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Oᴀsɪs Mᴏᴅs ([personal profile] oasismods) wrote2016-03-01 02:19 am

March Test Drive Meme



 Test Drive Meme #2

Fire and Ice



Days. Four of them, to be exact. Those four days--four days and four nights--have been nothing but rain of varying intensities, but it hasn't stopped. It pours down in heavy torrents, sweeping away the grime and decay of the crumbling city. It floods the banks of the oasis and it drowns all nearby plants. To the point; it's a right pain to anyone hunting for game. Everything has taken refuge to higher grounds. Well, everything except the infected. They seem confused by this phenomenon. It rouses them from their dormant states and pushes them to be more active. If you find yourself out and about in the rain, you may want to bring a decent weapon with you and a friend to watch your back. Or to trip should you find yourself in trouble.

What's worse than all that precipitation, you ask? Why would you even ask that? Haven't you seen a single horror movie? Well, since you asked; what's worse than rain is hail. How could that possibly make the situation more dire? You aren't worried about the insurance on your car, so who cares? You're sure full of dangerous questions, aren't you?

Hail impacts the ground, the buildings, the cars, and the wall with a mighty raucous. The sound as it hits the pavement is deafeningly louder than the sound it makes when it impacts the waterlogged earth, slowed by the trees blocking its descent. It won't take long at all before the group of survivors holed up in the city will notice a mass of shambling Iraites beginning to congregate against the walls and gates, attracted by the noise. They're toppling over each other and pressing against the boundaries. The gate looks like it might buckle under all that weight like a dam about to burst. You might wanna do something about reinforcing that gate, or maybe even start taking out the horde if you can. There are still hunters and gatherers out in the forest. If they come back to this mess, they'll never make it into the city alive.

If that's not enough trouble, you suddenly have another problem. Between the rain and the hail and the infected, a loud crack of lightning hits a tree near one of the crash sites. You can see the smoke all the way from the city and it lights up the edge of the forest. But that's so far away, how could it pose any trouble? You ask, because you obviously have a death wish. Well friend, you may recall a certain crashed shuttle in about that very direction. Such a thing is leaking some rather potent accelerant. Find a way to contain that fire or you won't have to worry about the infected anymore. You won't have to worry about much when the blaze takes out the forest and creeps through the city with a lazy hunger that cannot be sated.

[Mod Note: Pick any scenario, mix and match, or combine them all into one chaotic mess of death and mayhem. Feel free to do a crash scenario from the first TDM. Enjoy~]


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peacekeep: (whisper)

[personal profile] peacekeep 2016-03-08 05:01 am (UTC)(link)
Beth hit the ground hard and didn't try to pick herself up. She was lost in a place she didn't know, she had just been cast aside by the man she trusted just as much as her own blood, and she was emotionally drained. She had no idea how to proceed from here, and didn't bother coming up with a plan. She sat in the mud, with the rain falling down on her, and curled up and cried. She would pick herself up eventually, but she had to give herself time to fall completely apart before she could put herself back together again.
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[personal profile] dontdrink 2016-03-08 05:02 am (UTC)(link)
If Murphy had made a joke, he'd have likely gotten another smack to the head and some choice words, Connor's worry shifting into anger. He didn't though, and instead the only thing coursing through Connor's soul was comfort in the knowledge that the Lord was still looking out for them, wherever they were.

"No, none," he answered, tilting his head back to look up at the sky and try to wash some of the clinging mud off his face. His efforts were rewarded by a shower of hail falling down around them, causing him to shout and jerk an arm up to shield his face. "Fucking hell, what the fuck is this?"
Edited 2016-03-08 05:04 (UTC)
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[personal profile] peacekeep 2016-03-08 05:06 am (UTC)(link)
She told herself that becoming smitten with an Irishman with a face that could've belonged to Daryl's younger brother was a bad idea. But he was just so kind and gentle that she could look past the language he sometimes used. She held back her smile as much as she could, but wound up brightly doing so anyway as she took the knife back from him.

"I believe I was," she drawled out, holding the knife loosely so she wouldn't cause the bandages he'd just put on to bleed through. "Stay close, alright?"

