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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













senateperor: (11)

[personal profile] senateperor 2025-05-16 08:27 pm (UTC)(link)
"I'm afraid I wasn't given the opportunity to change before being whisked away." Palpatine replies dryly. "I shall simply have to make do for now."

He's far from defenceless, of course. Even without the Dark Side at his command, Palpatine's chromium-plated lightsaber is hidden up the sleeve of his robe. But he has volunteered none of that to anyone.

"You have extra ammo?" Deacon's gun is crude, but does the job. "I'm afraid in a fight I won't be much help."
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[personal profile] senateperor 2025-05-16 08:31 pm (UTC)(link)
It takes every ounce of effort Palpatine has not to pump this woman full of lightning for this bad comedy, but he clamps down on his anger hard. Aside from falling on him, this woman merely seems hysterical, not a threat.

"It's quite...all right." Palpatine assures her, though his voice is strained. Once Felicia has finally managed to clamber off him, Palpatine raises his hand to her.

"Would you be so kind?"
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[personal profile] cantgetoverit 2025-05-16 09:46 pm (UTC)(link)
Yeah, I can do that.

[Maggie twists in the air, her voice strained as she flails, trying to right herself in the air.]

Ugh. It's like some kind of bad fair ride or something. How'd we even get stuck here?

[She manages to right herself finally, and gets a decent look at the man. Her brow furrows in concern as she takes note of the scarring, but she still stretches out a hand towards him.]

Just a little further... Your eyes. [Her tone gentles; whatever caused those wounds likely wasn't pleasant, and they look relatively recent.] That happen here?
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facethefacts: looks better on me anyway (mad max called he wants his wig back)

[personal profile] facethefacts 2025-05-16 09:56 pm (UTC)(link)
He bobs his head to the side, because while he appreciates the circumstances (and the dry humor), he'd have ended up in his skivvies before dragging that heavy robe with him on a mission like this. The reality of course is that he wouldn't even need to do that, because he regularly keeps a few disguises on his person for regular changing to suit his needs.

"Next time, I'll lend you something sleek," he promises, moving along through the hall carefully and checking for any more signs of danger.

"Uhhh, define extra," he replies casually. Ammo was precious where he was from, and in this world, it may be even more so... it's simply too soon to tell.

"Leave the fighting to me and just stuff those oversized pockets of yours with as many medical supplies as you can."
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[personal profile] cantgetoverit 2025-05-16 10:26 pm (UTC)(link)
[The voice comes back far more chipper than Maggie would have expected, given the situation and she claws at the air trying to twist to get a better look at her companion.]

Yeah, it's not great, that's for sure.

[She's seen worse. Nothing is actively trying to kill them, at least for now. The possibility that still might happen makes it even more urgent to get her feet back on the ground where they belong.]

Gotta wonder how they managed to turn off the gravity, though. Or, whatever this is supposed to be.
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[personal profile] phantomshow 2025-05-16 10:39 pm (UTC)(link)
Yup, that sure is a deflection - Ren is quite familiar with the tactic, since it’s one he has been known to use himself from time to time. He’s even used it with Akechi, in fact, and fairly recently.

“Are you really going to live your life based on what my friends think? That’s not like you.”

The smallest hint of a smile turns up one corner of his mouth, and he gently shakes his head.

“We’ve had friction before. We worked it out - that’s what we do. They may not understand, but they don’t have to. It’s not their life, and it’s not their decision to make. You’re a part of me, and anyone who can’t accept us hasn’t really accepted me at all.”

Even in this dreamspace, Ren’s instinct is to put his own needs and desires at the back of the line. Akechi is so stubborn, and pushing too hard will only push him away entirely. That’s the last thing Ren wants. He drops his hand from Akechi’s shoulder and casts his gaze downward.

“If you truly don’t want this - if you don’t want me, then tell me. I can live with that decision as long as it’s yours and yours alone. But be entirely honest, with both of us. Don’t refuse me because you think you need to keep me at a distance for my own good.”
phantomshow: (kill me if you dare)

PERFECT yay faith c:

[personal profile] phantomshow 2025-05-16 11:13 pm (UTC)(link)
Oops. Looks like not even Ren, level-headed though he may usually be, is immune to an occasional case of overdoing it. His last Metaverse fight was months ago by now, and Arsène had convinced Ren that they both could use a little bit of running wild.

