Test Drive Meme #6

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TEST DRIVE MEME #6

Hello and welcome to the In the Night test drive meme for November! Thanks for your interest in our game! Reserves open on November 20, and applications open on November 22.

While you're here...

• Take a look at our rules and faq pages to familiarize yourself with the game.
  
• Note that we have a reserve cap of 20, and a (current) application cap of 7 apps this month for new players, as the game has a player cap of 60. An accurate count of current players will always be available on the taken page.
  
• TDM threads can become game canon if both players wish. If the situation isn't something that could happen in-game, you're free to chalk it up to some strange hallucination, a shared dream, or other mysterious circumstance.
  
• Note that this is not limited to new characters threading with characters already in-game. If current players wish to thread out the TDM prompts as canon events, they are welcome to do so. They are welcome to make posts in the main comms for TDM events as well. Please note, however, that actual plot clues or happenings will not occur in TDM prompts.
  
• If you plan to apply, please keep in mind that we do require at least one sample thread on the application to be from our TDM (though it doesn't need to be the current TDM).
  
• You're welcome to use the provided prompts or come up with something on your own, but we do ask that all threads take place in our game's setting.

Thank you again, and we hope you'll choose to join us!

log prompts

KEEP YOURSELF ALIVE

When the spirits decide to throw the residents of Beacon a feast, you have two options: partake or abstain. It doesn’t take long for the effects of the food to become apparent. Either you turned away from the temptation and watched your gluttonous comrades fall into a deep, comatose slumber…or you’re among the dreamers, and you awake to a Beacon of a time long forgotten. It's the same Beacon that was left upon falling asleep, but now, the sunlight is bright overhead and songbirds can be heard throughout the forest. The bonfire has been replaced by an ornate fountain, like a proper town square, and there's no lighthouse out on the peninsula.

While dreamers have the chance to explore, those stuck in the waking world find themselves swiftly overcome by a horde of violent green-eyed spirits that attack everything they can get their hands on: even if that includes an individual that’s left asleep and helpless. Regardless of your strength, this is your task now. Protect and defend the town if you want there to be anything left of it.

Although, unlike the official event, there will be no mod-run groups for dreaming and exploration, you’re free to write your character waking up in a sunny version of the known locations in Beacon and write your own psychological horror breakdowns of the dreamy world. Or, if you choose to write your character as a defender, feel free to make up your own green-eyed spirits to fight while looking over the comatose bodies of the dreamers.

This prompt is a mini version of the game's Enter Mr. Sandman event.

SHEER HEART ATTACK

You’ve never seen him before. A giggling little boy, cloaked in shadow, beckons you to follow through the forest. He travels quickly, always too fast to quite keep up with, and takes you through the trees with ease. If you choose to keep following, you're lead to an old, abandoned house, and once inside…find that the dining room has been all done up for a sort of dinner party. Various spirits clatter at the seats, pounding the table with forks and knives. They’re not the spirits you know. They’re not the chirping, scuttling friends that can be encountered around town.

No, these are long-clawed and jagged-toothed. They’re dirty and sunken-eyed, their masks streaked with red. The little boy collapses in a pile of wooden limbs at the foot of the table. Closer, now, the light of your lantern shows him for what he was: a puppet. The puppeteer makes itself known where it had hidden itself against the dark ceiling, eight long legs creeping into the once-unoccupied space of the doorway. As it blocks the way out, and the other spirits grow ever noisier, the looming figure of the Baubledook takes their rightful place at the far end of the table.

You have very little time to ask yourself: are you the guests of honor...or the main course?

network prompts

TOO MUCH LOVE WILL KILL YOU

Another week comes, marked by Robin's latest bulletin posting on the Network. But this one's a bit different: as a final note to sign off on the latest updates, she encourages everyone to give thanks in the spirit of the harvest season. Whether you want to thank someone directly or maybe say something more abstract, don't you think you'll feel better if you spread something positive? No? Not incentive enough? Well, this time, Robin appears to have accounted for the no-fun naysayers that try to skirt around her attempts at community building.

All readers will quickly discover that they're unable to navigate away from the bulletin until a thankful comment is left. There must be some kind of keyword function programmed in to only allow escape to those who have left thankful content. Better think of something, cynics and grumps. If nothing else, there's probably no way for the Network to tone police?

I WANT IT ALL

A friendly pumpkin sprite has appeared in the bottom corner of your tablet's dashboard! It's a loving and smiling companion, asking quite frequently to be attended to and, most importantly: fed. Curiously, the more that you feed the digital vegetable, the bigger it grows...until it's actively blocking out parts of your screen. You could stop feeding it, of course. It's not real or alive, so what's the harm? But as it grows hungrier and more insistent and you continue not to feed it, it cries and cries until it goes from sad to angry.

And then you notice it chomping at the edge of the screen, eating it away, bit by bit, blacking out the corners and working its way inward, making apps inaccessible and the network harder and harder to navigate. Maybe you should have given it what it wanted.

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Martha Jones | Doctor Who

[martha_jones]

1. Keep Yourself Alive

"Can you hear me? Are you all right?"

Martha moves from unconscious person to unconscious person, checking vitals quickly, urgently. She steps back, stunned and startled.