There were cars abandoned in the street up ahead and Beth wasn't sure she wanted to navigate her way through them. She had heard stories from Carl and seen things come out from under and around abandoned cars that she hesitated and looked afraid to proceed. She had to be brave and strong, because Murphy thought she was badass, so she took in a shuddering breath and proceeded on ahead. She tried to slowly move her way around and between the cars, jumping in the air every time she thought she heard a sound.
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[personal profile] dontsmoke 2016-03-08 05:22 am (UTC)(link)
"Fuck!" Murphy's own curse followed as he curled in towards Connor to hide himself. The rain hadn't been all that cold before, but now that the hail was joining it, he was wondering if it had just been his own heart racing that had made him feel so warm. His arm reached out to cover Connor's head as the hail continued to come down.

"I don't fucking know. I just woke up in Spock's fucking coffin. I don't even know how I got in there!"
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[personal profile] dontsmoke 2016-03-08 05:27 am (UTC)(link)
Murphy kept to her back, following and turning his head to look at everything they passed. Equally as worried, but not as jumpy. At her first startle, he set a hand to her back, between her shoulder blades. Silently let her know he was still there and she wasn't alone. That he was trusting her.

After a little bit of walking and jumping, his eyes set upon a broken window and the wood that had once lined it. He tapped her back like an impatient child wanting candy in the supermarket and pointed with the other, "Hey... hey! Think that would work against those dead fuckers?"
peacekeep: (have faith)

[personal profile] peacekeep 2016-03-08 05:33 am (UTC)(link)
She was grateful that he didn't seem to pay much mind to the fact she was skittish, because she really didn't want him to feel like he had to take the lead from her. This was her first time being in charge, and she thought she was doing a pretty good job. Except for her torn up hands and the fact she was afraid something was going to come out at them at any given second.

As he pointed, she turned her head to look at where he was gesturing, and slowly nodded. "Just about anything works, long as you can stab them through their brains. That's the key to bringing them down. Going through the head and into the brain." She had learned over the past few years that just about anything could be a weapon, if there was enough force driving it into the head of a walker.

'Cutting off their heads works too, but that's real messy." It was obvious to tell she found it disgusting, by the look on her face.

She did nod over toward the broken window with a smile, signaling him to run on over and grab it if he wanted.
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[personal profile] dirtyfarmgirl 2016-03-08 06:24 am (UTC)(link)
When they finally stopped running for a moment, Maggie set a hand on a nearby tree, leaning her weight into it as she watched this girl who couldn't be her sister. But she had to be. The little things that signaled Beth were all there - the way she held herself and moved, the quirks in her facial expressions, the cadence of her voice. The only options were that she was really Beth Greene, or that this ghost's sister had lost her mind.

The more she saw, though, the more she started to believe. That cut on her cheek, the one she was trying so hard to cover, Beth had had a cut just like that. Maggie had seen it when they'd buried the body, when she'd been forced to say goodbye to the only blood relation she'd had left in this cruel, dying world. And it hadn't looked any more healed than the one she wore now. But how. How was any of this happening? How could her sister be there when she was supposed to be dead?

It was only when Beth was suddenly wrapped around her that Maggie realized the truth: that the truth didn't matter one bit. Beth was there. She was alive, and Maggie had a chance at keeping her safe, at making sure she found her own husband and lived to a ripe old age full of happy memories.

Because her sister was alive.

Maggie clung to her, holding on with all her strength and wishing she never had to let go. It was futile to try to keep the tears in, and she pressed a kiss to Beth's rain-soaked hair. "I missed you too," she said with a ragged breath that tried to turn into a sob. "You have no idea."
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[personal profile] peacekeep 2016-03-08 06:30 am (UTC)(link)
Beth couldn't say anything for a long time. All she could do was sob and cling hold of Maggie, and let the emotion make its way through her. Her small body trembled with the force of her crying, but the longer her sister hugged her, the more still and quiet she became. It was only when she had worked the tears out of her system that she lifted her head, but didn't move out of that hug.

"I think I have an idea." It was said with all the stubborn determination of a younger sister who didn't want the elder to think they didn't understand something, and it almost felt like they hadn't been separated at all the second she said it out loud.

