Test Drive Meme #29

[hadrielmods]

Welcome to Hadriel's test drive, and thank you again for your interest in the game! As always, our reserves page is here, and our applications page is here! Reserves open February 21st, and apps are open March 1st. Please remember that there is an app cap of 20 apps.

Two quick points here as well:

1. Any thread made in Hadriel's test drive will be accepted as the sole Action Log sample in the application.
2. All threads made in the test drive can be considered game canon, either through handwaving or through a shared mental experience while coming through the Door!

Test drives will be broken up into specific god mini-events, during which your characters can see how well they fare under the watchful eye of one of the gods. Choose wisely or just simply pick 'em all, and have fun!

F E A R

SCENARIO ONE: FRACTURED FUTURE?
[The Door brings in all that is chaotic and evil in the world. This may include you, may include the person next to you... and may include the monster behind you.

This time, the Door has decided to bring in some monsters who already have a taste of what it's like to win their war. Welcome to the Risen, from the Fire Emblem franchise!

Risen are reanimated corpses, dedicated to obeying their master's will. While they have some form of sentience, they cannot be dissuaded from their goal and attack all who oppose them with a singleminded desire to execute their purpose, which unfortunately for you is "killing indiscriminately". Still, they're not all bad and some of them may even be relieved to finally be put to death. Have fun!]

T R A N Q U I L I T Y

SCENARIO TWO: ONLY THE GOOD STUFF
[Tranquility has decided to take over Hope's food supply regimen and- well, if anyone thought he was a self righteous hipster before, this is probably what's going to seal the deal. All the food provided in the shops is now extremely vegan-only, from basic lettuce to the most bland fruit you can stand to look at.

None of it even tastes like anything, either- it's all like you're eating water. Maybe to Tranquility, this is a feast, but for you, it's difficult to register that you're even full. Better start prepping those salt mines- it's gonna be a long month.]

R A G E

SCENARIO THREE: YANDERE LIFE
[Unfortunately for you, you came at a time when Rage was very unhappy with everyone- and now you get to suffer for it. Is there anyone who catches your eye? Anyone who you might want to get to know a little better? Well, you're about to get to know them a lot better, because now you're obsessed with them.

It's not the innocent kind of obsession, either- this is a full speed ahead, breakdown, pull out the knives and rope kind of obsession, where your desire to be near someone is synonymous with stalking, being a creep, and overall just not really anything remotely approaching healthy.

Better look out and hope that nobody gets a crush on you either.

This is a mini version of our Kiss me Kill me event this month.]

Comments

Goro Akechi | Persona 5

[doublecrowss]

1. Fear (WARNING: Spoilers for the last palace!)
[ Well. Isn't this some sort of irony?

The last thing he remembers is that ship going nowhere, a mirror image of himself, and a couple of shots behind a partition wall. By all accounts, he should be dead-- or at least, given the torn and battered state of his black mask and knightly outfit and the sharp pangs of pain taking over assorted spots across his body, he certainly feels like death. Just like he had always been on the inside.

And yet, it seemed like higher forces - gods, or demons, what have you - never got quite tired of using him as a pawn to please their whims. It's how he's found himself breathing again, moving through the pain; surviving, the art he's so well versed at.

But why did it have to be alongside creatures like these?

He's tried to run, but his legs don't carry him far, tried to summon his Persona, but Loki seems to have pulled the ultimate prank on him. Once again, he's a puppet, but without batteries to pull him to action. Once again, the gods have tossed him in the arena without a good fighting chance. ]

Even among the likes of you, it seems I am still unwelcome. [ Said to one of the Risen who's finally managed to push him against a corner. Should he try to argue with the creature? He hardly thinks it would listen. But what other option does he have?

... ah, right. Perhaps the one he had been unconsciously holding on to all along. It feels so much like an extension of his own arm by now, it's no wonder he hadn't noticed. ]

Very well. [ He lifts the gun he once used to kill his poor excuse of a copy, takes aim at the monster with no guarantee bullets would work on the undead. Guess he's the perfect candidate to figure out one last mystery. ] I'll free you from your earthly bonds.