"They're alive, they're all alive, but it's like----I don't know! It's like they're all sleeping! Why are they sleeping? Maybe if we try to----" She taps one of the sleeping people at the table on the face gently but firmly. "Hello? Hello? Can you hear me?"

The sound from the forest startles her, and she looks up over her shoulder. An attack? An attack right now, with all of these helpless people? It doesn't even phase Martha, who switches immediately from doctor to military leader, like she's done this before.

"You! Take that person, get them out of here. Put them over your shoulder. We have to get them somewhere secure. Go! Now!"

2. Sheer Heart Attack

This would be more frightening, Martha thinks, if she were alone. Luckily, she didn't go alone this time. She brought someone with her, someone who knew the town better than she did---which, if she's also honest, is almost everyone in this town.

"I think," she says to her companion. "That we should run, yeah? What do you think?"

This reminds her of another time. A time when all she did was run. She feels stationary here in this town. Maybe running is a good thing.

3. Too Much Love Will Kill You

Personally, I'm actually very thankful for everyone's continued insight on the town. I know I personally wouldn't have lasted a second without everyone putting in the time to make sure I knew what was going on.

So, thank you for keeping me alive everyone.

1.

[worthallthis]

Oh, this is a tricky situation. Those are orders, very clear orders, but the Soldier would be much more useful if it were free to move and attack and defend. It hesitates, then pulls out its more impressive gun, the Sig Sauer, with the flesh hand. "If you can carry I can defend you," it says, an offer, before succumbing to the orders.

Then the nearest approaching spirit from the horde gets a bullet in the center of its chest, without the Soldier even looking at it. The darkness doesn't matter much when you can hear the feet in the grass.

2

[mindofathief]

Duster nods, eyes still trained on the guests seated at both sides of the table. Those faces were not those belonging to friendly spirits, and these ghosts were not going to invite them to participate in their party.

He turns swiftly on his heel and bolts out the door. He's pretty fast for a guy who walks with a limp!

Minato Arisato | Persona 3

[foolsmusic]

Keep Yourself Alive

[Normally speaking, Minato was a big glutton. Free meal? Fuck yeah, he'll be there. However, he'd also done a fair bit amount of reading in his time, especially once he'd started acquiring Personas — he'd been curious about their myths and legends, enough to idly spend precious spare moments reading about them. And if there's one thing he learned from his reading, it was this: you don't just accept food from spirits. There is nothing ever to go right in that situation, as far as he was concerned. His hesitation is enough to prove his theory correct: as he thinks over the circumstances of the feast, people begin to fall asleep around him, and he frowns.

He doesn't even have a chance to consider what to do next before swarms of monsters behind to descend on the feast, and he heaves what amounts to being a long suffering, tired sigh. He did enough fighting in his lifetime, why does he have to do this in his afterlife, too? There's no helping it, though — the others needed to be protected. Sure would be nice if he had any sort of tools to facilitate that, though...

Frowning, he sets his lantern underneath the table where it hopefully would remain safe, and picks up a sturdy wooden feast chair, smashing it over the head of the nearest monster — that one's for you, Shinjiro-senpai.]

Sheer Heart Attack

[Once again, not something he was particularly keen on doing! Literally guys, since when was it ever safe to follow giggling children into the woods? They wrote movies and books about these sorts of things all the time. However, other people were following the boy into the woods despite it all, and he wasn't about to let them go without backup.

When they reach the little inside trap, the others still milling about in the rest of the house, he's not at all surprised — he'd been ready for this the whole time. He takes his exploration companion by the arm and tugs a little, backwards, back towards the currently blocked door, which he'd figure out a solution for, uh... eventually.]

Sorry to disturb you. I think our reservation was for later. How embarrassing.

Too Much Love Will Kill You

┐(￣ヘ￣)┌ Thank you for always providing us food and nourishment, oh spirit of the harvest season.

Too much love

[featherknives]

[Her comment to bullet was something along "thanks for the food yaddayaddayadda I'm thankful", enough to get herself out of the stupid bulletin app. Then she squints at the other messages.]

you don't actually believe this, do you?

sheer heart attack

[survivaltricks]

[well. that'll teach Akira to follow his sense of curiosity the next time he sees a strange shadowy figure trying to lead him through the woods]

[on instinct, he takes a step back, grasping at his companions arm with his free hand, the other holding his lantern tightly to his chest. he chimes in on the heels of Minato's statement, his words deceptively light while every muscle in his body tenses in preparation to run. or fight. or both]

Sweetie, I thought I told you to write the time down in our planner?

[uh]

Did you forget?

Too bad I'm only familiar with P5 but ahhhhhh!!!

[justcawse]

[Goro also found this strange. He may have followed the "boy" out of curiosity, but not unarmed. If it could give him more answers about this place and more information to go on, he'll chance it. Thankfully he's not the only one that's come, so it seemed. Donning a red mask and white outfit... Minato might notice the faint glow of Robin Hood behind him.]

Need any assistance?

