riverview: test drive meme

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riverview test drive meme

Welcome to Riverview's first test drive meme! Feel free to dip your toes in on the test drive meme to try out your character in the setting, play out a mission, and get samples for your application at the same time!

● Reserves are currently OPEN.
● Applications open on March 1st.
● All threads on the test drive meme can count as game canon once the game is up and running.
● TDM threads do not count for Activity Check, but they do count for Activity Bonus Points.

Feel free to use the prompts below or create your own scenario. The setting is built to be flexible, so feel free to make things up as you go.

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prompt i: batten down the hatches

If the sky has seemed a little more yellow-green than usual for the past couple of days, there's a reason for that. Meteorologists have been warning of a particularly nasty storm blowing in from the direction of the Delta in the Southwestern part of the Abandoned City.

The Quarantine is about to be hit by a nasty typhoon, and there's a lot to be done. Whether you're helping sandbag the banks of the river, which is bound to be swollen by the storm and flooding, weatherproofing your building, or just huddling indoors for warmth and helping reassure your friends, family, or partner that everything will be okay, it's time to take action!

prompt ii: monster madness

There's been a lot of talk around the Quarantine about the various predators and monsters outside the fence, and how they've been getting steadily more active, crowding the fences, trying to leap over them, seemingly driven by some kind of mania. There have even been increasing instances of predators that normally mind their own business attacking the fences wholesale, slamming into it over and over as if they're trying to find a weakness.

The good news? The fences have been holding. So far.

The bad news? They won't be holding for much longer.

The Perimeter Guard is in a bad way, and it's all hands on deck. They've also sent out a few of the Perimeter Guard Cadets to post up flyers around the city asking for temporary help in fighting off the beasts. So pick up whatever weapon you're best with, hop onto a truck transport, and head on over to the fences to help drive off the monsters and keep the Quarantine safe.

prompt iii: hold your lover close

With a storm rolling in that's going to keep everyone indoors, that might cause power outages, and is just frankly pretty scary, a lot of the clubs, restaurants, and hotels are doing special events to keep everyone's brains occupied and flooded with endorphins.

There are flyers around the city advertising various couples activities: speed dating, dance classes, overnight pool parties, and all-expenses-paid lovers' nights in.

The catch? The great deals only count if you're a twosome. So if you don't have someone to love, hit up speed dating in the indoor courtyard of Riverview's largest mall, or grab the first person you see and take the opportunity.

prompt iv: solution

After a day or two of storm activity, things are definitely not getting better: the rain is torrential, the monsters are attacking with increased energy and decreased rest times, and the distractions are starting to wear thin. Power outages happen off and on, a very rare situation in Riverview Quarantine.

The government has put out an all-points-bulletin imploring anyone with an exploratory spirit to help.

From what government science techs can tell, the storm isn't natural - after all, even the meteorologists were saying that the pressure systems seemed extremely strange. They've managed to narrow the cause to an area in the delta where the storm seems to be originating from, and are broadcasting the general location so anyone with the guts can head out into the storm and try to find the source of it.

Any characters who decide to penetrate the jungle in search of the source will find a device in the shape of a pyramid, with glowing blue edges about a day's walk into the Abandoned City. The pyramid is a malfunctioning weather control device that is causing wild pressure fluctuations and causing the storm as well as making the animals in the jungle aggressive and erratic. Characters can destroy or deactivate the device to end the storm.

This mission can be threaded out however you would like, in groups however large you would like, and more than one team can accomplish the goal.

prompt v: wildcard/network

Whether you're looking for help with a mission or just want to get to know your fellow new arrivals, your character can make a post to the network.

Or you can choose your own adventure and do something else in the setting!

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Yuri Plisetsky | Yuri!!! On Ice

[bespredel]

ii: monster madness

[ This was insanity. Everything- from his first arrival, to this moment- this ridiculous decision- insane.