So run wild they did, to the point of making the unwise decision to split off from the rest of the party. And it felt good, like slipping into a well-worn jacket on a brisk autumn day. To his own surprise, Ren’s missed this - the adrenaline rush of a fight, pushing his body to move in familiar patterns, the thrill of a victory won.

And Arsène - his first Persona, and the only one to make the journey here with Ren. An old friend reunited, a thrumming piece of his soul - it was good to have him back again.

“Ah - sorry about that, miss.” He rubs a hand over the back of his neck and offers a sheepish smile. “Are you hurt?”

Around the assorted debris, he carefully starts walking toward her, surveying the damage. Hopefully that wasn’t a load-bearing wall.


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[personal profile] undyingcrow 2025-05-16 11:17 pm (UTC)(link)
Damn it.

He only just got Ren back here a short while ago. Even if a part of him wants to put up walls, yell and scream...

Akechi wraps his arms around himself, looking away.

"Don't be absurd, Ren. That damnable plant has already projected my feelings. Even if I did as you said, I would only be lying to us both."

He deflated, feathers and horns and talons and spines all taking hold. Even his ears look more feline now, to say nothinf of the scorpion tail.

"To live is to change. I've tried to do better. To be better. Pushing you away runs contrary to that."
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[personal profile] phantomshow 2025-05-16 11:46 pm (UTC)(link)
“You are better.” Ren smiles, looking up. “I always knew you would be, if you had the chance.”

Ren is someone who believes with his whole heart in second chances. He’d put his own to good use over the past year, and he believed Akechi would thrive if given the same opportunity.

“I know you’re afraid - I can feel it. And I kinda get it. This is new for me.”

Not the feelings themselves - the naming of them, the speaking aloud. The beginning to understand what they all mean. Ren is someone with a tendency to fall a little bit in love with most of his friends, but - as he was fond of saying - love comes in many forms. How to decipher what those feelings mean isn’t always so obvious.

He’s getting a better grasp on what his feelings for Akechi mean the longer they stand here and converse in the dream.

Talk to me. Tell me, what can I do to reassure you?”
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[personal profile] warneverchanged 2025-05-17 12:07 am (UTC)(link)
[Well, that voice sounded familiar. She pulls herself out of the car window she was hanging out off before turning around to see Paladin Danse standing there.]

A familiar face, thank goodness. It's so good to see you.

[Sorry Danse, you're getting hugged. Hard. Even if she's only been here for like.... an hour. He may notice that she's much more pale than he might remember, and feels a bit... cold?]

Any idea what [arm gesture] all this is?
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[personal profile] undyingcrow 2025-05-17 12:11 am (UTC)(link)
"It's difficult to say." He blows a soft sigh. "You already offered me leadership before. You've placed your trust in me. That's more than I deserve."

Finally, his attention settles on Ren. "You'll likely change, too. No one here is exempt from the process."
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[personal profile] warneverchanged 2025-05-17 12:16 am (UTC)(link)
She... should have expected that reaction. Once Deacon always Deacon.

"Sorry Oscar. You remind me of someone I know." Let her guess. Mr. Oscar Meyer, hot dog connoisseur of the... wherever they are. She sighs.

"Oh, you know, trying to figure out why I'm here and not back home in the Commonwealth stripping broken cars for scrap." She stops before sliding into a rant about being interrupted. "How about you?"
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Free Falling

[personal profile] guidemyway 2025-05-17 12:52 am (UTC)(link)
[Ruby was a little more accustomed to navigating strange territory in the air. She couldn't fly or anything, but she was very capable of propelling herself from place to place, and falling with controlled style.

Which is made obvious when a burst of rose petals float by, only to reform into a girl with silver eyes and gold dragon horns.

She glances around a little concerned.]


