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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[consultmybooks]

[Giles watches her for a second, not entirely sure that she actually did notice him. But, when it sinks in that she's heading out, he hurriedly gets to his feet to follow. Mysterious girl walking out into mysterious lands? Either she knows something, or she's like him.

...if she is, though, she's taking it remarkably well.]

Um, s-sorry, but...do you, um, d-do you have any idea where we are?

[upstairsbrain]

[Sam seizes the opportunity to take a break, inhaling gulps of air, looking suddenly winded. He looks over at Castiel, pausing a moment before shaking his head.]

No, I... not too long. A few hours, I guess.

[With a final, heavy exhale, he straightens up again.]

What about you?

[upstairsbrain]

Yeah. [Right, that was true. And he had come so close to being one of them. Sam grimaces at the thought, taking the more useful bullets and cramming them in before firing a few off at their undead enemies.] These are more standard... stereotypical. [Unfortunately? It seemed pretty bad, from where he was standing. But, they'd make it through. They always did.

So, a way out. Between shots, Sam casts a quick glance around, eyes scouring their surroundings for some kind of safe haven. There are more than enough buildings around, though some of them clearly house a few meandering zombies. He can see them through the empty windows, skulking around without purpose.]

Seems like we'll just have to make a break for it. Pick a place, hold it down, make sure we're alone in there.

[Alone meaning sans zombies, of course. If there were others fighting for their lives, that might be a help.]

[upstairsbrain]

[Best introduction indeed. Sam jumps, and then whips around at the sound of the shovel crashing against one of the zombies, gun already at the ready. He doesn't quite pull the trigger, though, because he's momentarily surprised by the appearance of the girl. The girl with the shovel. He does shoot the thing when it continues to move, though, and doesn't let down his guard until Elena and her shovel have successfully beaten down the thing. And then, he drops the gun slightly, looking warily at the newcomer.]

... Uh. Good job?

Rorschach | Watchmen

[40thand7th]

it is all good!

[upheld]

[ these creatures were not falling fast enough. At this point, as Brienne sliced through the torso of another, Oathkeeper was slick with blood in her hands but it did not give her pause. She scarcely has time to eye the man beside him who had a strange weapon before but now carried an axe.

She has never seen anything like this before.

When Giles advises her, she gives him a terse nod to show she heard him and adjusts her grip on the hilt and swings towards the neck. The headless creature falls, finally. ]

Thanks.

\o/

[consultmybooks]

Welcome. [Giles will set to work covering her back, stopping anything from getting past her defenses with quick, sharp blows. The zombies shamble towards them, reaching, groaning, unheeding of the danger with the scent of fresh blood, brains, and flesh in the air. They're resilient, fanatical in their hunger, but they can die.

Even if he's not armed as well as she, even if a proper zombie apocalypse had always been a possibility rather than a reality before today, but it was a possibility and he's studied up on this. Between the two of them, they'll probably manage to clear the streets after several more tense minutes.]

[movesillegal]

[He follows suit in dropping out of a defensive stance which he'd automatically assumed. Though he'll deny it later, he's visibly relieved to see her and to see her ALIVE. Still panting, Tahno swipes a hand through his hair to smooth it.]

I'm trying to get out of here. One of those— those things came at me! [He pauses to just breathe for a moment. When he next speaks, his voice is softer but no less concerned.] Korra, does your bending still work in this place?

hi

[firewall]

[ Have a Chihiro gently sobbing in the corner. He has tears streaming down his face, but he's quickly wiping them away and trying to cover his face with his sleeves. ]

I-I.. Fukawa-san, what are we going to do..?

[hydrostatic]

[And there she is, crammed away in the same hidey hole he's taken refuge in, because frankly, running away and hiding is a lot easier than actually fighting when you can barely produce a single flame. Korra's more than relieved to see him, but they are in a pretty precarious situation here so when he shouts her name, she totally scoots close to clamp a hand over his mouth and effectively shoosh his butt.]

Not so loud! [She's... pretty loud herself, in all honesty. Whoops.

Buuut it seems nothing has followed him or is lurking nearby, so...

Uh. Proximity. Right. Gonna fix that now and pretend not to be embarrassed.]

Sorry, sorry. I guess this place has made me a little jumpy.

chihiro fujisaki | dangan ronpa

[firewall]

[hydrostatic]

Well, you don't wanna head the way I was coming. Getting too close to town probably isn't a good idea.

[She readjusts the sack on her back to reach to fiddle around for a water bottle. Running from zombies may be great, if not terrifying exercise, but it isn't exactly easy and Tahno looks like he could use it. Korra hesitates in her search at his question, eventually finding what she's looking for and tossing the bottle over.

Her expression pretty much says it all.]

No. I mean, it isn't completely gone, but... [Here she demonstrates by trying to produce a flame. It takes some time, no longer something she's a natural at and the flame is weak, flickering in the wind. She sighs, and snuffs it out.] It isn't the same.