He was a skater, a dancer; not a fighter. He fought with words, and occasionally a well placed kick, or on the ice, surrounded by music and lead by a burning desire for perfection. His greatest weapon there had always been his grace and unfailing determination- nothing like this. It was almost comical, when they had asked him if he would like a weapon- the blank stare he had fixed them in return as he tried to fathom what to put in his hand. What in this world, or any other might help.

'Do you have any knife boots?' he'd asked, joking, because the suggestion was just as absurd as the situation itself. They'd given him confused, quizzical looks back, exchanging unsure glances, before Yuri had scoffed- and picked up a spear taller than he was. He didn't know why. It wasn't as if he really knew how to use one.

He supposed he would figure it out. Or die.

Death was probably a possibility.

Yuri probably should have been more worried about it than he was; but everything was still coloured with a sense of surreality that had him feeling rather... removed from the idea. So there he was. Fifteen, skinny as a rail, gripping a spear tightly in hand, staring at the fences as though he dared any of those monsters to make it across.

He refused to be afraid.

It had once been said he had the eyes of a soldier. A skater, a dancer, and now-

Yuri Plisetsky would prove just what kind of soldier at heart he was.

iii: hold your lover close gross

[ Whoever's idea this sick joke had been was going to meet the bottom of Yuri's boot. It was, apparently, too damn much to ask to get into a dance studio to unwind. To practice. To do anything else that didn't include fighting monsters, dealing with more god damn strangers. Yuri didn't like people enough to put up with this sort of shit on a good day.

Tearing down one of the advertisement pamphlets, Yuri furiously tore it into smaller and smaller pieces, gritting his teeth before throwing the litter to the ground, stomping on it, and grinding it underneath his foot. ]

What asshole came up with such a stupid idea! [ He shouted to no one, still grinding the paper into the ground, before shoving his hands into the pockets of his hoodie, and whipping around. ] What the hell are you looking at, asshole?!

v: wildcard

[ want something different? let me know and we can figure out a different starter! c: ]

ii

[anotheroldsoldier]

[Bucky would rather fight than stay behind. It eases the restless itch that niggles at the back of his mind; he's a man of action, rest is never easy for an old soldier. There are monsters gathering at the fences, and so of course that's where he wants to be. Fighting he knows, at least.

Luckily, he was brought here armed, though he's left the stars and stripes back in his trunk for today. It seemed too bright, too conspicuous. He hops off the transport truck with shield on his back and gun and knife at his belt, boots thudding in the dirt, and that's about when he sees a weedy kid clutching a spear taller than he is. There's a brief flash of disdain on his face - not for the kid, but for the person who recruited him, but it's gone as quickly as it appears.

He schools his features into something calm, if skeptical, as he makes his way over.]

You know how to use that thing? [It's not out of the question. God knows he's known plenty of teenagers who can fight. Hell, he's been a teenage soldier.]

v: wildcard

[advanced]

[Let me know if this isn't okay.]

[Bucky has never stayed in the communal housing he was assigned, it's far too dangerous and exposed. But living like a ghost, mostly sleeping rough and not having a job, does not really allow for adequate food.

Which is why he's broken into one of the little apartments today. He thinks the owners are out, so he should be safe raiding their fridge like a massive thief.]

wildcard! colonel mustard in the library with a marlinspike

[diagenesis]

[He is sitting at a desk that he has, for all intents and purposes, taken over. Books are scattered across it, sheafs of paper weighted down with whatever he had on hand with which to do so. He is reading a book - or more specifically, he is studying a book. Every now and then he'll jot down something on a piece of paper set beneath his right hand, in almost immaculate Cyrillic. He keeps this up for a while until, sufficiently stumped by a word, he gets up from his desk to go find a proper dictionary.

James moves with the sort of grace you can only acquire from years on a rolling shipdeck, but it's not infallible. He certainly doesn't expect to round a corner and nearly collide with a lad of maybe fourteen summers if he's a damn day.

He frowns slightly.]

Apologies.

[He considers that to be the End of It, and reaches above the lad's head for the dictionary in question.]

loki laufeyson, marvel-616

[ikols]

i. batten down the hatches.

