Test Drive Meme # 1

[hadrielmods]

Welcome to Hadriel's very first 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 September 24th, and Apps are open October 1st.

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!

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: ANYONE GOT A LIGHT?
[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.

Watch out as you explore the streets of Hadriel, because you're not alone, and there's always something on the rooftops watching and waiting for the perfect opportunity to separate you from your group and tear you into pieces. In this instance, the door has managed to grab something truly horrific, and it's definitely out for blood (and brains) tonight.

Smokers are enemies in the video game series Left 4 Dead, who use their prehensile tongues to capture unwitting people and either drag them away for consumption or hang them up to strangle them. With all of the activity of characters trying to find out what's going on and where they are, there are more than a few of them, lingering in the shadows and waiting to try strike at anyone who may be lagging behind.]


SCENARIO TWO: YOUR HEART WILL GO ON
[You awaken in a windowless room, the walls strangely curved. The door, when you try it, is quite firmly locked. No amount of force is able to break through, so it seems to be sealed by supernatural means. Next to the door stands a slender pedestal, about as big around as a large man's thigh. At the top of the pedestal is a indentation, as if something were meant to go there.

But you're not alone in this room. There are two things with you: a person and a corpse. Pinned to the body is a note: Place a heart on the pedestal to leave. Tucked neatly into the corpse's pocket is a letter opener, small and not particularly sharp.

Did you have weapons or tools on you before? You don't now. But look at it this way: what better form of bonding is there than helping a friend or stranger dig a heart out of a corpse with nothing but a letter opener and your bare hands?]


H O P E

SCENARIO THREE: HAVE YOU HAD YOUR BREAK-IN TODAY?
[You're standing outside a storefront, colored glass set into intricate designs. It's beautiful, artistic, but more importantly - there's definitely food inside. Good food, too, by the glimpses you can see through the window. In fact - wait a minute - isn't that your favorite dish in there, just waiting for you? You've been searching for food for hours, it seems, and the city is bare. Your tummy is getting awful rumbly. What luck!

You try the door. Cruelly, it is locked. The food taunts you, just out of reach.

The glass is lovely, intricate, but it's just glass. Or maybe you know how to pick locks. Or maybe there's a back way in. Or maybe some passing friend will be able to help you. There's a lot of options here, if what you really want is a mouthful of the finest... whatever it is you like.]

Comments

adam parrish | raven cycle

[unknowable]

[one: corpse]

[Still blinking some of the sleepiness away, Adam looks around the room. His eyes widen when he see where he is, widen further when he sees the body. For a moment he looks close to panic, but with an effort, he swallows it down, steadies himself, takes a breath.

At first, he spares only a quick glance for the person in the room with him. More important, he thinks, is the body. And it's - well, no one he recognizes, which is good, but the note on it is less good. His face falls as he reads it, as he realizes what exactly they're in for in this prison of a room.

But Adam is a pragmatic boy. He reaches out, plucks the letter opener from the corpse's pocket, careful not to touch the actual body. But is there any point to squeamishness when he already knows what he has to do? What they have to do? Finally, he takes a deep breath and looks at the other person in the room.]

Would you mind trying the door, first? Just in case.

[two: vandalism?]

[Adam does not jump immediately to smashing things. He does, however, eye some rubble nearby and consider just how easily he could get in. But the glass is really very nice-looking, and he doesn't know whether this place has - law enforcement of some kind? Police? Burglar alarms? Whatever.

Better safe than sorry, but he is pretty hungry. He tries the door again, frowning when it doesn't respond, though he didn't really think it would. He leans against the glass, peering inside. Maybe there's a back door? Or a window that could be openable? He's a pretty slender guy, he might be able to wiggle in.

One last glance around, and Adam starts around to the back of the store. Even aliens - or whatever - must have back doors, right?

And if that doesn't work out, there's always the rubble.]

one

[casperdisaster]

[Noah nods numbly at Adam's request. Check the door. He can check the door. He will check the door and he will not freak out. He won't. Freaking out will make things worse.

