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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













serialmurderbot: (alert)

cw for injuries

[personal profile] serialmurderbot 2025-05-30 04:57 pm (UTC)(link)
As Heat starts moving, the firing is sustained - even the jaws closing around its arm doesn't stop it, though the teeth find purchase in its flesh, rending through the organic material and exposing the metal infrastructure beneath. It twists with the attempted jerking of the head, the sharp teeth digging in further but denying Heat the leverage to take off any part of it at the wrist or elbow.

The throw actually helps in this regard - it actually takes off a chunk of something in the process, rendering SecUnit's arm even bloodier. It twists its body as it's thrown, landing catlike on its feet, even though the momentum forces it to drop down to one knee and brace the uninjured arm against the dirt.

Bloodied or no, it won't stop firing, forcing itself upright to prepare for the charge that it's sure is going to follow, ready to make another leap if it needs to dodge. There's no eyes to aim for so it continues to aim for Heat's mouths, rather than seeking out gaps in that tough hide. Maybe it's got a flare for the dramatic, about this, or maybe it's just a practicality of doing what it's pretty sure will work.

taediosum: (pic#17385326)

[personal profile] taediosum 2025-05-30 05:05 pm (UTC)(link)
"Too bad. That might've come in handy." Not exactly necessary, though. Despite the seemingly perilous height, the path Arcade took to climb up here is easy enough to trace back down - their distance from the ground may not bother him, but he isn't much of a risk-taker, either. He wouldn't have bothered, if it was all narrow ledges and leaps of faith.

Still, he's taking care not to just hurry blindly back down, as he steps out onto the chunk of earth and stone clinging to the side of the upturned hospital building. "'Just don't look down,' isn't that what they always say?"
serialmurderbot: (huh what)

[personal profile] serialmurderbot 2025-05-30 05:16 pm (UTC)(link)
I was built for it.

[It means that very literally, but it doesn't explain further. With the gun-arm visible, the conclusion is probably easy to draw. It does at least fold the forearm weapon back down as it holds the dagger out, hilt-first, for Maggie to take back.]

Charging back past those things is a last resort. They haven't tried to break through [yet] but they're probably waiting on the other side of the door.
serialmurderbot: (unimpressed)

[personal profile] serialmurderbot 2025-05-30 05:48 pm (UTC)(link)
We don't need to haul it back, we just need to get them down.

[In other words, probably not - it's been having trouble with the specs it's designed for ever since it got to this place, but it's pretty sure that hauling this thing wouldn't be ideal for it even then.]

How good are you at climbing?
maidhem: (uncertain)

[personal profile] maidhem 2025-05-30 07:29 pm (UTC)(link)
[She stared, eyes wide and confused, at the massive weapon the other girl brandished before the both of them.]

A... scythe? But, not a normal one.

[Head tilt. Felicia bit her lips as she studied the features that looked atypical of a melee weapon that she had seen others use with grace in battle.]

We can try it? I just don't know how a scythe is going to help. I'm not even sure I can have enough force with my ice to move us around.
maidhem: (we can do this!)

[personal profile] maidhem 2025-05-30 07:30 pm (UTC)(link)
Yeah, that's what I was thinking! Like when you push yourself up from the bottom of a pool of water.

[Not that she had too much experience with this-- but the idea was sound.]

Let's both hold on and try it. Okay? I can keep us safe.
maidhem: (royal maid)

[personal profile] maidhem 2025-05-30 07:40 pm (UTC)(link)
[The company was a comfort for Felicia as well-- she was also used to working as a part of a team, albeit one that was brought together more by circumstance than choice. Besides her twin sister, the others had become almost like an extended family to Felicia. They helped each other both with day to day tasks, and had each other's back when they were in trouble in the field.

Even when they were far from the castle, it still felt safe when Flora, Jakob, and Corrin were around.]


It's a small village in the mountains, [Felicia explained as they walked, careful in the unfamiliar territory.] It gets very cold up there... but it's okay, because the mountains gave us the power to use the ice as we need to. My father is the chief of the village.... and I haven't seen him in a long time, but my sister Flora told me that it's better if we stay in the castle at the bottom of the mountains for now.

[She frowned, brows knitting as she thought about this.]

I wonder why, though? Our father and our people are strong and independent. We live with the mountains, not as if we're something separate. It doesn't make sense to be in the Fortress and so far away.
facethefacts: there is a dark cloud in my head telling me little jokes (funny story actually its not funny at al)

[personal profile] facethefacts 2025-05-30 11:48 pm (UTC)(link)
"Riiight. Haven't seen any laying around..." he sighs, "You’re gonna need a tube and a bucket. Probably."

He doesn't know if that actually works, but he answers confidently as if he's certain it does.