[ 'You're supposed to be good with words, right? They're scared, help out a little.' So, here he is as some official or another walks away, leaving Loki with a small group of children to entertain. This isn't exactly my forte, he bites back, hoping the bolshy fella falls into the swollen river, but all the same ...

The rain is smattering hard at the tarpaulin under which the children have taken shelter while there is no one spare to return them to their homes. He ignites a green flame on his palm, which prompts a few squeals and coos, then laughter as he shines the resulting rainbows into the tent from the doorway. ]

Now that the Terminator is gone, who can tell me anything about the deadly yet fabulous Light Elves of Alfheim who harness rainbows into swords to fight off their enemies?

iii. hold your lover close.

Why, of course this is my [ BOYFRIEND/GIRLFRIEND, you decide, ] and I appreciate your dedication in sticking to the rules, my good bouncer. The shadiness of some is not to be taken lightly, eh?

[ Having flung an arm around your character, they can expect to be reeled in as Loki tries to lie his way into a couples' pool party. ]

Me and my darling heart, here, have been together so long I can barely recall our first date! What about you, lover?

[ His smile may be charming but his eyes say DON'T HECK THIS UP. ]

o n e

[amelioraate]

[ Maybe it's curiosity that makes Tony double back to see where the official was leading Loki, or maybe it was masochism, but something makes him stop hauling the sandbags to more strategic locations (seriously, they were wasting their time putting them near the river, but nobody wants to listen to him) and check in.

He is not making sure that the godling isn't in trouble (or making trouble) no matter what that stupid little voice in the back of his head might be chirping at him. Nope, just good old curiosity.

Curiosity that leads him to... story time?

Tony stands in the doorway, one eyebrow raised, as he watches green flames and rainbows entertain the children and--- seriously, who put Loki in the same place as children? How did that--]

Please tell me you are not telling them stories about Middle Earth because that would just be cruel. Though it might be enough to put them to sleep despite this storm.

[ Hope you don't mind company, Loki.]

Three

[suckstobestrange]

[ Stephen had been minding his own damn business for a change. Things were quiet, and he’d actually been considering just making his way down to the library to see what he could find when there was a sudden clamp of an arm around him, tugging him across the sidewalk a few steps. He blinked a bit in surprise, but the continued conversation had enough cues for him to guess what was happening here. One brow lifting as he caught the subtext in the gaze that Loki threw his way, considered disentangling and leaving the man to his argument. But at the same time what was the harm in playing along? So he offered a faint smile, inwardly glad he’d decided to wear something a bit more casual-friendly for his outing. It made selling the whole thing a bit easier as he let a hand settle on his ‘lover’s’ shoulder with an indulgent chuckle. ]

You mean when we went to that little pizza parlor down on Fifth, right my dear? [ Turning his attention to the bouncer, indulgence slipping to something a bit more confused, as if he couldn’t imagine why they were still standing there with the man in their way. ]

There’s nothing wrong is there? [ You owe him Loki. ]

iii because why not

[deathkid]

[ having an arm slung around him by a stranger is never what nico would like to experience. he's not fond of being touched in general and the stranger is not only encroaching on his personal space bubble, but he's rudely popping it by declaring them lovers. understandably, nico's face turns a brilliant shade of red as he looks up at the stranger's features.

vibrant green hair and dark eyes. the flicker of mischief. well, styx, if that doesn't remind him of someone, making this entire thing all the more awkward. it's not like he wants to go to a pool party. parties are most certainly not his thing. but it seems like he has no chance now that he's being dragged along. the look he gives the guy is dark and dangerous on its own, but what would normally be a frightening affect is somewhat dampened (heh) by the way his ears begin to heat up.

he should steal into the shadows and slip away, but not wanting to draw attention to himself, he hunches his shoulders and slides his hands into the pockets of his aviator jacket. ]

Gee, it's funny. I can't seem to remember it either.