He needs to stand. Just. Stand and check the door. But he feels frozen in place as he kneels and looks at the corpse. No one he knows either, but it's still a person. Was a person, like how Noah used to be a person then he was just a body too.

Maybe it was never a person though. Maybe it was created dead to be there to torment them. Thats'... that's something that can happen, right? Right? Stiffer than a corpse (ha. ha.) Noah manages to pull himself up to go to the door and tug at it, as hard as he can, even when it becomes clearly futile.] It's not ... maybe if both of us...

Alfie Solomons: Peaky Blinders

[ofanotherera]

little bit of two, but mostly heading in to number one

[Alfie doesn't hesitate, or so much as bat an eyelash. He puts his glasses delicately on, reads the note, then saws on in with the knife from his boot while his companion in the room is still sleeping. Might as well go ahead and get it done before the screaming or protestations can start, he figures.

Just as the other figure begins to stir, he's dropping the slippery muscle onto the pedestal, wiping his arms off on the stained old apron around his waist, and when that's done, using the handkerchief from his pocket, plus some spit, to get the worst of the mess out from between his fingers, picking under his nails.

He gives the sleeper an ungentle kick in the shoulder, never minding what a vision he is to wake up to right now, all butcher, not at all baker.]

Come on, mate, we don't fucking have two of these. Let's clear on out.

[unknowable]

[Well, that's a nightmarish thing to wake up to. Adam's pretty used to waking up to weird shit these days, but a stranger in a bloody apron - and a corpse that has apparently been carved up - is entirely outside of the normal.

It's a rather rough awakening. He scuttles back, until his back is against the wall, eyes wide and nerves singing. He has no real reason to believe he's not going to be the next thing carved open, and every reason to be paranoid as hell. Not that he's ever needed much of a reason for that.

But he breathes, tries to get calm (a losing battle), and looks at the man.]

What - um. What the hell is this?

[Adam's tone is, perhaps surprisingly, rather polite - especially considering his words and his frightened demeanor. It's easy for him to fall back on politeness, though, and also it might keep him from getting stabbed.]

Noah Czerny | The Raven Cycle

[casperdisaster]

[Door #3]

[There is Gelato in that store.

Noah tries the door first because he is a good law-abiding ghost, but it gives only the barest lurch that comes with being locked tight. Pouting, he even gives a light tap of a knock next, but no other sound is forthcoming except for the sad echo of emptiness and a knock unanswered.

... He tries the door again anyway just to be sure.]

Oh, come on!

[He tries a third time, grasping the door handle with both hands, bracing his feet against the wall and LEAAAAAAAAAAAAAANING as far back as he can, but his fairly insignificant weight is not enough to force the delicate-looking door.

Of course, the glass doesn't look too thick, but it's so pretty, and what kind of person would he be if he went around breaking windows?

The kinda person he was when he was alive, mostly, but that's beside the point.

He lets go of the door and starts searching through his pockets to see if there's something he can jimmy the lock with, not that he has much experience with it... but as the saying goes, hope springs eternal.]

[unitas]

Stand back. [ There's no small amount of demand in her voice, and with a thick stone gripped tight in her pale hand, there was no room to doubt the girl's intentions. She gives him little time to move back, or offer protest before she tosses the stone with considerable force; the glass shatters on impact, a beautiful piece of art now mere shards upon the ground.

It would have been a shame if it weren't in such a shit hole, but food was more important, and she wasn't about to wait around for this guy to give the door another go. ]

You're welcome. [ She says, all wiseass, and brushes past him to step inside the shop that had been much nicer moments ago. Let's hope none of the food products were open. ]

Ronan Lynch | The Raven Cycle

[greywaren]

Scenario 1

[He's pretty sure that he's stepped beyond Hope's boundaries when he starts having to physically climb over some of the rubble in the streets, but that doesn't much bother Ronan, who is rather determined to figure out just how far this city goes. His raven is perched on his shoulder, though every once in awhile, she'll take off to allow him to do a bit more climbing.

The buildings are starting to look dilapidated, the further out he gets. Ronan frowns, glances back to the person nearby.]

