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Xistentia: Mod ([personal profile] spoofer) wrote2017-05-21 07:19 pm
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Test Drive Meme #1 (cw vehicular crash, moderate injury)

Test Drive Meme #1
Mere anarchy is loosed upon the world.

You don't need an invite to test
but please remember we're currently invite-only

CRASH LANDING

Exit one dimension, enter the next. It was chaos: pressure against your ears, light bending in an impossible, unimaginable way. The very molecules of your body vibrating against one another. If you have windows, the view outside makes no sense. Even if not, your hands, your face, your feet seem like an uncertain thing. It's the feel of reality itself tearing apart, reshaping, reconnecting, thread by thread.

And suddenly, there's a beach— or ocean, whichever you land in. Smoke. Fire. Salt water churning up, fizzing around.

Maybe you crash, in a ship wrecking into sand. Maybe you merely stumble out of a portal, a ragged wormhole in space. Or maybe you fall off the back of an incredible steed, some creature that carried you into this place. Either way, there's pandemonium around you. Incredibly, severe injuries are far and few between— nobody's screaming about the dead. But you might have to help pull someone free of wreckage, or move quickly to salvage burning belongings from the landing craft. Maybe it's the crafts themselves, that you're trying to salvage.

Likely, you don't know them, these other strangers who arrived here[1]. Maybe you don't trust them— you just came out of a dying world, after all. But you all have one thing in common: you're here now.

When you get a second to breathe, maybe you'll see it. The brilliant green forest across the sand. Beyond that, the glint of a faraway city.
INTO THE WOODS

Your first night at Xistentia does not feature five-star accommodations, but as the sun begins to set, the forest offers everything you need to survive. By now, you may even have met your daemon, who'll help guide you through this. There is fallen wood to make fires for warmth and cooking, any number of rabbits, deer, and fish if that's what you're into eating. Those very same animals also provide guidance as to what vegetation is edible, including a variety of vine mushrooms, fruits, and flowers. If you're the kind of creature that mostly eats other sentient creatures, well. Technically, there are a lot of those hanging out too[2]! Now and then, you'll see tiny, winged humanoid creatures the height of a finger dart in and out of view.

A resourceful group, the multiversal refugees have determined ways to create shelters, using wreckage, supplies, and basic survival knowhow. There aren't enough blankets to go around, but the weather is mild and the fires seem to keep out any aggressive creatures.


Things get quiet. This could be a good time to meet the others under less fraught circumstances. Maybe you'll see some familiar faces and reunite with others who fled from your dying world; maybe you'll meet someone new.

Try not to seek out and fight any Rock Trolls. It's still early.
ENTER THE CITY


The city is beautiful, even with the vines covering everything, the streams running down half the streets, the massive white deer leaping off under the highway overpasses. The architecture of the skyscrapers is incredible to look at, modern and sweeping. It's clear that terraced gardens were part of the building design, and some of the greenery that lines the street had been part of the original city plan. This is a city of great potential.

And it knows you're here. As you walk by, beacons like streetlamps begin to emit a gentle glow, registering your presence. No doors are locked, though you might find yourself chasing out nests of silver-winged birds and bug-eyed rabbits.

Here, you can claim empty shops or the clothing and other sales items inside of them. Apartment complexes aren't difficult to find in a range of sizes; nor are standalone homes, brownstones, loft studios. Penthouses may not feel like penthouses when there's a thin layer of dust growing on everything and a flower growing out of the sink, but you know what? Maybe that little bud is gonna be your first roommate.

It's the strangest thing. After a few days, the lights begin to work and the water begins to run, fully operational within the unseen sewer system. At some point, the keys to your house or residence are going to turn up. Your daemon will help you find what you need. F.A.TE.S. welcomes you.
NETWORK

By now you've settled in. You have some time to explore the city, the woods, and your new kit.

Chances are pretty good that your daemon is not a phone or a computer or a wax-sealed piece of parchment or a Howler, nothing with a convenient camera or a keyboard; it probably isn't even a pocket sized. Likelier, it stares at you with eyes that contain the lenses-- or powers-- of a camera, and some part of its body projects a holographic keyboard into the air. For those of us who are not accustomed to manipulating intangible light prisms, it's about as intuitive to type on as shaping a cloud with your fingers.

But here's your network access. Accessible to all your fellow travelers in XISTENTIA.

Misfires, typos, and blurry video footage are likely. Time to feel like a Luddite!
CHOOSE YOUR OWN ADVENTURE

hells yeah
Footnotes
  1. Some of these can be nameless, plot-device NPCs to facilitate interactions! But even in this case, please avoid gore in describing their current state of being. Anyone dead or catastrophically injured will have disappeared by the time your characters make it to Xistentia. There are no corpses or dying here.