[ in the flattest tone of voice possible. ]

curtis holt • arrow •

[mrterrific]

i. BATTEN DOWN THE HATCHES

Living in Star City has prepared Curtis to deal with a lot of bullshit and a lot of crises, but he's never had to deal with meterological shit on this level, before. Usually, when shit got real where he was from, it took the form of assassin cults, or nukes, or supersoldiers, or even aliens. Compared to all that, a storm sounds pretty tame. But there are sandbags to be carried, and he might as well pitch in. So Curtis rolls up his sleeves and volunteers to help storm-proof the river.

iii. SPEED DATING

To say that Curtis is not exactly in a romantic place right now in his life would be putting it mildly. It was his romantic troubles that had gotten him kidnapped and brought to this weird world in the first place. So when he first sees those flyers go up for a dozen different activities for couples, he scoffs. It's like the universe is going out of its way to pour salt in the wound. He tries to occupy his time in other ways, to ignore the events and all the paired-off people participating in them.

But eventually, out of boredom, anger, and quasi-masochism, he finds his steps leading him to the mall courtyard, where the speed dating fiasco appears to be taking place. Can't hurt to try, right? There's probably someone else there like him - someone who has no interest in any sort of actual romance but who is desperate to kill time. He'll be open about his situation, find someone in a similarly pragmatic mood, and they'll figure things out from there. Not like Paul's going to find out. (Not like Paul would give a shit, even if he did).

v. NETWORK

so on a scale of one to ten how certain are we this place isn't some kind of:

a) drug-induced mass hallucination
b) underground bunker set up by a supervillain
c) computer-simulated dream reality like in the matrix

iii.

[causational]

[Eddie's never done speed dating before. Earlier in his life, he hadn't been the person anyone would've wanted to date, and he couldn't blame them, so he'd never really tried. After he'd been dateworthy, he'd either been too busy or it had come relatively easily.

So the truth is, Eddie only has the vaguest notion of how this thing works, and he's not really sure where he's supposed to go. It looks like there are tables or something, and people are going from table to table. For a moment, he just stands there, warring with himself about why he's even here, what he hopes to accomplish, and how much he doesn't want to touch romance with a 10 foot pole right now.

Then he takes a deep breath and squares his shoulders, starts heading over toward the check-in area, because he can't let himself wallow, and promptly bumps into someone.]

Oh, wow, um. Sorry. I guess I was a little distracted...

v.

[signifies]

I'd say the higher end of the scale for options b and c. What do you think?

[ drugs shouldn't work on him that he knows of... ]

v.

[inlaid]

I'd believe a hallucination before the other two but I'm pretty sure it's not that either.

Have you already ruled out demonic sorcery? They're the only ones I can think of that could land a punch like this to all of us, that would want to.

V

[notthatblonde]

You're not in Star City anymore Curtis. No need to be so suspicious.

v.

[prosecutorial]

[Oh my God is that Curtis? Please actually be Curtis, please actually be a familiar face.]

Given my experience in Star City? I'm putting my money on B. Though, also given Star City I feel like it's WAY more complicated than that.

nico di angelo ▪ camp halfblood chronicles

[deathkid]

♇ ０１. batten down the hatches ➜

[ it's just his luck. typical, as it were. to arrive just in time to get drenched. as the rain falls steadily, turning his normally floppy and fluffy, dark grecian curls into a sodden mess, nico glares at the world around him. arms that had been crossed unwind to push back some of his soaked bangs and he regards the world through dark, colorless eyes. to those who look close, they might see a flicker of power or madness glinting as if from behind a shattered mirror. the very air around nico is colder, and if that wasn't enough to dissuade strangers from drawing close, the scowl on his lips might do it.

of course, standing in the rain isn't the best way to spend one's time, so after checking to make sure his stygian iron sword is still strapped to his chain belt, nico trudges through the puddles and mud in search of some shelter. his hands are shoved into the pockets of his aviator coat and he can feel his ramones shirt starting to stick to his skin. not very pleasant.

