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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[survives]

[She starts upon seeing him, quickly springing into action. It doesn't take a genius to realize just why he's barring the door, so she doesn't question him. She turns around, gazing at the room around them, trying to find anything she can use to help.

Or so she would have. Instead, she gasps, dropping down into a more defensive position and reaching for the handgun at her side.

Looks like they've got a visitor.] Watch out! You can't lock us in here with that!

Aaaandreeeeeewwwww <3

[rockofages]

[The mortal was young, restless but showed moments of brilliance and some knowledge of magic. Not nealy enough to suit his purposes but perhaps enough for now. Also, he wasn't a fast runner. That helped.

Sequestered away for the time being in a place of safety, Loki drummed his fingers upon a table as he watched the other.]

Do you have a name, mortal?

[starspangledspandex]

[He is far too embarrassed about there actually being comic books of him to actually read them. It'd been bad enough in his time but finding out they still exist is even worse.]

Stay close. I haven't been in the alley too long. The street behind me was clear and should be still.

[He shifts his grip on the shield as he stands and heads back out the way he came, keeping an eye on the stranger just so he knows where he is.]

Well well well, who do we have here?

[rockofages]

[He brings her some water and what food they've found, all princely charm and gentle words.]

Are you well, young one? Have you eaten yet?

:'D

[upstairsbrain]

["Some state or another" is right. Having been separated from Dean, Sam isn't looking particularly good. He hasn't been bitten, but he's pretty scratched up, and looks both surprised and relieved when the angel arrives.]

Cas. [There's a quick sigh of relief, and he motions for the other to follow him into a deserted room.] When did you-- have you been here this whole time?

[upstairsbrain]

[Sam follows suit once his weapon has fully unloaded on their enemies, half-turning to Dean as he works with the gun in his hands.] I did, remember? But nothing's working.

[He fires a few of the salt rounds into the approaching zombies. The undead had attacked them shortly after their arrival, not giving them very much time to focus on the cryptic "you aren't real" message.]

So, what do we think? Croatoan?

[His expression is scrunched up, bewildered. Because this isn't like anything they've experienced, not really.]

:3

[baby_in_a_trenchcoat]

[Castiel is relieved that Sam doesn't appear too hurt. Well, he doesn't appear bit. That's the most important thing here. He followed Sam into the deserted room, looking around to make sure they weren't followed by the undead.]

No, I just arrived. [Pause.] Have you been here long?

YOU SAW NO SPELLING ERROR

[rockofages]

[Today is seemed was a day of revelation and humiliation. First the green beast beats him into the ground and the he awakens here and is told his is no more than mere fiction and that he must survive.

Survive. Like he was little more than another wretched human... But staying alive was a game he knew well. A game he could play with the best of them.

It's why he appears before Rogers, stepping out of the shadow and weak veil he cloaked himself in with hands raised.]

Peace, Captain. I mean no trouble.

[mulletrock]

You better think of somethin' new. We're runnin' out of ammo and you're shootin' rounds that are pretty much useless.

[Dean grabs the bullet box in the pocket of his canvas jacket and shoves the rest at Sam. He's not gonna risk him and salt isn't a deterrent for these things.

The bastards were getting closer. Dean leans over the car and brains a few but that only gets the attention of some others.]

Nah, this isn't Croatoan. Those things had a mind of their own. At least for a while. These things are flesh hungry killers. The Croats wanted to expand, remember?

[Dean leans over the car and checks for a way out on all sides. They might be able to get somewhere through the back alley way on their right but that's only if it wasn't packed with these meat heads too.]

First thing's first we need a way out. There's too many of 'em t'go toe to toe. When we get to higher ground then we can start research on what the hell these things are.

[starspangledspandex]

[His eyes are sharp and pauses, tipping his head. Is that movement or just a trick of the fading light? Steve shifts his shield so it's ready to throw at a moment's notice and moves closer, never traveling in a straight line--it's way too easy to get shot by a sniper that way.

He stops twenty feet out, crouching half behind a tree and half behind his shield. After he surveys the small shelter, he checks the surrounding area. There's nothing moving that he can see and he takes a risk.

He judges how loud he needs to be to be heard and calls out, eyes sharp on his surroundings.]