"Hope you have a place to store it all. I am not looking forward to being your personal porter."
facethefacts: betray me once, shame on you (big mad)

[personal profile] facethefacts 2025-05-31 01:29 am (UTC)(link)
What Danse reads as pity, Deacon feels as guilt. He was responsible for escorting the freshly liberated synth later known as Paladin Danse to Rivet City. The agent that left him there as this stray animal Danse thinks himself. Vulnerable to The Brotherhood's indoctrination. He may not have implanted Danse's memories himself, but he cannot help still feeling responsible.

That fire alarm rings deafening into Deacon's mind, but his poker face holds true. He doesn't react. He can't. But he'll certainly lie sleepless all night with a pit in his stomach over it later. That's his own burden. Danse is only one of the synths Deacon had liberated. Distantly, he wonders if they all curse him like this one does.

"I will," he echoes. "I'm used to flying solo, anyway."

He leans forward, snuffing out the cigarette into the broken mug. He won't ask Danse to leave, but he's not going to beg him to stay, either.
lonedanger: (picking up the pieces)

[personal profile] lonedanger 2025-05-31 01:49 am (UTC)(link)
Len isn't sure if it's his general dubiousness and paranoia or if the stranger just strikes him as too congenial, but it sounds like the kind of response that comes too easy - particularly since it's about caravanning. He has plenty of experience in that line of work himself; somehow it seems an odder statement to make than the one about cazadores.

The man keeps it vague, too. All caravanners have a reliable base of operations.

"It's Len," he says, offering his hand for an introductory shake. "And don't worry about it."
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[personal profile] mytearsaremine 2025-05-31 03:07 am (UTC)(link)
"I mean, maybe," Jolie says, which might not make him feel any better. "But there's monsters and weird machine things pretty much everywhere, except the convoy. And a lot of us count as monsters now, anyway, so maybe not even there."

She isn't as bad off as a lot of people. But even she doesn't look fully human anymore, with her gold eyes and the green threads in the skin of her face.

"I can take you back, if you want," she offers. "I know the way out."
definitionofcrazy: (Try me)

Well this was probably inevitable.

[personal profile] definitionofcrazy 2025-05-31 03:26 am (UTC)(link)
[The stress finally tilts over into visible anger, and she finally snaps back.]

If the trucks go all Maximum Overdrive on us, we'll deal with that when it happens. Meanwhile, those are the only choices we've got. We stick with the convoy, or we go it alone and probably die.

[She takes a step closer and jabs an accusing finger toward Buffy, visibly shaking from frustration.]

You think I'm doing it wrong, you find a better answer. That's what you're good at, right?

[She drops the pointing finger and folds her arms across her chest, her stance becoming a little less hostile, though she's still clearly shaking with barely-restrained anger.]

Until then, back off.
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[personal profile] wereperrito 2025-05-31 03:40 am (UTC)(link)
Right, okay. "A penguin is a fat bird that swims instead of flies. They can be this big to this big--" He holds his hands about a foot apart to about three feet apart. "--and they live where it is very cold. They are black and white. Some of them have little bits of orange on their heads. I can just show you the picture and you will probably get a better idea."
androidvictoriam: (pouting)

[personal profile] androidvictoriam 2025-05-31 03:44 am (UTC)(link)
There is a part of him that does appreciate not being asked to leave, even if he hasn't said anything to merit it. The pack mentality he doesn't want to acknowledge is rearing its head again, telling him to smooth things over, but he lets himself be just self-indulgently angry enough to push it aside.

Not quite so angry as to stomp away without further ado, though. He pauses in the doorway as he goes.

"Let me know if you need a hand with the gun rack." He crushes his cigarette butt underfoot on the ground outside, and leaves.
wasteland_101: (Default)

Apologies for the slow. Work is murdering me

[personal profile] wasteland_101 2025-05-31 04:23 am (UTC)(link)
It's not much but I do have a this...

[She draws a machete from her back. It's seen better days but the blade is still sharp.]

I wasn't going to go too deeply in, but you never know what is going to happen in this place.
wasteland_101: (Default)

[personal profile] wasteland_101 2025-05-31 04:41 am (UTC)(link)
"Already been doing that. You live in a wasteland long enough and it becomes second nature. Haven't really found any caps though," she said as she looked over her shoulder at him.

"What's your name? And what part of the Wasteland are you from?" She asked as she opened up a cabinet and began to shuffle some broken glass around carefully.

She pulled out a couple of vials of something that might be useful. She turns them over in her hands and sighs. Completly dried out.
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[personal profile] cantgetoverit 2025-05-31 05:22 am (UTC)(link)
Oh.