  2. But like OOCly ask permission ofc.
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katniss everdeen | the hunger games ( eudio crau )

[personal profile] hangingtree 2017-05-24 09:55 pm (UTC)(link)
INTO THE WOODS
[ With soaked pant legs and boots, Katniss makes her way immediately into the woods. She doesn't have her bow on her (didn't have in back in Eudio, except the one she taught with at the Wolf's Den) but she breaks off a decently-sized stick to beat anything worrisome that comes near her with. It's not the best weapon, but she's had to make do before, she can do it again.

Her steps are quiet aside from the slight squelching of her boots. After making her way about ten yards into the tree line she stops, leans a hand against a nearby tree, and pulls her boots off. Then she continues on barefoot, boots in one hand and stick in the other. When she hears movement nearby - whether it's an animal or another person - Katniss freezes, squinting some as she peers deeper into the forest. She's not dumb enough to call out, but she's there, quietly watching and waiting to see what it is that's come near her path. ]


NETWORK
You are Katniss, correct?

[ The feed, blurry as it is already, shakes as Katniss spins around, a furious (or is that frightened?) look on her face, causing the poor creature to startle and jump back. ]

Who-- [ Her eyes narrow. ] What are you?

Your daemon, Katniss.

You say that like it makes any kind of sense to me. [ Her hands are clenched into tight fists at her sides, obviously uncomfortable and on edge, ready to break this thing's face. It seems like some kind of muttation and the thought makes bile burn the back of her throat. ]

I am your guide to the city, and your tool for accessing the network. It allows you to speak with other people and for you to broadcast messages, as is happening now.

The-- [ She scowls but stays quiet for a moment as her daemon pulls up the network menu, brings out the keys. And then she leans forward somewhat, inspecting it, almost forgetting that it's broadcasting.

Almost. ]


Who's out there? [ She's hoping for a familiar face but she's not holding her breath. ] Is there anyone from Panem? [ There's a brief moment as she presses her lips together, thinking. Then she adds: ] Or Eudio?


CHOOSE YOUR OWN ADVENTURE
hmu with whatever you want, dudes.
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Aaron Minyard | All for the Game

[personal profile] assumptions 2017-05-24 11:52 pm (UTC)(link)

Crash


( cw: blood )

[ Aaron is going crazy. That is the only possible explanation that there could be in this situation. One moment he'd been covered in blood and his word metaphorically coming apart to the soundtrack of his twin brother's hysterical laughter and the next the world was literally falling apart. How many seconds had it been between then and now that he fell onto the beach. He must be crazy. He doesn't bother getting up, just rolling onto his back to stare upward and ignoring the clamoring panic about where Andrew is -- because he doesn't hear him anymore.

How long does it take to go insane? ]


Half a fucking second...

[ It was a nightmare. How much of it is the nightmare? Is he awake yet? Is he insane yet? One of those things must have already happened and by the location maybe it was both because this doesn't look like the little starter apartment he started in in Eudio. There's more, he knows that, maybe he's intentionally forgetting something.

But what the fuck is he doing on a beach. He brings one of his hands up in front of his face, it's clean aside from now some stand sticking to it.]


Fuck.

Network



[ The video is unclear and shaky, the annoying bugger is hopping around just out of Aaron's reach. ]

You're doing what?

[ A close up of his forearm and a flash of his face. ]

Turn off right now!

[ Well that ends that and maybe now he can discover where the damned keyboard on this thing is. Does it have one? What he wouldn't do for a computer to just google with. ]

Wildcard



[ Hit me with your best shot! ]
Edited 2017-05-26 02:31 (UTC)
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Clarke Griffin | The 100 | OTA

[personal profile] nicknamed_princess 2017-05-27 04:00 am (UTC)(link)
[Woods]

[After crashing she wasn't entirely sure if this was better or worse than when they'd landed on Earth. The woods there hadn't been all that safe and she didn't think that these were any different. At least here there were no Grounders to try and take them out. Or at she hoped that was the case at the very least.

Despite being in pain from the crash she knew that she had to find food. A part of her wished that Bellamy or one of the others were there but she wasn't going to hold her breath on that. It wasn't like she couldn't fend for herself if need be.

It's halfway through the woods and going over the different vegitation that she finds it. Though she's not entirely sure what it is. For now, she ignores it only to have it follow her around. Something she'll worry about later.]

