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JANUARY TEST DRIVE MEME

"-̭̫̜̩̪̑̈́̓̌̐-̞͓̘̩͖̿́͒͑͘░͙͈̥̦̼̌̊̒̾̅░̨̢̠͙̖̉͊̽͌͝░̫͔͎̤̘̀̑͋͛̾ȩ̨̬̙͛̐̋̀̕͜m̻̬͈̠͒̌͌̍͌͜ ̡̲͈̙̼̽̾͆̊̃f̖̟͉̲̪̈́̾̀̂̀ą̢̯̘̙́̇͑̈̋i̪̱̙̘̟͌́̄̊͘ļ̢̛̲͕̣͐̎̿͛u͕̣̥̘̳̓̃͗͠͝r͉̠̗͖̰̉̅͗̚͘ę̛̺̥̝̘̄͑̌̈́.̣̫͕̰̭̓͂̈́̓͊ ̟̗͔̟͋̿̒̚̚ͅA̠̫̬̼̣̒̇͛́̊l̫̬͎̤͈͑̀͂̐̆ë̡̧̝̺͖́̍̂͂͝r͙͍̱̫͕̆͊̾͐̕ţ͙̻̣̝͒́̄̈́͆!͕̫͓͉̹̌̍̽̂̓ ̧̛̲͎͖̳̌̆̾̏░͖̲̞̼̹̇̄̌̈́̊░̡͍͎͍̘̇̈́̕͝░̪͚̼̦̃̋͊̆͜͠è̛̞̬͙̠̖̊͌̂m͖̝̟̗̣̽̄̐̚͠ ̛̹̯͈̮̼̈́͊͌͠f̧̰̖͋̊̈̊̑͜͜ą̨͚͎̹̀̎̑͋́i̞̬͓̭̳̎́̓͘͠l̢͈̲͇͕̈́̆̐̌̈́ư̰̞͚̻̺̔͑̓̑ṛ͎̯͚̇̔̾̔̏͜ę̛̻̼̭͊͆̕͜͝.̯̖̫̣͔̔̋̔̽͠ ̺̼̟̲͌́͒̔̅ͅĄ̹̝̖̺̂̇̽̒͊ĺ̛̺̰̰̤͎̾͗͝e̛̗̭̻͕̹̓̔͆̆r̢̛͙͖̘̻̈̚̚͘t̰̲̠̖̻̉͂̆̓̇!̬̞̟͉̺̂͆̊͑͐"

You awaken to godawful static overlaying a female voice that's too monotone to be anything but a recording. The static makes it difficult to understand the warning, but it's clearly a warning if your surroundings tell you anything...

You're buckled into a sturdy seat bolted to the wall behind you. Around you, there are dozens of others like you, some awake and others still unconscious, but it seems most of the seats lining the walls are occupied. The lights are dim, likely auxiliary lighting, leaving you mostly in the dark. You smell smoke and hear the sizzling crackle of electrical systems popping and shorting out. Some of the seats were jarred off the wall, leaving the occupants either wounded or dead. Count yourself lucky all you have is a headache and various aches accounted to whiplash.

You appear to be in a drop ship or an escape vessel of some form but the pilot is dead and the hull bears a massive gash where it buckled under the impact and sheered off. Through the door-sized opening, you can see vegetation. The air that wafts in is heavy with a humid heat, but it's obviously breathable.

Once you make your way outside, you'll see greenery: Trees, grass, and shrubs tangled with vines that grow wildly and suffocate the trees they climb. In the distance, behind the ship, you can make out a sandy desert that seems to stretch on endlessly. Forward through the trees, however, you may see a crumbling wall, but more importantly, you'll see signs of civilisation. Buildings and other structures seem contained within those decrepit walls. Maybe the natives can fill you in on what's going on, because the last thing you remember isn't being in an escape shuttle. As a matter of fact, you don't remember much about your arrival or where you are. But it's going to be a bit of a hike, better get moving. Though you might want to grab the backpack of supplies under your seat before you go.