at some point, however, he hears a racket of noise and glancing around, he notices a crew of people piling sandbags against a bank, hoping to keep some of the water at bay. figuring he might as well help since he's already as wet as can be, he strides over and finds an area where there aren't quite as many people and less coverage. he pauses only to check to see if anyone is watching and then presses his hands to the muddy ground and concentrates. without seconds, a wall of stone erupts from the ground, effectively ensuring the water won't break through. he doesn't have his half-sister's power over the earth, but it should be enough for the time being. ]

☠ ０２. monster madness ➜

[ now, this is something nico knows intimately. with the battle senses ingrained in his blood, in his dna, he feels at ease and even at home when he has his stygian iron sword in hand. it whirls, swings, stabs with deadly efficiency, and whatever monster that might get in his way is soon destroyed with its soul evaporating into the fear-inducing blade. there's a grin on nico's lips, one that speaks of death and destruction because this is his element. and when he's not engaging the enemy, he'll snap his fingers, willing two skeletal soldiers from the ground below his feet to help with the battle.

woe to anyone who approaches, though. in times like this, when nico is risking his life and thrilling in the adrenaline, an aura of fear surrounds him. one that will settle in a person's bones. the chill of death. he is, after all, the son of hades. ]

📨 ０５. wild card/network ➜

[ want to play out smth else? hit me up at laundry ]

01

[mrterrific]

[ Curtis was just minding his business. Carrying sandbags. Doing his part, you know? Except one moment his back's turned and there's an entire section that needs sandbags, and then when he turns around again, there's a wall there. A wall made of stone. A wall that was definitely not there a few seconds ago.

He stares, open-mouthed, taking off his glasses to wipe the rain from them. But when he puts them back on, the wall is still there. So Curtis takes a few steps towards it, ignoring the cold rain beating down on his head and shoulders. He points a finger at the wall, glancing around him, asks in a loud voice: ]

Where'd that wall come from? I swear that wasn't there, like, ten seconds ago. It wasn't there, right?

ellie | the last of us

[pundemic]

wildcard (on the outskirts of town, somewhere in the woods)

[Like she's supposed to be okay with being in a city called Quarantine. Like she's supposed to be okay with walls. With school. With being away from one of the only people on the whole fucking planet that cares about her at all.

Angry doesn't cover the half of it.

And maybe there's a part of here that would have had a real blast once upon a time. New people, new place. No infection. But that part of her's gone silent and dormant beneath the part that watches everybody like a wolf.

She spends a lot of time alone. She just-- she can't relate to people that've never been hungry, never been hurt, never been hunted. And it isn't like it's their fault. She knows that. She isn't even jealous or resentful. She tried on the thought of, why the hell wasn't my life like that? and decided it didn't fit her. She's had some rough spots. Her world's a shithole. But she wouldn't trade it for anything. Maybe to have Riley back. Maybe so that Joel could have Sarah. But her own personal tragedies, her demons-- whatever. They've just made her who she is.

She's sitting up a tree with a rifle propped up against her shoulder. Still as a fifteen year old girl can be with a gun that's about a tenth her body weight (not hard, she's scrawny) butted up against her. She's tracking things through the scope, her finger well away from the trigger until she sees it-- movement.

She swings the rifle towards it. Sets her finger alongside the trigger and--

Oh holy shit, that's a person. Holy shit. She's killed people, sure. Joel just-- he said it himself. Sometimes folks need killing. Us or them, Ellie is damn sure going to pick the us every time in that equation. But no one here is fighting over food. No one's killing each other. No one needs to.

She considers letting the person pass without saying anything at all, but no. They're an idiot if they're wandering around in these woods without paying attention and he should learn his lesson. So she drops the rifle into its sling across her body and cups both hands around her mouth so her voice will carry,]

Hey asshole! I could have fucking shot you just now!



network;

[It takes her a few minutes to turn the damn thing on. Then to figure out how to record. Then to figure out what she wants to say. It feels weird to broadcast like one of those stupid voice reels on repeat that her and Riley used to mock once upon a time. But it's a way to talk to people, right?