[ Good idea? No. Neither is trying to get in his way. Probably. ]



2. Tranquility
[ It's not as if he had been expecting luxury digs in a wasteland, or even the kind of popular restaurants he was so used to eating out at back home. Really, food had always been more of a conversation starter, a good common ground to try and socialize, maybe pick up a story or two on his way. He didn't even care for the taste of food-- with perhaps one exception he'd found in a shabby cafe, one that he refused to acknowledge.

Still, even he could tell the current selection in front of him was a little... extreme. Healthy was one thing, and not caring about flavor was another, but this? Very much like eating cardboard. ]

My work peers would often give me strange looks when I'd eat a single apple for lunch. [ He addresses the person next to him, voice soft and melodious, a perfect match for the pleasant smile he wears. ] But, given our current circumstances, I think that's a bad habit that might come in handy, haha...!



3. Wildcard!
[ ooc: If anyone would like to play anything from scenario three or plan something different for the other two, I'd be happy to! PM this account or hmu at pinkgrasshopper ]

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[notimpervious]

I find that is a bad habit only in that a single apple does not constitute a meal, but beyond that, your diet seems to be adequate as far as your intake of sugars.

[You wanted that assessment of your diet, right, Goro? Of course you did, Brennan is a genius, she knows what she is talking about. Stop her.]

My husband would find all of this very lacking, but I am quite satisfied with the selection available to us. [Her smile widens as she says that.] Add seaweed from around the pools, and then there will be flavor to this. Tofu goes very well with seaweed.

[wantsnudes]

[Fox doesn't recognise Akechi at first: the black suit and helmet was something he'd yet to see, and certainly not something he'd seen Akechi wear during his previous stay in Hadriel. Yet it had been only natural to want to help someone backed into a corner, and it's when Fox runs to help that he hears that familiar voice, sees his weapon.]

Goemon! [He summons his Persona to his side in a rush of blue flame, and soon, the Risen around them are frozen in ice. Temporarily, but it's enough.] Cut them down, quickly!

[...Or shoot them, whichever works.]

[doublecrowss]

[ ... no, that wasn't quite what he was looking for, but he still got the thing he really wanted: attention. Alas, no stopping from this boy, no. He's gonna do the unthinkable.

He's gonna indulge her. ]

Well, it was fairly difficult to juggle a full-time job with school work and keep a healthy life on top of it, but I can assure you I ate proper meals on more than one occasion! [ He's also going to show off a little while he's at it because, hey. That's how adults take him seriously. ]

Ah, but how about we add some rice to this mix? Along with seaweed and tofu, that could make for delicious vegetarian sushi!

[ You can't tell from his smile, but that sounds absolutely gross to him. ]

[doublecrowss]

[ The burst of blue energy is the first thing he notices, and what follows is all easily recognizable: the Persona, the voice calling it out, the fox mask. When stranded in a strange place, most people would find comfort in familiarity, but in this case, he might be more inclined to believe the Risen would warm up more quickly to him than one of the Phantom Thieves might.

Regardless, Yusuke has given him a chance to strike-- perhaps as payback for Akechi's sacrifice back in the ship? Who knows. Whatever his reasons, an opportunity for survival is not one that Akechi plans to squander on; attention momentarily stolen, it takes him half a second to lock on his target again and pull the trigger, one frozen solid Risen head blown to shards. ]

... Fox. [ He takes one long look at his once "teammate," addresses him by code name as though out of habit. It's severely lacking in his former pretense of camaraderie, though, almost wary in its distance. ] Can't say I expected to find you here.

[ Wherever here is. A brand new type of hell, maybe? ]

charles eyler | hello charlotte

[proselytise]

scenario one;

[ If there's anything good to be said about his current situation, it's the fact that Charles is at least no stranger to finding himself in new-- and less than welcoming-- places. However, this time is shaping up to be a bit different.

Mainly because of the company.

