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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













phantomshow: (keep myself right on this train)

[personal profile] phantomshow 2025-05-17 03:37 am (UTC)(link)
[His head started hurting the moment the needle pricked his skin, a throbbing ache in the shape of a man’s shoeprint on the left side of his head. It’s fine, though - it happens sometimes. Phantom pains from an old injury.]

… Mm? [Where am I? Ren shakes himself from the momentary daze and nods, quickly slipping on a friendly smile.]

Sorry, spaced off. I’m fine, but thank you.

[Focus, he reminds himself. This is not a Palace and he doesn’t have Oracle in his ear, guiding him around the worst dangers. This hospital is anything but safe.]

What about you?
facethefacts: looks better on me anyway (mad max called he wants his wig back)

[personal profile] facethefacts 2025-05-17 03:43 am (UTC)(link)
He hadn't exactly been trying to sneak up on her. Had he, he would've probably been more successful. Maybe. Who can say?

"Ah." Deacon smiles, all-too casual for a guy who was just yanked from his own fucked-up world and thrown into this one. "Trouble. I like that. What should I call you?" he asks, as if she's just assigned him a new name.
mytearsaremine: (killyou)

B. you get Jolie cuz that's who I'm logged in as right now XD

[personal profile] mytearsaremine 2025-05-17 03:54 am (UTC)(link)
"Hey! Hey, weird monster thing! Over here!"

Yes, that is a teenaged girl. Yes, her eyes are gold and the skin on her face radiating out from her eyes is striped green like grass blades, but she otherwise looks human. Yes, she is holding a slingshot, and she just let a rock fly directly at the Unknown. She actually hits it, which makes her do a fierce little dance of excitement right there in the hospital hallway.

Of course, that didn't really hurt it, just caught it's attention, so now it's drifting her way. What was step two, here?

"Keep running!" she tells Martin as she loads another rock.
buffylives: (pic#17819432)

Re: 06.

[personal profile] buffylives 2025-05-17 04:02 am (UTC)(link)
[Buffy keeps seeking out the other person, she can feel...pain. She listens closer and closer, walking toward the young man. She sees him, sitting there, and stops.] Is it you who is in pain? Are you okay?
phantomshow: (love in technicolor)

[personal profile] phantomshow 2025-05-17 04:03 am (UTC)(link)
An unassuming appearance is useful is many situations, be it monster-filled corridors or the crowded halls of a high school. The same can be said for having a certain sense of adaptability, being able to switch from serious-minded leader to good-natured jesting friend at a moment’s notice. Ren has been left with plenty of experience in both aspects after the past year of probation in Tokyo and the legal ordeals that preceded it.

Falling into a near-catatonic daze after being stuck with a mystery syringe, however, is not an ideal situation, even if Ren were not also traipsing through an untold pit of monsters. He blinks rapidly when shaken, coming back to himself with more of a delay than he’d prefer.

“Hm? Sorry, I’m OK.” He nods. “Just a little dizzy. I’m good now.”

He is decidedly not good now. The darkness of the rooms and halls, the syringes, even the restraints that look like alien tentacles in the dim lighting - all of it pushes a wave of anxiety through his nerves, palpable thanks to the effects of whatever was that needle introduced to his body.

Truth serum, he thinks. Isn’t that what they said it was? Something to “loosen that punk-ass tongue” of his? Asshole cops.

“Are you doing OK? We could find somewhere to rest for a minute if you’d like.”
buffylives: (Default)

Re: 02!

[personal profile] buffylives 2025-05-17 04:05 am (UTC)(link)
[Buffy keeps looking around, her eyes scanning the garage for any signs of life.] Well golly gee, I think I'm alone and this doesn't help at all.

[And then she hears it, B. She turns at the sound, surprised and comes face to face with Faith.] Faith?

[She looks at Faith with a frown, then nods.] I'm not sure where I am but this is either good or bad that you're here. Can you fill me in?
buffylives: (Default)

Re: 05

[personal profile] buffylives 2025-05-17 04:08 am (UTC)(link)
She turns her eyes on the young....crow? Whatever he is, he's freaky looking. She knows she doesn't look too great either. She looks at the monster, whatever he is and tilts her head.] I ...I'm thirsty. Where can I get some water?

