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Test Drive Meme #1
✦ TEST DRIVE MEME ✦ |
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... And when my good dream came to an end, I woke up more than ready to bend ... Game Navigation |
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A few rules for the TDM: 2. Comment with your thread start, with your character name and fandom in the subject line. 3. Tag into other's threads. 4. Have fun! 5. And what happens on the TDM stays on the TDM (it's not taken in game). **If you have questions, ask the MODS This may not be the first time it has happened. You really wouldn’t have any way of knowing, would you? You’ve just been living your life as a citizen of the city you live in New York, the city, they say, that never sleeps. It’s a place you always wanted to live in, hearing about it as a child, and it sounded exciting to you. Or maybe it was the place you wanted to get to in order to become something more, something interesting, something that would bring you up in the world. You wanted to be there more than anything. But anyway, right now it sure seems like the first time it’s ever happened. You experienced a sudden flash, a rending of unreality from reality, the way a person would rend a piece of cloth in two, but this is the world, and you don’t know what to think at first. Because this isn’t your life. Except it totally is. You know it is, like you’ve never known anything. This is your memory and when you come out of it you know that was your life you were witnessing. This is known as the Event, and it will change everything for you. Those around you notice one thing about you during the time you’re experiencing this memory—you’re frozen, as if you’re frozen in time. And it’s catching. Life before the Event and after are a study in contrast. Before, you thought you knew who you were and what you were doing here. Now, all of that is in turmoil. Especially after your encounter with the man from the Bureau. Now, you don’t really know whether to trust the man from the organization that came to talk to you. Something about him seemed...off. Something that was enough to, perhaps, even make you feel suspicious. But now you know...you are one of the Different. You feel like it, too. Members of the Different, the man from the Bureau told you, have their own special Network to communicate on. Will you post to it? Will you relate your memories to the others among the Different—or will you come up with something completely different to say? There’s a generic spread of food on a table off to one side of the room: donuts and muffins, coffee and lemonade. Maybe you’re hungry enough to try it—it’s free after all. Or maybe you can’t stomach anything, given the event you’re attending. The space is a local rec center, reserved for the evening. The beige-painted cinder block walls and the fluorescent lighting are a terrible combination. The meeting was interesting—who knew there were so many people like you, receiving memories of a past life? The group was led by someone from The Bureau—the Department of Medical Services. Some people are staying in their chairs and chatting—they must know each other from previous meetings. Some of them are gravitating towards the food. How do you feel about tonight? Has it helped you come to terms with the dream of memories you’re having? Maybe it’s time to talk to others, get an understanding of their experience. New York City has grown increasingly more safe over the last decade or two—statistics bear that out, as well as the experiences of the people who live here. But something seems to have suddenly broken in the hearts and minds of your fellow-citizens here in the last day, ever since the sun has come up. People are being incredibly opportunistic about carrying out their wildest dreams, or at least, as long as their wildest dreams include attacking people around them to try rob them or to kill them. The longer the day goes on, the more and more people seem unable to resist giving into their bases desires. Bank robberies are happening right and left. The strangest part of it all, though, is that anyone who is defied by their victim seems to snap out of some reverie they couldn’t control. That’s right, this whole crime wave seems to be some kind of brain sickness. Maybe this means the people around you need to be cured by having someone fight back. Or maybe it means you catch the sickness yourself, before you know it. ...Maybe it’s time to hide and ride the whole crime wave out somewhere where you won’t become collateral damage. (Third person log or First person Network response are both encouraged.) One week ago you were living an average life. You were trying to make New York City work for you, a place to call home. Were you in a rough patch? Were things just starting to pick up? Or was life swimming along as you expected? Today, you are running down the street with a lumbering hoard of the Undead ambling after you. They have caught the scent of your living brain and it is a tasty snack to them. You have a weapon in hand - a pipe? a crowbar? a bat? but there are too many behind you to take them all out before they get you. You’re only option is to run, find help. (Power mode – along with your memories you’ve started getting back powers, what if you tried them out against the zombies?) When you were told that different universes bleed over into this one, did you believe it? Do you believe it now? What are you doing around NYC? | |
... What dreams may come when we have shuffled off this mortal coil, must give us pause ... |
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Thor Odinson [MCU]
[ Thor feels like his whole life is in question. He has not remotely realized what he truly is, but the hints he has gotten in his memory, the flash he saw, that horrible scene, makes him worried about finding out. How many times does one wake up remembering the feeling of killing someone with an ax? Or so he assumes.
He remembers the feel of bringing Stormbringer down on the man, the being called Thanos, and splitting his chest as he felt anger and satisfaction run through him, a savage joy at the feeling of triumph. As soon as the flash had ended, Thor had thrown up.
Was he a psychopath? Was his other self a serial killer? The explanation form the Bureau had sent chills along him, and he still has a hard time believing it. He is dreaming/experiencing a new life? A life that is his? Somehow?
He shudders as he logs on to the Network and reads, mind conflicted with the ideas he feels. ]
[ Video - a scene opens up of Thor sitting, looking unsure, and waving at the camera ]
They said that there are others like me here, people who have visions of other lives. I am really hoping so, because right now, I feel like I am losing my mind.
I’m just a former football jock. I am not… whatever my dream self is.
Does anyone else’s dream self seem… insane?
