JANUARY TEST DRIVE MEME

[oasismods]

"-̭̫̜̩̪̑̈́̓̌̐-̞͓̘̩͖̿́͒͑͘░͙͈̥̦̼̌̊̒̾̅░̨̢̠͙̖̉͊̽͌͝░̫͔͎̤̘̀̑͋͛̾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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[MOD NOTES: TDM threads may be used as game canon.]

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Thomas | The Maze Runner

[shuckit]

arrival/shuttle;

[ there's ringing in his ears, and thomas isn't sure if that's from the explosions he'd just ran from, the Flat Trans he'd just been shoved through, or whatever the hell is going on now, with the destroyed shuttle surrounding him.

this isn't where he's supposed to be.

he'd gone through the Flat Trans, made sure it was safe on the other side, he should be in a field of green, looking down a hill into a glade, surrounded by thick forest, with mountains and a view of the ocean not far away. instead, he's in some fried rust bucket, with a bunch of strangers strapped in all around. not all of them look like they made it through whatever happened here. it was supposed to be over. the chancellor said they'd go somewhere safe and start to rebuild. a real safe haven. WICKED was destroyed, wasn't it? then again, how many times has he been told he was "safe" to find that so, so, so very far from the truth? his chest aches, and the scrapes and bruises all over his person are starting to set in, adrenaline from the escape ebbing away, and thomas feels the crushing feeling of despair sinking in.

they'll never be safe. not really. not ever. they'll never let them go, will they?

first things first, though - those around him. with a groan, thomas stretches, popping his seat restraints off, grabbing the backpack beneath the chair, and pulling himself up to look to the person next to him. hands reach for their safety restraints, starting to free the person up, in case they're too out of it or injured to manage (not that thomas looks much better, considering he's pretty much been through hell and back very recently). ] Hey, you okay? Anything broken? Can you stand?

exploring;

[ thomas doesn't waste much time getting out of the shuttle and looking around. his mind is reeling, but still revolving around the same idea - WICKED, it has to be WICKED. at least, he's not seeing Brenda and Minho or Fry around, so hopefully they made it through to the safe haven. hopefully, it's just him WICKED stole. somehow. he's stopped questioning how they do what they do. if he had his memories, maybe he'd have a better guess, but he'd honestly rather have the confusion than risk becoming the person that designed all... this.

still, it's odd. usually, there's some instructions. some clues as to what they want them doing, where they want them going. what maze they want the rats to run through for cheese. or, you know, basic freedom and survival. here? nothing. just the shuttle, the pack of supplies, and ruins in the distance. so that's where he heads - the ruins. chances are, with WICKED, if he tries going anywhere else, bad stuff will be putting him back onto course.

thomas can be found picking through bushes, looking around at the trees, occasionally muttering to himself, like trying to take mental notes. if he happens to see someone struggling, he'll likely reach out to give them a hand. after all, that landing was apparently pretty rough. otherwise, he'll ask a question now and again to anyone who's nearby. ] Anything looking familiar to anyone?

ruins;

Hey! Guys! Listen!

[ there's a teenage kid, about 16 and looking like he's been through zombie infested hell and back already, that's clamored up on one of the higher ruins, cupping his hands around his mouth and calling out to those nearby. he might throw an acorn or two at people if they aren't paying attention. ]

The shanks that dropped us here obviously aren't up for answering any questions or getting us out, so we need to start working together. [ for a sixteen year old looking like he just went diving through a mind field and then fought a gorilla with knives for hands, lost in some dystopian earth, he doesn't actually seem that panicked. annoyed as hell, yes, but not panicked. ] The klunk supplies they gave us aren't gonna last more than a few days, even with rationing, and we need to get some kind of shelter worked up. There's animals around, but we're gonna need more weapons and people who can hunt if everyone's gonna have enough to live on.

[ as he talks, thomas digs through his pack some, where he's crouches on the ruined wall, frowning at what he's finding, though continues talking. ]

We need to start sharing what we know. The faster we pool information and skills, the faster we get out of here.

[ a pause, a blink, and he glances back up, lines of his features hard. angry. ]

The faster we find the slintheads who did this and let 'em know how we feel. [ aka stab them in the face, pretty much. it's pretty obvious he means stab them in the face. another pause, and he nods, before starting to crawl back down off the wall. ] Good that.

wildcard;

[[ idk hit me!!! ]]

[captain_america]

[There aren't many people who are quiet enough to catch him off guard- usually just Natasha can do that. There also aren't many people who are strong enough to actually push him and pin him in a hold he can't easily break out of. His brain is already assessing the hold trying to find a weak spot when he hears the person speak. He knows that voice. Bucky. He freezes as Bucky ruffles his hair and pulls away and then Steve is spinning.