"W̞͓̝͓̓̀̍̒͘͜ȃ̢̗̪̤͇̔̃̚͝░̟͙̯̳̱̈͂̈́̈́͠n̬̘̬̤̠͛̅̈́͋͝i͓̟͈͎͙̐̆̈́̔̓n̡̟̤̟̤̑͐͋͐̚g̩̱͖͉̻͌͛̈͆̈́!̧̪̰͇̦̓̂̆̌͝ ̢͔̣̠̗̾̉́̌̒C̢̥̟͍͊͊͑̀̚ͅr̛͙̪̙̟͐̽̓̅͜i̫͖̻̣̘̽̑͂̾̎t̩͇̦̬̞͊̌̑̈́͝i̡̳̠̞̐̿̍̎̀͜c̡͕͙͕͕̓̊̌̾͘å̼̯͍̙̲̍̏̚͝l̢̥͉̮̙̋̆͐̆́ ̢̰̞͕̯̋̈́̈́̋͌f͇͔̟̻̈̽͌̒̉ͅa̳̰̠͉͔͒̑̈̈͘i̟̭̦̺͎̍̾̽̈́̐░͕̣̥̭͛̿̓̽̐ͅ░̰̪̠͇͍̆͛̀͝͝░̘̱̩̳̘͆̈́̆̀̚e̛̻͈̳̳̺̊̔̚̕.͙̟̳̼̾̀̅͊͊ͅ"

With that, the power dies, leaving the drop ship in the dark, crackling and groaning as the hull cools from its catastrophic re-entry.

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"Probably not a bad idea," she agrees with a flash of a smile before turning back to the last abandoned backpack she can find. It has about the same as the others. Seems like whoever brought them here hadn't planned for this catastrophic crash landing. Though they certainly didn't plan for an 'easy' stay either if the supplies given were any indication. It all keeps getting curiouser and curiouser.

"I'd like to learn, definitely," even if she has no intentions to since she isn't about to waste anyone's time that could be better spent. There were a lot bigger things to worry about than teaching her how to most effectively wield a knife. "It'd be a total bummer to survive this crash only to be taken out by something I could easily slash and or stab."

Edited 2016-02-10 04:36 (UTC)

Gamora, huh? That's pretty. Does it mean anything?

[ It's an idle, friendly question. Obviously, there isn't any recognition of the woman's name. Rose is oblivious to who she is in her world... though the green hue to her skin does, indeed, lead her to believe Gamora is otherworldly. ]

I was, uh, actually probably going to see what that foresty jungle type was all about. I can probably make a decent shelter out there.

[ ...Sure. ]

[ Never. Never ever. ]

Aw, shucks. I wouldn't know about that, but... Thanks for the vote of confidence. [ Ah, right, formalities. Might be a good idea to get those out of the way. ] My name is Rose, by the way. And you are?

[ He can smile. Thankfully for him, there will be absolutely no terrified screaming of any sort. The grin on her face only grows wider; it's so big it would probably hurt other people's cheeks just looking at it. Yet she can't help the unbridled joy at a nature spirit (alien?) before her. Her kind had such special ties to the earth that it was just... amazing to behold. Rose never believed anything like it was possible until now.

Soon as he raises his hand, she snaps back into the moment. The awe doesn't quite leave her but it's certainly more subdued than before. She returns the wave enthusiastically before stepping a few paces closer to Groot. The woman gives him another look over before deciding to try and communicate. ]

Hi! My name's Rose. Who are you?

Glenn felt a smile tug at his lips as he was told to be careful, even though Daryl knew he would be. The younger man gave a nod of understanding, happy to have his friend's concern on his safety. "Always." Unless something was blinding him to a situation, but that wasn't where they were right then; he had his head on straight, even if worry was eating at his soul beneath that calm.

"In and if nothing seems worthwhile, out again. Fast. No getting stuck. I got this, Daryl." He stated, before turning away and going back in to the vessel which had carried them to this place.

[ How sad, so sad. ]

If you ever feel like it I’ll always be happy to help you out! [ In any way possible. ] It’s Yukimura! It’s a pleasure to meet such a pretty lady as you, Rose-chan!

Daryl snorted, studying her a little more obviously now, "Ain't nothing easy about defending yourself. Not for most people. Not if they're being honest."

