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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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as for being from los angeles, well, ] If you think there aren't people like me on the west coast, you're sorely mistaken, sweetheart. But. For the record. New York. Enchanté.
[ he gives a (sarcastic) curtsy and resumes dumping bottles into his bag of growing goodies. even if none of them help with the pain, there's bound to be something that gets him high.
if this really is someone from earth, he's glad he's at least around someone that's relatively sane and understands all his pop culture references (or hopefully most of them, if this man's really from the city of angels), but that also means eliot needs to hide his magic from him. boo. where's the fun in that? ]
Glad to hear that I'm not the only one who finds our shadowy friends needlessly unnerving.
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robbie doesn't find much among the shelves except dust and dirt and a few broken pieces of glass. not a bad weapon in a pinch but he doubts a shadow's going to really be affected by a shard of glass to the neck. )
What's your name, New York?
( because it probably wasn't new york.
at the clinking of glass, he looks over, stepping closer to try and get a better look at what eliot had found. )
Unless you're about to find the local recycling plant, it sounds like you found something other than dirt.
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that said, these bottles are his, thank you very much. but maybe he can hand off the laxatives he's pretty sure he glanced going into his bag... ]
First come, first serve, as they say. But I may reconsider sharing if you try smiling a bit more for me. [ he glances up, offering a pleased smile of his own. then he's skimming the rest of the shelves. nothing much left, really, but anything is better than nothing. given his height of six feet and two inches, his head still peeks up above the top of the rack. ]
It's Eliot. And yours, Los Angeles?
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I can find my own. ( because if he'd found something, there was bound to be more. maybe not in this building but elsewhere. ) Robbie.
( look at that, now they knew each other's names. he still wasn't smiling. )
You planning on staying in here? Because I don't know if staying in one place is smart with those things out there.
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Definitely not, but it was worth a gander. I doubt pills are the easiest thing to come by in a place like this. [ especially with the wasteland outside. ] Or alcohol. Which I haven't checked yet, but I'm sure there's probably something in this shithole that constitutes alcoholic in nature.
[ there's a clean ziiip as he closes the bag and slings it over his right arm. he lets his cane slip back to the ground, taking it with his left hand to redistribute his weight. ] You have anything to carry your pillaged treasures with, or will you be hoisting it all with those strapping arms of yours?
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( he'd found rocks. and he wasn't going to take those with him. he didn't want to weigh himself down with something he could get anywhere in this hellscape. )
I'll take food and water before alcohol. ( hadn't been much of a drinker for awhile now. ) You gonna tag along, then?
( he's...okay with that. even if he's not sure what to think of eliot, he's at least another person and that's a comfort. it means he's not completely alone. )
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[ he offers another smile before walking over toward the area normally stocked with drinks, his cane click with every other step. ]
Alcohol is still fluid, you know. If there's nothing else, it's still better to drink than dehydrate.
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his eyes fall on the cane when eliot starts moving and then he looks back up at him. )
You gonna be able to walk for awhile? ( there doesn't appear to be any convenient hotels or motels to sit and relax. even the relative safety of this building didn't feel too safe. )
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I'll be okay. Maybe not fast, but okay, at the least. [ until he runs out of oxycodon, but that's another discussion, and he doesn't feeling like having it right now.
as he scans over emptied shelves, he manages to find an empty bottle of isopropyl alcohol. that's it though. just that. ]
Damn. I'm sure this would have been delicious. [ he holds it up for robbie to see before leaving it sitting on the top-most part of the rack and walking back toward his new companion. ]
I don't suppose you'd happen to have a compass tucked away somewhere in your pockets, would you? Or a map.
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or some people did. he sighs and moves closer to eliot but does it slowly. he doesn't want to startle him. he's not here to hurt anyone and even if eliot's...unique, he's damn better than the shadow things out there. )
That a long term thing or did you just get it?
( the injury that led to the cane, he means. ) I ain't carrying your tall ass.
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eliot almost wishes he could feel bad for being tall, but even standing next to robbie right now, he can only think about how glad he is that everyone else is armrest height. ]
Let's hope it doesn't come to that. [ he offers the words gently with a soft pat to robbie's shoulder. ]
It's recent, though. My best friend axed me in the stomach. Long story. [ he waves his hand dismissively. ] I didn't really expect to lose access to a pharmacy and first-aid supplies, granted that neither exist where I was headed, but they have people who can help heal it faster. So whatever we can find down that road would probably be helpful. Assuming it hasn't been looted already.
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they'd also never axed him in the stomach. jesus. )
Sounds like a great friendship. ( wry, sarcastic. but, he slows his pace so eliot can hobble into step beside him since it looks like they're gonna stick together. )
We'll look for something. ( he was concerned about food and water but looks like eliot had a little more to be concerned about. and now robbie felt a little responsible for him. too bad the hell demon that was riding along with him didn't give him healing abilities for anyone but robbie himself. )
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Okay, well, [ eliot takes a breath and sighs. ] Short version: I royally fucked up and unleashed this. Thing. A horribly, fucked up god-like thing. It possessed my body, and the only way to force it out was to using these enchanted axes that purge intruders from a host. Or something like that.
I still have the stitches in, but I definitely don't have enough pain pills to last me more than a few weeks at best. [ and not that he'd admit to robbie, but it's hard enough already forcing himself not to pop one every few hours. eliot's doing his best to make it last now, though. especially if he won't be seeing anything as powerful as oxy again for a while. ]
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Believe it or not, I know about things possessing bodies.
( he doesn't elaborate immediately. with eliot's story, robbie thinks he could handle knowing what robbie himself is carrying around but it's always a risk. he doesn't want to piss off the rider either. )
Am I gonna have to worry about you dropping dead randomly?
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a quiet laugh resounds from eliot's throat at the question. ]
Don't worry, darling. I'm a stubborn bitch. And anyway, I'm sure you'll be wishing I drop dead long before I ever reach that point. It's a gift and my curse.
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mostly all right. )
Come on. Let me know if you need to stop. ( making allowances. trying. trying to be a compassionate person in a place like this wasn't easy but he was doing his best. ) You got any sort of weapons on you?
( shadows and all. )