[youmissed]

[John almost forgets to pop his Chakan oil cartridge out of his pistol to check, he's so surprised to see the ground pulling all that right in front of him. One of these days he'll straight-up ask for the science behind this - that is, if they don't end up as zombies themselves. John as the sneaking suspicion if it's down to the two of them, he's the one with the higher chances of zombification, just because he doesn't have magic rock powers here]

Not much. I'll need to find another weapon if this keeps up.

[starspangledspandex]

Someone has a pretty poor taste in jokes if it is. Those things certainly act real.

[He frowns, crossing to the window and leans against the wall at an angle that lets him see outside.]

This phone works. [He reaches into a pocket on his belt and pulls out the device.] It doesn't make sense that yours wouldn't.

[Steve is calling on his very limited knowledge of how phones work here. He has absolutely no idea about JARVIS though. He knows Tony talks to him and that he's not a real person.] Isn't he... an app on your phone?

[starspangledspandex]

[He only notices that he has help and that it's Thor. Steve isn't looking when the god is bit and even if he had been, he wouldn't have thought anything of it. Zombie stories had been rare in the 40s and not exactly a priority once he'd been pulled out of the ice.

Another toss of the shield and several more are knocked down, returning to Steve covered in disgusting fluid. He scans the group quickly, judging the easiest course of action and nods.]

Focus on the right. We'll need to clear a path.

[comicbookvillain]

[it's waaaay bigger than a bullet, it's not even a challenge.]

I did. Considering how slow they are, I would say we would have fair warning if they try to get closer.

[tasteslikecoconut]

They said that our home - [He gesticulates with his hands just like he always used to back home, clearly thinking out loud.] - Stark Industries, the Avengers, our Earth and Asgard and whatever else was created entirely from... someone's mind. But that this place is... real. But I don't believe pamphlets. Or women on phones - and no no, not that phone, I have one of those too and it works fine. My phone.

[He pulls out his Starkphone and the new one, which looked completely different. Tony's was, obviously, way more sophisticated and thin. And awesome. And had JARVIS.]

...you know what apps are? Anyway, no, he wasn't just an app. I made him. He runs my house. all of my houses, and my suits and... he was an Artificial Intelligence. Not that it matters, because he isn't here.

[tasteslikecoconut]

[His life went from pretty great - saving the world from aliens, awesome girlfriend, being Iron Man - to pretty dismal alarmingly fast. It was a hell of a reality check, no pun intended, and he was trying to wrap his mind around the ridiculousness of his whole world being fictional, but that didn't prove this place was real, either.]

Well you're not stupid, you have that going for you at least. So, what, you want to stick with me, or go on your merry way? I've been told before I don't play well with others.

[comicbookvillain]

I imagine between the two of us, were there to be an attack, we could handle it better than being alone. That seems a bit more important than getting along well.

[besides he knows a lot of people who don't play well with others. have you met the watchmen.]

[tasteslikecoconut]

[There's a moment of just Tony staring at Adrian. Calculating.]

Fair enough.

[No, no he hasn't. Besides, you're not real superheroes except for Manhattan and okay fine maybe you, but only because you're smart.]

So what's with the crazy armor, or is that all for show.

[klarion]

[Bored, bored, bored. That was all he could think about as the sun started setting. What he wouldn't do for some good old entertainment.

So he just rants. Loudly.]

I want my cat! Is that so much to ask? Stupid, stupid people...

/more grinnyblush/

[antivillain]

Seven left. Just watch my back. And be ready to duck

[Barton has snapped out his bow and pressed a button on the semiautomated quiver. Loki's senses can probably pick up the noises of something going on inside the machine; the visible result of which will finally be, the arrow Barton draws has something more bulbous and light-flashing on its tip than a usual flint. He aims it at the ceiling above and several steps ahead of the greatest oncoming concentration of undead.]

[antivillain]

[They both round a corner from opposite sides; and find themselves face to face.

Barton has a knife in his hand, raised about to throw, which he instantly pulls back and down to his side when he recognizes Rogers.

He gives a military but somewhat less-than-crisp nod—]

Cap'n…

[—before the reason he's holding a knife not his bow becomes apparent: his other hand is gripping a bleeding wound under his ribs on his knife-throwing side. He drops the knife as his knees finally decide they've had enough and buckle under him.]

[klarion]

[Sometimes a guy just wants to kick back and relax. ...Too bad that's not likely for most people with a bunch of zombies milling around. So, instead, he'll make a remark while sitting on top of a bunch of boxes.]

Nice threads.

[ex_spins462]

[ Natasha doesn't quite see it as a rescue so much as teamwork. Which is why when the girl's up she stands, but doesn't keep moving straight away, leave her just this side of safe and continue on her lonesome. ]

I have a gun.

[ Also her bites, but she's saving those for a special occasion — who knows how long the power's gonna last out here. Still, she tips her head at Buffy, and then turns, starting to climb further up the roof, hoping the height will help her to get her bearings. ]

Let's not make a last stand just yet, okay?