He takes him in, he clothes, the hair, the look in his eyes. It's not vacant and it's not struggling to remember. He knows Steve.] Bucky?

[allthesame2me]

Mod, you are amazing!

[stabbyterms]

[ Okay. That panel is taking too long. Of course, that's only Gamora's opinion, but she isn't about to keep it to herself. ]

Move. I can get that open.

[ The way she says it doesn't leave a lot of room for argument (not that it's ever stopped anyone before). Chances are she'll be going ahead with whatever she plans to do in three, two... ]

[genuinepleasure]

[Okay, hold on.]

Lycanthropy.

[He repeated it just to make sure he'd heard right, staring at the other like he'd grown a second head. Did this guy really expect him to believe something like that? That sort of thing was just a myth--well, wait, so were aliens and people with strange abilities and gods.

Still.]

So..you're a werewolf?

[Sorry, Alex. He's just a little miffed by this.]

Yeah, I bet you can.

[Cue him rubbing his forehead now, eyes closed again as he allows this all to sink in.]

Okay so, you're the better scouting option, clearly. But we also have no idea what's out there so I don't want anyone going alone. I saw something over the trees but I couldn't really make it out. We may want to try finding a route to whatever it is.

[zimasoldier]

[Bucky hesitantly took Steve by the arm and pulled him close, hugging his life-long best friend.]

Yeah.

[He pulled away, a small smile on his lips. He'd been avoiding Steve for some time, trying to piece himself together, but now it was almost impossible to avoid him.]

The ship isn't SHIELD or HYDRA. I don't remember boarding or being caught. I don't have any of my weapons, and I don't think they planned for us to crash. Pilot's dead. Makes it a little difficult to get answers. The ship's leaking fuel and the city looks like it's been through hell and back from here.

[genuinepleasure]

[Even as dizzy and out of it as he is, it's hard to ignore the odd pressure of metal against him as he's caught and steadied. Clint frowns and tries to focus on the person helping him, attempts to figure out why he's feeling metal but it's not until he's sitting down that it all starts to fall into place.

His vision stops swimming long enough for him to realize who it is that had just guided him down to sit on some of the debris and his stomach immediately twists and his heart seems to be going a mile a minute now.

It figures. It just figures that he'd be stuck somewhere after a wreck with Steve's brainwashed buddy.

Clint's immediately attempting to stand again, wanting to put some distance between them as he reaches for--for nothing. He has nothing. He's defenseless and that doesn't make this any better.

Time for a new approach.]

What the hell are you doing here?

[Good. Perfect.]

[genuinepleasure]

Clint had been in the midst of helping a few others out of their seats when he'd spotted another young man struggling. No, he wasn't struggling. He was panicking. The signs were easy to read and the archer immediately made his way over, making a point to make some noise to try and draw the kid's attention to him.

"You aren't going to get anywhere like that, kid," Clint said in a gentle tone, keeping his hands where the other could see them as he knelt down a couple feet in front of Finn. "Need some help?"

He was already looking the other over for injuries, a small part of him relieved to find none. Good. He didn't have to add another to their injury roster.

o7 hello werekitty

[ownerofbb8]

He really hoped that someone else survived the escape pod. There couldn't have been a possibility of just him living through that. Being the long survivor would be rough but he could run into others. It didn't seem to be too much long of a wait for another person to come around. Poe ended up staying outside knowing the pod wouldn't explode. There was no power, the electricity that was damaged would have already sparked out causing other fires. It didn't appear to do that but the crash site by the pod wasn't the best to be around. The burning of blood and flesh made his stomach turn knowing that there would be some that didn't survive. He would considering himself lucky and anyone else that came along.

At the shout, Poe instantly turned his head over toward the young man. Finally someone was awake but he didn't appear to be in good shape. The sun reflected off metal that came from a little lower on the other. Metal? The pilot quickly got up from his sitting position and did a half jog over towards him. If metal was sticking out they needed to make sure it didn't hurt anything major. Once he was closer he stopped a few inches away. His eyes immediately scan over the piece of shrapnel that's sticking out of Alex's leg. There's not a lot of blood, nor was there really a trail of blood flowing after him. That was really strange.

There's a look of confusion, he points down toward the shrapnel before glancing up at Alex. "There's no blood." Why is there no blood? How was the other still standing and not seem to be in pain? These should be asked but Poe is still surprised by that fact.

[genuinepleasure]

[Clint had been so caught up in helping some of the other passengers that had been stuck under some of the broken ship get out that he hadn't even noticed the familiar face among the survivors. He mentally berated himself for not having realized it sooner. It should have been one of the first things he'd done but, then again, civilians had been hurt and in need of help.

In his book, that had been the main priority.

Easing his way out of the ship, Clint drops to the ground and straightens up with only a slight wince and a brief touch to his left temple, slowly making his way over towards where Steve seems to be taking stock of everything.]

