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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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Octavia whirls around, strides forward, and slices through one of the shadows. For a moment, all seems well. The guard seems to almost fall apart in front of her. Then, suddenly, the shadow begins to stitch itself back together, as if she never struck it in the first place. She takes an immediate step back. ]
...Fair point.
[ She's aggravated them now, and she can tell by the way the rest of them are quickly advancing on her. A few stumbling steps back, and she turns on her heel, rushing past Robbie. She has the decency to reach out and unceremoniously yank him along with her. ]
First one to shelter— [ She pauses, taking a breath as she sprints. ] —doesn't die.
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she's fast but he keeps pace pretty well, shooting looks over his shoulder every so often to see that those things are still there, still advancing and not giving up. fucking stubborn things. )
You see anything solid?
( half the structures here were in a miserable state and taking cover in a half burned out building wasn't gonna do shit for them if these things could just ooze in. )
Maldito espectáculo de terror. Keep going! ( because he'd really like to avoid being a shadow's dinner. )
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[ She doesn't recognize the language at all; she's never heard spoken Spanish before, or any language that isn't English or Trigedasleng. She'd imagine anyone who spoke any other language was wiped out. Or, at least, that's what she thought until now.
There isn't time to question it further, though. Octavia is nothing if not a survivor, and she hones in on shelter quickly. It's across the way, with plenty of rubble between here and there, but it's something. ]
The grey building up ahead! [ she calls, and starts for it in a straight line, climbing over whatever debris is in her way. She doesn't imagine shadow people have to walk around rubble, after all, and it'll only slow her down. On her way over a collapsed bit of stone wall, she loses her footing and tumbles to the ground. The concrete scrapes her knee something fierce, but she scrambles to get up. She doesn't want to get behind him. After all, then he doesn't have to be fast — he just has to be faster than her. ] Fuck.
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she's still ahead of by a body length when she goes down, tumbling and smacking her knee hard enough against some debris that even he winces. he doesn't run past her when he catches up though. no, he stops and grabs her by the bicep, hauling her up none too gently and trying to catch her eyes. )
Can you walk? Come on, grab onto me. Let's go, let's go. ( he's not leaving her behind. he won't let her fall behind either. he'll bodily drag her into the aforementioned building to make sure none of them end up getting...he doesn't even know what a shadow would do to someone. he doesn't want to find out either. )
Come on, let's go! ( he starts moving again, a little slower at first to make sure she actually gets herself going too. )
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I'm fine— [ Her knee hurts, but considering the injuries she's walked off before, this is nothing. She takes the help to get up, but she keeps sprinting on her own; anything else would just slow both of them down.
She makes it to the building first, and whips the door open, holding it for him. ] Get in!
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( if he turns around and you're trying to face this horde on your own, octavia, he's gonna be pissed and to be cliche about it, no one's going to like it when that happens.
robbie pushes further into the darker building, turning to watch the door and wait for her. )
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Come on. That's stupid, not heroic.
[ She'd wanted to make sure he made it, too, that's all. It would feel pretty crappy to get inside and realize he wasn't coming, especially after he'd been kind to her for no reason.
After a pause, she shifts on her feet and says, ] Thanks for the help.
[ There hasn't been much cause to thank anyone over the last six years. It feels strange and a little awkward. He deserves it, though. A moment later: ] Hey. What was that language you were speaking?
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it was fairly dark in the building but robbie's eyes have managed to adjust so he moves around, looking for anything that might be helpful or at least useful later. there's an old chair that he grabs, settling back on its legs before sitting down and sighing. )
You're welcome.
( he nods, rubbing his hands together. he's not cold but he feels so...strange. off. ) It was Spanish. Not a thing where you're from?
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[ Venezuela's her first thought if only because it was the only Spanish-speaking country that joined the Ark; she's read about others before in books, but Greece and Rome were always her favorite places to read about. The others fell to the wayside.
She scrunches up her nose in confusion. ]
I thought people stopped speaking that in 2052.
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( it sometimes felt like it should be 2052 or something close to it when he came out of a hell dimension but no. he'd never lost that much time. )
I'm from Los Angeles, California. United States. Earth. ( there's something he never thought he'd have to do: clarify his planet of origin. )
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Hate to be the one to break it to you, but in 35 years, the United States is destroyed. The whole planet is.
[ Is that his future? She can't be certain, but it's not unlikely. He said he's from Earth, after all. ]
I'd get a bunker before then, if I were you.
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( if there was one thing that might survive the destruction of the country, it was a guy possessed by a hell demon. besides, he doubts he'll even be alive then and if he is, he'll probably be elsewhere.
so, he doesn't sound too nonplussed by the news. )
How?