[City]

[The place looked like something that was rundown as far as Clarke was concerned. That little creature, the stoat, that she'd found in the woods was still following her and she'd resigned her fate to such. It seemed to watch her as if it was protecting her. Not that she thought she needed it. Or maybe it was following her for another reason all together. She hadn't, yet, tried to talk to it. Which is the whole reason why it hadn't said a word to her. Two could play the silence game after all.

She notices the glow and frowns slightly moving over to a building and finding the door unlocked. Who would leave their home like that? Was it someone's home? A part of her wanted to call out to see if anyone was there but she knew that wasn't a good thing. Knew that if she did it could end up in her death.]

[Network]

[She'd found a nice little place for herself and had been there for a bit trying to relax. Something that was harder to do here than it had been on Earth. Things just... she wasn't sure what to make of them. Not yet, at the very least. So when she sees the stoat watching her, she frowns.]

Can you not do that.

So now you talk to me.

[The blonde couldn't help but start a bit, nearly jumping out of her skin at the sound of the creature's voice.]

What're you...

I'm here to help you and record what goes on around us.

[She furrows her brows slightly and reaches a hand down intent on going for her weapon.]

You don't want to do that. Besides, we'll not get out of here alive if you do.

Was that a threat?

No, just an observation. Also, say hello. You're being recorded.
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DICK GRAYSON. ▎batman: arkham ( eudiocrau )

[personal profile] pleasant 2017-05-27 04:44 am (UTC)(link)
woods.

( unsurprising to everyone, the vigilante nightwing thrives in survival-type situations. it wasn't so long ago, then, that he'd lived in a world and a city overwhelmed with fear toxins, a single night built to destroy the entirety of the country -- thank you, scarecrow. of course, the sun rose and the dark knight came with it, the victor but also the loser in this way and that, his mask removed and his cape hung up to dry, the stillness of morning, and then

dick is, perhaps, just feeling nostalgic. reflecting on easier times, or maybe just the sorrows of yesterday. missing his father's grave, missing his fiance, missing the home and the life he'd made in gotham, built to be permanent. it should come with the job title that all things are fleeting, universes and worlds included. probably, he looks like a sad old man, the weariness of older age hanging on his shoulders, all at once feeling less like the child he has always been, and more like the adult he's been afraid to become. ( he has dreams about white picket fences and the bobbing of children's heads, a world without need or want for nightwing, and then he remembers, i can't live without it, anyway. ) he doesn't head to the city immediately. instead, there's a camp he builds himself just beside the outer ring of the woods, enough concealment found to stay under the radar from a wandering eye, but not invisible enough to not be spotted by people arriving to the city, lest they walk the same path he had.

there's also a baby elephant at his side, zitkad, frequently pffffbting. loudly.
)

choose your own adventure

( ota. open to writing starters, hmu up [plurk.com profile] fingerstripes )
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DAMON SALVATORE. ▎ the vampire diaries

[personal profile] disaffections 2017-05-28 06:48 am (UTC)(link)
beach.
( it's about during the whole rearranging of his entire existence thing that damon begins to really wonder why he bothered running in the first place. he'd planned not to complete the transition anyway — without katherine there would be no point to an eternal life, he'd only wanted to be a vampire for her — but there was something about emily's insistence, her tales of a great unmaking... he hadn't really wanted to die. he never has, he's just wanted katherine, and now...

emily convinced him that letting her magic him away would be better. better than what, damon doesn't know. never bothered to find out. just like he never bothered to find out her plan for stefan. he should have just stayed. he'd have been dead soon — will be dead soon. he's spat out onto sand, sun beating against his back, and he doesn't even move, doesn't twitch a muscle.

not long now. just a few more minutes.
)

choose your own adventure.
( ota, i'll write a starter if you need me to! )
Edited 2017-05-29 05:51 (UTC)
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Axton \ Borderlands 2

[personal profile] turretsexual 2017-05-28 11:48 pm (UTC)(link)
N E T W O R K
How's everyone doing? [He doesn't pause long, knowing this question will mostly be rhetorical. Anyway, he's got more important things he needs to discuss.] Super.

I've got... about a hundred questions, but I think the most pressing one is 'do we have any supplies?'. Namely, lube - not that kind of lube, though... -anyway, lube for mechanics. I don't have much to trade except some amazing companionship, but I'll see if I can interest you in something.

Second most pressing question... the lights and water are working, but has anyone found any alcohol? [And you get a little eyebrow wiggle action.]

Any takers for either of those... or I guess it was technically three things, gimme a shout.

Axton out.