[But what she feels is even deeper, more primal than that. She wants blood. to feast upon. The more blood she drinks, the stronger she gets. She's horrified at this realization, her internal instincts hating her and wanting it at the same time.]
androidvictoriam: (that don't impress me much)

[personal profile] androidvictoriam 2025-05-17 04:15 am (UTC)(link)
He doesn't know if Deacon means this as a compliment, but Danse can't fathom a way in which it wouldn't be, when reliable is exactly the sort of thing he wants to be--the sort of thing he's been afraid Deacon in particular no longer thinks he is, after the shameful and humiliating display he'd witnessed in that bunker. But that's something he's going to push out of his mind for as long as he can, whether he's aware of how audible his thoughts are or not.

Not even so much easier said than done, either, at that distractingly casual little pat. Two months without his power armor and he still hasn't gotten used to people being able to just touch him as frequently or easily as they've been doing around here...but then, he'd worn that armor for nearly fifteen years. He'd thought he would hate it. He does hate being without it, naked and vulnerable as a shelled turtle. But he doesn't hate those little moments of connection. He follows, as predicted.

"I'd rather have an M1 Abrams if we're talking pre-war relics, but it's your...whatever it is. Is it supposed to resemble a sausage? You always talk as if you actually recognize these things."
infernalengine: (Default)

Re: Husks and Haunts

[personal profile] infernalengine 2025-05-17 04:34 am (UTC)(link)
"You're not so shabby yourself," Karlach replies, with a broad, fierce grin that doesn't dim at his warning. She just nods once, sharply, and shifts her grip slightly on the haft of her axe, the better to make full use of its balance once the next threat hits.

"There always are. Think they're coming from deeper in?"
definitionofcrazy: (170)

Fun fact: I have no idea if Ren knows Akechi is here as-of this thread.

[personal profile] definitionofcrazy 2025-05-17 04:34 am (UTC)(link)
Miss. That provokes a little bit of an amused smirk.

"Don't sweat it, I'm five-by-five. Your little friend there packs some major mojo, though."

She nods at Arsene to indicate the 'friend' in question.

"Only seen one other guy could do a trick like that."
undyingcrow: (distant)

[personal profile] undyingcrow 2025-05-17 04:35 am (UTC)(link)
[He watches her movements, lips pursed. There's certainly an uneasiness to it all, which makes sense. The changes are never simple...]

I do have some water, though I'll have to return to my vehicle to fetch it. If you can stand to wait a few moments, it shouldn't take long.
infernalengine: (chuckle)

Re: Start up

[personal profile] infernalengine 2025-05-17 04:39 am (UTC)(link)
She turns toward him with a quick grin, warmth brightening the haze of confusion surrounding her. "Thanks," she says. And then admits, "I wouldn't even know how to tell which are the right ones."

There's a wide array of vehicles, in varying shapes and sizes. The parts are almost certainly similarly varied, and she wouldn't want to bet on them being labelled in a way she can understand, if they're labelled at all.
warneverchanged: (6)

[personal profile] warneverchanged 2025-05-17 04:58 am (UTC)(link)
"I thought you might say that." She rolls her eyes and laughs.

"Man, a bike rack?" She manages to flounder onto the top of the vehicle, sitting down to take a look around before continuing. "That'd leave a mark. And a sore back." She makes a hmmm noise.

"By the way, I forgot to ask. Do you have a Geiger Counter?" She should've asked sooner. She'd blame it on her brain being discombobulated after showing up here.
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[personal profile] definitionofcrazy 2025-05-17 05:21 am (UTC)(link)
[She wishes she could answer that question, but she doesn't know herself if it's good or bad. Historically, they haven't exactly-

Well. Not the time.]


Hard to say. Seems like some sort of jacked-up apocalypse hell-world.

[Notably, she looks different than when Buffy would have seen her last. She's pale, ashy, almost corpse-like. Her lips even have the bluish-grey tint. And she's got a scarf cinched around her neck so tight that it seems like it should be cutting off the oxygen.]