He couldn't quite tell if she had meant that comment to sound dismissive and sarcastic, or if it was meant to be genuine and she was just distracted by what she was doing.

He waited until Glenn disappeared into the wreck before dropping his head and shoulders and heaving a tired sigh. It was as much relief as it was exhaustion. More on the mental level than physical. The stress of being alone and not knowing what happened to his people was alleviated somewhat just by Glenn being there. Still a lot of unanswered questions, but Daryl no longer felt like he had to shoulder it all alone.

He might be making new people a part of his group, but having someone he already knew and trusted went a long way. Gave him room to breathe. If only for a moment.

He'd have to remember to introduce everyone else to Glenn once they were at the camp for the evening. Make it clear that Glenn was his second and they were to listen to him. Chain of command and all that shit. Bucky would definitely follow it. He was pretty sure on that, the way the man acted. Not so sure about Athena or Captain Star-Spangled, but he could deal with that later.

[ The truth is sad sometimes. Though back to the matter at hand. Yukimura, huh? That sounds... distinctly Japanese. His clothing also indicates as such. Hm. ]

Good to know. Thanks, dude. [ She offers up a pleasant smile. ] Hah, I don't know about pretty, but... it's nice to meet you too. You heading out into the forest too?

It was honestly a blend of both. He'll come to learn - if she lets him - that most of what she says is deceptively dismissive with a lot of underlying truth. She definitely knows he's right. In a sense. Defending herself back then had never come easily... but mostly because of the cost.

"Is it easy for you?" she asks, glancing at him from where she's working.

Daryl shook his head. Sliding the knife in... it could be simple. With experience it could be damn simple. Riding a bike simple. But it was never easy.

That's... what? That's incredible. And kind of impossible seeming. You can really do that?

[ as if she has any reason to lie about it? it's less disbelief of her, more 'holy shit what even is the world anymore'. he's seen plenty of things that probably should be impossible by now, and yet, the fact someone figured it out to make it happen sort of thrills him. in a nerdy kind of way. ]

How's it work? Is there like a device or an implant or something? [ because even telepathy is something that spawns from technology, where he's from. and he should probably be looking for that weapon, and he is, kind of. in the vaguely sweeping eyes across things sort of way. ]

"Good to know." That he's like 'most people.' That is isn't easy for him either.

"Welp! I've found what I can. A lot of water, dried food, and survival junk like, uh, rope and whatnot. Probably should start divvying it up or... whatever is best."

"Keep what you can carry," Daryl waved a hand at her in a shooing motion. "Don't burden yourself so much you cain't run if you gotta. Leave the rest. Water's the priority. Head on out to where the others been walking off to. Plenty of trampled plants to follow."

She can't is the first thing that comes to mind. Only Rose realizes she can but doesn't necessarily want to. These supplies could be given to people with better use for them than her. She could get by alright with what's already in her pack for now, so... She'll take the extras but doesn't plan on keeping them.

"Roger that!" she replies while beginning to stock up. "What are you going to do? Probably not a good idea to stick around here too much longer." Cue a conveniently timed groan from the hull of the ship with a flicker of dim lighting for extra effect. Hm, yes, it really sets the "we're all doomed" mood she has to say.

He glanced back at the ship, not looking all that worried about it despite the groaning. He figured if it hadn't blown up already, it probably wasn't going to before the sun set. They still had a few hours before that happened, if his judgement of the time was at all correct. And he was pretty good at judging time.

"Got some things to take care of," he answered as he moved a few steps to stand between her and the pile of supplies he'd be grabbing for himself and his group. Just to make sure she didn't try to take from it as she got her own together. "I'll leave when I need to."

[ Very Japanese, yes. He didn't act very Japanese though, much to the dismay of his brother, father, and his Braves. They all were constantly annoyed or upset by his flippant nature. ]

No problem dear~ [ Now why would she not agree to that-- ] I believe that you are very pretty. [ An honest smile. ] And I am, yes! Would you mind if I accompanied you?

[Another shucking Trial.