Did you hear that?

[It could just be the shuffling of rocks as they're kicking them about, but when it repeats itself- no, that definitely sounds like someone coughing.]


Scenario 3

[Well, he's hungry, Chainsaw is hungry, and that's the only thing he's seen here that's even slightly edible, so he's going to go for it. Really, it seems like whatever brought them here is content to have them starve- or, maybe more realistically, eat one another. There was that shitty test with the corpse and the heart after all. Cannibal battle royale?

But it doesn't much matter, in the short-term. They're here now and he's found something that looks edible, so he's going to be pragmatic about it. Without checking to see if there's a back door or open window, Ronan shrugs and moves down to pick up one of the larger rocks on the ground, before nodding toward whoever may or may not be in his way.]

You mind? This is gonna get messy.

Scenario 1

[casperdisaster]

[Noah goes very quiet to listen. Yeah, that sounds like a cough alright. He looks around. The rubble makes everything... scarier, but Noah's easy to scare. He edges just a bit closer to Ronan.]

... Maybe someone is sick and needs help?

[It could be another refugee or whatever they are.]

allison argent ( teen wolf ) crau with memories from asgardeventide,

[gymnast]

SCENARIO TWO (THE CORPSE with optional one or three happening if they get out):

[ Allison's been through a kidnapping once or twice already, both back home and when she first got to Asgard, so this isn't terribly new. In fact, she's surprised when she starts to come to and finds that neither her wrists nor her ankles are bound. As her eyes adjust to the room she looks around, spotting the pedestal and two people near her.

No, scratch that. One person and one corpse. Either that or one of them doesn't need to breathe, which is a possibility.

One thing she knows with absolute certainty is that she can't panic. Panicking, especially in a room that likely has limited air supply, is the worst thing she could do right now. So she sits up carefully, eyes scanning the room once more before she looks towards the breathing body near her. ]

Hey. [ Her voice is quiet and calm in an attempt to keep the other person calm as well, or at least to appear non-threatening. ] Are you okay?




ooc: Just a head's up! Allison has her memories from her time spent in asgardeventide. If you're not cool with her recognizing your character, if they were there, just let me know and I'll say her memories were messed with!

[freezerburned]

[Isaac doesn't wake up as quickly as Allison does, he's starting to stir about the time that she calls out. He breathes, and smells- well, everything, though he's not too happy about it at that point. Isaac blinks, rolls over to look toward Allison, and he's pleased to see her there before his gaze falls to the corpse and he's... well, rather less pleased.]

What the hell is this?

[He stands slowly, glancing toward the pedestal, and then back toward the door.]

I'm alright, but- [Something's not right here. Obviously, there's a freaking corpse in the room, but the rest of it is... also not right. Isaac exhales, and blinks the sleep from his eyes.]

-what happened?

raven reyes ( the 100 )

[radioing]

( two ; the corpse )

( She'd come to with a start, a quick look around the part of the room Raven can see without moving before she pushes herself up, legs swinging off the edge of the bed to get herself up. Grounder or Mountain Men? Or was she finally dead this time?

For the moment she ignores the other two bodies, not checking whether they're alive or dead - alive could be worse, and for now they were unconscious, moving to the door and rattling the handle before giving it a few firm shoves. Nothing. No budging, nothing )

Damnit.

( It's a loud whisper, a frustrated hit on the door following it. She can't be trapped - she can't stay here. They didn't just fight their way through everything so far to just get trapped. Raven knew what Clarke had said about Mount Weather, and if this was that - or something else - it was bad.

It's only now that Raven turns to the rest of the room, her eyes falling on the note of one of the bodies. She can't be certain whether she saw a twitch of movement from the other but the note catches her attention and she grabs it - regretting that once she's read it. Place a heart on the pedestal )

What the hell? ( There's another look at the note, a look down at the two bodies before she drops the note to the floor ) Screw this.