[OOC: Akechi is in dreamland so uh... have this prompt xD]

Keep Yourself Alive

[daughteroflight]

[ yeah, DG had been tempted and had even made up a little plate for herself, but before she can take a bite people are slumping over and then there are monsters to contend with so this is Not Good. thankfully the forest provides plenty of her weapon of choice, and in short order she's grabbed a long, sturdy stick to thwack spirits with.

after placing her lantern somewhere (hopefully) safe and fending off a couple of spirits she darts over to Minato's side. ]

Think we can fend them off until everyone wakes up?

pyrrha nikos / rwby

[incinerators]

keep yourself alive.

[ pyrrha's stomach has been churning ever since her awakening in beacon. one minute she was running after cinder, still fighting, clinging to her semblance and her shield -- the next she was shot straight through the chest, and a excruciatingly painful burning sensation overcame her and rendered her lifeless. the scene doesn't stop playing in her head as she walks over to the feast. that's when others around her start dropping like flies.

pyrrha gasps and bends down to check on one of those who have fallen. there's still a pulse, maybe some snoring that indicates they've fallen into a deep sleep. she gives them a few shakes. ] Hey, wake up--

[ that's when she sees a flash of green at the corner of her eye, and pyrrha quickly glances over at one of the plates and uses her semblance to send it flying at the spirit. it howls in pain, allowing pyrrha some time to stand up, though she stays close to the person asleep on the ground.

if she sees someone else who's awake in her vicinity, she'll wave them over. ]

I could use a little help over here!

too much love won't kill you!

[ no matter how exhausted or worn down pyrrha is, it won't stand in the way of her being kind. she's certainly not in the mood to be actively handing out compliments, but at the very least she can write something nice on the bulletin board. she looks at her tablet for a few contemplative moments before she finally settles on something decent: ]

To everyone in Beacon: I'd like to thank you for your perseverance and hard work thus far. I know it isn't always easy to move forward after death, but resilience during times like these is what will keep us going. I believe that we can make Beacon a better place this way.

Thank you,
Pyrrha Nikos

i want it all.

[ listen. pyrrha was thoroughly enjoying engaging with this little pumpkin friend, if only because it was a very welcome distraction, but once it started taking up the entire screen she found that it was probably time for an uninstall. ]

Well...it was nice, but I think it's time I stopped feeding you.

[ and she does indeed. it seems to be working up until it starts biting at the corner of her screen. pyrrha blinks, and then watches as it chomps its way inward. well. that's not good.

pyrrha goes to seek out some help, and once she finds someone else she can speak to, she holds up her tablet. the pumpkin is still munching away. ]

Excuse me, sorry to bother you -- did you, perhaps, also get this...little pumpkin on your device?

Keep yourself alive

[moderatelymaladjusted]

[The feast.

Quentin didn't go because- there's just no way he wants anything the spirits are offering right now, not after the latest stunt pulled in Beacon and the horribleness of all of that mess. Not after the vivid and cruel hallucinations or the fucking hands.

But. Eliot went, just like he went to see the play they put up and Quentin had spend both nights low-key hating everything about this place and sulking, eating the last of the pizza from the fridge and pity-drinking alone.

Except. He'd wanted to surprise him by showing up anyway, because this was the kind of idea that made sense back at the cabin and not at all once he got here.

The long table is set, and mostly eaten, the glasses half-full and everywhere he looks, there are bodies lying around. Like all of them keeled over dead at the same time and he starts checking for life signs at once. The haze of cheap red wine lifting just enough with the sudden burst of adrenaline and he goes by all of them, the ones he knows and the ones he doesn't and they're all breathing. All still alive and the night explodes in spirits.

Charging through the treeline, long limbs and teeth flying all over the place and Quentin slams up a Sumerian Shield Charm on instinct, and ducks behind the nearest table.]

They all need help! Come on, help me flip the tables over. [Quentin flips the one he's hiding behind, creating a make-shift barrier with the bonfire at his back and the trees in front.] We can pull them behind this! And-- help? I can't hold the shield for much longer!

Duster | Mother 3

[mindofathief]

A. Keep Yourself Alive

[Duster lies face down on the ground after having eating his fill of dinner. Which was pretty moronic, come to think of it, but he's fed and he's having a wonderful dream. It's twilight, the sun is setting over the quiet forest in the distance, and the air is fresh. It's a nice change.

He's not alone here, apparently. As he lies on on his back in the soft grass, he turns to the nearest person.]

...So I know this is a dream, right? [He's never been aware he was dreaming before. Maybe something weird happens when he acknowledges it to the fake people inside it.]

B. I Want it all

[What is this, no one told him about weird monsters appearing on the screen. How is he supposed to fight it? What is it supposed to eat? He doesn't trust this vegetable with a face.]

this pumpkin keeps asking me to feed it
its in my tablet somehow
i dont think its going away

help?

[thricefold]

[ zita is almost too busy kicking herself for having a nibble of some food to hear her companion's words.

almost.

upon realising that there's someone else here - someone, possibly, in need of help - she quickly allows her to refocus her attention on anything but her own concerns. ]

It should be. I can't- [ she stops herself, not wanting to divulge too much information in the wake of this, feeling unguarded and exposed. ] I don't see anyone else with us. There were more at the party, for certain.

