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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













cantgetoverit: (pic#17835509)

[personal profile] cantgetoverit 2025-05-25 10:01 pm (UTC)(link)
You, too.

[She pauses as he does, giving him space to digest the idea that she is from a future over a full century beyond his.

She never would have thought it was possible either to find herself somewhere that is so clearly not where either one of them are supposed to be, having a discussion with someone from a completely different period in time. If she didn't know better, she would suspect it's just a dream, and she'll wake up soon.]


I know, it sounds insane. But yeah. That far in the future.
Edited 2025-05-27 01:32 (UTC)
phantomshow: (in the year 2000)

[personal profile] phantomshow 2025-05-26 02:11 am (UTC)(link)
Ren nods again. It’s an adjustment to only have Arsène and not any of the other dozen Personas he’s used to carrying, but he’ll manage. Arsène may not have the same variety of skills as others, but he was the first to give Ren his power, so there’s a special connection between them.

Ren scans the hallways up ahead. Neither path in the intersection seems better than the other, so he’ll confer with his comrade.

“Should we go left or right?”
guidemyway: (Volume9-Ruby-9)

[personal profile] guidemyway 2025-05-26 02:40 am (UTC)(link)
Ren and Ruby worked in a similar fashion. So it made a little easier for her to slide into the role of needing help, if it would get him to move along.

She keeps one hand on his shoulder, and the other on her weapon as they move along through the hallway.

But and when the light flickers she feels the sudden sensation of terror, and confusion run down her spine. There's an instant where she reacts to it and raises her rifle up and flicks it toward their front, and their back.

But it doesn't take her long to realize she's not fully sure why she's feeling that, and her eyes shift back to Ren briefly.

"C'mon. We're almost somewhere safe."
wasteland_101: (Sarcasm I have it)

[personal profile] wasteland_101 2025-05-26 03:35 am (UTC)(link)
"Not really my thing," she said as she caught the round and looked it over. "I don't have .38s on me right now, but I think I have a few in my truck. All I have on me are 10 mils."

She held the round back out to him. "Been keeping whatever I find to trade with others. You never know what you're going to need in a wasteland, even if it's not the one I know."

She began to look around as well. She only had a couple of stimpaks and didn't want to use them unless things were dire.
serialmurderbot: (huh what)

[personal profile] serialmurderbot 2025-05-26 03:45 am (UTC)(link)
Well, something did happen, just not the usual kind of thing that happens. SecUnit has to take 2.0 additional seconds to sort through the emotional hangover and the sheer 'what the fuck' of whatever just happened to it. It has some suspicions, but - frankly it doesn't want them to be true.

It scans the surroundings, searching for and not finding anything that seems a likely source for the sudden effect to its organics, before cautiously taking another step forward. It doesn't take SecUnit long to catch the way the humans eyes don't fixate on it even when Edward's face turns towards it, and despite the fear and despair, its performance reliability goes up a percentage point just from not being stared at, and so it does Edward the favor of not staring in return.

"Yeah." A pause, as it runs through its archives for a sample of what to say, and decides that its examples are all shit. "You're new." A guess, despite the fact that it says so more as a statement than a question.
wasteland_101: (Consider this...)

[personal profile] wasteland_101 2025-05-26 03:48 am (UTC)(link)
[She helps Nora to her feet.

The doors were never supposed to open. And they did. It's a long story.

[She looks Nora over for a moment.]

Where's 111 at? And I'm Angel.
serialmurderbot: (named murder)

[personal profile] serialmurderbot 2025-05-26 03:59 am (UTC)(link)
[Oh, Maggie doesn't know the half of it. That's because I am a what, but it doesn't say that, because the whole 'murderbot' thing isn't usually conducive for calm humans that it's trying to rescue, and it doesn't want to get stabbed.

... Good thing it didn't hand that one knife back yet.]


They'd better.

What path did you take into this place?
wasteland_101: (Default)

Hunting party

[personal profile] wasteland_101 2025-05-26 04:05 am (UTC)(link)
[Angel's looking scruffier than usual, hair a bit more wild, teeth a bit sharper and hands with nails that look more like claws, but Lancer wouldn't know that. She just looked like she had been through hell...or a wasteland or two.

She had a rifle in her hands, a bit much for something like this, but the last time she came in here she just had her pistol and that wasn't quite enough. She kept the barrel of the rifle pointed at the ground as she looked him over.

She let out a low whistle, impressed with what he was able to do.
]
androidvictoriam: (glancing back)

[personal profile] androidvictoriam 2025-05-26 09:25 am (UTC)(link)
Danse doesn't bother to respond verbally to the smoking question, but the promptness and the heartfelt noise of appreciation with which he accepts the cigarette suggests the affirmative. Smokes aren't easy to come by in this place, and he tries to have enough dignity not to bum them from others too often, but if Deacon's offering before he can ask, he won't argue.