That's all Minho can think about as he unbuckles himself from his seat and drops down to his feet. Sirens bodies smoke blood warnings sparks green. He sees it, like a wound in the flesh of this world opening onto another. He takes a step closer and, as if on cue, the chaos cuts out and he's left in relatively stifling darkness and silence. Swearing, he closes his eyes, lets them adjust, and then looks around for... anything. He notices the backpack beneath his seat and grabs it before eyeing the pack beneath the seat of the corpse next to him. He'll be taking that, too, since it's not doing that sorry shank any good. No one else is hanging around to fight over supplies, either, and Minho hopes he isn't far behind everyone else.

Back to the green, so much green that he hesitates to step out into it. The Glade had been green, but not like this. He'd always thought that Glade was an oasis, but this makes it look like a stunted desert in comparison. It's beautiful, and unfamiliar, and probably deadly since WICKED is behind it. They have to be; they're behind everything. But it's better than the Scorch and, he hates to admit, seems better than anything they'd come up against since leaving the Maze.

He steps out and looks around him, unsure where to go or how he even got here. He hadn't recognized any of the bodies in the ship, but he hadn't had much of a chance to really look. Newt. Thomas. Did they survive? Was this another mind game? Glancing at his feet, he sees a long, thin piece of metal that must have come away from the ship. He grabs it and stuffs it down the side of one backpack for later, feeling better for having a makeshift weapon.]

This is jacked. I hate feeling like a damned Greenie.

[The worst part is being alone, something that hasn't happened in years. If he was more self-aware, he'd reflect on how co-dependent that was of him. But he's not, so instead he puts one pack on his back and holds the other in his hand as he starts jogging in the direction of that big dammed wall. This place is getting more and more familiar with every step.]

[ thomas had seen the second shuttle come tumbling out of the clouds, lit up with heat from the scraping through the atmosphere on it's way down from the sky, and he'd ran for it. probably not the greatest idea, considering this forest is, you know, infested with not-cranks. walkers, according to Daryl. zombies, to some others here. they're not cranks, because there's nothing like people left in them, which thomas feels a guilty relief for. maybe because that means they aren't still trapped in there, fighting for sanity, but largely? because he doesn't have to touch down shame and sorrow when he knocks their heads in.

luckily, he doesn't run into any of them on the way, not that that'll make a difference when Newt berates him for dashing off like this, once he gets back. but the fact was it's a shuttle, like the one they came down in, and even if it doesn't have any people or any supplies or anything to salvage from it, maybe it'll have a clue. anything to answer the swarming questions and help solve the riddle of just what the hell is going on here. for that, he couldn't hold back from the want to figure it out as soon as possible. and probably lend a hand if that thing fell right into a herd of zombies.

the familiar poofy fluff of dark hair thomas spots as he clears the last line of trees and bushes, though, hadn't been what he'd expected, or, even, what he'd hoped. ] Minho? [ he'd been trying to convince himself that minho had to have made it into the safe haven with the others, if he didn't land with here with him and newt. that at least he could be safe, and done with all of this crap. no such luck.

but despite the crappy circumstances, that doesn't mean Thomas isn't damn happy to see his best friend. not like this is new to them, and he jogs right up, calling out before he shoves at the former keeper's shoulder in greeting. ]

Minho! Took your sweet shuck time getting down here. You okay?

Edited (omfg typos) 2016-02-13 05:58 (UTC)

She nods with a faint smile.

"No offense taken. But you must realize that while some of us tend to the wounded, the others will have to do something, as well. And we can't afford to leave this ship without knowing we've taken everything worth taking with us." Because with a crashed ship like this... they can't know if the engine has been damaged, if the ship is about to blow up any second. They can't rely on the idea that they can come back and find the ship intact later on.

"And not everyone might agree to stay together." She frowns as she says that, knowing it would be in everyone's best interests... but there are always those who don't trust people, who want to stay alone. And they can't force them to stay if they don't want to.

"But you're right - we must find shelter."

"It's nice to meet you, Athena." Her smile is small but genuine, and where someone else might be surprised at a child speaking with such self-assurance or an air used to command -- not Padmé. After all, she was like that at only fourteen.

So her response is to nod and follow Athena, climbing out of the hole with some difficulty.