( Turning to the door again Raven tries the handle before banging on it with an open palm. If the other person in the room hadn't woken up by now they soon would ) Hey, assholes. I know you can hear me. ( Her voice is no longer a whisper but raised, knowing that whether someone's outside the door or just monitoring them that they can either see or hear her. Someone's there, and she's not playing their sick game for her freedom )

[greywaren]

[He starts to wake up when she slams her hand against the door, and Ronan rises with a start, his heart leaping in his chest. But it's- it's fine, everything here is fine, even if this isn't where he remembers falling asleep.

A quick glance tells him that yes, his raven is still nestled by his side, and also beginning to stir, crooning out something low and questioning as she wakes up. He pays her no mind, his eyes narrowing slightly toward the girl at the door. As much as he wants to complain- because he does- the words die off in his throat when he sees what else is in the room with them.

Ronan swings his legs off of the bed and stands shakily, leaving the raven to fluff her feathers up on the threadbare cot. He eyes the body warily, before rubbing his eyes and refocusing his attention. The threat isn't the dead guy, after all- it's the person in here who's still breathing.]

Hey, shut up.

[An excellent start.]

What is this? Did you kill that guy?

Rochelle | Left 4 Dead

[axemeaquestion]

[1]

[In a weird way, Rochelle is almost glad there's smokers here. I mean, not really, but it was something familiar, and a sign she wasn't going completely insane. Thankfully, she still has that enormous hand canon of a Desert Eagle at her side, which she's using to pop off nearby Smokers as she looks for her friends.

No ammo around as far as she could tell, so she tried to make every shot count as the Smokers explode into, well, smoke.]

Coach? Ellis!? Nick!

[No answer. There seems to be people nearby, though. She looks over her shoulder at the closest person to her.]

Hey, you! Stick close! These things like to grab you when you're alone.

[How did she get here in the first place? Where were her people? And what was here in the first place? She'd have to tuck those questions away until they cleared out the area.

She hoped.]

[worldofshit]

[ He blinks in shock, watching the gun literally smoke the horrible tongue things. Where this woman got a gun like that, he didn't know. He knew it meant he'd be safer with her, so long as she didn't mistake him for one of them.

At first, he doesn't here shouting. Nick has his hands covering his ears as he inches closer to her while trying to remain out of sight from both her and the creepy things. No, creepy was lights flickering then turning off. Thumps late at night. These things were downright horrifying. So scary your mind processed it with shock for survival and then had nightmares about them for months later.

Then he hears his name shouted, and notices that it's gun lady. He squints, unable to recognize her. She must mean some other Nick? ] Um, hello? I'm over here. Please don't shoot me. I don't have a crazy tongue, I promise!

Ellie | The Last of Us | OTA

[pungi]

(scenario one)

[Ellie is used to constantly watching and listening. When you're in a world where infected could come out kill you at any second, it becomes sort of second nature. She can handle any of that, she's decided. The only real problem for now is Joel. She doesn't know what happened or how she got here, but she knows she has to find him. If she's here, he's gotta be too.

Soon though that becomes second in her list of problems. Rounding a corner, she hears something. Something that definitely sounds like the shrieking of infected. What she expects is a runner or stalker. What's slowly galloping toward her is something worse.

She breathes out slowly, eyes widening in surprise.]

Holy shit.

[That... is either one messed up clicker that doesn't click or a type of infected Ellie has honestly never seen before. She doesn't have the time to ponder over it. Pointing out her pistol, she begins shooting at the creature several times.

Which would be fine, except one or two more are coming up from behind. Help a girl out?]

(scenario two)

[The first thing Ellie does after she's woken up and got her bearings is check if the bodies lying nearby are dead or not. One is dead (and has on it some note she doesn't let herself read yet), and the other one isn't - but whoever isn't dead is unconscious for now and doesn't have any obvious bite or scratch marks. She's not exactly thrilled to be in here with a total stranger, conscious or not, especially after realising she's without even her switch-blade. She has to get out of here.

Next on the agenda is checking the door.]

C'mon, c'mon! [Her pulling, pushing and shoving isn't helping anything though.] Fuck! Not getting out this way.

