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wasteyard mods ([personal profile] wastemods) wrote in [community profile] wasteyard2019-05-18 02:36 pm

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.



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!


ascocarp: pt2a16.k | (i put you on hold)

1.

[personal profile] ascocarp 2019-05-19 11:59 pm (UTC)(link)
[Ellie doesn't need to know the language this weirdo is speaking to be able to understand the scene before her. She was minding her own business when she walked by an open door, only to see someone running toward it with a horrible monster on his heels.]

[Ellie stares wide-eyed for a second, two, before internally chastising herself for her hesitation.]

[She closes the door.]
millimeter: cg. unimpressed. mad. (no thx)

smh

[personal profile] millimeter 2019-05-21 04:11 am (UTC)(link)
[Are you shitting him?! WHAT KIND OF HEARTLESS PERSON ARE YOU, ELLIE!!!

Don't answer that.

Anyway, the important thing is Prompto gets away from the naga. Eventually. It feels like it takes hours, even if the moon never seems to move in the sky (insofar as he can tell with the ever-shifting architecture). But he gets away and he gets inside, and it's on one such delightful trek that he swings open a door and finds himself face-to-face with a girl... The same girl who left him to the mercies of a shadow monster's whims.]


Oh. [He should probably be the bigger person and not give a fourteen-year-old the stink eye, but Prompto isn't feeling very charitable right now.] It's you.
ascocarp: pt1a14.k | sad (4353456)

[personal profile] ascocarp 2019-05-21 10:43 pm (UTC)(link)
[The thing is, as soon as she closes the door, she instantly regrets it. She can't do this. She can't let someone die because of her. Even if it's what Joel would want her to do, she can't, she can't- the idea makes her start breathing fast, and she doesn't know why. She opens the door, trying to right her mistake, and-]

[He's gone.]

[She shuts the door and spends a while breathing harshly, rubbing at her face, and not knowing what to do. He died, and it's her fault. Her fault, another one that's her fault, another person that died because of her, she can't-]

[And then, there he is, alive. She stares up at him, unbelieving. This isn't how the world works. Nobody ever makes it, nobody ever comes back. She stares openly for a few seconds, before-]
You- you're alive?
millimeter: cg. neutral. profile. (head tilt)

[personal profile] millimeter 2019-06-19 03:14 am (UTC)(link)
[Okaaay... That's not the reaction he was expecting. It gets rid of the stink eye real quick, replaced by something sheepish and, beneath that, concerned.]

Yep, definitely alive, unless this [and he gestures to their surroundings] crazy place conveniently forgot to give me some crucial deets.