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It's just another piece of history to her, but Earth exists for him, so she attempts to deliver the news with some level of sensitivity. Meaning she doesn't say "everything got nuked to hell". ]
Mutually assured destruction.
[ It's absolutely idiotic that countries had weapons that could destroy the entire planet like that, in her opinion. They should've fought with honor. ]
Some stupid computer launched a bunch of nuclear missiles to try and fix overpopulation. [ With a bitter laugh: ] Guess she succeeded.
[ There's, what, a thousand people left on the Eligius ship? She doesn't know the exact numbers, but she's pretty sure Earth had a hell of a lot more people than that in 2052. ]
We called it Praimfaya.
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( he's not surprised that, somehow, people would find a way to kill people and that technology would be involved. he's seen the level of power some people have and the level of darkness they can ascend to if more power is just within their reach.
his own flesh and blood had fallen prey to that, hadn't he? )
Where I come from, people still like to kill people. They threaten nuclear war but no one's had the balls to pull the trigger yet. Muchas posturas. Doubt I'll be able to see that anyway.
( gabe might be but hopefully it doesn't happen like that. )
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Scrunching up her nose in confusion: ]
What's that supposed to mean?
[ Doubt I'll be able to see that anyway. Ominous as hell, if nothing else. Like he doesn't expect to be there. ]
If you're dying and you didn't mention it 'til now, I'm going to kick your ass.
[ She'd feel like a real dick for not helping him out more when they were running from those shadows. ]
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( that was the exact opposite of what was happening. if anything, he doubts he could die, not with what he was carrying around inside of him. )
You're a little violent. Anyone ever tell you that?
( he doesn't sound too upset about that. he almost sounds amused, actually. )
But clear your conscious. I'm not dying.
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You haven't seen anything yet.
[ It's half off-handed retort, half serious. He's only seen Octavia Lite. He hasn't seen Blodreina. She'll see how amused he sounds when that happens. He's been kind so far, though, and it feels good to be treated like a person instead of the universally despised Red Queen, even if it's only because he doesn't know about it. ]
...I'm Octavia, by the way. [ She'd never given him her name back there. She hasn't been giving her name out particularly freely, what with stranger danger and all, but Robbie seems nice. Nice enough to give her name to, at least. ]
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Good. It'll probably be needed if this place keeps up like this.
( for some reason, he has the feeling that shadows that attack won't be the worst of what this place holds. it almost seems like a gateway thing, an introduction to what everyone's going to get to deal with since they were so lucky to end up here. )
Robbie. ( had he said that? maybe but he says it again since they're doing proper introductions. ) Nice to find that I'm not the only person here.
( it would have felt a little too much like the hell dimension if that was the case. )
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How'd you get here?
[ If they can figure out how they got here, maybe they can figure out how to get out. ]
The last thing I remember is closing the door on my cryo-chamber.
[ Maybe this is all a cryo-induced dream. She wouldn't be surprised. ]
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( now, that's something he hasn't heard before. it would be all too easy to just focus in on that, to start asking her questions so she doesn't notice that he hadn't answered the question himself.
but, there's always lying. the truth, such as it is, is something he doesn't think many people are going to believe. )
I was about to take a trip. ( to a hell dimension. )
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[ A trip to space, to wait out the next decade until Earth was inhabitable again. ]
If you could call it that.
[ Not much of a vacation, being herded into a spaceship on a time-crunch before the Hythylodium bombs got launched then being laid into a cramped cryo-chamber while her brother told her he wished she were dead. ]
I was supposed to end up somewhere better than here.
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( if she's talking, he's going to keep asking. keeps the spotlight off him and keeps them both somewhat relaxed. better than being wound up and at each other's throats. )
Guessing it wasn't a cruise ship in the Mediterranean.
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[ She crosses her arms, bitterly recalling her last moments on Earth — because this surely isn't it. Being double-crossed, having her army either fall or surrender in the gorge, watching the bombs get launched on Eden. All for that damn valley she had to wait 10 years in cryosleep for anyway. ]
Earth.
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( yeah, that makes complete sense. it doesn't but it's her world and not his. if she was going to earth, she was going to earth. )
And instead you came here. And found me. Probably not the best trade off you could get. ( he pushes himself to his feet and nods at the chair. ) Let me look at your leg.
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Trust me. I've had much worse.
[ Like being stabbed in the gut and left for dead, or poisoned into a coma, or— basically anything that's ever happened to her. She leads an eventful life. ]
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ahhh sorry for lateness i got knocked out by migraines!
it's all good!