"I don't know how we ended up in the same place together like this, but I'm gonna choose to be grateful. No matter what's going on here, we can handle it because we're together again." She moved out of the hug at long last, but took hold of Maggie's hand as she did. She didn't want to let her sister go, afraid that if she did, Maggie might slip away.
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[personal profile] dirtyfarmgirl 2016-03-08 06:43 am (UTC)(link)
It was hard to be strong in the face of the gift she'd been given, but Maggie managed it somehow, mostly keeping herself together to support Beth while she cried and worked all that emotion out. She would do the same herself later, after they'd found Glenn and the others, when they were somehow safe.

It was equally hard not to smile at that show of determination, the stubbornness that she'd dealt with for so many years and missed so fiercely these past weeks. She'd missed her so much.

Maggie gave her a sister a slightly trembling smile and nodded at her words, squeezing the hand holding hers. "You're right. So long as we're together, we can handle anything." Perhaps it was silly to believe such things, especially looking around at their present circumstances, but she too couldn't be anything but grateful for their reunion. "I don't know where the others are, but they have to be around here somewhere. Glenn, Rick, Daryl. We'll find them, and they'll be so glad to see you."
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[personal profile] peacekeep 2016-03-08 06:54 am (UTC)(link)
"You've seen Daryl?" She doesn't hide the relief in her voice, because she had been so worried about him when she woke up in the hospital. He had become very important to her, so she smiled as she knew that he was likely just as alright as she was.

"He was with me, when we left the prison. I wouldn't have made it without him. I owe him a lot." Which meant that she did what Daryl would do and held her head high as she pulled away from Maggie and took to walking through the trees. They would find someplace safe to rest, but knew that if they stayed still for too long it was just asking for trouble.

"Where do you think we are, anyway?"
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[personal profile] dirtyfarmgirl 2016-03-08 07:18 am (UTC)(link)
She was going to have to tell her. Maggie knew that, knew it like she knew the sun would rise, but that didn't mean she liked it. How did you tell someone that they had been dead and buried for weeks? That they had been mourned by loved ones who were now just trying to continue with their lives?

It wasn't a conversation she was looking forward to having.

"I have no idea," she admitted without hesitation, hooking the backpack over both her shoulders so she could keep her hands free while she moved to follow her sister. "I woke up in this... thing, feeling like I'd just been in a car crash, and I don't remember how I got there." Shaking her head, she frowned and scanned the trees around them. "I haven't seen any of the others here yet, but Daryl's alright, don't worry."

She had to tell her before they found Daryl. She just didn't know where to start.
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[personal profile] peacekeep 2016-03-08 07:51 am (UTC)(link)
"It does feel like we just walked away from a car crash," Beth agreed, bringing a hand up to rub at her shoulder. Her whole body was sore, but her busted chin from trying to climb up on the pod she had woken up in was the worst of it.

"But it wasn't. It was some kind of thing out of a sci-fi movie, Maggie. Someone put us in those things, and brought us here."

She stopped walking long enough to turn and give Maggie a serious look. She had been taken by the people at Grady, and didn't like that she had been taken once again and dropped off someplace she didn't know. She was so sick of being weak, of having people think they could control her destiny.

"It's not safe here. Nowhere is, but I get a really bad feeling about being here."
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[personal profile] sharktrash 2016-03-09 01:00 pm (UTC)(link)
That's nice of him. It probably won't be needed, though; the loud idiot seems surprisingly firm in his footing and lands almost gracefully after jumping off the pod, if we don't count him nearly whipping himself in the face with his hair. He bares his teeth, wrings it out the best he can in the middle of pouring rain and tucks it into his coat.

"Clearly you have better company than I do!" Him. He's apparently the better company out of the two. Still, the situation isn't calling for pointless antagonizing. "Any idea where we are?"
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[personal profile] dontsmoke 2016-03-10 01:51 am (UTC)(link)
"I did until I followed you dulcet tones," he smirked back, and not particularly kindly, either. The silence he had prior being the better company, of course.

At the other question, he shook his head, "No. Not a fucking clue. I've never been in a jungle before in my life."
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[personal profile] dontsmoke 2016-03-10 02:07 am (UTC)(link)
"Kill the brain," he repeated, sounding a little introspective as he walked off. "Really is some Shawn of the Dead shit going on around here."

