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TEST DRIVE MEME #001
Test Drive Meme #001
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Shut The Window
Content Warnings: spores, illness, death
Living on the reach has its highs and lows. Life in the tower can be claustrophobic at best, and time drags on at an achingly slow pace. The coalition is in a constant state of "planning" the next expedition, leaving reachers to do nothing but wait for word that they'll finally be allowed to explore beyond the tower. It's Wednesday, 3 PM, and Anthony, cook and coalition guide, has a pot of stew going on the stove. An average day, and the scent is as overwhelming as it always is within cramped quarters. There are very few windows in the tower, one right above the kitchen sink, and Anthony, taking pity on the reachers, cracks it open.
Everyone eats. Everyone is fine.
Thursday comes and goes. Friday is sweltering hot but passes uneventfully. Saturday morning arrives, and everyone wakes with a sore throat. Easily brushed aside at first, the day ticks by and daily chores are finished before the first reacher succumbs to a fever. The guides usher everyone to their rooms for quarantine, locking the door behind them. The sickness is slow to start, but after the fever hits, symptoms show rapidly - shivering, exhaustion, aches, the skin turns a pale green and paranoia sets in. Death is a sudden thing, taking everyone out until only two are left. By this time, the coalition has discovered the source of the sickness and created a limited amount of medicine to stall the symptoms until a cure can be developed. A small envelope is slid under the door. A note says one hour.
There is one syringe. Who gets to use it?
Know Your Place
Content Warnings: violence, starvation, death
The haze is acting up, swirling plumes of color arching out and circling the island. Touching tree, plant, and human alike. With it comes a change in temperature. The standard eighty or above drops below zero in a matter of hours, trapping everyone inside as snow falls and ice forms over every surface. Learning from previous mistakes, the guides have everyone spread out into separate rooms, and while sleeping, lock the doors to keep all reachers inside. Using the communication devices, the tower guides inform everyone of two things: don't try to come out, and be patient, it'll pass soon.
That was two days ago, and the little bit of supplies stored in each room has been used up.
Showing more evidence of sentience, and cruelty, the haze briefly envelopes the tower and gives each person a nudge - this comes in the form of a violent, uncontrollable urge to get free. Reachers will learn, if they attempt to break out of their room, that they are met with no resistance. Traveling down to the kitchen and common rooms, there is no noise and no sign of anyone else. There's a noise behind you on the steps, and that urge shifts into something deeper, uncomfortable. Hunger. Two reachers are left in the tower. You and another. Options are limited. Go out and brace the subzero temperatures, or find food elsewhere. What choice do you make?
OOC INFORMATION
These prompts are to simulate what kind of events might come up in game. Players are more than welcome to thread out arriving, living in the tower, or general exploration if they'd like. Please mark your top levels with content warnings and if something comes up later in a thread, please put the content warning in the subject line of a comment. The threads on this meme may not be used for canon this time, but future tdm's may allow it.
Kanji Tatsumi | Persona 4 | CRAU
cw: prompt, careless disregard for the concept of 'death' as a permanent state
[ For all the chaos of arrival, the introductions, the oddity of uniformity of clothing, of all things- Ochre felt rather at home in the tower. Chances of death, of torture and change, those were, well.
He hadn't gotten used to them, but he'd learned to live with them.
Basically everything ached, the slow burn of the fever wrecking him with a slow torture he'd not gotten used to, but still, he figured out that there was likely some end game goal here.
When the note arrives, it takes him a while to pick it up, and then longer to crawl back to where he'd left his phone. ]
take the meds
[ Ochre- actually has no idea who's on the other end of the line, who else is alive, but. He's died before, both in the last place, and back home. He's got this. ]
know your place
cw: prompt
[ Screw waiting.
Ochre gives one message out to the rest of the network before he leaves his room. He ran out of food a while ago, and he doesn't have patience to wait for a response.
If they didn't want people breaking down the doors, they should have left more than a day's worth of food. ]
The hell's it so cold for?
[ It takes him three steps of freedom before he goes back into his room, snagging his blanket for warmth. If anyone says shit, he can just beat them up, it's too cold for this crap.
The kitchen's easy to find, and Ochre starts rummaging through the cupboards, looking for anything that hadn't been portioned out to the rooms already.
He doesn't make much of an effort to keep the noise down, having already found and stolen a chair, dragging it along with him as he digs for food, never letting it leave his arm's reach.
It's nothing like the shield he'd used before, or even the folding chairs he's more used to,
but the wood looks solid, so it'd be good enough to keep people off his back. ]
no subject
he is ready.
fear strikes at his heart, loud and true, but he wills himself to ignore it. he cannot greet death with any fear in his chest. the sickness is rough, he is cold, tired, and in so much pain. he ready is to be done. he must be.
there's a note. "one hour". then a message.
it urges him to take the medication.
however, the caretaker cannot do that. )
i am sorry. i cannot. please forgive me. you must take them.
know your place
Were it any other situation she would return to her room and leave him be, but the hunger pushes her on to find answers. Mei clears her throat, making no effort to hide herself as she enters the kitchen.]
I'm guessing... There's not a lot of food left?
[She forces a smile, along with the hope that there's something left for them to eat. Her room, the common room, everywhere else seems completely empty. If there's nothing in the kitchen then they're really stuck in a bad situation.]