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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[behind7000skulls]

Indeed. The irony is palpable.

[ Marie's SKELETONS fall in line and disappear into the ground for a bit. ]

Are you unharmed?

[hormonebending]

[She's close. Too close. And her hand is over his mouth, and really. Does she have to be that loud in his ear? But he's glad that she's here, that he's found her, and can be content with her freaking out over him being loud.

Not because of any reason other than he's glad he found a friend.

He glances away from her, ignoring the way his face heats up. He can just blame that on overexertion if it's brought up.]

Considering what I've just run into? I don't blame you.

[murdergoround]

Yeah, they didn't get t'me. [Though she's feeling a little sluggish. Who would've thought, after a short amount of time as he was before, having a human body would be difficult again? Especially when it came to using the gun that she had.]

I ain't a zombie, so that should be your answer right there.

hope you don't mind!!

[speculates]

[ Sherlock will be disregarding the entire strangeness of the current situation, of waking up somewhere completely unusual, being told he was fictional of all things (an insult, really) instead simply directing a carefully analyzing gaze at the dark haired man not far away from him.

And to his most utter annoyance, he could only deduce a handful of facts about him, without engaging in conversation. Which only caused for slight suspicion.

Not that the side-eyeing and scanning Sherlock was currently more than a little guilty of doing wouldn't cause any questions. ]

Re: elena gilbert ; the vampire diaries

[speculates]

[ Right. Walking corpses. Scientifically speaking, this was impossible...wasn't it? Though said impossibility was currently directing its hideously rotting state towards him, and the girl he's just managed to come across.

His deductions won't help him here, but the gun he's had in his hand right now might.

But if his count was right, which it was, he's only had two bullets left, and the more of those things popping up and lumbering towards them.

Oh. And he had this teenager to watch out for. Turning on his heels to face her.]We're going to have to run.

[ the unasked question is: can you keep up?]

(OOC; oh hey :'D it's nadya!)

[needlebearer]

[Arya can feel her heart racing so hard it threatens to beat out of her chest. She can hear the zombies thudding at the door, bone and flesh scraping against the wood. It dies down soon enough, but she doesn't feel safe just yet.]

I'm fine. [Really not true, but she needs to hear herself say it, to try and make it so.] Are you all right?

dfjjfdjhdfjh I love thirteen!! Hope you don't me sending holmes her way!

[speculates]

[ he had, it was safe to say, completely and wholeheartedly disregarded the whole "fictional character" thing. Sherlock Holmes, a construct of someone else's imagination? The thought alone seemed hideously amusing to him. If not downright insulting.

So he will be ignoring that thought, instead focusing his attention to the young woman. He's already pegged several things about her, including that she's had some sort of medical education, and works, or at least worked before coming here, in a medical institution. American. ]

Which hospital? [ He's pegging it to be somewhere in Northeastern coast, and has no qualms about asking. ]

Robert Fischer ) Inception

[dissatisfy]

[ JFC why him]

:3 ilu

[songsandstories]

[She takes the bread hastily. Clearly it has been some time since she's eaten.]

Thank you, my Lord.

oh hello 8)

[dissociates]

[ Fukawa is in no better spirits, having retreated as far away as possible from the door of the room. Nothing's banging on the other side ( yet ) — but there are ominous thumping noises echoing around the building... ]

H-How should I know...?! This situation.... it's completely insane...!

[ worst combination for a post-apocalyptic world ever. ]

[fortitudo]

Ah-!

[Lucas let out a gasp when he saw that arm come through the door, it was moving around, obviously looking for something to grasp on to, wanting more human flesh. It hadn't had it's fill by the looks of it, but of course it didn't- these creatures would never be full.

He managed to push a table in front of the door, but he had to hold it there so the damn thing couldn't break in. Lucas glances over at her.]

Hey...! I need some... some help over here!

[consultmybooks]

[It's a suspicion Giles has had. He's seen people drugged on the good stuff. They tend to be just about this calm in the face of utter wrongness in the world.]

Back home would be favorite.

[And yet...back home, in a lot of ways, doesn't really exist.]

I'm, I-I'm not sure you should be wandering about outside.