DG | Tin Man

[daughteroflight]

1. Keep Yourself Alive

Following the feast and a solid nap, DG once again finds herself bathed in impossible light, conquering unbreakable darkness. She closes her eyes and smiles up at the bright sky, turning in place to appreciate the warmth for a moment before stopping to get her bearings.

She's outside the church, not her most favorite place but in the sunlight it looks a lot less foreboding. Like something from home-home, Kansas instead of the O.Z. or this...place. Where she's dead. Which is a thing she doesn't want to think about too hard still.

So she turns to catch the eye of a nearby individual, giving them an awkward smile and nodding to the church door.

"Hey. Think we should take a look around, buddy-system style?"

2. Too Much Love Will Kill You

God, fine, okay. I...am thankful I got to find out who I really was. Who I really am, where I belong. Even if I didn't get to- no, okay. I'm thankful I found my home.

2

[mytearsaremine]

That's really cool. Where was your home?

cheryl blossom | riverdale

[sweetwater]

1 - Sheer Heart Attack

Cheryl had rushed to follow the boy through the forest and into the abandoned house, but now she wishes perhaps she used more caution. She has no idea how they're going to get out of this one, but knows the idea will come to her. If she can fend off a serial killer, she can do anything. Cheryl lifts her chin and puts her hands on her hips, hoping to look as confident as she's pretending to feel.

"And what, pray tell, is the meaning of this?" she waves a hand at the gathered spirits, who only chant louder in response.

She glances to her companion. "Perhaps you can sway these spectres? It was your idea." It was Cheryl's idea to follow the boy, but who's keeping track of those kinds of details, anyway?

2 - Too Much Love Will Kill You

I'm thankful for so much. My diary is a true compendium of all moments I count among my blessings. Since you insist, I'll share a selection: I'm grateful for my Blossom genetics that have provided me with hair that's beautiful even in the most unpredictable of environments.

[ ...that's good enough, right? ]

[marmoron]

seriously?

Keith | Voltron: Legendary Defender

[marmoron]

1. Sheer Heart Attack
[In just a handful of seconds, the situation has gone from bizarre to potentially lethal for keith and whoever decided to chase after the little boy. though he's been in more than his fair share of fights over the years, this one clearly doesn't have favorable odds. narrowed eyes dart around the hungry spirits seated at the table then snap back to the puppeteer blocking the exit. his teeth grit.

can these spirits even be killed?

he doesn't know. but he does know that it doesn't have to be both of them dealing with this. mind made up, keith immediately reaches for his bayard which turns into a sword.]

I'll distract 'em. You get out of here!

2. Too Much Love Will Kill You
[what the actual hell, why can't he click out of this post.]

being forced to be thankful while holding my tablet hostage doesn't mean anything you know
but sure. i'm real thankful to be alive here. who wants a peaceful death anyway.

2!

[incinerators]

I can't say I don't understand the sentiment... But better to go down fighting than not having tried at all?

Rhys Strongfork | Borderlands

[rhyses]

keep yourself alive; defender;

Why does everything want to kill us! We're already dead!

[Just! Saying! Holy shit! Rhys is huddled in the Invincible, listening as a large something throws itself against the barricaded door. To his credit, he's wielding a . . . it looks like a stun baton, actually, it looks quite effective, but still: that doesn't mean he's eager to fight.]

I want it all;

RHYZ-WINZ.EXE is loading . . .

It's a virus, probably. Or some stupid add-on that somebody thought would be super cute. Does it matter? He's going to get rid of it, because it's irritating. Maybe another time he'd be in a mood for it, but right now? Ugh. He doesn't need another digital companion, thanks.

His little hack should have jailbroken the tablet and given him access to all programs and passwords, even that stupid file. Instead: Rhys watches as the screen blurs, glitches, and--

Oh, dear.

Not only is that pumpkin getting bigger, but it seems to be angry. And spreading . . .

Maybe your pumpkin is irritated too. Maybe you just notice the panicked expression as Rhys stares at his tablet. Either way: ha ha, fuck, he broke his tablet in the worst way and it's been about half an hour since he got here.]

[sweetwater]

[ This is terrible. Cheryl is crouched behind an overturned table, keeping an eye on the overturned table. she's armed with a bow and arrow, which is useful from distance but she'll be in a bad way if the creator of terrifying noise makes it much farther than the doorway. ]

I don't even know these people! [ It's a hollow complaint, because here she is defending the otherwise defenseless sleeping. And that's either because she's deep down a nice person... or because there are currently no exits available to her to run off. ]

How good are you at using that thing?

zita harrington. | original.

[thricefold]

i;; keep yourself alive. (log prompt.)

[ zita is kneeling on the floor, tending to one of the dreamers by carefully moving and stretching out their limbs to keep the joints from stiffening and from sores developing. when she realises someone is entering the room, she attempts to reach out for something fastened on her waist, hidden from view by her cloak.. ]

Oh- [ she stops when realising that it's one of her fellow defenders and she lowers her hand, letting it rest on her lap as she inclines her head in apology. ] I'm sorry. I thought you were one of them. Is there a reason you're here?

