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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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sharktrash: (blank // this hangover is killing me)

[personal profile] sharktrash 2016-03-11 02:30 pm (UTC)(link)
"Sucks to be both of us, then," Squalo decides. He's half tempted to piss and moan about being stranded with someone completely useless in this environment, but truth to be told, he hasn't exactly trekked a lot of jungles himself. Damn.

He frowns and squints at the jungle, trying to see through the veil of rain. "XANXUS?!" he calls out at the top of his lungs once again, but there's obviously no answer and, displeased, he turns toward his new companion again. "Seen anyone else?"
dontsmoke: (44)

[personal profile] dontsmoke 2016-03-11 11:52 pm (UTC)(link)
Murphy winced and stepped back a couple feet, "Shut the fuck up, man. If whoever you're calling for could hear you, they'd have been here by now."

He shook his head and went to try and pull himself into the pod. See if it had anything different than the one he came down in, "Just you so far. But my brother has to be around here somewhere."
sharktrash: (blank // i don't give a fuck)

[personal profile] sharktrash 2016-03-12 03:10 pm (UTC)(link)
"Don't fucking tell me what to do." Still, he supposes there could be dangerous animals or unfriendly locals around here, so it might be a good idea to stop yelling and start moving. He ducks back into the pod to retrieve whatever looks somewhat useful - panel pieces, wires, whatever.

"So should my boss," he notes dully. "How do you know he's here, anyway?"
dontdrink: (ConnorM (1))

[personal profile] dontdrink 2016-03-14 12:06 am (UTC)(link)
Connor lifted his backpack up to hold over them, though it was shielding more of Murphy than himself. Had to look after his brother, it wasn't a choice, it was instinct. By taking care of Murph, he was taking care of himself - they were two halves of a whole and if anything happened to him, Connor wouldn't be able to survive it.

"It was the same for me, woke up in a fucking sci-fi pod and no memory of who fucking put me there." He frowned at the hail starting to accumulate around them in the cold rain and nudged Murphy's shoulder. "Come on, we need to get out of this shit."
dontsmoke: (Murphy (100))

[personal profile] dontsmoke 2016-03-14 12:17 am (UTC)(link)
"The pod I was in is pretty close," Murphy answered as he picked himself up. He kept one arm over Connor's head just to try and help keep the hail away. "Probably still pretty dry. Could try and wait it out there?"

He hugged himself in close to make sure the backpack covered both of them and also to get a better look at his brother's face. He wasn't sure what Connor might want to do. And if he thought going deeper into the woods was the better choice, Murphy would follow.
dirtypizzaboy: (and I tripped)

[personal profile] dirtypizzaboy 2016-03-14 07:48 am (UTC)(link)
When he picked up the rock, he'd glanced up in time to see that frown on her face. Before he could help it, he gave her a slightly sheepish grin; knowing that the rock wasn't the best line of defense. It was something he could work with, though. And if something better came to light on their way back to the city, he would switch out for that instead. Still, he straightened himself to stand, fingers curled around the rough curves of the stone. It was slick, but the shape of it made it easier to grip. It wouldn't escape him, especially not in the time of need.

"Not too far." He stated in response to Maggie's question, nodding in the direction as he followed up his answer with the estimate of travel time. The rain would make it a more difficult journey, but they both knew that. He didn't need to add it in. "Ready, babe?"
dirtyfarmgirl: (30 days 02)

[personal profile] dirtyfarmgirl 2016-03-14 05:41 pm (UTC)(link)
That sheepish look on his face was one she knew so well from the early days of their relationship, the lines of that expression engraved forever in her memory. It warmed her heart to see it now, even as the cold rain seeped further into her clothing.

She was as ready as she'd ever be, but there was one thing she needed before she could go on. "Just one thing," she said quietly before reaching up to hook her free hand around the back of his neck and pull him in close. She pressed her lips to his, a firm, quick kiss to give them both strength. Her fingers brushed back the wet strands of hair that were clinging to the side of his face as she pulled back, and she finally nodded. "Now I'm ready. Let's go."
borntorebel: (You forgot about the blasters.)

Leia Organa | Star Wars

[personal profile] borntorebel 2016-03-17 08:00 am (UTC)(link)
A. Sugar, We're Going Down
Ugh, did someone get the name of the bantha that stepped on me?

[Despite the fact that she's reaching up to touch her head, Leia's sharp eyes look around her surroundings. Dread starts to build up in her stomach. This is not The Millenium Falcon. Her husband is nowhere to be found and she can't remember how she got here. Which is not at all common for someone as rigidly controlled as she is.