And even though he's been dead for quite a number of years, he's found that it hadn't stopped him from being able to feel pain, from being able to be hurt. So if there's one thing he knows he can do, it's run away.

Maybe you also needed an escape buddy. Maybe he has accidentally ended up in your hiding spot. Maybe you're running towards those creatures, in which case he's stopping (because you're probably getting mauled, and that would be bad) and calling out-- ]

Wait!


scenario two;

[ Well, this is probably his first time food shopping in decades; maybe this is just what food is like now. Even if it's not, it's probably the best way to ease back into having a mortal body that needs food. So while you're trying to find something, anything, worth eating, you might be running into someone who's just picking food like the selection is totally normal. While reaching for what seems to be the last box of the world's answer to "what if saltines were even more bland," he notices someone in the vicinity, pulls his gloved hand back. ]

Sorry, did you want these?


other;
{ different scenario? something from these but different? who knows?????? feel free to contact astralis !! }

agent maine | red vs. blue

[traitorous]

FEAR ( PROPER )

[ cool. waking up to a zombie impaling him through the thigh with a piece of steel pipe is exactly how maine wanted to start his day. who doesn't love a surprise chance at tetanus.

it hurts. it hurts a fucking lot. maine is a solid wall of mass and muscle built on countless years of service for the unsc, and countless years of surviving the covenent and the filthy fucking insurrectionists; his first instinct is to draw his gun, finger on the trigger, dropping the creature with a sloppy shot to the side of its skull. his second instinct is to sit up, pulling the pipe from his thigh like he's plucking out a splinter and glancing to the wide-eyed, horrified stranger sprawled across the ground next to him.

he uses his finger to write words in the dirt. hi, followed by a pause and a cursory scan of their surroundings, then brb when he realizes they're not alone. wherever he is and however the hell he got here, he arrived with all his gear, and that conveniently includes a canister of biofoam that he uses to temporarily seal the bleeding wound on his leg. he's up and on his feet within seconds, sliding his pistol onto the magnetic holster on his leg and drawing his knife instead.

help him fight or stay out of his way. either way, things are about to get messy. ]

FEAR ( EXCEPT WITH BOOZE BECAUSE I SAID SO )

[ whoever you are, you've been pacing the window outside the bar for the past thirty minutes, and maine — conveniently seated by that particular window, whiskey in hand and dressed down in some civvies that he, uh, borrowed — has been carefully watching you.

he waits for you to wander away, or for someone else to take up the mantle of responsibility and drag you inside where it's safe from any of the fuck-ugly abominations that may have found their way into the city. when neither of those things happen, he sighs and begrudgingly throws back the rest of his whiskey. the exact moment you pass by the door for the fortieth time in fifteen minutes, maine is there to grab you by the elbow and wordlessly reel you into the bar, shoving you toward an unoccupied stool.

regardless of how you feel about this abrupt change of scenery, maine gives you five polite seconds to seat yourself, and should you do anything other than firmly place your ass on a solid surface, he'll gently grasp you by the shoulder and force you down himself because surprise he's 7 towering feet of spec ops marine and he most likely has the leverage.

sit. have a drink. try not to do anything stupid. ]

WILDCARD

[ hit me with anything! i'll match prose or brackets, present or past tense. fyi: maine can't physically speak, so all his communicating will be via body language/gesturing, texting, or caveman scrawls in the dirt. ]

[notimpervious]

[No don't indulge her...]

That much is evident from the fact that you seem quite fit and healthy for a young humanoid male.

[She's used to non-humans being a thing by now.

Also, she 100% cannot tell he is lying.]

Yes! There are fish to eat as well, if you prefer traditional sushi. However, I find I enjoy the idea of a vegetarian variety. I'm... not certain it is organic, given our abductors' involvement in its creation, but I believe it will be satisfactory. It is a shame you were not here to see the orchard. It was beautiful, and its fruits were delicious.

agent york | red vs. blue

[decryptify]

fear; thankfully these all appear to be medieval zombies with no guns that's cool

[ That. Sure was something.

