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monstertruckers ([personal profile] monstertruckers) wrote in [community profile] memestertrucks2025-05-15 04:31 pm
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MAY TDM




Things are a little stranger than usual at the gas station and garage. Namely that gravity just isn't working as it should. Objects float, pieces of the floor float... Even unlucky new arrivals can also find themselves floating! It's going to be a challenge to get around without any scrapes or scratches... Though at least there's what looks like a hospital nearby? Granted, it's an upside down hospital, but it's better than nothing.

















01: SUMMONING CIRCLE


Drifters come to with an odd floating sensation hooked into their stomachs, and instead of laying on the concrete find themselves drifting a foot or two above the floor. An unfortunate few may be stuck on the ceiling. Whether they crash down hard into the floor (and the various vials, daggers, and broken glass scattered about) or remain floating in the air is a coin toss.

Still, it might be best to lend a hand with pulling them back to the ground, and hoping gravity will work as normal in another breath or two.

Once they make their way out, they can see a gas station and garage located in the midst of strange, floating rocks… And an upside down hospital close by, for those who had a rougher landing.

02: START UP
New arrivals will have a similar experience to before; a Convoy waiting 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 the sort of thing that requires two pairs of hands and supplies. The garage can take care of the (sometimes floating) supplies… Now it’s just a matter of finding some extra hands.

And hopefully no one's vehicle has decided to float. But one can never be sure in a place like this.

03: HUSKS AND HAUNTS
The inverted hospital seems to have trouble deciding the exact formation of its hallways, whether the new arrivals should be walking on the ceiling, floors, or walls. But one thing that is certain: this place isn’t entirely deserted. Warnings of “Beware the Husks” have been spray painted on the walls. Metallic bodies line those same halls, some of them broken open. A wet trail leads from the broken Husks to the rafters… Where several odd monsters wait to drop down. Some look like they’ve merged with the hospital equipment, while others look like they’ve been cobbled together from different body parts. And all of them look ready to turn the newcomers into a corpse, or part of a specimen collection.

Strange, malformed chimeric creatures that are Unknown stalk the hallways. Unknowns come in three different colors, red aligned with fire, green with poison, and purple with lightning.

Adding to that are the various screens flickering on, and diagnose new arrivals as infected. The screens declare the infection seems to be contained, but requires further study… And if the monsters aren't enough to worry about, there’s also the restraint systems trying to activate and tie the new arrivals down.
04: TESTING (CW: Needles)
The deeper someone plunges into the hospital, the more the building reacts to them. More defenses are deployed, treating them as thieves or intruders. Traps and monsters alike wait for them, with syringes melded into the forms of attackers, or lining places where someone might step or reach for. The syringes make a quick bite on skin… But it’s only a few minutes later where the effects become clear. Something in those syringes is now in the blood and forcing monster transformations. There might be an antidote amongst the supplies… Or the newcomers might need to rely on each other, in order to stay anchored.

The needles can also force temporary Swarm traits, along with:
+Group Mind: compelled to link thoughts with other Drifters, to share emotions, memories, and achieve cohesion.
+An increasing reliance on telepathy/empathy/etc in place of speech.
+Increasing collectivist mindset. The needs of the many outweigh the needs of the few; this becomes more evident during high stress situations.
+Compelled to hunt and share their prey with others.
+Gravity Affinity: If possessing wings or the ability to wall climb, may freely hunt/traverse corrupted gravity areas.
05: LONG WAY DOWN
A portion of the gas station breaks away with groan and a rumble. And it is slowly pulled up and up, taking a portion of new comers with it! They (and anyone watching) will need to act fast, as gravity starts to go weird the further they rise. They’ll need to find a way back down, taking any supplies from the now-floating garage that they can grab.

What’s more, they are drifting closer to the broken moon, and that seems to be having a strange effect on those stranded on the new floating ruin. They may start to feel their control fray, and their forms shift, the higher they rise.

In terms of getting back down, there’s a handful of tow lines in the ruin that might work as ropes. There’s also a few pieces of rock that are floating up more slowly, and could work as stairs back down… Or there’s just jumping and falling fifty feet and hoping for the best.
06: PSYCHIC ECHOES
There's one last quirk to this area; a few scattered bits of odd plantlife, and the odd dead brain monster. While these things aren't a threat on their own (beyond being unnerving) they still pack a psychic punch; mainly in the form of temporary psychic abilities.

