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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













iron_stomach: (pic#17860754)

[personal profile] iron_stomach 2025-06-15 05:32 pm (UTC)(link)
[Every goal he'd had entering this hospital pivots sharply. 'It will pass' doesn't mean immediately, just eventually. Dealing with Agni's relentless hunger is a daily task and one he rather enjoyed tending to, but some things were more important.]

Then you're a moron for using it.

[For all the harshness of the rebuke, he's careful to the point of almost gentleness in working on seeing if Serph can support his own weight, and if not simply picking him right up, wings and all. He's strong enough, and though it'll hurt, it's not enough to be a real hindrance.

Some things are always more important.]


We're getting out of here.
propatriamori: (gloooooom)

Cw: kids sent to war

[personal profile] propatriamori 2025-06-15 06:37 pm (UTC)(link)
Edward listens, nodding in agreement to what Levi says about war. He felt that way too, like he was simply a pawn for some general sitting far back from the front lines. He knows too about the futility of all of it, how it felt to be ordered forward into the jaws of almost certain death.

"So no one knows who the convoy is following?" Edward doesn't like the sounds of that. "How does anyone know they can be trusted?"
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[personal profile] propatriamori 2025-06-15 06:45 pm (UTC)(link)
Edward nods when SecUnit says it'll help him back to the Convoy. "Thank you. I appreciate that."

It doesn't seem like it wants to talk about that any further, so Edward drops the subject. He hasn't noticed the faint static in SecUnit's voice yet, but now that he's been alerted that he's not talking to a human, he'll be listening for it.

He listens to what SecUnit tells him about the surrounding areas, and his brows draw together. "Has each of them been searched? Is everyone certain they've been abandoned?"

Another mental projection, but faint this time: a sniper, hidden far away in a distant tree and picking off men, one by one.
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[personal profile] solitarysoul 2025-06-15 08:45 pm (UTC)(link)
"No, its just following the roads and we're following it. I don't know if anybody actually trusts it." That'd be pretty stupid in his opinion. "But there are people traveling with us that I trust enough to protect those of us who might need it."
bufudine: (hey. a naked girl :|)

[personal profile] bufudine 2025-06-16 10:10 am (UTC)(link)
[Worth it, though. That thought is expressed in a huff of a laugh at the rebuke.

He didn't know he missed being told off until he heard it for the first time in months.

With support from Heat he's able to stay upright, though their walking pace is slowed as he focuses on putting one foot in front of the other and not sway too much.

All this is only a roadbump on their journey to Nirvana.]


[ooc: Seems like a decent place to tie this off? Once they're out of the hospital Serph could probably sit for a bit and recover before they go back to the Convoy.]
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[personal profile] iron_stomach 2025-06-16 11:48 am (UTC)(link)
[good for meee]
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sorry, lost the tag!

[personal profile] invisiblefloatinghead 2025-06-17 02:26 am (UTC)(link)
"Sadly, I was getting the impression that this wasn't exactly one of the great vacation spots of the universe." He pulls a set of keys out of one pocket. "I was wondering where they'd come from. I'd appreciate your help in getting out of here, and to whatever these go with."
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[personal profile] wereperrito 2025-06-17 02:43 am (UTC)(link)
"Making clothes, mostly. Though not all of it will wind up being useful unless I need to stuff a pillow, or something. Or maybe if I decide to take up quilting." He could piece together a decent quilt maybe with all the little scraps pf pretty color or pattern he's salvaged that are too small to do anything else with.

As he talks, he's opening cabinets and rummaging through piles of fabric until-- "Aha! Here they are." He pulls out two terrycloth towels, beach towels with a pattern in orange, white, black, and a hint of blue. He shakes one out of its folds and holds it up for Heat to see. It is indeed a penguin, albeit one in sunglasses and a t-shirt.
purplexing: (plotting your demise)

's cool!

[personal profile] purplexing 2025-06-17 03:21 am (UTC)(link)
"Yeah, sorry for the rotten disclaimers but I figure it's better you have some idea of what you're probably going to be dealing with around here."

Donnie glances at the keys. "Please tell me you know how to drive, I've already come across several people who don't." He will go through with setting up driving lessons at this rate!

