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monstertruckers ([personal profile] monstertruckers) wrote in [community profile] memestertrucks2025-03-15 03:07 pm
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MARCH TDM




After tumbling through shadow you find yourself in a shrouded, ruined garage. It’s full of shattered windows and broken mechanical equipment, with all sorts of sharp edges to watch out for. Between that are strange symbols scrawled into the ground. Outside is cloudy weather and the beginnings of a storm flickering and rumbling.

Beyond the rundown garage is a rundown gas station surrounded by rolling, grassy hills. Close by is a Convoy of vehicles, either parked or driving up to station.


















01: SUMMONING CIRCLE


This time the summoning circle and car garage is attached to retro diner, and an old wind turbine, barely still spinning and providing fading power. There’s also a broken radio playing a message about Nirvana and imploring people to head north. In fact, there’s a large amount of broken electric equipment in here and spitting sparks.

A fan circles overhead, stirring those sparks and creating a breeze. Trails of paper are attached to the fan, spinning lazily about. If Drifters choose, they can easily retrieve those paper talismans with little more than a slight static shock. While the paper is tattered and smeared with ink and blood, the following can be made out: “Broken in two […] Nothing to lose-“ “Moon mourns, call her down, ease her pain-“ “Need […] Better vessels from afar. Stronger souls-“ “Imbue with moon sigils, Give blessings of moon, share her pain. Put the ritual right.”

Hard to say what that all means, but it seems to have something to do with the summoning circle here. And there’s lingering power crackling through the building. The sort that makes the lights flash and flicker… And line up eerily with flashes of thunder on the horizon.
02: START UP
New arrivals will have a similar experience to before; a Convoy waiting outside for them, and a collection of vehicles, one of which feels like it belongs to them. The key to the vehicle may already be in the ignition, on the dashboard… It may have even been on their person, ever since they woke up in that garage. Either way, Drifters have the keys to the vehicle now.

…But there’s a few rough edges on these vehicles. Flat tires, cracked windows and mirrors, maybe some stuck doors and locks; all of them requires two pairs of hands and supplies. The garage can take care of the supplies… Now it’s just a matter of finding some extra hands.


03: STORM WARNING
There’s something odd in the sky; it shifts between a dark cloud, and a collection of birds. As the thing draws closer, it clearly becomes a mix of both. Car-sized, dark feathered birds and skeletal avians fly in a thundering flock, and turn the sky stormy in their wake. That alone is bad… But what’s worse is how the shiny chrome of the Convoy and vehicles draws the birds. As they dive towards the ground to snatch at the shiny metal, they pull the storm and bring a tornado with them. The Convoy does its best to anchor to the ground, but lighter vehicles and Drifters might not be so lucky.

The garage and diner takes it worst of all: the electric devices start spitting sparks and can even act as homing beacons for lightning strikes if a Drifter with electric abilities gets too close to them. Any remaining, intact windows shatter as the storm winds pick up, pelting Drifters with razor shards. And water starts pouring in, further shorting electric equipment and soaking anyone to the bone. There’s even a strange droning, siren like noise to warn about the storm and cut into one’s hearing. It’s difficult conditions for anyone caught up in the blow-out.



