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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/wanders in and flops on

[selfhelp]

[It's really hard to hold true to one's anti-kill policy when you're surrounded by zombies. Add to that the fact that he's kind of physically outgunned - he's never been any good in a fight, and that's only gotten more obvious since discovering his powers - it's probably no surprise that Billy's spending most of his time running away and hiding. It's not exactly super hero behaviour, but it's better than getting eaten.

Still, one thing he is good at is finding stuff that's easy to cook, so he's wandering over to Tommy with a bowl of steaming broth.]

Hey, food's done.

[dickmoves]

[ He can't go fast. He can't tear through the streets and leave a streak black in his wake. When these zombies come, he can't just grab the twerp or vibrate fast enough to make them explode. It sucks. He's drumming his fingers rapidly against the cracked table, bouncing his leg to the shaky tune of Highway to Hell and leaning back every so often to check the windows, the door, anything that could be a possible entrance for the undead. ]

What? [ Wha- oh. ] Okay. Cool. I'm not hungry.

[selfhelp]

[Billy watches his twin for a moment, inwardly sighing; he can understand Tommy's frustration, because he's feeling it just as much. Being helpless is not something he'd ever wanted to experience again since gaining his powers. He'd felt it too often in school.

He nudges the extra chair out from the table and slides the bowl over to Tommy anyway, reaching out to grab Tommy's hand to make him stop. He doubts the touch will last, but any more of that twitching is going to drive him insane.]

Stop it, you'll just wear yourself out. And I don't care if you say you're not hungry- [Because you are, you liar-] Eat it anyway. We can't waste it.

[dickmoves]

[ He lets the touch linger for a second before brushing it off, grabbing the broth and kicking back. His leg doesn't stop bouncing and he's tapping the spoon against the bowl to the same beat now. ]

Alright mom, don't worry I'm not planning on pouring it out the window. [ It really sucks. This sort of trapped feeling. He checks out the window again, shrugging before shoving a spoonful into his mouth. ]

[selfhelp]

[It's a little surreal, hearing Tommy speak at a normal rate. Then again, there's nothing about this that isn't surreal. Being powerless. Being in a world full of zombies. Being, apparently, fictional.

Billy draws his hand back slowly, staring down at his own soup for a moment before he grabs the spoon. He doesn't speak for a while, letting them both eat in silence. It's hard, finding the words to fill the void, with so much sitting on their shoulders now.]

If I'd known this was going to happen, I wouldn't have slept through all those zombie movies Teddy brought over.

[It's said with a weak, falsely-humourous tone; it hasn't been that long and he's already missing that protective presence over his shoulder.]

[dickmoves]

Aim for the head. Don't get walled in. Check everyone for bites before you let them join and kill the ones that do. It's not hard.

[ It's kill or be killed. ]

[selfhelp]

That doesn't sound much like super hero policy.

[They'll... have to kill people. Zombified, mindless, monster-people, but they'd been people once. And Avengers don't kill.

This whole thing just feels wrong.]

[dickmoves]

In case you haven't noticed, we're not exactly super any more. [ He stops bouncing his leg, tapping his spoon against his teeth instead. The soup is mostly gone. ]

Hey. You're a nerd. What do you think of this we-are-fictional thing?

[selfhelp]

[Billy scrapes his spoon against the bottom of the bowl, trying in vain to mask his discomfort at the idea.]

I guess... technically it's possible. Our world has real super heroes, but there's still comics about fictional ones like Batman and Superman. With all the potential for alternate realities out there, of course there'd be a world where we're just comic book characters, too.

[He just never figured he'd end up in one.]

[dickmoves]

[ He was hoping you'd say no. He looks visibly disgruntled for a moment, before waving a hand and dropping the spoon.

He really can't sit still. ]

Someone's got a pretty sick mind.

[selfhelp]

[Billy just sighs under his breath, taking a few more sips of the broth. As usual, Tommy's faster than him, but he'd rather just take his time with this- not just the food, but the situation they're dealing with. If they rush in they'll just get themselves hurt, and here, getting hurt means more than just a trip to the hospital or to a healer. He can't cast his spells, and "Speed" isn't so speedy anymore.

Without a little caution they're both screwed. But he's not going to give up, that's for sure.]

We're going to make it out of this somehow. We'll get back home.

[dickmoves]

I don't need the pep talk. We'll just - we'll find some way to get your warlock powers back and jet out of here.

[selfhelp]

Witch, Tommy.

[It's nitpicking, but whatever. Without his powers his backtalking is the only weapon he's got right now. He very much doubts he'll be any help during a zombie invasion.]

I don't get why our powers are even gone. Wouldn't we be more useful if we could fight the zombies the best way we know how?

[dickmoves]

Probably easier to control us this way.

[selfhelp]

I guess. But I don't even know if I could do a teleportation spell that big.

[dickmoves]

I still don't get why out of everyone, they decided to nab me and you.

[selfhelp]

...At least they got us both.

[At least neither of them are alone.]

[dickmoves]

[ there's a slight delay in the attempting-to-be-dismissive ] Whatever. I would've preferred Katie.

[selfhelp]

[...Heh. He'd expected that much.] And I would've preferred Teddy, but we'll have to make do somehow.

[dickmoves]

Wolverine would be pretty cool to have in a zombie apocalypse. That guy would rip everything to shreds.

[selfhelp]

Think he'd be allowed to keep his claws and the adamantium? They're not really powers, but his skeleton isn't exactly natural.

[Super hero discussion, a glimmer of normalcy in a zombie apocalypse. Thank god.]

[dickmoves]

What are they going to do, rip it out?

[selfhelp]

Magneto did.

[Is he supposed to call him "Grandfather" now or something? Because it's a hard thing to swallow.]

[dickmoves]

Sick. [ Except that's kind of cool. ]

[selfhelp]

[Yeah that's totally why you're his favourite. Ugh.]

No kidding. Until we figure out how they nulled our powers, though, we probably won't know what to expect. I mean, you can't just... remove mutant powers, right? It's genetic. So they've gotta be disabled.

[He's hoping. God is he ever hoping.]