ Murphy knows that Toki can't understand a damn word Murphy is saying but he doesn't like awkward silences.
Since he opened the door first, he steps into the room first. Murphy is looking for someone kind of thing, a weapon or anything that he can defend himself with. ]

a

[romancekiller]

[it was an understatement to say that this was creepy. clarke doesn't know how she ended up here but she tries to remain cautious and figure some way out of here. she doesn't know how she even got here but it's something she opts to deal with later since the more pressing issue was finding a way out.

if anyone else was out there she hasn't run into them yet but as ventures further ahead, she can hear footsteps and the sound of a very familiar voice that makes her stop in her tracks when she sees him approach her] Murphy?