All we know is that we're the only sane people left alive, and there's a creepy signal on the radio telling us to go to some place called Nirvana.
serialmurderbot: (system collapse)

Husks and Haunts pt. 1

[personal profile] serialmurderbot 2025-05-17 05:21 am (UTC)(link)
[Abruptly, the too-many-limbed creature isn't the only thing that's moving in the room with Maggie.

There's a loud bang, echoing through the space, like someone just slammed a door - or used a door to kick off and lunge into the room, as the case may be. Almost inhumanly quick there's a body between her and the darting shape, a humanoid in plain, dark clothing. One that mostly moves like a person, except for how efficient it is, slamming a shoulder into the thing and turning the momentum of the fall into a throw and a roll, coming up braced on one knee (Murderbot, what the hell did you get yourself into this time).

One flash, two, fill the space, as it fires some weapon at the creature (if she's looking closely, the rolled-up sleeves of its jacket reveal lines like mechanical seams in its hand and forearm.) Its face is perfectly human from the cheekbones up. Presumably from the cheekbones down, too, except it's wearing a cloth facemask, and it's not looking towards her.]


Two meters down the corridor. Second door on the left.

[Its voice buzzes strangely, echoing with a cicada-like fuzz of static, as the Unknown form starts to rise once more behind SecUnit.]
ponderingtheorb: (side-eye)

my shadow's stuck

[personal profile] ponderingtheorb 2025-05-17 05:34 am (UTC)(link)
"Well," says the man in the doorway, rather more primly and still somehow a bit more smugly than anything about this situation demands, "if I couldn't before--which I could, as a matter of fact, so your volume is a tad uncalled-for--I certainly can now. And so will anything else with unsavory intentions that happens to be prowling these halls, so once I assist you, I do hope you'll be ready to fight forthwith."

Honestly, were Gale strapped down to the kind of thing making him expect to be vivisected by an undead Sharran cultist and an army of brainwashed nurses at any moment, he'd be yelling fit to wake even more of the dead, so he can't actually fault this poor guy for doing the same. Besides which, it had worked, after all. Gale would like to think he would still have noticed a prisoner in need of aid on his own, but then, Gale would like to think he'd pick up on a lot of things that end up going over his head.

It's only occurring to him now, for one, that the man might have been talking instead to his...mirror image? Why one would talk to one's own summoned projection, Gale isn't quite sure, but it's a possibility. He's certainly been hearing and seeing stranger things than that, ever since he nudged that dead intellect devourer with his boot on the way inside to make sure it wasn't just playing possum.

"Let's see here," he muses, approaching the contraption with a thoughtful rub of his beard. "Hardly calls for magic at all, and that's not something I say often. A knife ought to do the job. Can your projection give me a hand, or is he not corporeal enough?"
maidhem: (off guard)

[personal profile] maidhem 2025-05-17 12:02 pm (UTC)(link)
There was an odd comfort to be found in the words of someone with experience-- and it was enough for Felicia to take a deep breath and shakily nod in agreement. She had no idea what would happen if she were on her own, but she had always found strength in helping others.

She did Live to Serve, after all. Just as she had been taught.

"R-right!" She stammered, and dug her fingers into the hem of her pink plaid coat.

"There's knights who ride Pegasus where I'm from," she added. "That's what Lady Hinoka is. I wonder how they train to prepare for falls?"
maidhem: (we can do this!)

[personal profile] maidhem 2025-05-17 12:07 pm (UTC)(link)
Daikon radishes could be a threat. They had the size and heft of a bludgeoning weapon. It was too messy for Felicia's taste, but if thrown...

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry!"

She squeaked, and quickly offered her hand.

Too quickly.

The radish slipped out of her grasp, aimed right for the older man.
maidhem: livebites (whoa!)

[personal profile] maidhem 2025-05-17 12:11 pm (UTC)(link)
[Step ladder in place and daikon radish removed from her coat pocket, Felicia climbed it so she was at eye level with the other woman. She stared, eyes wide as the singular braincell in her head sought for something to link with.

Without missing a beat, she asked plainly:]


What's gravity?
maidhem: (off guard)

[personal profile] maidhem 2025-05-17 12:14 pm (UTC)(link)
You think so?

[Felicia asked, trusting and hopeful. Blue eyes lingered briefly on the golden horns, and the coil of anxiety that knotted in her chest started to untangle.]