"Well... at least the atmosphere here is good for humans. That is a relief." And there is a forest, vegetation, probably water -- as far as luck goes, theirs was pretty alright.

[ When Tommy ran off with not even a brb, leaving Newt to watch, and unable to actually case after him. Newt was beyond pissed. He'd headed into the forest without anyone else and with no bugging explanation - of course Newt was smart enough to put two and two together to make the shuckiest four.

Nothing got done whilst Tommy was gone, Newt stood guard by the gate, working on crank control, killing the ones that showed up and helping the other move the bodies out of the way. His main attention is on the forest past the ruins. Anger wells up in him when he sees that familiar Glader break into view, and if it weren't for the second familiar Glader that was next to him, Newt might have headed over there to greet them... For some reason he couldn't bring his feet to move until they were in earshot.

The branch that he'd turned into a makeshift spear is in his hand as he headed towards them, the expression on his face unreadable for the moment until his hand surged forward, shoving Thomas back as his bad leg swiped at his legs, causing the runner to go down fairly easily. Without sparing Minho so much as a glance, he jabbed the butt of the spear into Thomas's abdomen, mindful to keep it away from where he knew would cause more pressure against the healing wound on his back. Anger. Anger was written all over his face as he spat out a scolding about leaving into the forest alone.

When he was done with Thomas dark eyes then found Minho again, softening almost immediately and looking at him with guilt. He'd thought it would be impossible to save him. Everything itched in him to hug him, or reach out and do something. A smile and a "good to see ya," was all he could come out with but the look he gave afterward was probably enough for Minho to know he had more to say later. Minho would hate him if he'd known that he hadn't a damn clue what to do when he'd been taken. If the roles had been switched, he was sure Minho would have known exactly what to do. He'd left then, not exactly giving him the warm welcome he'd prefer to - maybe when he was in a better mood. Spending most of a day stressing over Thomas and killing cranks kind of turns anyone foul.

Later comes faster than Newt had prepared for and he nearly jumps out of his skin when he bumps into Minho within the city, lost in thought. He's far too glad the shank isn't one of those ugly drooling things before it sinks in that he was really weird with him earlier. Swallowing, his eyebrows draw together in mild discomfort as he draws a hand up to chew at already blunted nails. ]

Settling in okay? This buggin' place gives me the creeps.

[ Bottling things up never hurt anyone, right.... Right? Hahahahaha. ]

Ran into the desert? Into the Scorch?

The reason we were in the Scorch was because WICKED was gonna slaughter us if we didn’t. Not that it really saved us much. [ winston, jack. they went in with about 19, and came out with less than 10. ] How can you not remember that? The Underground? The lightning storms? Those things in the tunnel?

[ thomas couldn’t sear them from his mind if he tried, and oh, he has. Winston’s screaming, the sight of Jack blown to pieces, still alive. it makes his stomach turn thinking about it, and for a moment he looks like he might need to throw up, before he takes a couple of deep breathes. pausing, his eyes slipped closed, he tries to center himself, calm his head, pay attention to everything Newt’s telling him. Ava Paige alive. He talked to her. The went into the desert on their own.

Teresa-- told them? What? At that, his head snaps back up, looking Newt over with something that’s practically wounded. His mouth opens, ready to dispute that, and then the single word that’d been the source of all of this horror comes up. cure.

wounded starts to look a lot like angry. ]

There is no cure. There never was and there’s never going to be, and they’ll kill all of us trying to find it. [ his voice is surprisingly even, low, with something of desolation in it. if there had been a cure, and thomas had left it, and let what happened to newt come to pass, he wouldn’t be able to keep putting one foot in front of the other. ] That’s what Ava Paige knew. The only time I’ve ever heard anything from her was the notes she left after she stopped the operation. And a map to the Flat Trans that’d take us to a safe place.

