test drive meme: pre-game opening #1

[jumpscare]

___test drive meme: dead weight edition. Step 1 → Post with the character and journal you're wanting to play. Leave the message blank with your Character's Name | Character's Canon. Step 2 → Other people respond to your thread! Fight zombies, deal with the "fictional character" news, whatever you please. Step 3 → ??? Step 4 → PROFIT! Step 5 → Spread the word! Bring a friend! Make a random announcement on D_M! Get this post to crack the hundreds! It doesn't matter if you end up apping or not! This is a place of fun and meeting new people before the waiting!

Text somewhat shamelessly stolen from assguardians.

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Jim Moriarty | Sherlock

[playedgay]

/leers at/ Art thou ready for this?

[rockofages]

[Not everyday one is torn from one realm to another. Not everyday one was presented to a world filled with the walking deadna nd told to go forth and remake the world.

Certainly the circumstances were different from usual but that just meant the game was clear. Survive.

In the small room claimed as shelter for the evening, Loki watched the other from his place against the far wall, green eyes glittering in the dim light.]

this is going to go downhill very quickly, isn't it?

[playedgay]

[Staying alive. A game Jim was all too familiar with. Such a task, really. Jim had spent years searching for distractions, searching for something else to make it a challenge. But that was the problem, there was never any challenge. No one ever posed a threat, and no one could beat him.

Boring.

But there were new elements to the game, this time. New was interesting, and interesting meant fun. It was all over his face. The one expression he never bothered to try to hide. He was enjoying this.]

With whom do I have the pleasure?

Probably! 8D

[rockofages]

[He liked the smile the other wore, the cocky assured attitude that came from experience. Whoever he was, what ever he was, this was a man that was good at his work.]

Luke. [A simply enough lie that went against everything about Loki's appearence.]

And you?

[playedgay]

[The man wearing battle robes said his name was Luke. He was expecting something much more dramatic, but took care not to look suprised. The smile remained, as did the calmness in his voice. He felt no need to lie, if anything, he'd prove a point by telling the truth. Lying would mean he was afraid of something, and Jim had nothing to fear.]

Jim. Pleasure, I'm sure.

[rockofages]

[It would be a mistake to assume he lied from fear. He lied because it pleased him to do so. It was a game, to see who questioned and who accepted.]

Jim. Mayhaps it is. And are you well, Jim?

[playedgay]

[He flashed the other man a playful grin. If he wanted to drag out this staring contest as long as possible, so be it.]

All things considered. [The amusement in his smile carrying over into his voice, he nodded, his dark eyes not breaking their contact with Loki's. ]

Yourself?

[rockofages]

[He was starting to like this fellow.]

Well enough. Tell me, what are your thoughts on this place? The introduction we've been given?

[playedgay]

[What did he think? That was really up in the air. The proof was undeniable. If it wasn't real, he was dreaming, and if he was dreaming, there was nothing to lose believing it. Especially when he'd wake up soon enough.

He shrugged only slightly, his expression thoughtful.]

I've learned something new about myself. Haven't you?

[rockofages]

That you are supposedly fictional? Or is it something else?

[He knew well enough that he was more than the dreamings of a mere mortal. He was Loki, a god in his own right. He crossed barriers others could not.]

[playedgay]

[Another shrug, his expression remaining, for the most part, the same. His eyes watched Loki more expectantly than before. He could assume from what Loki had just said that the other man received a similar welcome.]

Are you?

[rockofages]

[This man was interesting, calm, collected and amused. Possible he either cared not for his predicament or he believed he was dreaming.]

Fictional? Gods, no. I know better than most.

[playedgay]

[He raised an eyebrow at the other man, expression slightly mocking.]

Better than most? What is it, then?

[rockofages]

[He gives Jim a wry smile.]

What is what?

[playedgay]

[He tilted his head, watching Loki expectantly. The man wasn't what he'd deem 'ordinary'. He seemed clever enough, but that would need to be proven. His clothing and his way of speaking were clues enough. It didn't matter to Jim if this man was as mentally unstable as he looked, because either way he'd likely be dangerous. Quality entertainment.]

If the stories we were told were not the truth, what is?

[rockofages]

What is the truth? Not my place to say. I am one who deals with lies. [Loki gives a little shrug and a ghost of a smile.]

[playedgay]

[He rolled his eyes at that, it wasn't what he'd wanted to hear. Being cryptic doesn't make a person clever.]

That much is obvious, I was curious as to what your theory was.

[rockofages]

And if I had none?

[There's a chuckle and he leans back against the wall.]

Then if we are fiction, we should use this chance to press the bounds of our knowing and if this is simply a ruse? What does it matter. We are here. What is important is what we do next.

Do you have a theory, Jim?

[playedgay]

Saying I have a theory would suggest that I could be disproved...

[He spoke abruptly and to the point, as if he knew precisely what was happening. Sure, there was still room to question a few things, but Jim had no intention of letting that show. He could talk a good game when he needed to.]

So we have nothing to lose. How do you suggest we press these bounds?

[rockofages]

Ah, but is that not the benefit of theories. You learn otherwise and you go on to the next?

[This man certainly was a character, bold and relaxed even then.]

That I've not decided yet. First step seems logical however. Find others, meet with them, learn of their worlds.

[playedgay]

And what do their worlds matter if we are not in them?

[He shrugged. The devil's advocate game aside, he was only interested in speaking to others if he could deem them worthy of his conversation. Loki had held his attention this long, but he was growing tired of talking in circles.]

But I'll humour you. Tell me about yours.

oh. oh hello.

[speculates]

[ He had to admit. This entire situation was beyond unnerving, and even insulting. Him, a fictional character?

The walking dead was an entirely different problem.

But this was a game, wasn't it? Someone dragged him here for some game, and he would be damned if he didn't have his go at understanding it. If he lost.

But there was another problem presented to him, in the form of him. Jim Moriarty. There was a rush of thoughts, memories, and even, god forbid, emotions at the sight of the man.

All Sherlock does, however, is fix him with a solid, steady glare. ]

You.

:)

[playedgay]

[It might be a game, but Jim could appreciate the nature of it. Stick everyone in a life-threatening situation, add in the additional panic by telling them they're not real. People would begin to question everything, either fall under from the pressure or rise up and declare themselves a hero...

Normal people were so adorable.

And then there was Sherlock. He could be quite ordinary at times, too. But he thought differently, he thought himself clever. Jim would enjoy watching him crack.

Flashing the detective a smile, Jim stood to properly greet him. His voice cheerful and in the worst way possible.]

It's good to see you too.

[speculates]

[ there was certainly something invigorating about this entire place. On the other hand, it could simply be someone trying too hard. Sooner or later, survival would become key, wouldn't it?

Because there were no heroes.

Sherlock watched the other rise. There was a brief spark of a thought that perhaps them being here was one of Moriarty's plots.

But then, he wouldn't be here himself, would he? Or perhaps he would, if only to watch.

But the walking dead? No, Moriarty's was creative, and all this seemed like one huge cliche.] Oh, I'm sure.

[ He doesn't offer much else yet, careful, scrutinizing. ]

[playedgay]

I'm afraid their selection when it comes to tea is sub-par, or I'd have had a pot ready.

[His voice was teasing, mocking as usual. He stopped in place, half-way across the room, his eyes still glued to the detective.]

So sorry.