It's possible that after coming in contact with either plants or corpses, newcomers will find themselves gifted with either empathy (projecting or receiving emotions) telepathy, OR the ability to share their dreams with others, and having their dreams influenced by others in turn. This effect fades in just a day or so, but is still capable of causing mishaps.

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.

Broadcast: The garage contains a few burnt out monitors. But a handful of them are playing a message over and over again on loop, filled with static. It’s a recording of important looking people in lab coats advising people to remain indoors and avoiding all objects falling from the sky. Especially “moon shards.” They insist that they are working to contain and cure the infection, but the safest action is to remain inside.

Warped Air: As seen in Long Way Down, the air overhead has strange warped pockets in it. There seem to be slightly different shards hanging suspended in the air, looking more silvery than the surrounding rocks. Almost like it could have fallen from the broken moon overhead.

Medical supplies: Most of the medical supplies found in the hospital seem to consist of healing salves and potions, a handful of healing herbs, and a few antidotes for poison or sickness. As for reverting transformations… It’s advised that new comers be careful of taking any experimental medicine. It may revert a change. It may also leave them hallucinating nightmares and fears, and they’ll be wanting someone close by to help administer the drug.

NAVIGATION || RESERVES || APPLICATIONS













warneverchanged: (7)

[personal profile] warneverchanged 2025-05-21 11:29 pm (UTC)(link)
She snorts at that point, nodding thanks for the spot as she brushes off her clothes. Thinking for a moment, she points towards the station and garages.

"We might be able to find something in there. There was a bunch of junk I saw when I was on the ceiling." She's talking like it wasn't anything, to find herself stuck to the ceiling. "Then we start stripping cars?"
iron_stomach: (pic#17860757)

SSSSSSSSSSSS

[personal profile] iron_stomach 2025-05-21 11:29 pm (UTC)(link)
Red is not as bad as SOME colors (looking at you, blue and yellow) but it's not the right color and thus offends him on principle.

Like Vincent, for example. Vincent offends him on principle, wearing crimson like a goddamn flag. The glare the ex-Turk is given as Heat stalks back to his vehicle with his newest bit of salvaged orange, could wither a cactus.

It's like Vincent breathing the same AIR he is, is somehow deeply obnoxious. "Move." It's not that the gunman is in his way. It's that Heat's going to alter his trajectory to force him to anyway. Goddamn uppity Maribel.
coffinturk: (Vincent-eh-eyes)

[personal profile] coffinturk 2025-05-21 11:40 pm (UTC)(link)
Definitely a theme. And absolutely the owner. Vincent recognizes the ploy even if he isn't certain what he's done to earn his fellow Drifter's ire. Could he guess about the issue with color? Maybe. Also depends on just how much red is left visible at this point.

He doesn't budge. At least not until the last absolute moment a collision might have been possible before he simply snakes to the side as if it were happenstance that he did; seeking another angle to observe. Heat will have to put some effort in if he wants to engage in a shoulder collision for this impudence.

Watch how that red cloak just billows in the air in his wake. This, actually, is an unintended side effect. That sort of thing just happens with Vincent.

"No paint?"

facethefacts: im worried the baby thinks people cant change (i used to be a piece of shit though)

[personal profile] facethefacts 2025-05-21 11:50 pm (UTC)(link)
"Yeah, alright... but that doesn't help us with towing the old girl."

He follows anyway, because there isn't a whole lot of other options right now and it does sound like the best place to find what he needs. If no chain, a strong rope might work... but it'd be better if it were reinforced.

"Are you on the hunt for something specific? Or do you just have an itch to start stock-piling junk for settlement building?"
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[personal profile] iron_stomach 2025-05-21 11:52 pm (UTC)(link)
He doesn't go out of his way to deliberately collide when Vincent's already given way, his point's been made. The gray cloak he wears is branded in the back, a vibrant orange x slashed across it. The cloak hides much, but aside from his hair and matching eyes, it's the only real color on him, eyecatching even from a distance.

The newly claimed seat cushion is tossed with the small pile of growing objects he intends to put to use obscuring as much of the red as he can. But when Vincent speaks up, the glare returns, shot over one shoulder. "Do you see paint around here? I sure as hell didn't."