Whoo. Okay. Deep breath, Ellie.]

Okay... so. Be straight with me right now. Does this place seriously have video games?

network;

[highflights]

Yep! And a great dessert bar. What are you looking for?

[signifies]

[ It's a child's voice. Although sometimes there are others out exploring, Clark isn't expecting anyone on this route. He stops, glances around although he can make her out clearly. Then, he walks in the direction her voice came from, coming to a stop in a clearing.

She has a rifle and a backpack, probably more than a few knives if he counted them. ]

Sorry.

[ His weight shifts on his feet. ]

I didn't know there was anyone here.

you only have yourself to blame

[spellslots]

[Wandering around some strange woods is probably a dangerous idea, but like, literally who gives a shit? If there's anything out here that's scary enough to be a threat, bring it, he's bored as shit and antsy from being stuck so far away from Magnus and Merle, who are probably half-dead by now without him. (Or maybe he's out here because he knows it's where Magnus would be, searching for adventure, but he's not going to admit that).

So - woods, alone, his umbrella hooked over his arm, though he decided against his hat since people keep making a big deal about it and as much as he loves the attention, sometimes a guy just wants to chill.

The last thing he's expecting is someone to yell at him, which is why Ellie's voice makes him jump a little, swinging around in the direction it came from with his Umbra Staff raised, until the words actually register. As does the voice - a girl, kinda young, and it came from up high.

Taako lowers the umbrella and squints up at the trees.]

Fuck, don't scare a dude like that! My heart can't take it.

[His heart can handle it.]

alex fierro | magnus chase & the gods of asgard

[snaky]

monster madness (the easy part)

[ there were some thinks that Hotel Valhalla had prepared her for, and this was one of them. the monsters stew outside of the fence, and instead of running and finding something else to occupy herself with, she seeks them out. getting there isn't easy, she has to coax a few rides out of people with an easy smile and smooth words (something her mother would be proud of, and something she willfully ignores). she's left within walking distance of the fence, and the rest of the terrain she breeches alone. she's not unused to it, and she trails a few dozen feet from the fence to keep her distance, disguised partially in the brush.

she wants to know what would classify as monsters: jotunn, sons of Fenris, something far worse than that?

there's a hm of quiet laughter to herself as she tightens her fingers on her garrote, readying to see what horrors are beyond that fence. ]

This better be good. Godzilla, Mothra, or something worse? [ she says wistfully to herself. (dragons, perhaps.) ] Try me. I'll be disappointed, otherwise.

solution

[ while Alex decides that she doesn't want to help, she ends up helping anyway. there's no Sam nor Magnus, no one to steer her in any particular direction here or there. she's both frustrated and thankful, finding her own way from the Abandoned City and into the jungle.

she's used to doing things on her own, and when the announcement comes to anyone willing enough to head into the jungle, she readily takes it. there's a hunting knife tucked into her belt, and her garrote at her disposal. she stalks through the woods like a snake with its fangs out, ready to strike.

there are patches of sweat beneath her arms and on her brow, but she's damp enough with rain that it doesn't matter. her vest sticks to her, and she pulls open the collar in efforts to cool off. the pyramid is easy to spot in the distance, and she breathes a dramatic sigh of relief. ]

Finally.

[ it comes from her lips as she pushes on, readying her garrote. ]

wildcard

[ hit me with your best shot. ]

[ikols]

I should think we'd have seen Godzilla by now.

[ This guy in tacky gold horns was definitely not (visibly) behind her a moment ago. Hands stuffed in his coat-pockets, he glances away from the scene beyond the fence to the mumbling stranger. ]

And now I'm rather hoping Mothra gets to bunk up at the apartments. You wouldn't be able to open the fridge at night if he was around, imagine the fuss of midnight snacks.

Ivar "The Boneless" Ragnarsson | Vikings

[ragnarsson]

I. batten down the hatches

[Ivar watched the skies grow dark and ugly looking. This looked to be a bad storm, even worse than the one that had destroyed the boat he'd been on when he and his father had gone to England. But the storm brought a feeling of fierce joy to the young Viking. It reminded him of home and of the gods. Could they still see him here in the strange new place? He hoped so. Maybe it was Thor sending down a message right now.