She wastes no time in removing the restraints keeping her strapped into her chair and goes to check on the others who appear to be waking up around her as well.]


Are you okay? You're not hurt, are you?

Get Busy Living or Get Busy Dying
[Rain in a such a desolate place such as this strange oasis in the middle of a desert is actually welcome. And after so much time on Tatooine and Hoth, Leia's realized that she actually hates most weather. Because of what it does to her hair. Her usual braid is frayed and messy due to all of the humidity.

And concentrating on her hair is far easier than considering the fact that she and the others she's met so far are stuck on this strange world. And that this strange world has decided to answer their presence with ice from the kriffing sky! Or that the hail has woken up...Force knows what that are trying to attack the barrier around city.

But, she's got a blaster and she's determined to use it to help the others. She knows there are people out there still and that they'll need a clear spot so they can return. Most of her concentration right now is split between mentally complaining about her frazzled hair and making sure she takes care of the creatures. There are others around here doing nothing and after taking one of the things out, she turns with a hard look to those wasting time.]


Either help me take them out or get the hell out!
Edited 2016-03-17 08:00 (UTC)
dirtypizzaboy: (the chemicals between us)

[personal profile] dirtypizzaboy 2016-03-17 06:20 pm (UTC)(link)
For a moment, there was a curious expression on his face; but realization of her want came really fast. He leaned in to her, tasting her lips and feeling the affection they shared. For a moment, everything else was drowned in her presence; the softness of her mouth, her scent. The sheer presence of her there with him. Glenn felt whole.

"Oh, was that all?" He asked, when they'd parted from that show of love - the grin on his face teasing; and he leaned in to steal another kiss before they were off on the trek back to the wall. It was like getting a jolt of strength, really; but then, she was always like that for him. It was part of who she was. He caressed her cheek with his rock-free hand, then reached down to take her knife-free one; wanting to feel her for a few minutes while they were clear aside from the rain and could take a breath or two just to be there. He'd let go after a second; both of them knew they would stick close, but they'd need to be freed up to make certain they could move.
atanycost: ((06))

Rick Grimes | The Walking Dead

[personal profile] atanycost 2016-03-22 05:34 am (UTC)(link)
Well, at least all this rain'll clean me up some.

It seemed like a strange thought to think, but really, Rick wasn't sure what to think. Or maybe it was that there was no time to think, because no one in their right mind would hang around when it's raining and hailing all at the same time.

His pace was hardly slow to start with, but he was picking up speed with every second. Finding shelter was important, and the only thing more important than that was finding out what happened to his son Carl and to Michonne, both of whom were just with him. Just thinking about those two names and the people they belonged to brought on a conflicting reaction in Rick's gut.

He and Carl hadn't really been on the best terms lately, and there was a part of him that said it was his fault that things were the way they were. But just as quickly as that thought formed, another one bubbled up to counter it. He'd always tried to do right by his people, and to some degree, he stood by the decisions that he'd made.

Except in this instance, it seemed as though he'd wronged just about everyone. What helped was having Michonne around, which was why things felt so wrong right now. It would have felt wrong anyway, given the unfamiliarity of the area around him, but Michonne was like a rock, and not having her quiet but strong presence around left him feeling vaguely unsettled.

But he didn't have time to dwell on the lack of security, because right then, he picked up on the all-too-familiar sound of shuffling feet, and even if the noise wasn't coming from a walker, the flight response was too strongly wired into Rick's brain to just stand there mulling things over. The need to escape, to find anywhere that wasn't so exposed, overrode every other instinct, and Rick ran.

Where, he didn't know, but if luck was on his side at all, maybe his steps would lead him to an abandoned building where he could wait out the storm and at least try and collect himself.
dirtyredneck: (Action Moving (2))

[personal profile] dirtyredneck 2016-03-22 06:58 pm (UTC)(link)
Any time a new pod fell, Daryl tried to get out to it as soon as he could. Not everyone put the earpieces in, so often times his words and inquiries as to their well-being fell on deaf ears. It didn't really surprise him to find the pod empty when he finally got to it. The backpack was gone, though. And there were tracks leading off. They wouldn't last long, which meant whoever was inside was close.

Daryl jogged along the broken trail, barely keeping up with whoever it was. And when he finally spotted a shape through the branches and water-laden leaves, the bastard up and started running. Away from Daryl.