[She glances as the forms on the ground again. Maybe they have a key, or... something to help. She checks the dead body first, finally reading the note. Twice. Here she stops, glancing at the pedestal. No fucking way. Not giving up yet, Ellie checks the pockets, eventually coming across the envelope opener.

She looks down at the note, then at the body it came from.]

You gotta be kidding me.

[worldofshit]

[ Noises from the other person in the room rouses him. His head aches and he doesn't recognize where he is, but this isn't an entirely unfamiliar scenario to a homeless 'recovering' drug addict.

Having a litter girl standing over another person near him is not familiar, however. He struggles up, leans against the wall, gives a brief moan for his headache, before sliding down a wall and sinking his head into his knees. He seems to be running his hands through his hair, trying to comfort himself.

Finally he looks up, pale, eyes sort of distant seeming. ] Who...are you?

[ The fact that most people's first question is 'where am I?' was sort of lost on him. It didn't seem as important. Given what was back home, anywhere seemed like a decent idea. He could figure out how to get back to his family soon enough, if he could convince himself it wasn't better for them if he was gone. They had the military watching over the neighborhood now. It wasn't like they needed him. He'd just weigh them down.

Nick would do anything not to be a burden. ]

lloyd irving | tales of symphonia

[fervence]

scenario two

[while this exact scenario isn't one that lloyd can say he's found himself in before, it's similar enough to others that he really only bothers to give the locked door a single, cursory shove before deeming it truly stuck and turning to consider the room's arrangement.

there's a way out for sure, he just has to figure it out.

thankfully, this room doesn't exactly seem all that eager to test his intellect, because the instructions for how to get out are pinned directly to the dead body. lloyd wrinkles his nose as he approaches the corpse, but it doesn't really smell yet, which must mean it's pretty fresh. in fact... lloyd removes one glove and holds his hand just below the body's nose to test for breath, then presses two fingers down against its neck to check for a pulse, just to be certain.

nothing.

he reaches into the corpse's pocket for the letter opener, turning it over in his hands with a considering frown before finally looking up at his companion with a sort of weary sigh.] This would be a lot easier with my swords, you know. Or even a knife, are you sure you don't have a knife?

scenario three

[everything in this city seems to be locked lately, and this door, unfortunately, doesn't appear to be offering any sort of puzzle or riddle to solve in order to open it like the last on. and lloyd is hungry, okay, he's not sure he can ever remember feeling this hungry, and things weren't exactly plentiful in sylverant while he was growing up either.

he presses his face up against the glass to stare longingly at the display of food just beyond, breath fogging it up with each exhale. he wants it, it looks so good, like something genis made, though at this point he'd probably even take the professor's cooking.

it's a lot of glass. more than lloyd is honestly used to seeing in one place, and he sort of guiltily tries to rub out the condensation from his breathing because it's pretty and he's sure someone worked hard on making it look that way. kind of like the food, if he's honest, which is probably why it's locked away like this and he really should just leave it alone and keep looking but.

lloyd's eyes slide back to the door and down to the fairly simple looking lock on it, and he considers. if he left a note behind, some kind of i.o.u. for the owners... that would alright, wouldn't it?]

2

[weaponxx]

[ Snakt. ]

I do not need a knife.

[ She's standing just behind him, arms at her sides. When he looks, now, there is a sharp pointed object coming out of the back of her left hand. They hadn't been there before, but Laura is unconcerned by this new development, and she kneels next to him, plunging her claw into the corpse's chest. The slice is surgical; the claw is sharp enough to cut through bone like butter, and she's careful to slice through the ribs without damaging the organs underneath. ]

Light Yagami | Death Note 2015

[innocent_faced]

[two, leading to one or three]

[He's not sure where he is, or how he got here. This doesn't seem to be anywhere he recognizes, and thankfully the corpse isn't anyone he knows, either. He stalks around the room, looking for something... anything. But there doesn't seem to be anything, and trying to get at the hinges of the door seems to be useless, as does trying to unscrew the doorknob.]

[He looks over the note again, and winces. Does he really have to do this? He's no stranger to blood and gore, but he doesn't exactly like getting close to it. That's the beauty of the Death Note - he can judge people from where he is, not where they are, and he doesn't have to lay a finger on them.]