There's a gunshot, loud and ringing through the colosseum, and York's standing over the body of someone in armor, apparently dead and decaying even as the last of the life leaves it's body, twitching slightly, chest heaving with some dying breaths. York's holding his pistol in his hand, staring down at the creature kind of incredulously, mostly in disbelief -- his other hand holding that brand new smartphone that he found himself waking up here with, that he'd been reading through before he was so rudely interrupted. By. A zombie?

A long moment of silence, and York slowly stows his pistol away again, crouching down next to the Risen he'd just shot in the damn chest. It says something that he can't quite make out with one last, raspy breath -- sounding almost like a thank you? Well that's fucking creepy, and all of this is sure fucking weird, and York just keeps staring as the last of the un-life finally bleeds away from that body.

And he immediately moves to check out the dagger the guy was holding. Huh. Not bad. He'd rather have his own knife, but that's kind of a pretty good piece of work, if you were into like, antiques, or something. Collector's pieces. Something that he might just pick up and stow away juuuust in case, except ah, there's someone looking right at him, isn't there. York glances up, looking friendly enough, or as friendly as he can be when his face is hidden by his armor, lifting one hand in a mixture of both a wave and a kind of helpless, surrendering gesture. ]

-- Swear I didn't do it. [ A beat. ] I mean, I did shoot the guy, but. He was kinda dead before that, anyway.

[ Kind of? A shrug. He doesn't know, okay, he's apparently in a fucking cheezy zombie movie or something now, go figure. ]

rage; uhhhhhhhhh oh boy.

[ Either you're someone York knows, someone a little familiar from home -- or he has no idea who the hell you are but he has no idea what's going on, anyway, and anyone he runs into is bound to catch his eye. York may be a space marine supersoldier in bulky conspicuous armor, but he's always been an infiltration specialist and forget what anyone might tell you, he's actually pretty fucking good at it. He follows at a good distance, enough to keep an eye on things, not enough to cause alarm even if he's noticed.

Until you're alone. Some dark corner, somewhere in the city, somewhere in that arena. That's when York finally steps out into the open, sliding up right behind you, one armored hand on your waist and his other arm thrown lazily over your shoulder -- not exactly trapping you against him, but that's probably much too close for comfort -- not to mention what he's holding in that hand, an absolutely vicious-looking combat knife, an 8-inch long blade of dark carbon steel. Just for you, too. just to make sure you can really get to know each other, York's apparently taken his helmet off at some point. He looks entirely calm, with a bit of a lopsided smile hovering on his lips, his gaze entirely trained on you -- with his good eye, at least, the other one blank and scarred over. An old injury that never healed over that well. ]

Hey. [ A slight tip of his head to the side, his arm shifting slightly over your shoulder. Don't mind him, he's just getting comfy. ] Got a minute?

wildcard;

[ Choose your own adventure!! Want help from the nearby highly armed space marine from the weird zombies? Need someone to make dry comments about your wet cardboard food? Want to stalk him? It's all good.

dragonpunch & valonqar#1048 @ discord, hit me up for whatever. <3 ]

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[proselytise]

[ Oh. This person is talking to him. That's unusual-- not entirely unwelcome, but it's been a while. He'll return the smile, for starters. ]

Well, I can't say I've never had the same type of meal...though it doesn't look like they even have those here. Too bad.

[ Looking at the...rather colorless selection of fruits: ]

It seems you'll have to switch to honeydew?

let's go with option two.

[proselytise]

[ Actually, how easily can you get into a bar if you've been eighteen for at least a few decades...?

It turns out the answer is "pretty easily, if someone has dragged you in." It isn't terribly difficult for Maine to do, either, considering the fact that he's got nearly a foot of height and who knows how much weight on Charles.

This definitely beats getting maimed by zombies, at least for the current moment, but he's got a look on his face like he expects things to get worse, after he's been shoved onto the stool.

The guy isn't even saying anything, which somehow makes it worse. For now, Charles will attempt to look slightly indignant, which is difficult given the situation. ]

Isn't this too obvious of a place to hide?

fear option!