He let out a curse, because he didn't want to have to yell at draw the attention of any nearby walkers, but if the bastard didn't slow down, he knew he might have to. The pod in question had landed closer to the walled city than normal. Made it an easy find and also made it so whoever was running would run right into the 30 foot structure if he (she?) kept moving the way they was. Daryl just hoped he could catch up with them before any walkers did. Or worse yet, runners.
peacekeep: (fear)

[personal profile] peacekeep 2016-03-22 07:19 pm (UTC)(link)
Beth was out near the wall, perched up high so nothing could get to her except the rain. She was keeping an eye out for any other new arrivals, since she knew from experience it wasn't any fun to have to find a way into the city on your own in the middle of the rain. She thought she saw someone slowly approaching through the trees, and used her earpiece to let Daryl and Glenn know she was going over the wall to help someone. She had a knife on her now and felt confident enough to be able to defend herself and whoever else was out there.

It wasn't until she got closer that she realized who the newcomer looked like, and it was with hope that she picked up her pace to as much of a run as she could manage with all the mud. She knew that this was potentially a bad idea, given what Daryl had told her about her dying and being buried. But if Rick was here, he'd need guidance to the city, and he'd have to find a way to look past the fact she ought to be dead. Whatever fluke in time that had happened here, it was a gift to her and the people she had claimed as her family. Rick would be shocked, same as Daryl had been, she was sure. But she couldn't just leave him out here by himself in order to spare him the surprise.

"Rick!" She called out his name as she neared in closer, grinning as she hurried even more. With the both of them running, it didn't take long for them to quite literally crash right into each other. Beth fell back into the mud with the recoil, but was quick to hop up and reach up to grab hold of his hand.

"The gates to the city are close. Right this way, come on!" She looked behind him and realized that some of the faster moving infected were on their way toward them. It was definitely time to run faster.
atanycost: ((03))

[personal profile] atanycost 2016-03-23 03:50 am (UTC)(link)
Staying in or near the pod wasn't really on Rick's mind. It was just a touch too claustrophobic for him, so he just had to get as far away from it as he could. Plus, his priorities right then were finding his people, and specifically, his son and Michonne. If that meant he had a one-track mind, then he'd just accept that, because it was true.

What he didn't bargain for was the presence of walkers, but he was a pretty fast runner, and as he made his way along, he noticed walls looming up ahead of him. He frowned, because from out here, he couldn't tell what might be waiting for him inside those walls. He didn't want to walk blindly into another Woodbury or Terminus.

So with those sobering thoughts in mind, he slowed his pace some, hoping to find a vantage point to see what was going on inside. To say he didn't trust it just because it was walled was understating the facts.
dirtyredneck: (Neutral Interested (03))

[personal profile] dirtyredneck 2016-03-23 04:02 am (UTC)(link)
Whoever Daryl was following finally started to slow down when the wall came into sight. And since they were that close, Daryl chanced a shout their way as he pushed his way into some of the cleared ground between the wall and the woods. It wasn't a consistent strip that could act as a barrier, but with the large tree that dominated the area, not as many other trees could encroach. Just a natural bubble which allowed for a brief repast and room to see around all sides.

"Hey!" Daryl shouted at the retreating back. "Asshole! Slow up! I ain't here to hurt you!"

He mentally crossed his fingers whoever it was didn't have a knife to throw in his general direction. Daryl might be trying to be friendly, that didn't mean everyone who landed was going to do the same.
extramarital: (4)

[personal profile] extramarital 2016-03-23 04:11 am (UTC)(link)
I'm not.

[ Michonne doesn't seem too fazed by the zombies, the rain or the fire, if anything she seems annoyed. But Jo is a welcome sight from the walkers. ]

But I bet we can figure it out.

[ Damn, and here she was hoping the weather would sort the fire out. She doesn't have her swords, but she has the next best thing she could find on her way out of the ship she'd landed in -- a big stick. ]

I'm all ears if you've got any ideas.
atanycost: ((018))

[personal profile] atanycost 2016-03-23 04:17 am (UTC)(link)
Rick probably made quite the sight, running through the rain and hail with the mud fro the ground splashing onto his shoes and legs. But he'd never really cared much about looks (that particular priority had flown out the window long ago), and that fact hadn't changed even now.

He paused in his progress forward, thinking that someone was calling out to him, and for just a second, he thought maybe he was about to run into Carl. But when he got closer, he realized it wasn't him, but it was another young person who, like it or not, had earned herself a place in his regard. He might even go as far as to say that he cared for her just like he cared for his own son, and his reasons for that went far beyond the fact that they both had witnessed her father's murder.

"Beth?" He managed to get out her name just seconds before he crashed into her, sending her to the ground, and him staggering backwards a few paces. It was more out of surprise than anything that he grinned through the rain and said, "I'd say you need to get cleaned up, but the weather might do that for you."