(He can pay Deacon back if they ever get home, he supposes. Nora owes him a whole damn carton of Grey Tortoises, if she's inherited the ones that used to be on his desk along with the rest of his worldly possessions on the Prydwen. There's no sense thinking too hard about any of that here.)

Deacon's plans for the noble Wienermobile get a sharp side-eye, because 'safehouse' is precisely the kind of terminology that sets off the mental I should be doing something about this alarms that Danse hasn't yet had time to take the batteries out of. A safehouse for who? he thinks, realizes it's probably clearly audible, decides he doesn't care if it is or not, but doesn't externalize it.

"A weapon rack would be a good thing to prioritize," he concedes, sizing up the space. "Not that the mattress wouldn't be, but the convoy has beds if you don't mind bunking with strangers for a while. You're going to want backup guns first."
bufudine: (come with me :|)

[personal profile] bufudine 2025-05-26 09:26 am (UTC)(link)
It's the same sort of conclusion he came to; the wings represent more targets for injury and therefore he's more vulnerable to attack. The only benefit to them is that his roommates seem to like his wings.

Once Heat has finished examining his wings, Serph folds them back tidily behind him, shaking his head at the question. "You're the only one I've seen since my arrival."

Five months.

Five months of not knowing exactly why Heat turned his claws on him. He'd resigned himself to not knowing the reasons, but the thought had sat in the back of his mind, a seed of undigested emotion that had only grown as somehow his life falls into the same patterns even while in another world.

Now Heat is here and Serph can't even ask him.

"We go to Nirvana." He leaves the implication that they will meet Sera and the others there unsaid. "That hasn't changed."

Even as the words leave his mouth, his gut twists. Something about it feels wrong, and yet strangely familiar. He doesn't believe the rest of the Embryon will be there; they are supposed to be somewhere else. But if he doesn't give Heat a direction, he'll tear apart the world looking for Sera.

And he'd much rather Heat be by his side.
bespotted: (054)

[personal profile] bespotted 2025-05-26 09:31 am (UTC)(link)
[ The closest thing Diarmuid has ever seen to a wasteland is a bloody battlefield, but that's not so far off either is it?

His stance has a nonchalance to it as his gaze moves from the useless remains of the abomination to the rough-looking young woman in front of him, lingering on that rifle a moment too long not to be a clear signal that he recognises the weapon for what it is despite the much more archaic nature of his own. Apathy with the confidence to back it up, if a momentary impression is anything to go by. ]


There are a lot more of these further in. Should I trust you have something to defend yourself with when your bullets run out?

[ A hint of something teasing to the question, but he doesn't sound like he's trying to insult her with it. ]
iron_stomach: (pic#17860761)

[personal profile] iron_stomach 2025-05-26 09:47 am (UTC)(link)
And by the immediate realization and restlessness at Serph not seeing anyone else for five months, he wouldn't have waited long to start looking for her. Serph could at least defend himself, awkward but interesting new additions aside, so could the rest of the tribe .. Sera could not. And even the thought of her out there on her own..

It's disturbing in a way he can't articulate.

Serph could ask, but would he get the answer he wants? He'd turned his claws on his Leader before, but he hadn't intended to kill him. Something changes.

Heat doesn't relax exactly when Serph reiterates their goals, the same one as before - reaching Nirvana. But a little of the sudden apprehension fades by degrees. They were supposed to be there already, and it's easy to come to the conclusion that somehow it's only they that are separated from the rest, and Sera and the others must in fact already be there.

Must be safe. If they weren't, Serph would be in more of a rush, right? "Fine. But this 'convoy' or whatever better not drag its feet." At least they knew where the temple was last time, this place looked ... a lot bigger. "We could probably make better time on our own."
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Kotone Shiomi | Persona 3

[personal profile] xxiis 2025-05-26 10:45 am (UTC)(link)
1. Summoning Circle.

[Kotone holds her head, feeling disoriented from everything that's going on. She remembers returning to the dorm after having a long and difficult battle with Shadows. What she finds the most odd is the fact that she's stuck on the ceiling. How is this even possible? She puffs her cheeks up a bit in frustration and folds her arms in disapproval. ]

This is not good. I'm in a real pinch! I wonder if there's any way to get down safely.

[She looks down apprehensively and thinks about her options. Everything seems dangerous. There's broken glass scattered about, daggers, mysterious items, and other things that look hazardous. She could get a serious injury if she fell from this height. Maybe there's someone nearby that could help. ]

Helloo???? Is anyone there?