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✦Support Group
Thor is wary as he enters the room, and sighs, as he sees that yes, there are actually more people here, that yes, he is going to go through with this. God. He sets the brownies he had made on the table with the other food, and he settles down to a chair. He is wearing a hat and sunglasses, concealing his face some. He has been in commercials and in games and interviews., and he does not want fame right now. His life is a mess and he cannot deal with that, too.
The whole space makes him nervous, and a little weirded out, and he has never realized how cold such a room could get. As he gets a coffee, and looks around, he wonders if all of these people are like him and also finding new lives and new selves.
Listening to the meeting, he stays silent this first time, but he listens, and afterward, he finds himself still sitting, worried, confused, and not at all relieved that he is not alone. Well, mostly still not relieved.
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✦Crimewave
When the bank robbery starts, Thor doesn’t even realize what is happening at first. He is aside, talking to a manager, setting up a new account, when the men come in and pull guns. He is so used to people having those fake-looking ones on set that, at first, he thinks that these are really good replicas and whoever is in props is good. When his brain catches up as a man pistol-whips a guard, Thor finds himself moving. As they shout its a robbery, he does not stop.
There are only two of them and they are close together still, and Thor does not stop to think what he is doing or why, as he drives forward a few steps turning into a midfield lunge, one that takes both men in teh side and back, slamming them into a wall and sending them, and Thor, onto the ground.
He rolls to one side and grabs one, lifting him from his knees and shouting. “Drop it.” The man stares at Thor, blinking, then at his gun, and screams, dropping the weapon, and Thor blinks back.
“What is going on? Why am I holding a gun?”
“What?”
What the heck is going on?
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crimewave
Then she hears the robbers, and all of her usual bravado and charisma and everything else leave her, and she makes a sound halfway between a scream and a terrified squeak and dives herself, but away from danger, behind the stand with all the papers on it she cannot possibly be bothered to remember the name of right now, hands over her head. By the time she's aware of herself, the echoes of a loud crash are fading from the room, and there are confused voices, and she can only barely hear them over her own soft whimpering. Oh, I don' wanna die today-!
She's shaking like a leaf, and torn between wanting to do something and wanting to stay behind her hideout until someone tells her it's safe. She settles for peeking her head out, and seeing... this guy apparently subduing them on his own? Should she help, or? No, but she might just be in the way-
-in her indecision she starts to stand back up again, still shaking but not wanting some random guy to get hurt either. She doesn't understand what's going well enough to help, but maybe if he needs a hand, she can throw something at them? Or something??
She's a guitarist, not a fighter, sorry.Re: crimewave
When he can get no answer from the robber, or the other one, he sighs and nods to the sole woman who helped.
"Are you alright? Your movement distracted them, and that helped a lot." He is concerned, but smiling to her, approving and glad she was there.
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"I'm... I'm alright," she gets out eventually. "I'm not sure we woulda been okay if you hadn't taken care of 'em, so-" Did anyone else even move besides him? "-thank you. Really."
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But as the police arrive, and start asking questions, he edges back. He does not love fame, and he is already known enough for his few appearances in commercials and as a player with three Superbowl rings at home.
"You are welcome. I'm glad it went okay. I was not sure, really, what I was doing." he admits it really, glancing at her, then ahead, and sighs as several people, answering questions, wave toward him.
"I just wish I could... vanish."
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As much as Lisa would like to take credit for it, when her knees give out almost immediately after the lightbulb goes off in her head, it's not on purpose at all. So the look of confusion is genuine as she starts to sink, scrabbling to hold herself up on the counter she'd been behind. "A-ah, help, please?"
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"Wait, are you okay?"
Lifting her in his arms, he calls out, all shyness lost. "I need a medic here!" His voice echoes across the bank and brings an immediate cessation to all activity as he moves toward the cops.
"I need paramedics, now." His voice cracks with all the authority of a quarterback who has claimed the field as his own.
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Looking back up to her savior, she sighs, smiling a little wryly. "Sorry. This probably isn't what you were hoping for."
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His mind has seized a singular focus and he nods to her and them, but keeps going. When he reaches those people he nods to them.
"I believe this woman needs your attention, gentleman and lady." Thor gently lays her on the stretcher the EMTs have with them but stays close.
This is not what he wanted, but he had never and would never turn from someone in trouble. In his mind, an echo sounds, a voice crying aloud in thunder 'I say thee nay!' and he shakes it away as he nods. He will not get lost in that memory again.
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She opens her mouth to continue, but the paramedics offer her an oxygen mask - just in case, please? one asks nicely - and Lisa huffs and crosses her arms like a little girl, but nods, glancing back at Thor after a moment with sparkling eyes and a brief look of question. He's not leaving - did he have more to say, or was he just concerned enough to wait for a bill of clean health? That would be sweet but probably not doing his desire to disappear any favors.
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He will try to check in on.... what was her name?
Shit.
He will try to find her later. Somehow.
For now, he is just glad to get the hell out of there.
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I wouldn't say my... dreamself seemed insane. But the whole situation around her did. I mean, we've barely been to the moon more than a time or two. Interstellar travel? Aliens?
[Her in a... relationship with an alien? But that's not something she's going to mention to a stranger.]
Re: Network
[ Thor is angry and worried and a little freaked out. ]