Of course, that wasn't the first thing he'd wanted to say to her. An apology, or another expression indicating his regret for not being able to do more for Hershel, had been on the tip of his tongue, but surprise made people say funny things.

Then again, what with the infected behind them and the idea that the gates were close, now wasn't the time for either of those things, so Rick just nodded and followed after the young blonde.
harvelle: (here til the end)

[personal profile] harvelle 2016-03-23 04:20 am (UTC)(link)
I was hoping the rain would take quick care of it.

[She laughed as she said it, as if this was all a big cosmic joke. Which, right now, it felt like it was. Go from one demon infested hellhole to someplace like this.]

Think there's any fire extinguishers on those pods we dropped down in? Otherwise, we're gonna have to find a way to smother those flames.
nsa: (pic#8733091)

[personal profile] nsa 2016-03-23 04:21 am (UTC)(link)
[ Citizen Z groans, the unfamiliar voice rousing him into a state of consciousness. ] My... everything. [ It's an apt complaint, honestly. ]

No, not hurt, just hurting.

[ He blinks, once, twice...] Wait. Where am I? Where is this?

[ A beat. ]

Who are you?
deal: (lure)

Cassandra | Z Nation

[personal profile] deal 2016-03-23 06:43 am (UTC)(link)
[It was times like this that she wished she had kept her music box on a chain. Wearable Z-distraction, perfect for moments when you were trapped up on a sci-fi alien pod out in the rain with a bunch of zombies trying to get at you. She's not sure how in the hell she got here, or why anyone would want to transport her to someplace like this. As far as she knows, her old "family" isn't able to get at her anymore. She should be safe.

And yet, here she is. Without her group, in a strange place.
]

Back off!

[She shouts at the Z's, as if they're going to respond. They don't, of course, and Cassandra takes it upon herself to kick back the ones who are close enough and leap. She manages to hit the ground flat footed and takes off at a run, not stopping until she spots someone.]

Yeah, you're not gonna want to go that way.

[It's with a firm look that she arches both eyebrows, and waits until she hears the Z's approaching at a fast speed. Somehow, their approaching makes her look satisfied.]

Trust me.
atanycost: ((03))

[personal profile] atanycost 2016-03-26 03:56 am (UTC)(link)
There was still some distance between Rick and Daryl, but the tail end of the other man's shout carried over anyway, and it was enough to bring him up short. It sounded familiar, but it could have just as easily been his imagination.

Although who else slung around the word asshole so easily? Granted, it wasn't an uncommon thing, but Rick occasionally chose to be optimistic.

Luckily for Daryl, Rick didn't have a knife, and even if he did, he wasn't in the mood for throwing it. He turned slightly to look to see who was behind him, and for the second time in a space of minutes, he paused. Daryl was a hard one to mistake for anyone else, even with the slight distance between them.

"Daryl? That you?" He called back, wondering if maybe his eyes were just playing tricks on him.
dirtyredneck: (Action Affection With Rick)

[personal profile] dirtyredneck 2016-03-26 07:26 am (UTC)(link)
"Rick?"

That wasn't a voice Daryl had been expecting. But it was one he was glad to hear all the same.

Daryl stood there for a second, blinking in surprise before he jogged toward the man. The rain had made it near impossible to make out the familiar lines of Rick's body from the back. But once he closed the distance, there was no mistaking it. He extended his hand towards his friend so he could clasp his wrist when it was taken.

"Shit, man, you gave me one hell of a chase."
peculiarness: (007)

better late than never amirite /fingerguns

[personal profile] peculiarness 2016-03-31 04:00 am (UTC)(link)
( clary leaves the safety of the pod less because of a disregard for grocery store logic and more because a series of poor decision making is right up clary's alley. her first instinct is to rush out and find her friends, it isn't until she's squelching through mud and utterly exposed that she thinks maybe leaving the relative protection of the container that she woke up in wasn't the smartest idea. still it's a little late to be thinking about that now, she basically just needs to work on getting out of this soaking rain before she ends up with hypothermia or something.

or at least, that's all she needs to work on until she hears simon scream.

unsurprisingly, clary doesn't even hesitate before tearing off in the direction of the sound. it isn't exactly easy going, she slips more than once and ends up at least half covered in mud before she makes it to simon, but she does make it there in time to see-

a zombie. that's a zombie of course. )


Simon! ( her voice comes out somewhat shrill as she shouts his name, but there's thankfully bigger things to worry about than sounding scared. the closest thing to a weapon she has is a bunch of rope and a stupid flashlight, but there's at least a decently heavy looking rock at her feet. it's hardly ideal, but then again is any of this? ) Simon, hold on.

( some....how.... )

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