2. Husks and Haunts

[After what seemed like an eternity, Kotone finally found herself in an unfamiliar location. It looked like a hospital, but something's not quite right. The ominous warning saying "Beware of the Husks" left Kotone feeling a sense of dread. Her instincts tell her to keep her guard up. The desolate atmosphere reminded her of Tartarus. When she hears the sound of an Unknown monster stalking down the hallway, she makes a run for it. If she sees anyone nearby, she'll tug on their sleeve and urge them to move. ]

We can't stay here! I don't know what's going on, but it can't be anything good. Let's make a run for it!!

[Kotone thinks it would be unwise to rush ahead into battle without fully understanding her situation. She's being cautious until she learns more about the Unknown that lurks in the dark. This isn't her first time encountering a mysterious monster. Despite everything going on, Kotone's still thinking sharply as she tries to navigate the hospital halls.]

Are you alright?

[She stops to check on how the others are doing. There are more people here. Kotone knows that she's not alone.]


3. Wildcard

[Feel free to make up a prompt!]
friendzied: (95)

sorry!! last week was a mess

[personal profile] friendzied 2025-05-26 12:01 pm (UTC)(link)
[ well, a birdman in a tophat obliterating a gross monstrosity with magic ranks up there for weirdest shit she's ever seen. julie stays where she is on the ground, observing, halfway expecting this guy to either keep moving or turn on her next. ]

[ but he offers her a hand instead. julie hesitates for a moment, and then accepts. if he's gonna kill her, there's evidently not much she can do in the face of his... pet? and if he's not, she has nothing to gain by refusing his help. ]


Thank you.

[ there's some dirt that she tries to brush off her shirt, offering up a small, tired smile at the same time. ]

Embarrassed more than hurt, honestly.
friendzied: (163)

[personal profile] friendzied 2025-05-26 12:12 pm (UTC)(link)
[ the ways in which this guy may or may not be human don't necessarily go unnoticed, but it's really not important to her. (when your "coworkers" include the likes of a robot that hates humanity and keeps grafting flesh onto itself, a thing that's some kind of pile of bodies and portal to some kind of nightmare realm, and dracula, it's hard to be surprised by someone who just seems kinda weird.) ]

I'm fine.

[ she says it as she pulls another shard of glass from her arm and tosses it to the ground, voice tight and obviously annoyed. julie makes no effort to hide the knife, nor does she hold it with any immediate intent. as casual as holding a drink or a bag. or it would be, if it wasn't a knife and she wasn't also bleeding all over the place. ]

What's up with this place anyway?
bufudine: (shorty :|)

[personal profile] bufudine 2025-05-26 12:13 pm (UTC)(link)
Serph shakes his head.

"This is larger than the Junkyard." Without knowing where Nirvana is located, it would take them a long time to scout for it, potentially fruitlessly. They don't even know what it looks like in this world. They lack information. "There are threats we can't handle alone."

He doesn't feel the need to elaborate. If Heat were someone outside the Junkyard or if he was speaking to Gale, he would explain more. But if he says the engagements are too risky for them to go ahead with just two, he expects his judgement to be trusted by the rest of his Tribe.

Serph folds his arms, a beat passing before he adds, "We have new comrades. Some are non-combatants."

Like Sera.

So he can't leave them behind either.
iron_stomach: (pic#17860752)

[personal profile] iron_stomach 2025-05-26 01:51 pm (UTC)(link)
It's impossible to tell which part led to the low disgusted noise, that this place requires more than just the two of them, or the presence of noncombatants. Or more likely, both. Maybe they'd just need a third, which was currently lacking if this convoy is full of people who can't fight.

How they wound up with the dregs of the other tribes he didn't know.

"Of course they can't fight. Can they do anything or are they completely useless?" He doesn't bother to question why Serph's picked up a pile of losers, that was pretty normal of late instead of just eating them. So much so that Heat's not even going to bother arguing against it aside from very clear disapproval, pointing out they're better off eating the weakling members won't get him anywhere.

For now, whether or not this was the Junkyard or Nirvana or neither, Serph's word is still law. It might annoy him but he won't outright disobey without far more behind it than annoyance.
serialmurderbot: (named murder)

[personal profile] serialmurderbot 2025-05-26 03:00 pm (UTC)(link)
[Sure. But... SecUnit isn't great at judging human ages, let alone human age in dinosaur, and from its experience with Amena even humans in their late adolescence can sound entirely whiny. ART or Doctor Mensah would be able to tell, but SecUnit just has to try and figure out what that number means in context. Presumably an age of legal adulthood thing, it guesses.]

Sure.

[And now it has to turn its attention to the actual problem here, which is the complete and utter lack of gravity.]

Hold on. [And it grabs a bit of the wall as it moves into the strange bubble of the gravity field, calculating trajectories.]
facethefacts: who the hell is agent 47 (mr. worldwide)

[personal profile] facethefacts 2025-05-26 03:17 pm (UTC)(link)
"For me, ding-dong," he answers Danse's thought verbally, not realizing he's answering a thought as he pushes another window open, this one on the side of the vehicle. He's not looking at Danse and hasn't noticed his lips aren't moving, so such a distinct thought-question hadn't registered as something more private.