[ it was there, he saw it. he’s breathed in the clean air and felt warmth on his cheeks. god, it was so close. it’s as he’s lost, thinking about safe haven, that newt brings up the tattoo, and thomas’s eyes go wide, staying still long enough, in shocked silence, for Newt to probably look over his tattoo. that was one of the first things they found, after the maze. newt shouldn’t even know anything about the scorch or the flare or ava paige if he hadn’t seen the tattoos yet. with a snapped, jerked movement, thomas reaches out, gripping Newt’s shirt and pulling him forward to yank down the back collar of his shirt. nothing. ]

...You’re supposed to have one. We all had one. [ so this isn’t the same body. it can’t be. pulling back, every ounce of wariness and suspicion is written on his features, and thomas grinds out. ] Who the hell are you?

Maybe it’s not you. Maybe it’s me. [ he’s wishing and hoping it’s him with the false memories. even with all the scars lingering (that could be cosmetic). he’d so much rather things went the way of Newt’s memories than his. ] Maybe we’re both jacked. Shuck, maybe we never even knew each other before this.

[ a depressing thought that automatically sours him, thomas’s features scrunching, like he’s tasted something rank. no, he doesn’t want to start doubting that. he can’t. he told himself - he’d trust newt and minho only, from now on. they’re his best friends, they’ve been everything to him. if he can’t trust them, he’s going to lose his damn mind. even if it’s something WICKED built into his head, it’s all he has right now. so he has to hold to it. ] We can’t know one way or the other, not ‘til we find some answers. So we stick with what we know, okay?

[ like the glade all over again. newt had told him, then, that it doesn’t matter what already happened. just what they do from here out. so that’s what he’ll do. he’ll look out for his friend and he’ll try to get them both to a safe place, and that’s all that matters. it’s all that can matter right now. all his sanity has room for. when newt goes to take a break, thomas is still bustling with nerves and tension, so he stands, pacing some, as he turns the knife around in his hands, thinking. ] Yeah. Got a killswitch on it too. Makes you go whacker if someone tries to take it out. Nearly stabbed Minho where the sun don’t shine when we removed mine. It was like being trapped inside my own body, watching my hands do stuff I couldn’t stop.

[ and that’s when he hears the clunk and oomph, the familiar sound of a teenage boy landing flat on his face. he’s halfway to asking him what the shuck he’s doing when the thing from the bushes comes crawling out, leaping at his friend.

crank is the first thing that screams to his mind, and thomas’s arm is moving before he even thinks about it, the knife thrown like gally had, like thomas have back in the compound and thunking perfectly into the side of the crank’s head.

but that’s not all, because thomas has been terrified of this since the second he saw newt alive and well again. the flare, cranks, and of it touching him. having to watch him decline all over again. having to… having to send him to a more peaceful death, again. he’s running, and a shoe connects in a hard kick to the ribs, sending it flying a couple yards to the side, and thomas looks straight up murderous, twisted in with such fear. he follows the body, already limp, and grips the knife to pull it free, just before stabbing it at least two more time, another in the head, and one in the chest. don’t effing touch his friend, okay?

his hands are shaking, eyes wide, when he turns back to newt, about to lurch towards him, before realizing there’s blood on his hands. more fresh than all that’s dried on his clothes. ] Are you okay? Did it scratch you? Bite you? Did you breathe in?

[ ‘until there’s no one left to live’, his mind supplies, and there’s a pang in his chest. that’s how they’d left their world. the government had been slaughtering the immunes left to try to find a cure in them, and if they stayed, the human race would have been doomed. so the immune left, and the rest of the world, however far away, is alone to struggle through the end of it. as much as that world was cruel and sick and twisted, he can’t help feeling guilt for it. ]

I’m sorry. [ it feels like it doesn’t mean much, and the emotion of it all is written on his face. thomas was never very good at concealing that. even with all they’ve been through, he’s still just a kid. a silent moment settles, thomas not sure what else to say that wouldn’t sound pathetic, and eventually, he clears his throat, moving on to the present. problem at hand. put it behind him and work on something. that’s how he survives. ]

Well, that shuttle sure as shuck didn’t come from nowhere, so there’s gotta be at least some people around here. We got this tech-- [ he tugs the ear piece free, holding it up ] --Maybe we can find a way to contact them.

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Minho | The Maze Runner

SCREECHES RIGHT ON INTO HERE

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SLAMS JEN TO THE GROUND TO GET TO YOU hello my sweet wildcardin' you a bit

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