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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[foodstuffs]

[Zombies? Their lives being a lie? Actually, Kazumi is relatively comfortable with these facts. What's not so comforting is the inability to clean her Soul Gem here. When she thinks she spots a Grief Seed, she can't help but pay attention.]

Excuse me! Is that a Grief Seed?

[consultmybooks]

[Giles makes a face - the ill fated welcome home party hadn't yet passed into the realm of nostalgia, for him - but raises his hand, all the same. If there were some sort of master controlling these beasts, then they could have found him, killed him, and probably put an end to this entirely...or, at least, stopped any more being created and overrunning this already empty town.]

I suppose we can hold out for a while in here, i-if we have to.

[slay]

... Angel! You! Daylight! [ sorry buffy is just going to be baffled as she realizes they've been camped out on the roof of a mall and the sun has risen and it's like 8 am and angel is not on fire. ]

[bigbad]

[Spike picks up a crowbar and nods, watching the zombie hand.] Go. I'll cover your back.

[tasteslikecoconut]

[Tony spies that food and his stomach lurches, but he doesn't come any closer. He hadn't even had a chance to breathe, let alone snatch food from abandoned houses. He'd been half-afraid one of the things would grab his wrist in a pantry or something.]

What kind of room? Did you get retarded pamphlets telling you you're not real too?

[faciem_vulpes]

[Sometimes, one can get an early warning of their environment just by paying attention.

Foxface goes racing past Peeta at top speed, finally stumbling to a stop at the end of the block to look around.

Her eyes go wide, and she sprints back the way she'd come, as a zombie comes lumbering around the corner, only to find herself confronted with the one she'd been fleeing in the first place.

...which, of course, leaves her stumbling backwards towards Peeta, as the two zombies advance down the street in a pincer fashion.]

[faciem_vulpes]

[What do you do when you find yourself sharing a tiny room while zombies shamble around outside the door?

...if you're this particular girl from District 5, you move to sit in front of your little scavenged pile of food, staring warily at the room's new occupant despite the fact that she's neither rotting nor moaning for brains.]

[faciem_vulpes]

[The Capitol is certainly a place where makeup and gratuitous body alterations are a fact of life. Greyed out skin and ram's horns aren't outside the realm of possibility.

And so Foxface reaches a conclusion.

She raises the knife - really more of a file, or the blade out of a Swiss Army Knife - that she'd stolen out of the gutter, trying just this once to look threatening.]

You never told us about this. You've never done this before. It's one thing to give a good show, but we won't have to kill one another if this keeps up.

[agentofshield]

[Fury appears from a shadowy corner, making very little production about his presence.]

Agent Romanova-- 'Tasha-- What's your opinion on all this fictional character bullshit?

[Because she looks enough like his Natasha, even if the uniform's a little different, and if they were good enough to kidnap Nick Fury, stands to reason they probably snagged the Black Widow as well.]

[faciem_vulpes]

[You ever get the feeling that you're being watched?

Asami is, by a figure lurking in the shadows of one of the town's larger buildings. At least this particular girl isn't after her brains. She's just sizing Asami up - she looks like a Capital lady, except that she's not made up or modified enough. But clothes like that...they're simple clothes, but impossibly well made. Worth something, if she could find anyone to sell to.]

jessica hamby | true blood

[devirginize]

Adrian Veidt | Watchmen

[comicbookvillain]

[consultmybooks]

[Giles is sitting near the door of the little building he'd woken up in. He's...really still digesting everything he'd seen. It had been a lot to take in. One hundred and forty four "episodes" were a lot to mull over, even if he'd lived through most of it.

But he looks up, startling out of his thoughts, as the door he'd just left by opens and another girl is revealed standing behind it.]

...h-hello?

Well hey there buddy

[tasteslikecoconut]

[So Tony finally has his bearings straight, for the most part. He found a hoodie in someone's dresser they'd left behind after whatever the hell happened to this place went down, to help cover up the light of his reactor. A size too big for him, but he can deal. He's got himself a rusty crowbar, but that's all he's been able to find of any worth against the drooling idiots roaming outside.]

[Now he's pilfering through the cupboards of the houses around the small town he'd wound himself in. Like some animal without any inhibitions except survive, survive. Oh how the mighty have fallen. He's without a suit, without food, without scotch, without... anyone from 'home', whatever that is. What he wouldn't do to talk to JARVIS right now. His Starkphone didn't have service, like he expected, and he'd turned it off anyway to conserve energy.]

[But then there's a small rustle from the nearest room. His crowbar is at the ready in an instant.]

[slay]

Zombies. You can say it, Jack. [ i've decided they've exchanged names already, dealwithit.gif. ] You're gonna be face-to-face with them pretty routinely for the foreseeable future. Might as well wrap your head around the word.