04: WEATHERING
Once the main force of the storm hits, the following happens:
Diversion: Those with Fast cars can drive away from the station and divert the birds. They’ll want a second Drifter to come along; either to snipe at the pursuing birds, or keep eyes on the terrain! Eventually the birds will tire or get culled enough that the storm disperses.
Updraft: There is the risk of getting swept up in the tornado winds. Damage, injuries… And a particular quirk this storm has. Drifters who spend more than a minute in the storm winds will find that they begin to take on traits from the Harpy monster. These traits increase in potency if the Drifter experiences hunger or violence. As the weather clears and days become calmer, the traits fade.
Downburst: If Drifters get slammed into the ground by the storm, or the dark birds flying about. They may also find themselves drenched with rain. Any injury they take mends quickly, but is replaced with scales, as the Drifters begin to resemble a Naga monster. These changes grow worse if they tell lies, but disperse with the storm.
BIRDS: The birds themselves are vicious: those afflicted with Naga traits are seen as prey, while Harpies are seen as rivals. The birds are deadly, but also clumsy if forced to the ground. The screens on the Convoy recommend crippling the wings before finishing the bird off on the ground.
04: MONSTER SHIFT, NAGA
This month, Drifters will have access to the serpentine Naga. On top of all Naga species traits being available, the following occurs:
+Cold Blooded: the rain and storms can potentially make Naga slow and sluggish, or inclined to sleep or seek out other heat sources to gain energy; this includes basking in body heat from others!
+Water Divert: With their water shaping, Naga can divert falling rain and even ground saturation to make the area or other Drifters more dry. They can also concentrate water into different areas, and can also change water into mist or ice.
+Blue shift: the scales of Naga become more vibrantly blue, or a strange mottled combination of blue and stormy gray, the more intense the rains become. These scale colors can also reflect their moods.
+Extra arms that are painful and disorienting to grow, and can result in coordination issues.
+Scale Pains: Pain and discomfort when scales grow in, as well as fangs or talons!
+Water glide: during floods from the rains, Naga find they can easily traverse deep water as though they were simply walking (or slithering) across it.
+Thermal vision, making it easy to track others in the middle of storms. Vision may also become disorienting, and eyes become slitted.
04: MONSTER SHIFT, HARPY
The storm will bring a second monster this month, in the form of Harpy. On top of all Harpy species traits being active, the following occurs:
+Storm Rider: high agility and capable of flying through the storm winds without hindrance. Even tornadoes can be mastered!
+Feather pains: itching, or full pain when growing feathers or wings. Talons may also be painful when growing from fingers or from feet.
+Wind Affinity: able to shape wind, including diverting the worst of the storm winds, or summon and focus wind into razors.
+Warbling Voice: words may waver and slip into something more songlike, or even a damaging sonic scream if emotions are heightened.
+Height Call: a need to get higher into the air, whether through perching on buildings or the convoy, or through flight. A sense of euphoria as they go higher.
+Nest Building: a compulsion to create a nest out of spare and soft objects, and feeling more safe inside that space.
+Heightened vision like a bird of prey, able to pick out details even at great distance. This may be disorienting at first, as vision becomes telescopic.
05: RAIN, SHINE, OR SALVAGE
Upon culling enough birds, the storm disperses. The monster avians dissolve as they drop into streams of energy, feeding into Drifter Sigils and providing limited healing. And handful remain intact when they hit the ground and can be harvested for meat, feathers, and possibly even talons.

There is one extra problem, in the form of falling debris. After being pulled up into the sky, wreckage (and possibly stray Drifters) are going to drop back down. It’s advised to look out for falling objects and people. It might be possible to salvage something in the form of scrap metal for any vehicle repairs, but such a task requires two.



06: STORM SHOT
The storm can be dispersed in one of two ways. One is waiting the storm out. The second is a battered collection of machines melted into the roof of the garage and gas station. When touched they burn the hands of Drifters, but also fire a jolt of lightning into the storm. One shot lessens the effects of the storm, repeated shots completely disperses the weather.

In the aftermath of the storm, something different rains from the sky in the form of glowing, quicksilver feathers. These feathers can suppress one avian or serpentine trait for a month, and can also drain away any Naga or Harpy changes from the event completely.

Alternately, the feathers will allow Drifters to temporarily access flight for one day. Doing so completely robs the feather of its magic: only one effect can be chosen from a feather.
MICRO ENCOUNTERS:

PLEASE NOTE! These are small bits of set dressing for players to include in threads if they wish, rather than full fledged prompts or events. You may handwave your exploration of these areas, or thread them out.

Windy Days: Preceding the storm are gales of strong winds, enough to stagger Drifters or send them staggering into other people or other vehicles.

Diner Is Served: While the retro diner attached to the garage has only limited food stores, curiously there is a respectable amount of cooking equipment that can be plundered. Portable stoves, pots and pans, spoons, and the like are all available for the taking.