[ zita stands up as she speaks, fixing the wrinkles from her outfit. she certainly stands out - she's still wearing her glittering white cloak and dress, and her expression, despite all that's happened, is still gentle and sweet. ]

Are you hurt? Is someone in need of aid?

ii;; too much love will kill you. (network prompt.)

I'm thankful that I'm here and no one else from my family is here.

It means I did my job correctly before my arrival. No matter what happens here, I'm content in the knowledge those back home are safe from danger for the time being. Much as I want to be with them a little longer, knowing I successfully laid my life down for them during times of need is comforting knowledge.

iii;;; wildcard!!

[ want to do something else? feel free to do it here! also, you’re welcome to hit me up/plot with me via my plurk prognostic if there’s something specific you want. ]

—2 / @parker

[webshoots]

[ WOW this speaks to peter on a deep level. ]

That's a lot for one person to take on, but it sounds like they were lucky to have you.

mewtwo | pokemon

[mewtiny]

KEEP YOURSELF ALIVE

[Yeah, no, mentally and far more eloquently, says the 6'0 tall cat monster who just lingers at the edge of the feast like a wayward spirit, only more unnerving somehow. It made a perfectly reasonable decision to not trust the obvious trap and it's rewarded for its foresight by not being in a coma. Yay team.

Unfortunately, it now has a moral dilemma, which it's finding it hates as a general rule. These humans have not bothered it, and have honestly respected its decision to give them all a wide berth. It owes them nothing and they owe it nothing. Whether or not they get feasted on by these strange green-eyed creatures who aren't Pokemon nor human nor anything it can name is not its concern.

Or at least it wants to believe that.

Two of the creatures have come upon a hapless sleeper whose only crime was taking the bait. They deserve their fate, don't they? They were foolish.

It's not my concern. It doesn't voice this thought out loud, telepathically, but it echoes loudly and mockingly right back as if it had shouted it into a canyon. If it must be here among this lot, then it has to be concerned with them. They're all it has with nothing similar to brace itself against, like the other clones. United in only one thing- death.

Which doubles back towards this not mattering and could've easily led to a further philosophical debate while chaos breaks out around it, but it gives into the better impulse and its eyes glow with eerie blue light as it lifts the two pawing, nipping creatures up before they can do more damage to their sleeping victim. It hurls them away- probably into either a tree, another group of them or, god forbid, some random asshole who got in the way of telepathy. It didn't really think to aim, okay.

So. Guess it's involved now....]

SHEER HEART ATTACK

[That is not an ordinary child. Its mind is empty, impossible to read. It gives off nothing to its acute senses. It's another trick.

Mewtwo is realizing that the humans here are really, really shit at not falling for tricks, as evidenced by how many people are willing to follow the child into the damn woods. Again, it could let them reap the consequences of their idiocy, but... well.

It doesn't really have a choice but to get more and more involved with these people. That's a lesson it's learning. Vitally important. Persistent. Mildly irritating.

So as soon as someone makes to follow the kid, a deep voice, the sound of which would make a thousand twelve-year-olds suddenly have their first sexual awakening, echoes in their head.]

It's a trick.

[WHERE DID THE VOICE COME FROM?? Possibly the 6'0 tall, vaguely cat-like being not moving its lips, but regarding the whole situation with an intensely creepy wariness?? Maybe??]

TOO MUCH LOVE WILL KILL YOU |

[There's a lot of questions about how Mewtwo is even using the fucking tablet, but it all amounts to "it's psychic, so shut up" in the end, so whatever. For the record, this is coercion and Mewtwo is not fond of being forced to do anything, and also again? It owes nothing to these people!! Why is mutual respect and careful distance not enough.

After failing to do literally anything else, the genius mastermind who built a castle in like two months, but is somehow helpless against a tablet virus, gives in to the power of the comment box, because fuck you comment box.]

I am grateful that you humans are not cruel.

[Well it's true. Now watch someone prove it wrong. That comment basically asks for it, but it's prepared for that inevitability.]

( prompt: too much love. )

[thricefold]

[ perhaps as a way to not immediately meet those expectations - if only to make the inevitability all the more crushing, because life is just like that - the first message is from someone who's going by @zita: ]

That's an interesting thing to be grateful for.

[ it might possibly come across as judging since the network can't convey tone but it's coming from purely a curious state on her end. ]

Kaworu Nagisa // Evangelion

[5thchild]

Keep Yourself Alive

[ This should be called, in fact, don't bother to keep yourself alive.
Kaworu is around and checking everything (and everyone) in front of him with much curiosity, but he politely refused any sort of food. Not only he does not need it, but he isn't knowledgeable enough to recognize Lilin food; as someone who refuses to consume living creatures with a nervous system, he wasn't going to try his luck at food like that. So while he remained close and watched everything with much interest, Kaworu refused any offer of food.

Which means he is very much awake while everyone falls into their slumber and spirits attack. Anyone saying it's his role to defend the town, they are being surprisingly hopeful. Kaworu is not as proactive as one would expect from someone who was so interested in peeking around earlier on; in fact, he has no reason to even bother to defend himself.


Ultimately, because they are all dead.