[slay]

[ being rescued is never something buffy likes.

in fact, she avoids it at all costs, and not even intentionally -- it's just not how things happen. she's usually the one doing the saving.

unfortunately, she's just made the nearly fatal mistake of assuming she was still at full slayer strength. discovering she's not ... well, it throws quite the kink in things. when the redhead shouts down to her, buffy looks up, frazzled, sweating and heart pounding, but not scared.

she takes a step back, jumps up onto a crate edge and then springs up to grab the offered hand. okay. not entirely useless. not cruciamentum levels of useless. she can do this.

she works with natasha to hoist herself up onto the roof, eventually grabbing onto the ledge and rolling over onto it, breathing hard. she doesn't take time to rest, though, and gets to her feet. ] Weapons? [ it's optimistic, she knows that, but she has to ask. ]

[slay]

[ she's trying to decide if this answer means he's not actually prince charming or if prince charming just actually has a real name that she will soon discover. but that's a headache so ... might as well stop caring, BECAUSE ... ] Charming's more good than prince around here anyway, so if you had to pick one ... [ she gives a shrug. ] Which is pretty much the least consoling thing I could have picked to say in the light of zombie apocalypse, I realize. [ her lips purse in amusement, forehead creasing. ] I'm Buffy.

[revivify]

[ yeah, he should have figured it wouldn't go that easily, huh? well, it was worth a try. things had been one bizarre revelation after another since coming here, but she was still the same as always. one of them getting through this was better than neither of them getting through it... wasn't it?

though both of them surviving was by far the best scenario. ]

Just... [ he starts to protest, wanting to assert that if the chance arrives, she needs to go. but the look in her eyes makes it obvious that's not going to work. ] Alright. [ he relents, even as he quietly resolves in his mind to make a path for her no matter what. if he has to throw her to safety, he'll do it.

she couldn't be that heavy, right? ]

Just don't do anything stupid. [ he says, while planning to do something very stupid himself (go figure). a few more zombies get near, earning themselves multiple slashes as well - they were persistent, these things. no matter how much force he put into his blows, one just never seemed to be enough. ]

[slay]

Zombies, undead, walking corpses, take your pick. [ she glances around the little storage space and decides their best weapon option would be the steel rods used in that shelving unit beside her head so she'll just start throwing the stuff from it onto the ground. hope none of it hits you, arthur. sorry about your splash zone seating. ] If you're from a fictional universe that's never even culturally imagined them? I envy you.

[slay]

Evil Dead, I can handle. Sacrificing hygiene seems like it's just adding insult to injury.

[slay]

[ buffy drops her hand, which had been raised as well, and gives a kind of 'welp' look at that, because too bad ... wishes aren't horses. or real life. or whatever that stupid saying means. it means a lot less with the apocalypse nigh and gone. ]

Assuming they ever give up. [ she slips off the counter and goes to poke at the glass, cringing. ] How many do you think there are? [ she tries to do a headcount, but when you're operating on like half-heads due to desiccation, it's tough stuff. probably two dozen or more. ] It's like Black Friday out there, and we're the last pair of Christian Louboutins.

o//

[comicbookvillain]

[It was a lot to take in - he'd prided himself on his ability to comprehend, to deal with numerous things at once, to process things that others could not. But this, it seemed like an inexplicably cruel joke. Yet that didn't mean that he could simply give up living. Whether or not he was a fictional character didn't change the fact the zombies seemed really quite real (ironic, when that really should have been the other way around.)

Maybe Maslow was right about the hierarchy of needs after all - survival became certainly did become a quick priority. At least he knew how to fight, how to think, how to out run slowly moving zombies. All in all, it could have been worse.

Yet the thing in the other room didn't sound as slow moving as a zombie - quicker and somewhat more frantically searching for something which seemed a little out side of the normal "Let me have your braaaaaaains" vibe he was getting from the things outside. He picks up what appears to be an extremely dull kitchen knife, though his fighting style had always been some what more martial arts based. It could be useful. You could kill a man with anything, if you tried hard enough.

No time like the present to investigate, so he heads into the other room, knife tucked away in his shoe (mental note: find something to make it sharp, later) and finds not a zombie, but a man with a crowbar who looked, well, just as out of place here as he felt.

He raises his hands up - no weapons, see? Don't attack him with the crowbar, bro.]

The movements sounded too quick to be another [wow saying zombie outloud seems really weird] one of those things - and what a relief, unless they've gotten better at mocking actual thought.

[consultmybooks]

Given that we, um, we appear to be dealing with zombies in an appallingly traditional sense of the word, a-and that they've been bashing their heads against the glass for an hour thus far, I, um, I rather doubt it.

[Two dozen seems about right from here, though.]

Well, um, I've improvised worse. [There has to be something heavy enough to crush a skull that he can pick up and swing in here.]

[slay]

[ begrudging sigh. ] Don't you ever get tired of being Bad News Bear all the time? [ she was afraid he'd say that. but also prepared. luckily, most every grocery store nowadays has a health and beauty aisle, which is where buffy is now headed with no explanation. feel free to assume she is being shallow and lacking priorities. ]

[tasteslikecoconut]

[Tony takes half a step back to set his footing when the man comes into the room, half expecting blood and gore and gutteral undead moans, but receiving none of the sort.]

[It takes him a few precious seconds, staring at every limb and every exposed inch of skin, looking for bites, scratches, anything that would potentially turn him. He finds none, but then again, the guy had a weird outfit on. Like a...]

Seriously, why do people get their ridiculous suits and I don't get mine. [This is not even cool. Anyway.] Look, I don't know who you are and frankly I don't care. Try to kill me and you get a crowbar to the face, just a fair warning.