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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.
Zevran Arainai | Dragon Age
[He woke up to cold. His body shivering as he pulls what little he has to body. He feel the furs against him, but it doesn't stop the goosebumps rising. He can see his breath as he breaths, each suck of cold air hurt his chest. He was use to the cold Ferelden nights, but this was a little ridiculous.]
Maldito.
[His teeth chattered as he stood up, his hands rubbing at his arms to try and get some friction and heat between his skin. His ears start to hurt as the cold gets to them as well. His eyes glance around the room and he picks up whatever he can that looks warm. A blanket, a rug, some towels-- whatever he could find honestly. It was only when he completely covers his body in linen that he went to the door. It was locked.
His one weakness. He sighs heavily as he stares down at the lock. The Warden and Leliana had taught him some lock picking, but without his tools that was all useless. His stare narrows to a glare the longer his gaze is fixed on the lock. He didn't know why the guides locked him in, but he didn't appreciate it at all. He isn't sure why it makes him so angry or why it only takes only a quick body check against the door for it to open. So much for locks.]
Hello?
[It's so quiet. He isn't sure why. There were dozens of people with him before. They couldn't have all left, but after checking every room he sees that he is indeed alone. He don't think too much about it, he's use to this so he moves on from it quickly. He needs to get supplies and move out, but looking though the kitchen proves to be worthless. There is nothing left.
He's standing on top of the counter, searching for anything he can use, when he hears a noise. Foot steps. He reaches under his many layers for the knife at his belt. His fingers wrap around the hilt of the blade as he draws it out. He pivots on the balls of his feet towards way he heard the footsteps. His hand with a blade moves across body, blade pointed outwards, in a defensive position. He's ready for a fight, but he pauses when he sees it's another who had been in the group. Guess they were both left behind.]
Oh. [His arm falls back to his side.] Is this what is called the 'short end of the stick'?
know your place
Bucky hadn’t gone far before he’d been surrounded by the coalition and the explanation he’d received had been decidedly lacking of anything resembling truth. He kept his guard up, friendly or not, they could be an arm of hydra. He had to play it smart, careful. Paranoia was an old friend and this island, the reach, ticked it up in droves every passing hour.
Settling into the tower was easy but becoming comfortable with his roommates wasn’t going to happen. He spent more time outside than he did inside but never went too far south, uneasy with the haze and what it could do.
As cold settled in and around their makeshift home, Bucky had to exercise a lot of control not to break his way free. He didn’t want to be confined, trapped inside such a small space. He’s stretched his supplies along but frustration gets the better of him and his metal arm makes easy work of his door. He didn’t need a nudge to want to get out. Bucky heads down to the first floor and finds a blond, another that he’s seen but never spoken to, crouched into a defensive position on the counter.]
Guess so.
[Buckys eyes don’t leave that knife.]
Wanna put that down?
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[He puts the knife back into it's sheath at his belt. He jumps from the counter top and lands with knees bent. It's then that he gets a good look at the man. He's seen him before, a handsome man. He's wanted to speak to him but each time the other sneaks away before Zevran can say a word.]
Did you hear anyone leave?
[He was glad to see he wasn't the only one who hadn't gotten the memo.]
Also, how are you not freezing right now?
[Zevran still felt the need to pull the blankets closer to him. It was just so cold.]
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No. [Not a peep. Bucky hadn't checked each room on the way down and as unusual as that might be, he doesn't mention it.] I'm used to the cold.
[That didn't mean he liked it, but he could make do for now. His body would tell him when it became too much.]
Are you hungry?
[He was. To the point that it was becoming an issue and the strangest part was that he's gone much longer without eating than this.]
We should find food or some other people.
[Stepping back, body angled to keep the stranger in view, he heads over to the window behind the couch. The glass is frozen over, fractals of ice obscuring the world outside. Going by what they'd been told, the Reach was in warmer climates, it shouldn't have dropped this low and definitely not so quickly.]
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[Which is odd. He has gone days without food before, and he knows it hasn't been long since he ate. But it feels like a week has past since his last meal with the way his body is reacting.]
There is little here though.
[He says as he gestures to the empty cabinets.] They left us with nothing it seems.
[Their only option was to leave, and try to find the group or food. Whatever they happen upon first. He takes a few steps towards the other man, still keeping his distance for the other's sake. He can tell from his body language that he is tense and unsure of this. He peers out of another window, the glass is cold to the touch as he wipes the fog from it.]
It looks like a frozen wasteland out there.
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If the haze was dangerous why did they force them all to stay here? No boat ride out and sometimes they brought others in. For a place that was obviously affected by something no one understood, the coatliton was oddly alright with subjecting them to this life. Bucky stiffens when the other approaches but stands his ground.]
We can make it.
[To where? Anywhere but here. Bucky didn’t want to be Idle when this sharp hunger grew more intense.]
Something isn’t right. We can’t stay.
[A pause, he turns to face the blond.]
I’m Bucky. We need to work together.
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[They couldn't just walk out with nothing. They would surely die then. Zevran really wasn't on planning that. He takes two of the blankets that he has gathered on his body off and with a smile he offers them to Bucky.]
Well met, Bucky. I am Zevran, but my friends call me Zev. Here, even if you are use to it. I bet that handsome face doesn't look good with frost bite.
[He starts to make a mental checklist now. They had some protection from the cold, but they would need weapons just in case something happened, or if they could hunt. He's already grabbed a kitchen knife, but a few more wouldn't hurt. Maybe he can even find a bow if he is lucky.]
We should search the rooms before we leave. Something of use could be there.
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Thanks.
[His voice is gruff, but not because he isn't genuinely thankful, he's just not accustomed to kindness or any bit of human decency. It was hard enough to adjust to T'Challa being that way with him before he went under and woke up here.]
Lets go together. [If they split up it put them in a position to get hurt and Bucky didn't like the idea of not knowing where the only other living person was.] Gather what we can and decide how we're going to do this.
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Understood.
[He might as well mention what he has found so far.]
I've a few knives, but that's all. Would you like one?
[Zevran wouldn't like to be the only one unarmed in this place. He starts to move again, towards the doorway to search the other rooms.]
If we are lucky we might find a bow or blade.
[His lack of knowledge about modern weapons is showing.]