Paint WOULD work much nicer, but there's a reason he'd made do with a crappy tarp barely the right shade. He also hasn't thoroughly searched through the area, so MAYBE something more appropriate is around.
wasteland_101: (Default)

Summoning circle

[personal profile] wasteland_101 2025-05-22 12:03 am (UTC)(link)
[Hearing someone talk, Angel's decided to go take a look. She's looking a bit worse for wear, a few inches taller (not that Nora would know), hair looking rather wild, claws, all the fun stuff of becoming a werewolf.

She steps in, looking around before offering a clawed hand to the newcomer.
]

I'd say welcome to Hell, but this isn't Vault 101.
coffinturk: (Vincent-eh-eyes)

[personal profile] coffinturk 2025-05-22 12:04 am (UTC)(link)
It's a fair question and probably means Vincent's question was a dry observation of the obsession rather than an actual, genuine suggestion.

"No." But it'll still be answered as though it were a serious question. The man sounds very indifferent and not just to Heat's tone. Speaking of, Vincent's attention has shifted from the vehicle to study the newcomer.

"Be careful around plants when you search. Especially the ones with colorful gasses."
wasteland_101: (Consider this...)

Make Yourself at Home

[personal profile] wasteland_101 2025-05-22 12:09 am (UTC)(link)
"Yeah, but it's missing something," she said as she joined him in firing at whatever that thing was.

"Maybe it's the constant crackle of my Geiger counter," She said with a grin that had teeth that were a bit too sharp for someone that grew up in a vault.

"You all right?" She asked, looking him over. Not like someone who wanted to hurt him, but someone who actually cared about the well being of others.
iron_stomach: (pic#17860752)

[personal profile] iron_stomach 2025-05-22 12:16 am (UTC)(link)
Now, Heat has a reasonable idea of what a plant is. He's seen some nearby, and knew at least he shouldn't eat them or mess with the ones covered in spikes, but nothing at all in his fragmented knowledge suggested plants had gasses.

Why would he be searching plants for paint? Did plants have paint? Is that where it comes from in Nirvana? That sounded stupid, but a lot of things that happened in Nirvana might be stupid, and when he turns to address Vincent directly, he ... still seems offended by his presence alone. "What are you talking about? What gasses?"
facethefacts: i can just go get a new face tomorrow (bullet goes here)

[personal profile] facethefacts 2025-05-22 12:31 am (UTC)(link)
Look, help is never going to be turned down when ammo is getting so dangerously low. Sharp teeth or not, company is more than welcomed.

Deacon scoffs, then checks his chest with an open palm, trying to see if there's a hole there that he wasn't aware of, but he seems to be intact.

"Me? Never been better. Cue the big dance number before I get cold feet."
coffinturk: (67)

[personal profile] coffinturk 2025-05-22 12:38 am (UTC)(link)
Plants are totally a great source for many pigments! Vincent isn't going to recommend this because setting aside trivia level knowledge, he wouldn't know how to extract it or if there's any plants of that type around.

...Also oranges tend to come from mixing yellow and red pigments which are often from bugs and only the occasional... um, anyway!

"A gaslight, maybe. They're all around. Touch them, and you could find yourself experiencing visions. Hearing the thoughts of others."

Vincent has been suffering at least one of those; probably not the thoughts one.

It's the touch and have visions about an object. This is also why he's avoiding direct contact with anything right now.
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Merribelle Clemont || Original || Elemental

[personal profile] elementsofabounty 2025-05-22 12:39 am (UTC)(link)
Summoning Circle

What in tarnation....

[The words were out of her mouth a second before she hit the floor. Loud swearing could be heard as she landed hard on her rifle which had been slung across her back. She sat up with a groan and pulled the weapon off to check it. No cracks in the stock or the barrel. Good.]

What in the hell is goin' on here?

[She's seen summoning circles before, but not like this. And she's never been summoned by one.]

Giddyap

[Marribelle is just going to carefully walk around the cars. She looks so confused. She's never seen anything like these things before. She eventually finds her way around to the edge of the vehicles to find what appeared to be a strange looking horse. She stepped closer to it and gently reached out to pet it's nose.