Murphy kicked at the the debris until he found a decent length of wood. He cracked it a couple times against the wall just to make sure it wouldn't break on the first hit. Not too hard, but hard enough to get a sense of it's strength. He didn't think it would last more than one or two against a skull. But it might buy them some time if they needed it. Satisfied for the moment, he returned to her side, ready to go.
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[personal profile] dirtyfarmgirl 2016-03-10 04:52 am (UTC)(link)
[There were at least a dozen walkers at the part of the wall she and Glenn had reached, and with only one knife and a rock between them, there was no way they were getting through. She activated her earpiece like Glenn had shown her and hoped it actually worked as promised, because they could use all the help they could get.]

Daryl, it's Maggie. Glenn and I are at the wall, but there are walkers everywhere. We're about- [A pause to ask her husband a question.] ...ten minutes south of the gates. How are things looking at your end?

[She was hoping he had something, because they would only be able to hide in the treeline for so long before one of the walkers noticed them, and with their luck it would be one of the running kind.]
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[personal profile] dirtyredneck 2016-03-11 01:07 am (UTC)(link)
We've got it shored up for now. As best we can.

[Considering they'd been dealing with psycho bastards and the undead for the last three days, they were doing pretty decently. Just not good.]

Can you get to the north end of the gate? I got a rope down close to a clearing we been using for rain catchers. The clearing has walls up around it. Can hide you for a bit.
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[personal profile] dirtyfarmgirl 2016-03-11 01:42 am (UTC)(link)
['As best we can' sounded pretty familiar. Guess this place wasn't so different from where they'd been before.]

We can try. If we don't come across any of the ones that can run, we should be fine. But we've only got the one knife between us. And Glenn's rock.

[Perhaps not the most convincing answer, but a truthful one. Walkers that ran. She still couldn't believe it.]
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[personal profile] dirtyredneck 2016-03-11 01:46 am (UTC)(link)
The runners are climbers, too. And they can think. I got caught by three of them last week. They went looking for me when I hid. Just ducking behind something ain't gonna deter them. Be careful.

[That had sent him into a real panic, too. He didn't like admitting it, but he'd been more scared of dying than he had been in a long time.]

I'll meet you at the rope. Keep talking to me.
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[personal profile] dirtyfarmgirl 2016-03-11 01:57 am (UTC)(link)
[None of that sounded at all promising for their odds of actually getting out of this alive. She wanted to stay positive and say they'd been through worse, but it was starting to sound like they really hadn't.]

Okay. [It was an easy order to follow, she took comfort in the sound of his familiar voice.] We're gonna try and get around this group without them noticing. Hang on.

[There was quiet for a few seconds, then an audible sigh.] We're past them now.
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[personal profile] dirtyredneck 2016-03-11 02:02 am (UTC)(link)
There's a herd at the gates. At least fifty of 'em. Their attention's on getting past and it's staying there cause of the hail on the roofs. But be careful all the same.

[It wouldn't be the first time any of them had skirted a herd. The ability for communication while doing so in small groups was a first though. Made keeping the stupid headset in his ear worth it.]

Find Glenn a stick to play baseball with while you're moving. It'll be better than that rock of his.
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[personal profile] dirtyfarmgirl 2016-03-11 02:11 am (UTC)(link)
[She couldn't not laugh at that, even if it's quiet and more breath than sound.]

He's already killed three walkers with it, I think he's kinda attached to the rock.

[The benefits of being able to communicate while separated weren't lost on her. Things after the prison would have gone very differently if they'd had these things back then, and for now they made the idea of navigating around a herd just a little less scary.]
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[personal profile] dirtyredneck 2016-03-11 02:42 am (UTC)(link)
[Daryl knows Glenn had a knife when he went out, so he figures the knife Maggie's toting is Glenn's. Or was. Her's now.]

If he's so attached, he can try to bag dinner while he's out there.

[No. Don't. He's trying to joke.]
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[personal profile] dirtyfarmgirl 2016-03-11 02:52 am (UTC)(link)
[He gets a chuckle for that one.]

He's looking- [A pause, then a frightened] Shit!

[The exclamation is followed by the sounds of running, their steps not exactly quiet as they slosh through mud and pooling rain water, and gasping breaths.]
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[personal profile] dirtyredneck 2016-03-11 03:00 am (UTC)(link)
[Daryl's only consolation at the sudden panic was that whatever noise he was hearing right then wouldn't carry far with how much rain and hail was coming down period. No more than ten feet or so and then it'd be lost in the overall noise.

He didn't want to distract them, but he had to ask:]


It a walker or a runner?

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