Why does it matter? Why would one still want to attack and defend, when they are all technically dead?There is no future for Kaworu, his role has ended, and therefor whatever step is next is, ultimately, unnecessary. It's not that he wishes to die: he simply has no need to stay alive either.

In other words? When an angry spirit charges at him, Kaworu simply looks back at it and smiles softly, ready to accept what comes next. ]


Too much love will kill you

[ Now, this is what Kaworu lives for. Showing love and being thankful. ]

I believe I was born to meet him, to live for him, and die for him. I am most thankful for every second of it, and I am thankful now, for being able to remember it all and to cherish it.


I want it all

[ Well, Kaworu fed the digital pumpkin because a) it's digital b) it kept changing as he fed it c) he was curious. Deep down, he also thought he could still control his device with his powers if he wanted to, but only now he came to realize he no longer is able to manipulate technology the way he did before. Stopping also did not help, since the pumpkin got mad and is now eating his device away.

The angel is very ready to just drop his device and ignore it, but as someone gave this to him, he also does not wish to be ungrateful. Therefor, he attempts to use the network simply to ask: ]

I am not familiar with pumpkins. I believe I need some help dealing with one. [ be more specific, kaworu

but alas, he is not and that's all he will say. Meanwhile, anyone passing by Kaworu would see him sitting down, watching the angry pumpkin eating his apps away with a sconfused expression. He isn't sure what he is meant to do, honestly. ]

Keep Yourself Alive

[marmoron]

[keith's a little suspicious, a little untrusting by nature, especially when it comes to being in a new environment wtih stakes that are unclear to him... which is to say, he's giving the food that's been offered to all of them a solid pass. as the bodies begin slumping over at the table, keith's eyes narrow.

he grabs the sleeping body of the person closest to him -- are they dead? what even happens if you're dead and you die again? he finds a pulse and watches briefly as their chest rises and falls. but the existential questions will seemingly have to wait. the green imps show up, and for whatever reason the strange kid that's still awake isn't running away. bayard activated, the weapon turns into a sword as keith runs towards him.]

Hey! Over here!

[the shout makes the green creatures turn to face him and for that the nearest one finds itsself getting gouged from the shoulder down. its shrieks echo horribly into the night as they retreat. there's likely going to be more where that came from, but for now they're gone and the kid has keith's undivided attention.]

What are you doing? Why didn't you run?

carmilla karstein. carmilla webseries (warnings for blood, vampirism, sacrifices kinda???)

[vampirella]

BRING ME A DREAM.

( one minute, she's doing the big damn hero thing, and... the next she's here. Carmilla really doubts it's heaven. for starters, she really barely believes in such a ridiculous concept of a happy place in the clouds only homophobes get to see, and secondly, even if such a place existed there's no chance in the slightest she'd end up there. she wasn't called a demon throughout most of the 1700s to end up in heaven. she's not sure what is happening — did she get sucked into the bright light of Lophiiformes and this is just her life now?

sitting on a plain white beach, sun beating down on her dark head, really isn't doing it for her. for starters, she's not dressed for the beach, big time. also, seeing as it's absolutely empty, she really is missing the whole "party" vibe. it could be worse, she could be inundated with the souls the sumerian god slug had consumed, right? since most of those were her exes, that would have been worse for sure. it beat being trapped in a coffin of blood, but only barely.

she's annoyed, most of all. she'd almost been looking forward to the nothingness of finally being dead, and now... she's here, by herself, all over again.

you'd think she'd be grateful to hear sluggish steps in the sand behind her, though the fact she snaps without turning around to say, ) I don't care who you are, beat it and find your own slice of afterlife! ( indicates she's not super feeling company either. )

LOVED UP.

are you serious? as if forcing people to play nice is going to get any genuine results.

okay, fine: i'm so grateful to be in this shithole instead of the shithole i was last. really trading up from one crappy situation to another, only this one is terribly lit.

TAMOGATCHI MADNESS

( she's had to resort to voice commands, since her pumpkin has definitely gotten big enough to cover a majority of her screen. she can barely read anything on it, and still keeps gleefully feeding the little monster. her voice is a quiet drawl when she finally bothers to talk: )

Think we can feed these little monsters enough that they'll eat the entire operating system? ( unbelievably, Carmilla sounds endeared to the little monstrosities. hopefully it's not an option to overfeed the poor things into destroying the entire network, because she might.... )

WILDCARD.

( none of these working? want to do another thing? i'm super game! feel free to pm me or hit me up at my plurk, meowed! )

dreaming

[lightlessflame]

[Agnes stops. She wasn't really looking for a conversation. This just happened to be where she was walking, only paying attention to her surroundings enough not to walk headlong into anything. She's not dressed so well for the beach, either: in a woolen coat and scarf, she may as well be in the middle of winter. Her hands remain in her pocket.]

Alright.

[But she doesn't move, not yet. She watches, her gaze deep and intense, like she's trying to figure out everything that underlies the snappy remark.]

Amos Burton | The Expanse

[iamthatguy]

1: Keep Yourself Alive

Shit!

[The fucking things are everywhere, scrambling over tables and chairs and... bodies. Because yeah, everyone who was eating has suddenly dropped down dead or something. Amos skids back from the table, dropping the bread roll he'd picked up and grabbing the nearest weapon he can get his hands on. A butter knife. Fantastic. He doesn't have time to find something better, the thing is on him, all skinny limbs and a gaping, toothy maw.]