What she didn't expect was for its eyes to suddenly light up and ears to swivel around.
]

Easy there, fella. I ain't here ta hurt ya.

[She was surprised that it didn't try to bite her or something like that.]

Husks and Haunts

[Marribelle has no idea what kind of hospital this is, but she doesn't like it. Nothing around here is like what she's used to seeing and she's starting to wonder if she's actually gone insane. Gotta love questioning your own sanity in a strange place.

She peers into a room. She's not sure what she's going to see or find, but she's got a grip on a revolver that looks a lot like the rifle on her back. Hearing movement behind her, she spins, drawing the revolver.
]

Wildcard

Wanna do something else? Hit me.

Marribelle is an old west bounty hunter that uses elemental magic that she infuses her bullets with. Still trying to figure out her main element.
Edited 2025-05-22 00:40 (UTC)
wasteland_101: (Consider this...)

[personal profile] wasteland_101 2025-05-22 12:44 am (UTC)(link)
Now that got a laugh out of the woman. "I don't plan on dancing. Never been one for performance."

She looked over his gun for a moment. It wasn't something that she remembered seeing in the Capital Wasteland before. "Don't recognize that kind of gun. What ammo does it take?"

If they could get out of this hospital, she had a nice stash of ammo back at her truck.
thetatters: human!. (do you think I'd give up)

[personal profile] thetatters 2025-05-22 01:21 am (UTC)(link)
In John's experience, when something with too many mouths starts making threats, it's past time for Arthur to start running. This time, he has no one to blame but himself.

Without shame or hesitation, he turns and runs like hell.
undyingcrow: (steepled fingers)

[personal profile] undyingcrow 2025-05-22 01:23 am (UTC)(link)
Akechi takes a moment to process Ren's words. Someone willing to fight for him. Specifically him.

It's... a lot, really. A far cry from the shallow adoration he got from his fans. Something more genuine.

Taking a slow, silent breath, he rises from his place at the bar and turns toward the door. "I should hope so."

Once he leaves through that door, he wakes up in his cramped Convoy bunk, made all the more irritating thanks to his newly grown tail.

But no matter. He has work to do, so once he shakes off his sleepiness, he heads out to track Ren's scent.

...

Ren's... scent. Fuck's sake. What is he, a dog?
iron_stomach: (nom)

[personal profile] iron_stomach 2025-05-22 01:26 am (UTC)(link)
Heat doesn't need new monstrous instincts to know what to do about fleeing prey. He'd never fought Agni's compulsions before and wasn't about to start now, lurching after John with a horrendous sound that's half roar and half laughter.

So much for the rise of Mick's replacement. "Don't run! Why die tired?!" Agni's abilities lay in strength and endurance, not raw speed, so John does have a chance of outrunning him, but for how long?
phantomshow: (we are the youth)

[personal profile] phantomshow 2025-05-22 02:38 am (UTC)(link)
It takes Ren longer than he’d like to pull himself together after he wakes from the dream, eyelashes damp and heart aching but smiling widely and still so full of love. That dream was so cathartic, and he’s overwhelmed by it all - the confessions, the realizations, the release of so many secrets he’s kept locked away inside of himself for so long. He laughs - he really is a fool.

He fell asleep in his van, passed right out on one of the bench seats, barely remembered to pull off his glasses and stash them somewhere safe before he lost consciousness. What had he been doing before then? Why hadn’t he found Akechi first? Ren can’t remember. Maybe it’s not important. It’s definitely not as important as finding Akechi now.

He doesn’t bother looking for his glasses before exiting the van - they’ve been his everyday world mask for so long, and he doesn’t need that separation right now. Doesn’t want that separation between himself and Akechi right now, not when he’s just pulled himself so thoroughly apart to show the other boy his heart and his soul. He wants to keep letting Akechi in, not keep him even a little bit out.

So no glasses. Just sliding out of the driver’s side door of the van and leaning back against the dusty metal body. Closing his eyes and sending the tendrils of his mind out to wander, searching for a familiar presence.

I’m here.
undyingcrow: (wtf)

[personal profile] undyingcrow 2025-05-22 02:57 am (UTC)(link)
A shadow passes overhead. Moments later, there's a soft thud as Akechi swoops down in front of Ren... who's just standing there, leaning against his vehicle, but very much there.