"Could probably pry the grid off of any old garage wall and mount it there. If it works for heavy tools, it works for guns." he continues on his way back to his seat, fishing out his lighter before retaking it. He lights his cigarette and then passes the lighter to Danse, exhaling that first pull as he speaks.

"Mmm, pass on bunking with strangers. I've shared the occasional flea-infested mattress when desperation called for it, but I'm not big on spooning."
phantomshow: (never knew we were living in a world)

no worries!! hope things are less mess now c:

[personal profile] phantomshow 2025-05-26 03:31 pm (UTC)(link)
It’s no trouble.

[Genuinely, he’s glad to help - that’s just his nature. Aiming for reassurance, Ren gives her a friendly smile and a nod of understanding.]

I’ve been tossed around like that more than a few times. Never feels good. [But any fight you can walk away from in one piece is a win, right?] Don’t worry, your secret’s safe with me.

[No judgment on his end, then, just that same air of gentle concern. Ren’s no stranger to downplaying injuries, but he also understands the impulse to present the appearance that everything is fine, even if it’s not.]

Are you here by yourself?
serialmurderbot: (named murder)

[personal profile] serialmurderbot 2025-05-26 04:38 pm (UTC)(link)
It doesn't step back. But it doesn't stay still, either.

SecUnit coils down into a crouch and then launches itself, the kind of leap that only its enhancements allow to happen so smoothly and so suddenly. It aims high, to plant a knee in Heat's sternum and clamp a hand on his shoulder as it uses the momentum to shove them both back, jamming a forearm and the energy weapon up under Heat's chin, but does not fire.

"Don't touch my humans. Or anyone in this Convoy."

It it weren't for the buzzing, it would sound just as casual as it had before, but there's a sharpness imbued by the background vocalization, mirrored by a sharp intensity to its eyes as it stares down Heat.
iron_stomach: (pic#17860755)

[personal profile] iron_stomach 2025-05-26 04:57 pm (UTC)(link)
He knows an attack incoming when he sees it, it's what he's designed for; and as SecUnit launches itself upward and at Heat, he immediately moves to intercept instead of retreat, the toothed fireball mark on his arm racing with angry red glowing lines. SecUnit's probably seen something similar before, in cool blues and glacial whites instead, so it may not be a surprise that when they crash to the ground, it's not a human man grinning up at it, but an inhuman bulky thing of crimson and gold.

Maybe a little more surprising, that this particular monstrosity has two heads to aim at instead of one, and has no problem at all aiming to return the favor, weapons for weapons, in sharp, hooked claws exactly the way SecUnit threatens him with a gun.

A thought may be all it takes to fire arm-loaded weapons, but a twitch is all it takes to drive those long blades into SecUnit in retaliation. Both heads bare sharklike teeth. "You wanna keep them safe? You wear the tribe's colors, you obey our Leader, you won't get eaten." Like this, it's still recognizably the same asshole's voice, but it's a rough, distorted, laughing growl. "Same goes for every other sorry ass in this place." SecUnit's weight is negligible enough that Agni sits up slightly, pressing one head's chin further against the energy weapon deliberately, chuckling. "Otherwise, you better pull that trigger and hope it's enough to keep me down."
solitarysoul: (Doggy neutral)

[personal profile] solitarysoul 2025-05-26 05:00 pm (UTC)(link)
"Hmm." He closes his eyes for a moment and listens. The dog ears at least came with increased hearing, which makes them sort of tolerable.

"There's something moving to the left, I think. Right might be safer."
facethefacts: but I'll still fuckin try (can't 'I'm just a lil guy' my way out)

[personal profile] facethefacts 2025-05-26 05:10 pm (UTC)(link)
"Yeah? What field?" he asks casually, making polite conversation. At the very least, it's worth his time to get to know what his fellow drifters specialize in, in case any of that information would serve valuable.

"Depending on how far we have to go, I might just have to employ the age-old tradition of walking it off."

Deacon sighs, the shifts in the architecture slightly disorienting as he moves along the hall, but as long as he doesn't have to scale any ledges over a significant drop, his stomach'll hold its lunch.
bufudine: (Default)

[personal profile] bufudine 2025-05-26 05:15 pm (UTC)(link)
Serph's own disapproval at Heat's response is immediate in his frown. While his normal expression and body language remains largely the same, his wings are far more animated than the rest of him, half flaring before they settle back down.

There's a steely undercurrent to his voice when he says, "They helped me in other ways."

He doesn't expect Heat to understand if he tried to explain.

But he won't press the point; that would be bordering on nagging. He's not Gale.

"After we finish here, I'll take you to meet them."

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