[He glances to his companion and frowns. Maybe they'll be more willing to do the dirty work?]

We have to... we have to get out of here somehow...

[unknowable]

[He's tried the door himself, and come to essentially the same conclusion. They don't have a choice, except for the one that's lying on the floor, slowly stiffening. Adam does not have a whole lot of experience with dead bodies, but he is practical and pragmatic. If it's what needs to be done, well -

He kneels down, plucking the letter opener out of the corpse's pocket. It's not very big, and not very sharp. This is going to be extremely unpleasant. He looks up at the other boy in the room.]

It doesn't look like we have any other choice.

nick clark | fear the walking dead

[worldofshit]

SCENARIO ONE

[ So far, this place was a total nightmare. But between the chaotic state of events back home, and some actual nightmares he had while using, he wasn't sure if he could call this worse yet. It wasn't how he'd pictured Hell, not that he was sure there was a point believing in things like that anyway. In all honesty though, he couldn't say if he knew he was still alive at all. He couldn't even say if he was conscious. He could still be in a coma. This could all be in his head. Or he could be crazy, and seeing things as they weren't.

But he wasn't to the level of having another series of panic attacks over it, because he felt somewhat vindicated by what Mom and Travis had seen when Calvin got up from being dead, just like Gloria but with Less blood. He was dead, but he kept getting back up, and everyone had seen. And then it kept happening, with people on the street, the neighbors. The were dead, and still moving, and wanted to attack everyone, though he didn't know why. He knew it was real, everyone saw it...

This was different. He hadn't found anyone he knew yet. He had been wandering the dark streets for hours, and having a hard time finding anyone at all, when suddenly, noises. Moaning, pained. Sounds that made him think of whatever was happening to everyone back home, making him stop and become extra alert. He was terrified, but for some reason, his body kept moving forwards. It was as if he was disconnected by the fear, but it ran on autopilot anyway.

It was when the freakish creature, like the walking dead back home but deformed, fast, enraged... And deformed. The beast's tongue shot out like a lizard, inhumanly long and flickering about like a snake. Horror and shock snapped Nick back into his body, and with a loud noise that sounded somewhere between a scream and a yelp, he tumbled over backwards, sliding against the wall, skipping off and flailing against gravity to bound off the sidewalk and flee down a side-street. What the Hell was that?! ]

SCENARIO TWO

[ Now feeling faint from all the banging and shouting he's done around the perimeter of the room - to no avail; either no one is out there, or no one cares (or maybe they just can't hear him scream) - Nick slides down a wall and sinks his head into his knees. He seems to be running his hands through his hair, trying to comfort himself.

Finally he looks up, pale, eyes wide, but looking resolved. ] Well, gotta do what you gotta do, right? At least he's not still alive.

[ He yanks the knife out with determination at first, but stalls, rolling it around in the palm of his hand, clearly hesitating. A sharp intake through his nose suggests he's trying to psych himself up to start jabbing at the corpse's chest. ]

1!

[greywaren]

[Ronan is nearby when he hears the scream. And he knows he shouldn't get involved- he has friends to look after, a city to map out, more shit that has to get fixed before he can relax- it's difficult not to come running when someone obviously needs help.

Still, he doesn't run. He moves quickly though, toward the sound of heavy footsteps and the more distant sound of choking and wheezing. He doesn't have any weapons on him- typical, that they wouldn't let him keep his gun, or any of the knives he's dreamed up- but he has his fists, and he's a creative bastard when he wants to be. Though that doesn't necessarily mean he's anticipating hideous zombies, well... sometimes, you make do with what you have.

And what he has right now is a near-collision. Nick very narrowly avoids just crashing into Ronan on the side street, and Ronan lets out an angry noise at that, shoving at the other boy in an attempt to get some distance between them, to stop him from going- wherever it is that he's going.

Screaming and running or no, he likes his personal space.]

Was that you yelling?

[There's a pause. A raven screeches overhead, and Ronan looks past Nick's shoulder, a thin frown only serving to make his pointed face sharper, his shoulders drawn up and tense.]