Anything good out there, Cap?

wildcard

[limped]

[ Newt's bloody tired, his limp only increasing the pain in the rest of his body from being ragdolled in that stupid shuttle and since noticing that something about Tommy didn't completely add up, he's grown even more quiet than he normally is, trying to suss out if this is another trick. The back and forth in his head isn't easing his nerves at all, seeming to be unable to settle on whether or not he could even trust the boy he thought he knew pretty well enough.

They'd made those grievers, they'd watched them all that time, who knows what else they could do. Maybe Tommy had his memories back, maybe they'd turned him back against them... But they why would he be there with the others...? He couldn't keep watching his friends die, that hadn't changed had it?

He's so deep in thought, he hadn't noticed that they'd stopped walking, his legs following the same pace as Tommy's, and now he's... blinking because Tommy's looking at him like he's said something - shit... Blinking once, then twice, Newt stares back at his "friend." He opens his mouth to say something and then closes it, wetting his lips before he finally speaks. ]

I'm not gonna lie, Tommy, if you said something I wasn't payin' attention.

[ Honesty is a good policy, right? The knife hanging by his hip doesn't make him feel any more safe, if anything it makes him feel like the chances of conflict have gone up - maybe he should just give it to the other boy, let him murder him out in the middle of the forest if he wants. ]

[zimasoldier]

[The reaction was better than he had expected, but still something he wasn't sure how to deal with. Bucky raised both hands in a slight surrendering gesture to show he wasn't planning anything. Not that, if he really was, it would do much for the archer. He had countless unfair advantages over the man.]

Same thing you're doing here, I'd bet.

[nostalgiabomb]

[ Still, he frowns. Sure, he's not sure if he can trust her as far as he can throw her (he is, by all rights, a paranoid bastard and they've only just met), but he kind of doesn't like the idea of her flopping over from exhaustion. He nods to her bags. ]

There's a blanket in our little camping kits. Think you can use it as a covering?

[ As far as the best course of action goes, he peers around at the forest for inspiration. The desert at their backs doesn't seem particularly inviting, seeing as how it's, you know, a desert, which makes trudging through the forest a more obvious answer. It probably helps that others have already forged ahead. Safety in numbers or whatever, assuming those numbers didn't include any blood-thirsty psychopaths prepping to pull a Hans Gruber/Bill Clay double-cross. ]

C'mon. Looks like everyone's headed this way.

[nostalgiabomb]

[ He nods his agreement. Forests over deserts any day, fight him on that one. ]

C'mon. We'd better get going while we've still got daylight.

exploring

[unfridged]

Whole lotta green, that's for sure.

[ The voice comes from somewhere over him; if he's quick he'll spot the white-and-dark-purple hooded figure sitting on a branch.

Yes, she's sticking with the costume for now. ]

So no, not really clicking.

[zimasoldier]

Bucky nodded and moved to running the metal fingers of his left hand along the grooves of the panelling until he was able to hook them beneath it and pry the panel back. He was careful not to bend the metal, popping it up at each sealed edge until it was free and set it aside.

"Looks to be a good hike, especially with the wounded. If they have a chance of making it through on their own, they'll need to set the pace for the rest of us." He worked on another panel while he spoke, hissing when his fingers brushed a live wire, lighting the darkened cab with a spark.

"Some of this is still active. If there's a communication system left on this ship, it might still work. We could get in contact with whoever sent us here and get some answers."

"I'm..." He paused, thinking that one over long and hard. "James. I think." He leaned back and held out his flesh hand to shake Daryl's hand. "Thank you. You're the first real human contact I've had in a long time."

[dirtyredneck]

"Don't know anything about that," he muttered. "But if you got ideas on how to phone home, you go right ahead E.T. Won't hear no complaints from me."

Daryl stopped in the middle of his own work to stare at the hand offered to him. The guy didn't even know what his name was and admitted to having no contact with the living for a while. Hell, that sounded almost as fucked up as what they group had been through.

He wiped his fingers on his jeans and reached out to take the hand, give it a single firm shake before he let go. Was about to move on again when he squinted over at 'James', considering a moment, then said, "Got some questions for you. Three of 'em."

ruins

[phaselocknroll]

[ Maya has to give this kid some credit- she herself was absolute crap at the whole public speaking thing, but he was doing it with ease. He also seems to have a good head on his shoulders, and while no one seemed to be actively panicking, they were going to need all the level heads they could get.

So she steps forward, giving a small wave to draw attention to herself- as if the blue hair and tattoos didn’t do that enough already. ]

I can help with hunting.

padme amidala | star wars

[officio]

When Padmé finally finds her way to consciousness, it is with a soft groan and the realization something is holding her in place. Her eyes blink open, then shut again immediately, pain exploding behind her eyes -- and yet, that is far less painful than the startlingly clear thought at the forefront of her mind: she shouldn't be here.