[proselytise]

[ Well, at least one of them seems to have been prepared for this situation.

...is not exactly what Charles Eyler is thinking as he watches the zombie die. Er, die again?

In any case, he's looking a bit pale. Seems like someone's a bit squeamish. ]

...so, that thing was real?

[decryptify]

[ He's sort of prepared in that he's always armed but he's not sure one can be entirely prepared for being teleported and then also there are zombies, or something. He's. Still kind of getting his head around the situation. York nods, looking back towards the, ah, re-dead guy, nudging him in the thigh with his hand. No response, of course. ]

Real as you and me. [ Though right now, he honestly isn't sure how real any of this is. York looks back up at him, his helmeted head tipping slightly to the side. ] -- You feelin' okay?

[ You're looking kind of faint there, kid. ]

fear 2 project origin

[decryptify]

[ Well well, look who the cat dragged in.

York's in this exact bar, in some quiet corner, also dressed down in some civvies he also uh borrowed from somewhere -- something with a hood to cover up his face and keeps him obscured well enough. He seems like just any other guy in here, someone nursing a drink and spending too much time staring at his phone -- poring over what information he has. What he's seen, what he's figured out, and Maine he first caught sight of a while ago. Keeping an eye on him from afar. Delta's gone ( god he's gone ) and that means Sigma must be, too, but that doesn't mean shit until he can get a real measure on him.

And conveniently, he's here. He probably could just go right up to him. But instead, he watches him from under the hood for a few moments before he just kind of turns his head and sinks further down onto the table, head on his arm. Just enough to make it look like he's passed the fuck out, to obscure what he's doing, his phone in his other hand as he scrolls quickly through the network, and. Ah. There you are. ]

hey

[ It comes in anonymous. Sorry buddy, it's not that he doesn't trust you except he actually doesn't trust you at all and he's not sorry. Buddy. ]

random question.

you ever do something you really regret?

[traitorous]

[ the kid's wiry and thin, can't be any older than eighteen or nineteen, but maine pours him a drink anyway and slides the half-full glass over to him. he answers his question with an indifferent shrug and fishes his recently acquired smartphone ( laughably old tech but functional, definitely comes in handy for this particular purpose ) from his pocket, pulling up a text app to type up a response.

he sets the phone on the bar once he's done, angling the screen toward charles. ]

not hiding

[ why hide when half the fun is in killing shit that wants to kill him. ]

just getting acquainted with my surroundings

[ and the alcohol within those surroundings. ]

1. ish

[uptightness]

[She's been busy since she arrived herself, doing recon, getting the lay of the land, so to speak. So far, she hasn't found a way to depart, but she has found her fellow Blues, those she might have expected, and those she didn't. Time he

re, isn't as fluid as it should be. Past, present, and future are just words. That's something that sticks with her.

She's learned about these days and the Door, about how her own arrival is just one of many. She's had time to recover, as much as she can anyway, for the time being. Still in her armour, she's in better shape this time, and doing what she can to help anyone that needs it. It's a small step on a very long path that she needs to take.

No nurses this time, which is neither here nor there in the grand scheme of things, as there are still creatures. She's incapacitated those that needed it, helped people find the way out when they need it, until she sees it. That armour.

The Meta.

Or Maine.

A myriad of emotions there either way, of the past, and all that has happened. She'd let them down. Let them all down. Her gun is at her side, alert but not hostile, watching. Not that she's planning on taking any sort of action against him, but until she knows, there is going to remain a wariness to her.]

Just got here.

[Half statement. Half question. The armour might be different, but the voice is the same. Older. More tired. But it's Carolina.]

[proselytise]

[ Maybe schools need more life skills classes on the subject; probably more useful than trigonometry. Not that Charles has ever had any desire to learn how to shoot a guy (alive or undead), as is probably evident. ]

Y-yeah.

[ No-- well, better when he's not looking at the undead guy. Which he is now making sure to look away from. Looking at York is a lot easier, especially because he can't see a face underneath the helmet. ]

There's probably more of them where that came from, right...?