[It's not the answer she was expecting, and it's not until she's reaching for the knife that what SecUnit is saying really sinks in. Her hand freezes, fingers curled around the hilt as its own weapon folds down on its forearm. Its skill, unusual speed, and the buzz under its voice all suggested it was something other than human, but she chose not to examine it too closely.

Now it's undeniable.

Still, SecUnit rescued her all the same, and it doesn't seem to be a danger to her at all, so she sheathes the blade back in her belt before speaking again, her tone a mix of curiosity and concern.]


We'll come back to our escape plan in a second - what are you exactly?
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[personal profile] warneverchanged 2025-05-31 07:14 pm (UTC)(link)
"Oh, come on, I wasn't THAT bad." She says, winking at him.

"I have a truck, so I can put stuff in the back. It is small though, but there's enough room for a few things. I won't make you carry my pile of scrap around."

Because she knew, she would end up with a pile of scrap no matter what happened.
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[personal profile] warneverchanged 2025-05-31 07:35 pm (UTC)(link)
Well, that's good at least. No one's trying to replace people with robots... again. [She didn't want to deal with that again. Besides, where was she going to find an explosive of that strength in this place. She... didn't want to think about it, honestly.]

[She watches as he shows her his layer of 'fur' and then his sharp teeth.]


Huh. Some sort of animal then? I wonder what's going to happen...
coffinturk: (7)

[personal profile] coffinturk 2025-05-31 08:18 pm (UTC)(link)
"Could be the way this world's twisted. Could be because someone tried to make something and it escaped their control. Who knows?"

That's all he has to say on the matter of whether these plants are a 'trap'. Vincent looks down at his right hand.

"Mm. Ones of the past. Connected to objects. Or spaces imprinted by major events. The battle... that hospital." Vincent then looks in the direction of the latter. His hand drops and he shakes his head.

"I think others have been able to communicate without speaking. Hear the thoughts of others."
phantomshow: (in a bar room brawl)

apologies for my delay!

[personal profile] phantomshow 2025-05-31 10:23 pm (UTC)(link)
The only advantage Arsène provides in the defense department is a resistance to Curse magic, which is not helping Ren out today. Still, he's been knocked down in battle many times before and will many times again, so at least this isn't an entirely foreign situation. He recovers fairly quickly, kicks up from the floor to his feet like an expert, and nudges his glasses back up his nose.

"I'm good," he says, grinning wildly, and twirls the blade in his hand. "Ready to take this one down?"
androidvictoriam: (resting bitch face)

[personal profile] androidvictoriam 2025-05-31 10:30 pm (UTC)(link)
"Again" is the key word, I suppose. I can't say it's an entirely inaccurate assessment of some things I've seen around here, but it's certainly nothing like the Institute's method, and I doubt it's the same motive either.

[ He's not entirely sure how to describe those marauding cyborgs, who seemed maybe to have been people once in the same way that feral ghouls were, but were likewise too far gone for Danse to see them as anything other than things to be destroyed. ]

If anyone's replacing anyone else with robots, the ones here seem to be doing it to themselves. And they think we're the corruption that needs to be wiped out, so maybe it is just the same crap on a different day after all.

In any case, there's a pretty broad spectrum of...wildlife that we're starting to resemble, so you'll see for yourself soon enough.
Edited 2025-05-31 22:37 (UTC)
phantomshow: (i'm the underdog)

[personal profile] phantomshow 2025-05-31 10:36 pm (UTC)(link)
One of Ren's friends is a tiny rich girl who wields a giant battle ax and a grenade launcher. Ren learned a long time ago to make no assumptions about a person's fighting skill based on how they appear. If Faith is armed and says she knows what she's doing, Ren trusts her at her word.

Still, there's strength in numbers. Maybe he'll just ... tag along, if she's amenable to him sticking around.

"Sounds like you've settled in," he says, with a nod. "How long has it been?"

Akechi said he's been here a few months. Ren's curious if any of the others have been stuck here longer.
phantomshow: (keep myself riding on this train)

[personal profile] phantomshow 2025-05-31 10:51 pm (UTC)(link)
Sounds like you miss your village.

[He wonders if she was sent away against her will, like he was, or if it had been her choice to leave.]

I grew up in a small town in the countryside, but I lived in a big city for the past year.

[And Tokyo now feels more like his home, more like where he belongs. He'd rather be there than here in Revan, but if he's honest with himself, he wasn't really looking forward to returning to his parents' house from Tokyo. They'd barely acknowledged his existence since sending him off to spend his year of probation in the care of a total stranger. That stranger now felt more like a father to Ren than the one he's known from birth.]

How did you end up at the Fortress?
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[personal profile] warneverchanged 2025-06-01 12:07 am (UTC)(link)
[She looks up at the garage, sighing.]

I don't think I saw anyone go in there. I think I just panicked when it started floating. That's not a normal thing to see for me.

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