Fading Storm: In the aftermath of the storm, the garage and diner look like they’re on their last legs, barely held up by their shelving. Anyone who wants to try salvaging had better move fast and carefully, before the entire thing comes crashing down.


NAVIGATION || RESERVES || APPLICATIONS











scarsolderthanyou: (Default)

Stone | Books of the Raksura | New character

[personal profile] scarsolderthanyou 2025-03-17 02:49 am (UTC)(link)
I. Arrival

Stone picks himself up with a frown. He remembers falling asleep in the upper branches of the colony tree, and not in this form either. This is not a thing he's ever seen.

His lip curls, revealing sharper teeth than your typical human. He's taller than average, well over six feet, almost approaching seven. He's barefooted, with the bottoms of his feet looking hard or almost scaled, and his skin is a colorless gray all over, even inside his mouth. Even the tongue that flicks out, lizard-like, to taste the air. He looks old, but more in a weathered than delicate sort of way, and one blue eye is clouded over as if blind.

"What Fell nonsense is this, now," he growls, and the growl makes the nearby table of broken tools and parts vibrate a little.


II. What is a "car"?

None of this is remotely familiar to Stone. He's from a fairly primitive hunting-farming society, and he's taken a trip once or twice on a flying boats, but that's the extent of his understanding of vehicles that aren't animal-drawn carts.

He circles the convoy and the collection of cars with a confused but curious expression on his craggy face. "If someone wants to explain these things to me, I'd be happy to listen," he asks the nearest groundling, which might as well be you!


III. Storm-forms

The storm hits and Stone clings to the ground with hands and feet, staring into the tornado of wind, dust, and angry birds.

Then he changes. He's not changing like any of the other Drifters, there's no pain or expanding body parts. One moment he's a gray-skinned man, then there's a blur, and then there's a faded black dragon with a fifty-foot wide wingspan crouching against the wind, claws dug deep into the earth and heavily spined tail lashing. His wings look like overlapping scales, like giant feathers, and his body looks mostly humanoid, if just much, much bigger.

And then there's a faded black dragon winging around the tornado plucking people, smaller vehicles, and birds out of the air to deposit down on the ground or bite into as if they were snacks, as appropriate.


IV. Lingering Changes

The black dragon lands when the wind dies down, and changes back into the gray-skinned man. Except his wings remain. He stares over his shoulder at them in consternation. "That's not supposed to happen," he says to nobody in particular.
constantvrunning: (Confused)

IV

[personal profile] constantvrunning 2025-03-17 09:36 pm (UTC)(link)
The lack of - dangerous, threatening, possibly actually frightening - wind prompts V to re-emerge from the Convoy. Repairs to their own car are needed, but they'll have to wait.

"How is that so, exactly? Something like it has happened to many of us thus far, but the changes have all been different. Unique."

Everyone ending up faced with a personal kind of strangeness. Unstretched and even untransformed as they are, V is tiny next to stone. What could be confusing him about those wings?
scarsolderthanyou: (curious)

Re: IV

[personal profile] scarsolderthanyou 2025-03-18 01:59 am (UTC)(link)
Stone looks over his shoulder at the... boy? Groundling of some sort, at least. "I've shapechanged more times in my life than I can count, and I know what it's supposed to be like," he answers, somewhere between irritated and carefully patient with an unfamiliar fledgling. "I go from the winged form to the groundling form, and there is not any in between parts. I am not a queen to have scales still like this."

It's kind of disturbing to think about, really.
constantvrunning: (Confused)

Re: IV

[personal profile] constantvrunning 2025-03-18 10:37 pm (UTC)(link)
"I have the ability to change my limb dimensions, normally, among other things," V offered in turn.

"Upon arrival here, I gained two additional forms, both very furred and feline in nature, much larger than my usual shape. Finding the forms themselves strange is... part of the package, you could say."

They sigh, trying not to stare back too much with how Stone is looking at them.

"The moon has... some sort of innate manipulative force, such that the weather itself here can cause further changes. The moon shattered, and those shards are likely how the influence got there," they add.