He'll move to get indoors eventually, but for right now, Ivar is seated outside on a bench, head craned back as he watches the skies. Anyone who observes the teenager will notice two unusual things about him. The first is that the whites of his eyes are tinged blue as well as his irises. The second is that his legs are tied together with several strips of fabric.]

II. monster madness

[Hunting and killing real-life monsters? Ivar was definitely there. All he needed was his ax and he climbed onto a truck. Really, getting inside some wagon that didn't need horses to run off of was more terrifying than whatever he was about to face. He got a few strange looks from people as he crawled off the truck, but then, he'd been getting them his whole life. By now, he'd ceased caring.

He watched as one of the monsters, a spindly-legged thing with far too many teeth, scrambled right over the fence. It immediately made a beeline for the Viking. Calmly, he picked up his ax, and waited for it to come in view. The minute a clawed hand reached out to grab him, he lopped it off. Then he went for the feet, taking them out so he could bring it down to his level. Wary, the creature and he went back and forth, each trying to deal out damage to the other. Suddenly seizing an opening, Ivar brought his ax down right in the middle of the creature's head, killing it stone cold dead.

He wiped the gore off of his blade, a manic grin on his face as he looked around for his next opponent.] That was fun. Who's next?

IV. solution

[The jungle was hotter than any place Ivar had ever been in his life. He wasn't going to complain though. That would make him seem weak in the eyes of everyone else. Instead, he wiped the sweat off his brow, and continued crawling through the brush. The vehicle that had brought them this far had to be left a few miles back, but Ivar was keeping up fairly well with everyone else, considering all the brush they had to make their way through.

The blue glow is what caught his attention first. Hacking a hanging vine away, he looked up to see a pyramid in front of them. It was still a bit of a walk's away, but it was clear that this was a source of power. Being a Viking, Ivar saw only one logical solution to the problems it was causing.]

So how do we destroy this thing?

V. wildcard

[Want to do anything else? Let me know here!]

I

[dungeondiving]

[ Senshi was weighted down by a hefty sack, from the top of which poked the frondlike ends of a few root vegetables. It seemed, in fact, almost as big as he was (which was admittedly shorter than most of the humans about), but he didn't seem bothered by the bulk. ]

Enjoyin' the weather, eh? It's going to be a big bluster, this one.

Dick Grayson | DC Preboot

[fingerstripes]

i | batten down the hatches

[ It shouldn't be a relief when the call goes out for storm prep. But this... this is familiar. This he knows how to do, more than he knows how to deal with sipping odd drinks at overnight pool parties. With pretending nothing's wrong to a city full of strangers, cross-dimensions away from the home he should be protecting.

It stands to reason that the falls might be a trouble spot for flooding, so he catches a ride and heads down there first. If nothing else, it's an excuse for recon in civvies. To throw himself into doing. ]

Here, let me give you a hand. [ He says to one of the civilians, or possibly to YOU, fellow bystander. And yes or no he'll disregard the answer as he's cupping a few of those sandbags to his chest. Then he launches himself up with a light-footed hop, up and over the steep rock face with an elaborate little twist. Standing knee deep in rushing water, he places the bags carefully, one after another. ]

I miss anything? [ He steps back, and only then does he have to catch himself a little as the change in current shifts around him. ] Feel free to shout if there's a gap.


ii | monster madness

[ Nightwing doesn't once move to finish one of the beasts, but he's fast enough through the first wave that you'd almost miss it. A drop kick becomes a spinning flip becomes a strike that silences a snapping mouths. Closes up snapping jaws.