You know- Probably not the best thing to have happen. But I'm sure we can find our way out of here.
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[personal profile] phantomshow 2025-05-17 12:58 am (UTC)(link)
“You deserve so much more than you believe you do.”

Another gentle smile, another invisible wave of love and admiration sent rippling out toward Akechi from Ren. He can do this all day.

That comment about changing gives Ren a moment’s pause. He already knows what’s in store for him - Akechi told him when he first arrived.

“Does that bother you? Not knowing what I might look like when I change?”
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Husk and Haunts

[personal profile] guidemyway 2025-05-17 01:55 am (UTC)(link)
Ruby doesn't think much of the shift between his awkward teen appearance, and the more skilled thief/warrior once the going gets tough. She had the same sort of mentality, it helped coming from a place that was already teeming with monsters. There was the awkward, quirky girl who liked to goof off when things were light, but someone who could get down to business when the need arised.

She wielded her large scythe with ease as they cut through the weird creatures skuttling around through here. But she's a little late to catch the syringe that sticks itself into Ren.

She's quick to rush over and give his shoulder a shake.

"Hey- Hey. You okay?"
facethefacts: looks better on me anyway (mad max called he wants his wig back)

[personal profile] facethefacts 2025-05-17 02:08 am (UTC)(link)
"Must be a handsome guy."

He shrugs, taking note that she hasn't bothered to introduce herself to this supposed stranger, but her continued commentary confirms his suspicions anyway.

"Sounds like you're uniquely skilled for your new position. We'll probably need some scrap to patch my girl up after she took such a tumble." he replies, patting the side of the vehicle with a small frown.

"Me?" he scoffs, "Coping. I'll never hear the end of this."
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[personal profile] undyingcrow 2025-05-17 02:34 am (UTC)(link)
"I'm not that shallow." No. After everything they've been through, he'd be a hypocrite to judge Ren for something beyond his control. "I just believe you deserve better than this."

He gestures at himself.

"Unwanted changes, never knowing just how much of your humanity will slip away..."
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[personal profile] warneverchanged 2025-05-17 02:45 am (UTC)(link)
"You could say that. You do look a lot like him." Walking around the strange car, she makes some notes of what might be needed. "He helped me out of a few strange situations back home."

She didn't get it. Was it for advertising like the Vault Tec vans?

"Name's Nora, by the way." Just in case he wasn't playing. "And you'll never hear the end of what?" She pulls open the passenger side door to use the footboard to try to get a view of the roof.
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Start up

[personal profile] wereperrito 2025-05-17 02:56 am (UTC)(link)
"Probably find some spare wheels," Jack says, coming up beside the poor confused giant of a woman. He doesn't seem too concerned with her appearance. He, himself, has fox ears and six tails, five of which are fox tails and one of which is a snake tail, coiled around one of the others. "I can help, if you like."

Yes, he knows she's confused about more than how to fix it, but he's starting with the easiest thing. And he can definitely slip more explanation in while they find tires.
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Re: Sheev Palpatine | Star Wars: Episode III: Revenge of the Sith

[personal profile] turnedforher 2025-05-17 02:58 am (UTC)(link)
The leaders of the Sepertists were dead, their bodies still warm in Mustafar's heat, even inside the building. Vader had been striding through doors, hunting to ensure no one had been missed. Privately, despite knowing it was impossible, the man was dead; he would have found a great deal of satisfaction had Clovis been there. He would have saved him for last, he thinks.

He found himself somewhere else after walking through a door to backtrack, unsure of what had happened or where he was. He'd paused just long enough to salvage various ropes, cords, and other things to craft a bag of sorts and ignored the other building to head for the hospital. On his way, he snatched what might be useful, but the aura around him was Dark, frigid cold, menacing. On the fringes of his awareness, he could sense something, someone, and Vader knew he knew who that person was and that he could easily know if he focused on it. But for the moment, he did not, even if he headed in that direction.

Just before he entered the hospital, something brushed against his right forearm, and unthinking, he reached across him to brush off the debris. Inside, his senses sharpened, his mouth twisted into a vicious grin as he made his way inside. Until turning a corner, it radically shifted.