They want to be helpful, as uncertain as they are about how to approach this winged giant of a person. ... Also, asking what a queen is, or rather what Stone means by one, can come later.
scarsolderthanyou: (nope)

Re: IV

[personal profile] scarsolderthanyou 2025-03-19 01:55 am (UTC)(link)
He's not that giant... not really... only somewhere between six and a half and seven feet tall. Okay, he's still really tall, but at least he's not the full-sized monster he'd been during the storm. If he were in his dragon form, he wouldn't be talking right now. He can only growl and grumble like that.

He looks up at the broken moon, then back at V. He's starting to get the idea he might not be in the Three Worlds anymore. Even the crazy things he's seen don't include the moons broken into pieces. Or, in fact, there only being one moon of that size.

"You're shitting me," he says flatly. "A moon has magic?"
constantvrunning: (Exasperated)

Re: IV

[personal profile] constantvrunning 2025-03-19 11:40 pm (UTC)(link)
"The world I am from would call it 'exotic forces' - but conventionally, there is not much difference between the words."

Said with a sigh; they've had this kind of trouble before.

"... I am not sure if the exotic forces of my world reached that Earth's Moon or not, but preliminary investigations seem to indicate whatever happened here started with this world's Moon, then came down to the planet. And everyone on it. And now people from other worlds are being kidnapped into it."
scarsolderthanyou: (skeptical)

Re: IV

[personal profile] scarsolderthanyou 2025-03-20 02:08 am (UTC)(link)
Worlds. Worlds plural. The Three Worlds is, technically, only one, and Stone knows it, they just call it three for the three places intelligent species live: earth, sea, and sky. This is something entirely different.

He rubs the palm of one hand at his temple with a low growl, deep in his throat, because being confused makes him irritated. "And this is not your world, either. Where are you from?"

Probably not the Three Worlds. He smells all wrong.
constantvrunning: (Suspicion)

Re: IV

[personal profile] constantvrunning 2025-03-21 10:43 pm (UTC)(link)
"The planet I am from is called Earth; that appears to be the case for several others. The continent I am from is called Tamaris, and that name hasn't come up elsewhere as of yet."

V can relate to the underlying tones of frustration, here.

"It had forests, and mountains, and was surrounded on most sides by the sea. It holds many mixed peoples, some of which could have mistaken this world for their own."

But not too many of those would have survived here, V feels.
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Re: IV

[personal profile] scarsolderthanyou 2025-03-24 02:45 am (UTC)(link)
"I know what a forest is, and a mountain, and a sea," Stone agrees. "I don't know about Earth or Tamaris. I'm from the Reaches in the Three Worlds. Which is very obviously not here." With the idea of other whole worlds out there, he is no longer even considering that this might be some strange place made by the forerunners or their contemporaries. It doesn't smell right. None of the writing is right. Sure, the ancients had technology nobody understood, but it didn't look like this.
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Re: IV

[personal profile] constantvrunning 2025-03-24 09:23 pm (UTC)(link)
V nods in acknowledgement; "'The Reaches' isn't a world or place I have heard of, either, so. Likewise. We're not entirely sure how big this world is, yet. All we know is that we're being guided north, to a place called 'Nirvana.'"

With a subtle head tilt, they indicate where the garage is.

"Information hasn't been very substantial, as of yet. It is frustrating for us all."
scarsolderthanyou: (thinking)

Re: IV

[personal profile] scarsolderthanyou 2025-03-26 01:51 am (UTC)(link)
Stone makes a rumbling noise, which seems like it would be more at home in his other form, even if he's not in it right now. "And do you trust these people guiding us north?" he asks. "What have they said that makes you want to go with them?"
constantvrunning: (Side-Eye Time)

Re: IV

[personal profile] constantvrunning 2025-03-26 10:09 pm (UTC)(link)
V shakes their head. "There are no people to guide us - only these vehicles and recordings. If we had enough resources to deviate from the route, and a detailed map, independent exploration could well prove more fruitful... but as far as we know, the majority of the inhabitants of this world are either uncommunicative monsters, hidden away, or dead."

It's not a matter of trust, for better and worse.