By the time it's winding down he's come out bleeding, a limp body tossed aside as he pries sharp teeth out of his gauntlet. ]

Now comes the hard part. [ He swipes at the bloody side of his face, but his attention is wholly on whoever had just happened to fall in at his right. Lucky you. ]

If we want to cut them off at the pass we need to move on two fronts. Think you make a straight sweep down in that direction?

ii; came in like a wreeecking balll etc etc

[diagenesis]

[Fighting monsters is not so different from fighting men. Monsters are, if anything, more predictable.

Where Nightwing is all surety and grace and mercy, though Flint's not yet taken note of that, Flint is a cold, hard, unstoppable force. He is not prepossessed of monstrous strength, but he is utterly, ruthlessly efficient.

Creatures lie dead around him. He too is not unblooded, but he wipes his brow and seems disinclined to cease the fight to tend to his myriad small injuries. He doesn't have the benefit of nomex and kevlar, but he's certainly borne worse.

He glances askance at his masked companion, raising an eyebrow at the utterance of orders. Yet, Flint doesn't waste words. It's a sound plan, though he's privately amused someone other than himself has announced it aloud. He simply nods, flicks blood from the edge of his sword with a sharp downward motion and stalks off in the direction indicated. They can stem this tide with little effort, but holding this spot while the creatures prowl beyond the wall will be harder.

One monster leaps at him, he turns aside and puts a boot against its neck, pinning it to the ground as he just pulls out a pistol and shoots the fucking thing. He turns away from it, ready to step back into line when he sees it: another creature leaping towards his companion while their back is turned.

Now: Flint doesn't honestly care if he lives or died. Battle is not enough for him to forge a camaraderie worth saving. But the man is an exquisite fighter, and that he appreciates. He aims.]

Down!

[His voice is a harsh, gravelly bark. One word, but in it is a clear sense of expecting to be obeyed. Regardless of whether or not he is, though, he's gonna shoot that fucking thing.]

Alec Lightwood - The Mortal Instruments

[angelic_archer]

Batten Down the Hatches

At first Alec had felt helpless. Shadowhunters were taught to always take action, to fight aganst the dangers that might hurt others, but there was no way he could stop a typhoon. This kind of weather was something he hadn't experienced before except through news stories so he had no idea how he could protect the Quarantine until someone had mentioned that they needed help with sandbags at the river.

That was something he could do.

He wasn't sure how long he'd been working, alternating between shoveling sand into sand into sacks or hauling them wherever they were needed. Finally his strength began to wear down and he stumbled over to an out of the way spot to sit down. Bracing his his arms on his knees, he watched the others, muscles twitching faintly as he tried to catch his breath.

Monster Madness

He might not be happy to be in this strange place, but he was grateful that his gear and weapons had been with him when he stumbled into a different world. Finding a good vantage point had been frustrating, but once did, his bow was in hand and arrows found targets in monsters that Alec didn't recognize from the Codex or any of Magnus' texts. Occasionally, he looked over his shoulder, half-expecting to find Jace or Izzy beside him, shoulders slumping almost imperceptibly when he realized they weren't there. It was better that they weren't here. They were safe back home.

Reaching for another arrow, he began figuring how many he'd had when he got on the transport and how many he'd used so far. "Anyone know how long before more reinforcements arrive?"

Hold Your Lover Close

[A party is not his idea of a fun way to spend a potential natural disaster. There's an exception to that rule, but it involves someone who wasn't in the Quarantine.

Alec knew that he should find somewhere quiet to wait out the storm but situations like this can make people do foolish things. Someone should keep an eye out just in case something unexpected happens. Better to be out patrolling than pacing the floor, wishing he was back home.

Eventually, he ends up at one of the clubs, surprised when he finds out that only couples are allowed inside. Moving away from the entrance, he watches the line of beings hurrying inside, trying to figure out if he should try to sneak in or find someone to accompany him until he gets through the door.]

Re: Alec Lightwood - The Mortal Instruments

[element_wizard]

"Here," Alec said offering an Arrowhead water bottle. "You look like you need something to drink."

Unlike others hauling sacks and shoveling dirt, Alec is pretty clean. He might have been cheating by using magic. Though he's not using as much of his abilities as he could be. That would be a different sort of cheating.