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He was on his knees. Why? He was supposed to be, but some part of his mind resisted it. Snarled at it. And a figure over there. His blue eyes focused on it, his mouth twitched, fighting on his face to stay submissive when he wanted to snarl and snap.

"Tell me what you regard as your greatest strength, so I will know how best to undermine you; tell me of your greatest fear, so I will know which I must force you to face; tell me what you cherish most, so I will know what to take from you; and tell me what you crave, so that I might deny you."

I'm not telling you anykriffingthing, he thought, shoulders tensing, fingers itching, one for his saber, one for power. He remembered the lightning that had shot from his hand inside the Jedi Temple, the effectiveness of it. The ease.

"You are not my master." It is almost, almost spit out, but he manages to choke it into a growl.
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[personal profile] facethefacts 2025-05-17 03:04 am (UTC)(link)
"Handsome and helpful. I like the sound of this guy."

A hand raises to a sort of lazy salute at her introduction, smirking. He takes a deep, labored breath, then gestures to the vehicle.

"This." He shakes his head, "My old lady's gonna mouth-off to me about letting her flip until the end of time. Forget the couch! I'll be lucky to be allowed to sleep on a bike rack."
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Martin Stein | DC Comics

[personal profile] invisiblefloatinghead 2025-05-17 03:17 am (UTC)(link)
[A - Summoning Circle]
Given the half-of-a-superhero lifestyle he leads, Martin Stein should be more used to floating, but he is wholly unused to waking up and doing it all by his lonesome, thank you very much. He gives a yell of surprise from two feet up in the air and tries to right himself.

Indignity of indignities, he knocks his glasses off in the process. The glasses (he is reaching for the glasses, isn't he?) are just out of reach. Time to squint at a blur he sure as hell hopes is a person. "Ah, hello! Could you give me a hand?" Please. He's pulled a floating Velma. The loss of the glasses far outweighs the alarm of being stuck in the air.

[B - Husks and Haunts]
Oh. Oh. That is...well, he doesn't know what the Unknown is, Martin just knows that he wants nothing to do with it. Sadly, his best defense is to run like hell, occasionally reaching up to touch one of his temples as he goes, like that is supposed to do something--he really wishes it would do something--but nothing happens, and it's all he can do to haul physicist ass. Surely some solution to this problem will prevent it self...hopefully soon so he can catch his breath, why this.

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[personal profile] definitionofcrazy 2025-05-17 03:20 am (UTC)(link)
"Tougher than I look, too."

Heh. Young lady, huh. She can't remember the last time somebody- Oh, nevermind. She can. She definitely can.

Moving on. She hefts the cable, tests it with a few sharp tugs. Seems to hold, despite the age.

"Little tip, distinguished sounds better than old. Make it work for you."

She gives a playful quirk of her eyebrow at her own joke, then hops backward off the edge of the 'cliff' to plant her feet on the side of the newly-exposed rock. She never actually rappelled before, which is kinda crazy when she thinks about it, but she's pretty sure she's got the basics.

Probably would have been better to learn on a solid cliff instead of a series of floating rocks, though.
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Re: Summoning Circle

[personal profile] infernalengine 2025-05-17 03:20 am (UTC)(link)
Karlach flicks the shard of glass away into a corner, where no one else is especially likely to fall on it, and where she's not going to forget she's holding it and slice her palm open. That done, she offers a hand to the elderly robed man - wizard is her first thought, though she knows that's not a fair assumption.

"Let me help you up," she says, with a sympathetic smile that manages to look entirely genuine.
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Re: Start Up

[personal profile] infernalengine 2025-05-17 03:29 am (UTC)(link)
"What?" Karlach asks, turning to blink at the man in surprise. Not startled - her situational awareness is good enough that she's very difficult to sneak up on by accident, and not exactly easy to sneak up on deliberately - but surprised by his response.

"Oh, I was talking to this beast," she says, thumping the hood of the jeep with one hand. And then smiles, broad and friendly. "But it's always good to know who's trouble."

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