And yet there is a seat at her back, a ship around her, for a ship it seems to be when her eyes finally adjust to the dim light. She passes her hand over her eyes before unbuckling the harness and standing up, shaky and uncertain, wincing at the pain moving her neck brings. (For her, the reason behind that is not whiplash; it is a planet clouded in fumes and lava, her throat constricting as she tries to gasp for breath.)

She moves her hands over her belly, breathes in, out. She doesn't know what has happened for her to be here, standing inside a ship she doesn't recognize, the sight of a planet she never remembers setting course on barely visible through the crack in the hull of the ship. She doesn't know, and that is enough to make her worry, because what could have happened to make her lose her memory of the recent events... but she is more than determined to find out. More than that, she needs to know.

Padmé Amidala has never been one to stand still when there is something to be done. She turns to look around, to whoever is next to her and conscious, whether in their seat or out of it already.

"What happened to the ship, can you tell me? Was it an attack?"

( will match format! )

[phaselocknroll]

[ She falls in-step alongside him, her gaze wandering as they walk. There were some plants around that looked fairly close to those on Pandora, but on the whole, everything was totally alien.

Of course, she finds it fascinating. ]

This place is kind of nice, for a potential deathtrap.

[ownerofbb8]

While scanning the outside a bit further, he spots someone sitting on the ground a bit further a head from the crush site. Poe covers the top of his eyebrows to get the sunlight away. The figure is wearing a jacket and one that he very well recognized. He's still for a moment. Again, he can't believe that they were together here. A small shout is released in Finn's direction.

"Finn!"

Poe starts to make his way over to the other. He doesn't stop moving and he only does once he gets in front of the other. There's a small pause as he drops one of the extra backpacks down in front of Finn. He squats as he opens it to dig for the water bottles inside. Once he finds one, Poe takes it out and bumps the end on the plastic bottle at the man's hands.

"Here, buddy. This might help."

[limped]

Nah, but it didn't hesitate to run me over either. [ All Newt can really think of is Bertha - the large blue truck with the horns fastened to it's front - running over them - it's not a very nice mental image, so he shakes his head a bit.

Dark blond eyebrows tug together, skeptical of the answer about healing. ] Before or after ya bleed out? [ Seems kinda useless for this shank to allow himself to bleed out, but Newt doesn't know him well enough to force him to take care of the injury, so instead he lets a soft annoyed chuff of air out.

When Alex gestures towards the torn hole in the ship, Newt nods gently in agreement, wanting to get out towards the light and see exactly where they landed. The teenager's mind is already running through possible scenarios when he hears Alex speak again. Offering help. The confused noise that passes his lips is quiet before it clicks. ] I'm fine. [ Right, his leg. ] You're the one bleeding, I should be askin' you that.

[ The blond holds his hand out to Alex, offering to help him up. ]

Gwen Stacy (Spider-Woman) | Marvel Comics

[unfridged]

Crash Landing!

[ She's in costume, so the moment everything stops shaking she'll stick to a wall and head to the cockpit, only to find the pilot dead. ] Damn.

Everyone else alright? Please be alright.

[ Next she starts checking on the other people in there. If someone's stuck she'll drop down and put that enhanced strength to work. ]

We need to get out of here. Usually this is the part where the crashed ship goes boom.

Nearing Civilization

[ Spider-Woman can be found up in the buildings, looking around at signs of further civilization. She's also internally pissed because she can't swing around here, and that seriously ruins her style. ]

Why do I get the feeling we're not gonna get cellphone reception here?

Out of the Suit

[ At some point does Gwen decides to change clothes, thanking whatever god let her carry her backpack over with her. It should be easier to get to know people while not wearing her costume anyway, right?

So she sets out to wander and see just who she runs into. There is no way this will backfire, nope. ]

Wildcard

(Oh Daryl, this isn't going to go well...)

[zimasoldier]

"E.T.?" Bucky blinked, looking startled and confused in one go. The references flew right over his head at mach speed. Was this the time for the 'I was born in 1917' talk? Not just yet.

When Daryl stated he had three questions for him, Bucky pulled away from his work and turned to face Dixon fully, to give him his undivided attention. "Okay. I'll try to answer if I can remember the answers."

ii

[officio]

[ the rudeness of his words does little to phase padme; after all, she is more interested in whether he's actually found something that might help this entire situation into something less of a disaster. she may not have grown up flying ships, may not share anakin's affinity for everything mechanical, but her knowledge isn't zero, either.

she approaches him with an inquisitive look, the heavy, intricate dress she's wearing entirely unsuited to the situation, but she doesn't seem to care, reaching for her flashlight and clicking it on. ]

Can you find something worth taking? I hope not everything was destroyed in the crash.