[faciem_vulpes]

[There's one door out of the room - broken, thankfully, the door hanging off one hinge and the knob ripped out. Whatever did so might still be lurking around, of course, but a zombie punches straight through what's left of the window, its rotting flesh lacerated by the glass, and rips out one of the boards blocking its way just as easily as Peeta had. It's companion soon joins it in clearing a path.

Foxface pauses just long enough to kick open the door, and a path for Peeta. She looks back at him to make sure he still intends to follow, and then darts out into the rest of the house to search for another way out.]

[bloodymadness]

[ Crona's head drops again until hir chin is almost touching that tall white collar, but when the next staggering undead comes too close, Crona whirls and puts the entire force of that skinny body into the swing, cleaving the zombie in two.

A soft, quivering sigh escapes Crona. ]

What a-about their souls?

[inadvertently]

[ He can't bend steel bars with his bare strength anymore. He can't smash through walls or destroy entire streets. This should have been a good thing, this was what he wanted! He was normal, just like any other person, save for a temper that urges his body to do things he still can't stop himself from doing. The one time that strength would have been his greatest asset, it's gone without a trace.

And that fucking flea is here with no where to hide.

He grinds his teeth, hefts the baseball bat higher and snarls. ]

Izaya.

[servant]

[Merlin shakes his head softly, not because he fully understands, but it's a little hard to look on the bright side of anything at the moment.]

[He scoots closer, glances up at her questioningly while she unties the bandage. Merlin winches at the sight of the wound, reaches one hand forward to touch the skin surrounding it, but is careful to not touch the injury itself.]

Doesn't feel warm. And there aren't any red streaks. Still, I wish we could find some water to clean it with.

[Merlin removes the scarf from around his neck, tears a strip off and offers it to her as a fresh bandage.]

The things you said just now. You sound like a physician.

[loonytunes]

But I really wanted to get a good look at the clouds here. They tell me I've never seen real clouds before.

[She pauses to study him for a longer moment.]

I guess you've never seen real clouds either. Would you like to go?

[She offers a hand to him.]

My name's Luna, and you really needn't be afraid.

[firewall]

I-I wonder what Naegi-kun or Kirigiri-san would do in this situation. They always seem to have things under control..

[ If only he could be like them, strong. ]

Maybe we should put more things in front of the door..? I-If they hear us, they're going to try to burst in!

[ which is likely, considering how loud their freak outs are. ]

[firewall]

A-Apparently. I'm not sure how to feel about that, or even if I believe it, but..

[ He shifts his eyes away from the other. ]

In situations like this, it's hard not to believe it.

[dickmoves]

That's an idea I don't totally hate.

[ungodly]

[ Heather always defaults to condescending. She makes a low rumble sound, almost like a growl. ]

I'll show you - I bet I'll last longer. [ yes this discussion is a little screwed up, but she doesn't really notice. ] I bet you won't last half as long as I do.

[consultmybooks]

[Real clouds? What on Earth is so fascinating about...

...reality...

"They get inside my head, make me see things they want."

Giles has to admit, to himself, that he can actually share something of the girl's apparent fascination. Even if nothing outside is different than what he knows, it still won't be what he knows. If these people are to be believed...and if they aren't, they're the single most dedicated con artists he's ever seen...then they have an entirely new reality to get acquainted with.

Best start small.

He takes Luna's hand, but just to shake.] Giles. Um, just...just Giles, is fine. N-Nice to meet you, Luna.

And I...I suppose I haven't. Seen them, I mean. Might as well get that out of the way, I suppose.

[selfhelp]

Gee, thanks. [Such confidence. Still, at least Tommy isn't letting his bravado overrule his good judgment.] Our best bet is to find people who know this place- if any of them are still alive. Someone must have lived here at some point, though.

[tasteslikecoconut]

Your 'superpower'.

[Little air quotation marks included.]

[justmissed]

[She dryly chuckles at that.] No, not a physician. My father would read to me from his encyclopedias every night before sleeping. It's because of him that I know these things.

[But all it is to her is recited knowledge, things she's heard over and over again for the past fourteen years. Most information she can spout off she doesn't have any practical use for.

She looks up at him, and then over at the offered strip of scarf. She hesitates to take it, because it's such a nice color. But it is only a scarf, and so she carefully takes it from him and moves to wrap and tie it around her leg once again.]

Thank you.