C R A S H
[Either that ramp he'd just tried had turned out to be about a thousand times more insane than he'd anticipated, or he wasn't on Pandora any longer. Alright, things like this weren't unheard of where he was from, but it didn't help with how disoriented and sore he was.

He pushes himself up, bits of sand clinging to his face and arm, and tries to blink away the bleariness in his vision. Alright, his vehicle is a few feet away. Totalled. And he'd been thrown from it. Awesome.

With a groan, he gets to his feet and trudges over to it, pulling out his pack, extra guns, and of course the Misses, aka his turret.

And that's about the time he notices there are other people. Well, shit.]


Hey, you okay? [He had some medpacks he could spare.]

W I L D C A R D
[Whatever you want!]
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Marko | Saga

[personal profile] breakingvows 2017-05-29 02:22 am (UTC)(link)
crash.
[Marko tumbled out of the Pod onto his hands and knees, his blood dripping onto the sand from a number of minor cuts from the broken glass. His vision was spinning, disoriented and nauseous. Unable to get his bearings, he vomited on the sand before crawling away, pale and shaking.

Once clear of the wreckage, the clean, crisp sea breeze helped his mind, and stomach, settle down enough for him to take in his surroundings.

They'd crashed? How? He hadn't been flying anywhere... or even in a ship... He raises a hand to flag down the first person he spots.]
Please. What's going on?


network.
[The video is staticky, but Marko's face is clear enough. He's very obviously not human.]

Hey. I know everyone is still settling in. If you can call it that. I know everyone is still confused and trying to figure out what's happening.

I wouldn't be bothering you all, but this is important. Has anyone seen a woman named Alana. She's tall. Short hair. And she probably has a child with her. A little girl, a toddler.


wildcard.
[down to do whatever, where ever!]
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ʀᴇʏɴᴀ ᴀᴠɪʟᴀ ʀᴀᴍɪ́ʀᴇᴢ-ᴀʀᴇʟʟᴀɴᴏ | heroes of olympus

[personal profile] praecautio 2017-05-31 09:51 pm (UTC)(link)
CRASH LANDING.
[ it should have worked.

it would have worked.

everything had been in place. it wasn't a perfect plan, but it had been their only viable strategy. with the help of the pegasi, they were going to save camp half blood and heal the rift between the greeks and romans. not knowing if the seven would survive, not knowing if gaea would obliterate everything before they could blink, not knowing if her sister, or the hunters were still alive. she was going to get that forsaken ancient statue to the top of half blood hill if it killed her ( and it probably would have ), if the world hadn't started coming apart first. on the back of the immortal pegasus, she looked back at nico and coach hedge and decided. she wasn't about to lose anyone else.

and that's precisely how she comes into this new world, falling from the sky, from the solid weight of a pegasus beneath her. how accustomed she is to free-falling lately is odd. the panic hits first. pegasus is gone, so is the statue, and she can't spot coach or nico anywhere in the air before she hits the water's surface. once she's submerged and choking on saltwater, she sees every moment she's overcome flashing before her eyes, and if she sank like a stone, it'd be done.

but she's roman, and romans don't give up. nico and coach hedge need her. the seven, the camps, and the gods need her. when she break the surface gasping for air, her eyes burn, yet that's as easily attributed to the salt in the sea as it is to the worry she's trying to keep a grip on. she swims hard, stopping only when she reaches water shallow enough to stand in makes for the shore. there are survivors all around her, along with the wreckage, pieces that wash up here and there. they're in pain but they're alive. some are overwhelmed, others are helping the wounded to their feet.

reyna's searching for two faces in particular, but if necessary, she'll halt her search to lend her strength to those that require it. someone specifically pulls on her heart strings. this is likely the first time they've experienced a landing spot akin to a battlefield after the bloodbath, although, she doesn't spot any bodies. perhaps they're also looking for people that aren't here.
]

Take my hand. I can assist you.
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james t. kirk 》star trek (aos)

[personal profile] caelus 2017-06-01 11:26 pm (UTC)(link)
crash landing.

[ James Kirk has seen a lot of things in his life. He's seen planets swallowed whole by the void. He's met alternate versions of people he's known. He's seen the brink of war creeping up on an entire quadrant. If, three years ago, someone were to ask him what he thought the end of everything looked like, he would never have said this.

The swarm of ships that tore apart the Enterprise like paper and captured her crew like nothing. The planet taking up the whole of the viewscreen as the saucer section began to burn up in re-entry. He had evacuated the last of the crew to their Kelvin pods, and taken his own at the very last moment. He saw the Enterprise break apart on the jagged cliffs of Altamid, and as the pod began to descend everything changed sharply.