Get it off me. Get this fucking thing off me!

2: Too Much Love Will Kill You
Thanks for finding the armoury. That was useful.

[vampirella]

( big damn hero bullshit hadn't worked out for her the last time she tried it. obviously. since she's here, at the halloween variant of the mad hatter's tea party. how is this second death even worse than the first time around? that seems improbable, because it was terrible. the fact doing the "right" thing dumped her here, even more miserable, really makes her feel like the giving a shit about anyone that isn't her is sort of a waste of her time.

that said... whatever this thing is, it doesn't seem fun. she could abandon this unfortunate soul and make a break for it, though she supposes she might have better luck figuring out what is going on if she's not trying to figure it out solo. maybe if things go further south, she can sacrifice this guy to her own survival then.

she drags back, bodily, on whatever slippery shadowy limb she can find. despite the fact she's strong, it doesn't seem to do much. )

Don't just hold that thing! Stab it! ( butter knife or no, if he puts it through an eye or a throat, it'll do some damage. )

julia wicker | the magicians

[ourladytrees]

sheer heart attack

[ Of course following the little boy turns out to be a bad thing. Really, she should have learned by now, but it was a kid. She couldn't not follow him, not when he might need her help. Which is why she hurries through the forest, ducking beneath branches and climbing over protruding roots. It's why she goes into that house that looks like something out of a nightmare, because whatever's inside can't be worse than what she's faced before.

She didn't think the universe would see that as a challenge. But that's cool. These spirits aren't so scary— Okay, no, that one is a bit, actually. ]

Shit.

[ Julia stares at the Baubledook, a trickle of actual fear going down her spine as she takes in those long fingers and that pale face that smiles so terrifyingly... But then she remembers who she is, all she has been, and she straightens her back, hands at her sides sparking with bits of magic at her fingertips. Because fuck this. ]

too much love

I am thankful for the people who stood by me while I got my shit together. Especially the ones who aren't around anymore. Though I guess in this place that's most of them.

There, you happy now?

2 much eliot

[itselbitch]

I accept payments in wine and joints

Richie Tozier / It / ota, will match format

[trashmouthed]

ONE █ SHEER HEART ATTACK

[A lot of this place is uncharted territory for Richie and he more or less keeps to himself thanks to the circumstances surrounding his own death. When a creepy little kid in a cloak shows up, though, he knows better. This is how all the stories go back home, kids missing, kids murdered by their own parents - kids killed by other kids.

Kids are the common denominator and no one is so thrilled to be here that they're encouraging a journey into the woods with bright eyes and a brighter smile.]

I wouldn't buy into the load of shit that kid's selling if I were you.

[There, now no one can say that he wasn't at least charitable. Pro-tips for the people that automatically assume youthfulness means innocence.]

TWO █ TOO MUCH LOVE WILL KILL YOU

[Richie's not used to being swayed, glamoured, or compelled, and he's definitely not used to not having control over himself. He's been boggled by the network since day one - but that's not enough to get him consistently communicating. He doesn't even set up his username until he has to, but now it's like an itching at his skin, a nagging need to say something- anything, and he's not positive, he might as well be a damn nihilist so when he does reply to the bulletin it's simple:]

text / un: trashmouth
I'm grateful for losers

THREE █ I WANT IT ALL

video / un: trashmouth
[Richie's just fucking with his tablet, he's not intentionally broadcasting so when the screen cuts on you see a mop of brown hair, large thick rimmed glasses, and a disgruntled face. His brow his furrowed, his lips twisted up and it's clear he's agitated.]

What the dick is this pumpkin shit supposed to be?! What do you eat you stupid little asshole besides the goddam tablet!!

shot through the heart

[vampirella]

I've seen The Grudge. I know how that works.

( it's not fun, and she's already died recently. she's not signing up to see how #3 does her any time soon. Sarah Michelle Gellar didn't nearly die for her not to learn a lesson about chasing spooky children. she's totally fine here, thanks for asking.

she lifts a brow at the foul-mouthed infant who is so thoughtfully steering people away from what promises to be pulled from the pages of a straight-to-DVD horror movie script. funny, she'd have thought the scrappy child would be running headfirst into danger. maybe dying and ending up here had spooked him? )

I'm surprised you have enough common sense to stay put with all that puberty rattling around in your brain. ( wow... loving..... sorry Richie. )

katie ( pidgeon ) holt / voltron: legendary defender

[subroutines]

( too much love will kill you; )

( it isn't that she isn't thankful for … things … in a very general sense! she's just generally not that public of a person, putting her thanks out in the open, no matter how generic it might be, just isn't her style.

so, she tries to navigate away from the bulletin. once. twice. three times? no dice.

hm. )

so let's say someone wanted to fiddle around with something on the network
like maybe … coding wise
how badly would that be frowned upon?