I don't mean any harm. Just looking for shelter for the night.

[spacial]

[ now that she's God Tier powerless, things are going to get a lot harder. at the very least, they have the firearm experience. ]

I think everyone is.

[ a sigh. ] But we're gonna get through this. Somehow.

Vriska Serket || HOMESTUCK

[manipuleights]

amy pond | doctor who

[fairytaling]

WUT SPEEELING EROR?

[starspangledspandex]

[Of course, Loki would have to be here. They don't have enough problems already. They totally needed a master lie-smith around.

Forgive him his suspicion, but being whisked away on the tail-end of a battle for the survival of the planet that had been your fault isn't helping him trust you.]

What do you want, Loki?

[Simple, to the point and his shield stays where it is, for now.]

[tasteslikecoconut]

[Damn his heightened senses, he'd almost forgotten about those. But really, was he really stupid enough to call out to a random house right before nightfall? Come on, Cap.]

[Still, this place has made him paranoid. For good reason. But he does crack the door so he doesn't have to yell quite so loud and basically broadcast to the whole city there were living things this way.]

Of course Captain America doesn't mean any harm. But this isn't the America we saved from a crazy Norse god, is it? You bit, Cap?

EXACTA! Youdidn'tseeaaaaanythiiiing

[rockofages]

Such a cold welcome.
[But none the less, expected. Loki keeps his hands in place as he takes a small step into the light.]

Peace, as I said. This is not the time to tear at each others throats.

Callisto || Xena: Warrior Princess

[psychobarbie]

[rehashes]

It's only hard for you because you suck at using anything that's actually effective.

[ says the guy with a broken sword, which has worked well enough for him in a pinch thus far, but not without a few close scrapes. still, he is definitely not one to talk about effective weapons. ]

The point is to not let them get close enough in the first place.

[fairytaling]

[ ...zombies! Why not, it's something new, and she always loves a good zombie.

Well, a good zombie film, but it can't be all that different, right? Absolutely.

...it's a good thing they're not being chased at the mo. ]

Well, this is a new one. Have you got any experience with - [ Wiggles fingers. ] - the undead? The rotting sort, anyway.

[starspangledspandex]

Last time I saw you, New York was a bit of a mess.

[A contained mess and the Chitauri had been dealt with, but still. It doesn't sit right with him. Steve frowns, this doesn't feel like his decision to make. It should be decided as a team but the team isn't here.

There's a long pause as he stares at Loki, just considering.]

And if I agree to peace, what will you do?

[rockofages]

My apologies, but I do not think this is a place to continue our disagreement.

[This was a new game, a different game and one he aimed to win. He would not fall victim to the mindless dead that stalked this wretched land.]

Offer an allience. This is not a place where a lone wolf can make do. Here he dies and the pack survives.

[bluh]

[ Aw. Who said hammers weren't effective in battling the walking dead? Of course, it'd take a lot for John to become used to a new weapon that didn't resemble a ridiculous over-sized tool. ]

Jeez, Dave. I'd totally use my super spidey powers and shoot a web at them 50 feet away, but my radioactive arachnid is at the shop right now! Back in fictional character world.

[starspangledspandex]

[His shield lowers marginally, head coming up in surprise--he knows that voice.]

Stark?

[He frowns, what does that have to do anything? He's not exactly up to date on his zombie lore here.]

Bit? No, the suit's too thick for bugs.

[tasteslikecoconut]

Tony is fine, Rogers. I think we're on a first name basis at this point, if it's all the same.

[And really, Steve? Really?]

You're not - what? You're worried about bugs? How have you survived in this hellhole?

[coffeemugsmash]

[ The whole "fictional character" thing was a little lost on Thor. To humans, he was a legend. And they had made up quite the stories about him, his family and his home. That thing with his brother and the horse was a bit odd. He could handle the zombies. Fighting was always thrilling against any monster. And these were in large enough number that it made of for their lack of strategy and intellect.

But what he could not deal with was the idea that this was some how a punishment. He'd been exiled, again. This time to a world which he possessed little knowledge. And for reasons he could not fathom. He had stopped his brother's army. He had helped to save Midgard. What could he have done?

For this reason, he had hardly uttered a word, wrapped up in his own mind since leaving the room in which he woke. ]