There's pressure in his head and too much, too bright light that forces him to close his eyes. Even in the pod he has to lift an arm to shield his face, and grits his teeth as a feeling not completely dissimilar to a transport washes over him. Jim lowers his arm to a view that can't remotely be possible and yet he's seeing it. There's an alarm that the thrusters on the pod have malfunctioned, and he braces as well as he can for the coming impact.

He's dazed when he comes to, but the pod is still mostly in tact. Slipping out of the harness, he undoes the latch to blow the pod door, and climbs out into chaos. It's a lot of information to process at once, but first things first, he gets into the survival suit in the pod, grabs his phaser, a tricorder, and a communicator.

He can worry about the rest later. Right now, the priority is helping others who seem to be in exactly the same predicament he is. There's someone stuck under the wreckage of something not far from him, and he makes a beeline for it, hunkering down to offer a reassuring smile, sweat already making his hair stick to his forehead: ]
Hey, easy. Try not to move so much, I'll see what I can do about getting this off of you.



enter the city.

( first part closed to spock: )

[ The trek through the woods wasn't as difficult as it could be, especially considering he'd been helping Spock along the majority of the time. While he's grateful to see the city come into view, it doesn't come without a sense of trepidation. It's overgrown, looks abandoned. For how long and why, he has to wonder.

He met this---creature when they were back in the woods. A daemon. Maybe a kind of android in the shape of a lynx. It trails along near to both of them, and helped him to locate some edibles the previous night.

Right now, Jim will take what he can get, especially if it helps him keep Spock alive. ]


Okay, here's a spot to sit, let's get you over there.

[ Humans aren't as sturdy as Vulcans are, but Jim is pushing through. He's a little rattled from the crash, maybe a mild concussion, but he's had worse from bar fights when he was still a dumb hick from a nowhere town in Iowa. It'll pass. Spock, however, needs a damn hospital, and an abandoned city doesn't ease the growing pit of worry in his gut. ]

( open to all: )

[ Jim had left Spock at the safest spot he could find, with a good view of the surrounding area in case there were hostiles, and gave him his phaser just in case. They also have their communicators, plus the robot lynx thing. This place is weird.

He's heading into what looks like a kind of supply store, and has to double back out at a flurry of animals who are disturbed that fly and run out. After they clear it, he goes back in, starting to look through what medical supplies he can get to help with that nasty wound his First Officer has.

In the process he finds a sheathed knife, and attaches it to his belt. After what he's been through the past couple of days, he's not willing to go out on a whole lot of pure faith. Caution will do just fine for now. ]



wildcard pick a card, any card.

[ Did I miss something you really wanted to see? Feel like catching up with Jim in the woods, or just hitting him up some other way in general? Go for it! I'm easy. ]
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network

[personal profile] tangleofgarlands 2017-06-04 09:32 pm (UTC)(link)
[He'd barely gotten used to the little mobile phones in Eudio that could be controlled by touch, like magic, and now he's sitting across from a little bird with a speckled belly that tilts its head curiously at him, then blinks, and from its eyes it projects what he recognizes--just barely, and only because of Amanda's help--as a keyboard, sitting in the air like a movie on a screen.

He finds it--not solid, really, but somehow tangible. It takes a few tries to figure out how much pressure to apply to the keys, and he feels clumsy and oafish doing it, but eventually he manages something passable. The bird, at least, doesn't seem to take offense.]


hullo. My name's Arthur, and I'm not really used to computers yet, especially not like this.
At any rate, I managed to bring a few of my records, but I couldn't fit my record player in my suitcase, so I suppose I'm in the market for one now.
I'm also looking for a woman called Amanda Perry. I'd like to make sure she's all right.

Lastly, if you'd like to tell it, I'd like to hear a story.
Thanks.
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[personal profile] shadowmarshalllucask 2018-01-07 09:16 pm (UTC)(link)
...Crash landed

[cue one distressed shadow Marshal named Lucas landing on the beach setting.]

Lucas’s OWL droid and now daemon floats straight up and lands above the man.]

... Sinclair ?!

... nothing but a big boom and pieces of whatever go flying as Lucas is now in a panic as he rushes away so he is not hurt as much. His droid comes to him as he points and it injects healing liquid into his wounds.

Lucas immediately pulled out his M32 combat knife checking for threats in the immediate area.

Once again a clock “Sinclair come in!!!!! A fizzle of his system answers him.
Alone and abandoned in a new world that’s not Vetka or new Helghan.

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