[ At least, that's how it usually seems to be in fiction. Kill one monster, and more show up. ]

[decryptify]

[ Charles' discomfort around this is very, very evident, and York is more than sympathetic. He doesn't look much older than a teenager, and clearly not the sort that's grown up around any of this kind of thing, but well. Here he is now. ]

I've seen a few more around already. [ There's something about the way he says that that might imply he's already taken care of a few of them before now. ] So we probably shouldn't stick around, eh?

[ We. He ain't leaving some defenceless kid out here on his own. ]

[proselytise]

[ Honestly, the first question that comes to mind isn't "is it really okay to be drinking this," but "are these cups even clean," which is the reason he's hesitating right now.

Maybe he'll just let Maine have that. ]

When those...things are outside?

[ It seems like he could've picked a better time, but... ]

You're not worried at all, are you?

fear

[uptightness]

[This time, Carolina's entered of her own accord. There's no surprise, welcome to some strange place and oh? You're still feeling like shit? Well, have fun with the nurses who are there to kill you, not help. It's her luck, really, or maybe karma- what she deserves. She's had time here though to get back on her feet, or at least as much on her feet as she can be. The nightmares still remain, although that's nothing new. It's easier to heal the body than to heal the mind. And maybe, just maybe, Carolina thinks its a penance for everything that she's done.

There have been some shocks since her arrival, finding not only the Blues, but Church as well, and not the AI that helped her, a little 'ghost' on her shoulder calling her sis, but flesh and blood- and yes, that's more than a little strange to her. At the same time, as much as she wants to hug him on a daily basis, she wants to punch him for the shit that he pulled. Lose no one else. That was a motto that she tried to live up to, but even in that, she's failed.

Her armour is different, although his is exactly as she remembers it all those years ago. Enough so that Carolina freezes where she is, hearing that voice that still comes to her in her dreams and haunts her in her nightmares. Everything about him.... To the most minute details of his posture, his reaction at being found, his words. It's all there, flooding back, and for a moment, she can't say anything. Carolina knows that whatever this place is, it plays by its own rules. Had it been when she had arrived, she likely would have thought that she was hallucinating, seeing him there. She probably makes an odd sight, standing there in armour of her own, staring him down with her gun at her side, but there is a thickness to her voice when she does finally find the words.]

I think that they're some sort of reanimated corpse.

[A pause, before she's securing her weapon, and given that the area is clear for the time being, she goes to remove her helmet.]

York.

[proselytise]

[ He's definitely seen some shit, but it's all been well outside of his comfort zone-- much like this is. (It also helped that they weren't trying to kill him.) Though "defenseless" is...definitely accurate.

He turns away from the doubly-dead Risen, and hesitates. ]

No, probably not... though I'm not exactly sure where I should be going.

[ A bit nervous; he's been more or less taking care of everything himself since the age of ten, but this is completely unfamiliar. Out of his element, he already feels like he's floundering. ]

Ahsoka Tano | Star Wars

[snippings]

I. FEAR

[There isn't enough time for her to think about what's going on and how to react because suddenly, she's swarmed by enemies.]

Oh well...

[She says to herself as she force-pushes back one of the Risen. It's a bad habit of hers, talking as if there's still someone around to hear all her witty remarks. Like that even qualified as a remark, Anakin would probably have- No time to think about that. No time to think about anyone seeing her use the Force either or even... Ahsoka backflips away from the onslaught of enemies, trying to get an idea of what exactly she's up against it. When she lands, she draws her lightsabers quickly and parries an attack from an enemy that gets a little too close. The person(?) doesn't even react as their arm is cut clean off.]

That's not normal. That's definitely not normal!

[Ahsoka scans the area around her, wondering how she'll make it out of this when she spots someone else off in the distance. They're surrounded just like she is, but it seems that all she needs to kick herself into gear. She jumps over her attackers and races to close the distance between herself and the other seemingly not an enemy person. As her sabers slash through the Risen, she calls out,]

Run! I can handle them!