( she's thinking of maybe trying to make it possible to get away from the bulletin? pidgeon, no. just say something nice. )

( i want it all;; )

( naturally, a cute little pumpkin sprite shows up wanting to be fed, and she feeds it; it's a whole heck of a lot like having one of those nanopets or a tamagotchi, except where those things were concerned she had a tendency to forget to feed them for weeks and when she picked it up again … well, it was never good.

but the thing keeps getting bigger, and bigger, and of course she stops feeding it in order to. she doesn't know. maybe make it shrink? that'll work, right? except it doesn't, and she picks up her tablet to find the thing has already chomped its way through a good chunk of one corner — and she squawks. ) What the heck!? Stop that! ( well. that just means that anyone passing by her will hear her talking to a pixelated pumpkin.

anybody wanna help her out? )

too much love eh

[marmoron]

don't know the actual answer to your question but...
sounds like a fun challenge for you.
or y'know. maybe you can't fix all your problems with code

[seeing as he's apparently not meant to be fixing his problems with pointy objects.]

Dean Winchester | Supernatural (Fashionably late, with Starbucks)

[night_moves]

Sheer Heart Attack

"Follow the creepy little boy.. said no alive hunter ever." Dean mumbled under his breath as he followed the small child towards the towering haunted house.

This was a bad idea. If there was a list of bad ideas, this would be somewhere in the top five, but there was no Sam to talk sense into him. Someone probably needed help and Dean didn't have it in him to leave anyone to whatever fate was in this house. He was ready-ish as he followed the boy through the door and into the family room.

"It's like a Seder with the Adam's family."

Maybe he wasn't ready.

The boy crumbled into a heap and Dean instantly realized his error. "Shit." He stepped back towards the door and then stopped when he felt the shadow of a large creature looming over him. He turned and found himself face to face with an eight legged thing blocking between him and the door. "Double shit."

Dean always was a fan of shoot first and ask questions later.

Too Much Love Will Kill You

Network: @.blackdog
Info: Robert Plant

I am thankful for the song that's stuck in my head.

[It just so happens that the song is Shake it Off by Taylor Swift … and no one will ever know.]

Wild Card

[ooc: I am good with whatever, come at me and I'll run with it. Warning, I am a new player so if I mess something up about the setting let me know and I'll adjust. I think I've read everything.]

Sheer Heart Attack

[justcawse]

[Akechi had been checking out the area. He didn't really think it was wise to follow this mysterious kid, but it looks like someone else took the bait. Well... He had two choices. One, he could go and help this guy out.... Or two, he could just keep walking and keep out of it. As tempting as the latter choice was... He decided to just follow.

Dean may or may not have noticed him slip in, but he doesn't care.]

Robin Hood! Take him down!

[And just like that, he might notice a 18 year old dressed in an almost princely style. Behind him, though it's hard to see it unless you're close enough to see the glow, is a giant creature behind him. Looking towards him after some sort of holy attack hits the "boy".]

Can you fight?

Pike Trickfoot | Critical Role

[platedpike]

Keep Yourself Alive - Defender

[The adorably tiny gnome holds a mace in one hand and a shield in the other. Her small frame is clad in armor with a gleaming symbol of Sarentae resting upon her chest. It doesn't admit light but it burns with the righteous furry she feels coursing through her body.]

You will not touch them!

[Her voice is sweet but filled with confidence and determination as she stands between the vicious green spirits and the peaceful sleepers.

White angel wings span from her back as she manifests the divine power that had been blessed upon her. As she casts there is no light and the effect is dimmed because of it but the spirits freeze, suddenly afraid of this tiny cleric.]

Sarentae help us.

I Want It All

Network: @.lightofsarentae

I keep feeding the cute little pumpkin but I cannot see my screen very well. Does anyone know what to do?

I feel awful when it starts crying but it's getting to big.

Lack of Light but not of Faith - Wild Card

[Pike stands at the shore of the lake and stares out at the gleaming streak of light emitting from the lighthouse. She wonders what is causing the light to cascade out from the other side of the lake and why it is she can't see more. This world is so dark.

Her fingers curl around the symbol of Sarentae resting upon her breast bone and she prays softly. She calls a soft light to the holy symbol and feels the warmth of her god surrounding her but when she opens her eyes the darkness continues to press against her. Her eyes drop to the holy trinket to find it softly glowing but emitting nothing.

The magical holy light is being swallowed by the darkness.]

What does this mean?

[Her voice begins to tremble as the light that once shone through her soul feels somehow diminished.

Can her god not hear her?]

[ooc: Dean mun here again. Sorta testing out who I want to app! I have no idea how her powers will actually work in game so please bare with me and know that the first prompt might not be game transferable. I did double check the light stuff so hopefully I did that right! Feel free to come at me with any prompt or let me know if I tots messed something up :D because I am going to reread everything before Dec. 22nd to make sure I got this all down.]

Lack of Light but not of Faith

[maisel]

You're gonna have to be more specific, kiddo.

[ Has she assumed she's talking to a small child? Absolutely. It's not Pike's fault, it's that Midge had seen her from a distance and from the back, and there's not a lot of gnomes running around 1950s New York. ]

Neat light trick, though.

[ By this point she's actually reached her from where she'd called out a few feet. She's dressed to the nines, holding a pink lantern, and when she looks down she smiles. ]

Too bad it's a dud, huh?