Akechi grunts out a whisper of a laugh, incredulous. "It appears that I'm the victor."

Though perhaps Ren wasn't trying especially hard.
bufudine: (Default)

[personal profile] bufudine 2025-05-22 03:22 am (UTC)(link)
Heat slots back into his usual place when they fight together and it's a relief, like something that had been missing all this time has finally been found. Above all else, it feels right.

Which makes him wonder... had he gotten through to Heat in his last moments?

"Here." Which isn't really much of an explanation, but it's true beyond just this building. He's spent a frankly extremely long time in this world.

Between the two of them, the Unknown doesn't stand a chance. And it feels right, too, to once again be openly devouring with another at his side.

But when Serph reverts after eating, it's apparent that something is very different. With 6 wings, feathers and both glowing hair and eyes, his human form can no longer truly be called that. He doesn't wear any clothing from the Junkyard anymore, instead wearing slacks and sandals with a halter top of checkered blue. The typical streak of orange is completely missing, though the tips of his wings carry the colour of his tribe.
phantomshow: (we'll make it up for you)

[personal profile] phantomshow 2025-05-22 03:46 am (UTC)(link)
It’s true, Ren wasn’t trying to win this one. Reuniting with Akechi is the real prize, after all - who found the other first isn’t as important to him as the two of them simply finding each other. Ren opens his eyes and looks up, barely restraining a delighted smile.

“Long time no see.”

Is he going to keep making that same joke? Possibly. He nods, acknowledging Akechi’s statement.

“You won. Guess I owe you a prize.”
Edited 2025-05-22 13:13 (UTC)
facethefacts: looks better on me anyway (mad max called he wants his wig back)

[personal profile] facethefacts 2025-05-22 04:20 am (UTC)(link)
"Never gave anyone the ole razzle dazzle?" he asks, then pulls a single bullet from his ammo pouch to use as an example and tosses it her way. "These-- .38's. I could trade you some smokes if you have any. Otherwise I'll just have to improvise."

While he gives the stranger the chance to examine it, he moves across the room to search for anything useful; specifically medical supplies, since its unlikely he'll find anything in the way of ammo. There's a minor dance-like quality in each step he takes, but it's casual, just a bit of fun to keep the vibes light.
wereperrito: (thinking)

[personal profile] wereperrito 2025-05-22 04:37 am (UTC)(link)
"I'm sorry, but I don't know what a Maribel is," Jack admits. "I mean, I used to know someone named Maribel, many years ago? But I do not think that is what you mean."

He moves restlessly as he speaks, hands gesturing just a little to emphasize his words, tails constantly twitching and wagging behind him. He does not, in fact, look like he's planning to fight.
mytearsaremine: (dubious)

[personal profile] mytearsaremine 2025-05-22 04:56 am (UTC)(link)
Jolie doesn't leave him behind, but she does check her speed when she realizes he's not keeping up, looking back to make sure he's still behind her, and slowing when he finally gives up the ghost.

"We should get you out of here," she says instead, sounding more grown-up than fourteen years in that moment, standing beside him as he pants. "There's always more monsters or more of those machine things that try to catch you."
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[personal profile] cantgetoverit 2025-05-22 05:32 am (UTC)(link)
[Maggie lands as he does, knees bent slightly in anticipation of absorbing the shock. She nudges an old discarded bottle clear of them with her foot, maintaining her grip on his hands.]

Yeah. I'm down too.

[A slight, one shouldered shrug follows. It's understandable to be disillusioned with fighting - she can only imagine the horrors he's seen.]

Times are different now, I guess. Every time I've had to fight, it's always been to protect myself. Or the people, or places, I've cared about. I've never fought for someone else's cause, it's always been my own.
serialmurderbot: (this is stupid)

[personal profile] serialmurderbot 2025-05-22 06:10 am (UTC)(link)
Fine.

[It reacts awkwardly to that, lingering uncomfortably its few steps into the room before it finally comes over to the door to join her in ensuring that the door remains closed behind them, carefully avoiding contact as it examines the door handle for ways to break it off and prevent further break-through.

The buzzing still lingers in the layers of its voice, and up close the mask doesn't lay quite flat against its jaw the way it ought.]


This is why no one should go into buildings full of potential hostiles alone.

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