Yeah-- I guess we can.

It looks a little high to jump, but if we can find something to ride down ...
thelastb1: Roger aiming his blaster rifle (gun the fourth)

Summoning Circle

[personal profile] thelastb1 2025-05-17 02:15 pm (UTC)(link)
Seeing Emperor kriffing Palpatine in another room, out of the corner of his photoreceptor, in the garage Roger is scavenging through causes the double take of all double takes, and he very quickly hides to make sure the Emperor doesn't see him.

Of course, he knew from other worlds that people could be pulled into Revan from across time, but that the first person familiar to him would be the Emperor, is incredible and terrifying beyond belief. He does figure out though, given that Palpatine is not yet pale and scarred, that this isn't Emperor Palpatine but Chancellor Palpatine.

R0-GR himself is a simple B1 Battle Droid, but the moon warps have transformed him into a four-armed, four-legged spider robot. The original design is still evident, but one would think that he's been fully modified into some other type of droid completely.

He figures that if Palpatine figures out that he has knowledge of the future, he'll consider Roger a threat. He knows he's mentioned the Empire, the First Order, a few times in conversation, so that's only a matter of time. But he also knows that Palpatine is extraordinarily powerful with or without the entire Republic or Empire at his back.

So he decides, quickly, to try to make a plan and act so that Palpatine never finds that out. Charging into the room with a rifle he salvaged from the Raiders, he aims it at Palpatine, shouting through his terror with as much feigned confidence as he can muster, "Chancellor Palpatine, in the name of the Separatist Alliance, you're under arrest!" The droid's voice catches before many of the words, hoping that Palpatine will decide that shooting him with lightning isn't worth being caught as a Sith.
senateperor: (9)

[personal profile] senateperor 2025-05-17 02:32 pm (UTC)(link)
The appearance of a Confederate Battle Droid, especially one as changed as Roger, pointing a rifle at him and demanding his surrender, is a surprise to be sure, and an unwelcome one at that. The droid is a complication that Palpatine had hoped to avoid. They feel alone right now..it would be easy to slip out his lightsaber, leap forward and silence this contemptible B1 in a single bound...

Or would it? Roger is changed, and Palpatine doesn't know how much, but the extra limbs alone suggest attempting to destroy Roger might spill out into the rest of the station. Not an outcome Palpatine wishes.

So for now he simply drops the kindly old facade and lets a cold imperiousness settle into his features.

"Your fear betrays you, droid."
Edited 2025-05-17 14:48 (UTC)
phantomshow: (love in technicolor)

[personal profile] phantomshow 2025-05-17 02:37 pm (UTC)(link)
Ah, that. Makes more sense. It’s not an unreasonable fear, because there is an unknown variable in the mix. They can’t prepare and take countermeasures for an unknown variable.

“Then … you’re worried about me losing what makes me human?”

Or more specifically, about Ren hurting him as a result of becoming less human. Also not unreasonable, given the unknowns. But Ren likes to think his personality won’t change just because his body does. Wings or horns or claws won’t be enough to turn his heart to unfeeling stone or smother his inner fire for justice.

“Has your humanity slipped away? I don’t see that you’re any less human than you were before.”
senateperor: (13)

[personal profile] senateperor 2025-05-17 02:39 pm (UTC)(link)
Something shifts at the accusation. The figure of Plagueis grows still for a moment, before the shadows begin to recede. The Dark Side shrouds visions of outsiders, but Darth Vader is no outsider. The moon high above draws into sharper focus so Vader can see that it is indeed no moon...it's a battle station. The culmination of his Master's ambition, the ultimate expression of his fury. His and Vader's future both.

"Your Master is a link in a chain that stretches back over a thousand years." Plagueis speaks again. "Each one forged and tempered by the one before it. Vader from Sidious, and Sidious from Plagueis. And my Apprentice has been forging you for a very long time, child."
undyingcrow: (melancholy)

[personal profile] undyingcrow 2025-05-17 03:02 pm (UTC)(link)
"It's more the process. Being forcibly changed, without any form of consent, let alone choice." One of his hands brushes against his ear. "You're too strong to let physical changes alter who you are at your core. I know that."

But that still doesn't mean Ren deserves it.

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