"Weelllll...let's see." He hops onto a floating rock, squinting past the other gravity-defying debris. "There's a garage out there, and a gas station, and if it's anything like when I first arrived, there should be some cars nearby, if not by the Convoy itself. Just gotta navigate past this terrestrial asteroid field. Hm."

He strokes his chin, looking at Martin. "Don't suppose you've ever used a jetpack before, have you?"
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[personal profile] xxiis 2025-06-17 02:59 pm (UTC)(link)
A prisoner of fate. Your wardens Caroline and Justine must have played an important role. I know you've told me that you were on probation before. Have you ever felt trapped by the world around you? If so, that would explain why your Velvet Room looked like a prison.

[It's concerning how he mentioned the God of Control. This is something that Kotone is unfamiliar with. Her expression becomes more thoughtful but also understanding.]

You were able to expose the fake Igor in the end. Did you ever meet the real Igor?
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[personal profile] xxiis 2025-06-17 04:00 pm (UTC)(link)
That's one way you could look at it too. Everyone is different and sometimes it's hard to tell when someone's being honest. I like to give people the benefit of doubt, but it's not always that simple.

Wouldn't you agree?
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[personal profile] iron_stomach 2025-06-17 08:24 pm (UTC)(link)
Quilts are some kind of blanket, he was pretty sure about that. It might be a better use for all the little bits than trying to make some kind of multicolored monstrosity of a shirt, no-one's ever going to be able to identify tribe colors when every color's being worn.

Heat watches as Jack rummages through his cloth, unsure what to actually expect. And as the towel is shaken out and held up, the redhead is dead silent for a solid thirty seconds.

"That is the stupidest thing I have ever seen," he concludes after a long, long moment. "How much do you want for it?"
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[personal profile] guidemyway 2025-06-18 12:06 am (UTC)(link)
Danger is kind of my middle name.

Ruby Danger Rose!

[She pulls the scythe back and nods. It was probably the better idea.]

Okay.

One- Two-

[And Ruby is ready to make a dash for whereever Kotone ends up dropping to make the catch.]
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[personal profile] undyingcrow 2025-06-18 04:16 am (UTC)(link)
It certainly isn't that simple, though I suppose there's something to be said for your... optimism. Ren isn't too dissimilar in that respect.
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[personal profile] iron_stomach 2025-06-18 10:44 pm (UTC)(link)
Whether or not Heat would actually rip into an unknown population doesn't matter, the threat's been made, and the self-appointed guard dog of the Convoy would either respond to it or not. He's betting on a response, and he gets one.

Not quite what he expected though, more gunfire was more likely than someone getting back in range of his claws and teeth, but that's exactly what SecUnit does, and with his back turned, the demon doesn't exactly see it coming. Sound is the only warning, and he pivots nearly at the moment of impact.

On the bright side, this gets SecUnit what it wants, Agni down with a sharp annoyed growl. On the less bright side, it's now directly in range of his teeth and claws again and he doesn't hesitate to put the claws at least to use immediately in an effort to jam the sharp prongs straight through one of those arm-mounted guns it keeps using.
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Re: 's cool!

[personal profile] invisiblefloatinghead 2025-06-20 03:40 am (UTC)(link)
"Oh, I'd rather be prepared than told a nice lie." Martin nods. "I appreciate the honesty." He looks down at the keys. "I do know how to drive, though it's been a while. I don't own a car...or, I suppose I should say, I didn't."

The conversation's proceeding normally enough, until..."A jetpack?" It is clear from his tone of voice that no, he has not. He's not even counting flying with Firestorm's power there, because he's just been a passenger then. "That's not within my realm of experience, I'm afraid."
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[personal profile] purplexing 2025-06-20 03:54 am (UTC)(link)
"Well hopefully whatever those keys go to, it's not a lemon."

Donnie only nods at the professor's response then. He supposes it's to be expected, after all. "Hm, definitely more of an advanced skill to go solo on. Well, we'll do a rendition of my flight shell then."

He moves back over to Martin, circling him as he considers. "Don't freak out," he says, almost belatedly as he holds his hands out in front of him. A bright neon purple glow appears, forming lines that in turn take shape as what appear to be parts, inner workings of some sort of machine, and though it appears to be formed of energy each part when complete takes on a translucent solidness before becoming encased in each subsequent layer that makes up, in the end, what appears to be some sort of backpack with a pair of rotors attached.

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