II. TRANQUILITY

[Don't mind her, just grabbing random food and shoving it into her mouth. Every time she does, though, she groans at her eventual conclusion. She takes a bite of one thing, then another, and so on, but it's always the same result. Ahsoka looks to whoever's nearby with a somewhat desperate expression.]

Look, I know I'm new here and all, but this can't be what everything's supposed to taste like. Right? ... right? Please tell me I'm right.

[That said, she continues eating the food she previously rejected. She doesn't want to waste it, after all!]

III. WILDCARD

[Let me know if you'd like to try something else with Ahsoka! I'm playing her from after the novel which means she's 18 and her lightsabers are white, if anyone cares.]

[decryptify]

[ York gets the words out, starts to look up -- and just catching a glimpse of the color of her armor is enough to have his breath catching slightly, the green seafoam turquoise blue, they never really did settle on what the hell to call it. It's just a color, right, it's nothing, and he's forcing himself over that instinctive hump when he hears her voice, and that's. Everything goes out the window.

He'd know that voice anywhere.

He doesn't keep looking up. He doesn't need to, to know what's there, and he's not sure he's entirely ready to see that -- just another dream, maybe, just another figment of his imagination, another flickering image of her that'll melt away like all the others. But what if this one stays? What then? All this time searching, and not just that. All this time starting to slowly, slowly accept that maybe, just maybe. There really was just nothing to be found.

Finally, he looks up, and any words he has to say just die in his throat. Because there she is, as she pulls off her helmet. Everything he remembers. Different, too, there's definitely different, but right now all he sees is everything familiar, everything he remembers, everything that hits him right in his chest. The familiar way her hair falls around her face when she pulls off the helmet -- those eyes. Bright and brilliant as ever. He stares at her for what feels like far too long before he gathers himself up enough to even try to say something, but he ends up. Not managing it.

Instead he's just pushing himself up to his feet. Silently, wordlessly, lifting his hands up to the latches of his own helmet to pull it off, tucking it under his arm. York just looks back at her with that one good eye, kind of looks like he half-expects her to be swept away by a gust of wind. Like he's just waiting for the moment to come where he just has to shake his head and laugh and tell himself of course, of course, what the hell were you expecting, and move right on.

God. It's just been so long. Not even since he last saw her -- but since he stopped trying. ]

Eleanor Shellstrop | The Good Place

[motherforking]

[Spoilers past Season 1!!]

A. Fear;

[Eleanor had to admit, being chased by red eyed zombies was far more in line with what she thought a hellish afterlife would be like than what she's already went through. She could almost give Micheal or Vicki or whoever sprung this one her props for this. Well, she could if hearing about the bears didn't make this seem a little less creative in comparison.

And the fact she was a little busy running for her life. Again.]

How is this even fair? You can't kill me again!

[At least she hopes they can't. That's a thought to let Chidi have a crisis about later. If she ever finds him and escapes the wannabe zombies.]

Eternal damnation shouldn't involve this much running!


B. Tranquility;

What is this? Are they feeding rabbit? Some millionaire's plastic second wife?

[There's a blonde woman angrily swiping lettuce leaves from the shelves and dropping them on the ground in revulsion. She might be gagging to exaggerate her point. She's definitely kicking the plants way from her feet.]

Even Micheal let me have shrimp. A demon didn't go this far with the torture. How did I end up somewhere worse than the bad place?

[decryptify]

Guess you aren't one of the locals, are ya?

[ Though York could've guessed that already. Having other people around in a similar situation is good, other people that've apparently just been throw through this door or whatever the hell they call it, he still hasn't exactly had the time to read everything on that weird little piece of ancient clunky tech they'd dropped into his hand. More reasons to stick together for a while, but York is already inclined to help keep an eye on this kid for now.

He shrugs slightly. ]

I don't really know where I should be going either, so let's just say -- uh, thattaway. [ Just literally starting to move in a seemingly random direction. It isn't really, he's looked around the place enough to have a decent idea of where is going to be out of this weird arena place, but still. They're both pretty new here. He waves Charles over, friendly enough. ] Got a name, kid?