The fuck are you running from?

Robb Stark | ASOIAF + memories from asgardeventide

[needsnoheadsman]

[2: not this again]

[Robb is far too used to waking up in strange places by now, and when he realizes this is not, in fact, his house in Odin, the sole reaction he has is to scrub a hand over his face. Great, hooray, here he goes again. Isn't he done with this already? Hasn't he done enough? Because he'd been tired after fighting that last battle and he just wants to sleep, for maybe about three days or so.

Then his gaze falls on the corpse. Well, he thinks, the thought detached from that creeping feeling of rising panic bubbling in his chest, that's new.

But there's somebody else inside with him, who's probably just waking up, so he can't afford to panic. He lets himself have that small moment, then sucks in a breath and straightens up. They don't have anything that could help them fulfill the task presented to them, and honestly Robb is not about to carve out a dead man's heart anyway, so:] Let's get out of here.

[3: a feast for crows and starving kings]

[Ordinarily, Robb wouldn't give such an extravagant feast much more than a short, passing glance. All right, that's a lie, he'd look at it a little, but usually he's willing enough to just let things be and move on. Not so right now: he's hungry, and there's food, and the door is locked. He aims a good kick at it, and comes away with nothing but a stubbed toe for his troubles.

Usually, he wouldn't even consider this, but desperate times call for desperate measures and he really needs food, so Robb glances around, as though checking if there's no one else around, then he slinks away into a back alley to search for a back door and try and shove that down through brute force.]

((ooc note: Robb here is an import from asgardeventide, which means that he might recognize your character if he's interacted with them before. if this is not ok, let me know and we can say they didn't leave a significant impression for him to remember them beyond vaguely recognizing them!))

collapses into, also 3

[freezerburned]

[Isaac notices the dark shape in the shadows of the building and he almost jumps out of his skin when it moves to ram a shoulder against the back door- but when he pulls back, it brings Robb's face into the light a little and Isaac hesitates for a moment before allowing himself a smile and taking a step toward him.]

Robb, yeah?

[It's been awhile, but he remembers his name. How could he forget?]

Trying to break in?

Levy McGarden | Fairy Tail

[smallwords]

[1 - corpse]

This is terrible. None of this makes any sense at all. She doesn't even remember how she got here and now, now there's a body. A dead body next to her. The young Fairy Tail magician places a hand over her mouth. It's just too terrible and her stomach lurches a little.

She can't just sit and cry though. No. She has to be better than that. Stronger than that. She can't let her disgust stop her from thinking things through. What's needed now is a clear mind. There has to be clues somewhere.

The letter and the pedestal.

The small young woman turned to look at the other person in the room. There's a small smile on her face. She has an idea. But it might not work. All she can do is try her hardest and hope for the best.

"If you could, you should stand by the door. We might only get one shot at this. And we won't even have to cut that poor body up."

But stealing is wrong....
[The scene before you. A small blue haired girl with her hands pressed against the glass. There's a small frown on her face. That frown grows deeper as the growl of her stomach grow louder.]

Oh. That looks so good... I'm sure I could just... No. No I really shouldn't.

[She turns her back to the window and tries to ignore her stomach.]

stealing!

[vapidfloozy]

[This whole place is pretty strange, but Inigo's going about things with his usual panache. Well, he's screaming on the inside, sure, and starting to get pretty hungry, but - more important, look at that cute girl!

He changes trajectory, heading straight for her. Some things are more important than exploring, and hey, is that food in that building? He manfully ignores his growling stomach.]

Ah, a fair maiden in trouble, my specialty! You've enslaved me with your beauty, perhaps there's some way I could be of service to you?

viridiana sovari | night angel trilogy

[hotdisaster]

one

[ The fucking thing touched her hair.

It's beautiful hair she has, really: brighter red than it is ginger, an unusual shade even among red hair. But it's her hair, and no one touches it but Vi—and certainly not with the disgusting thing it's used to grab onto the end of her ponytail, pulled back and tied skull-tight of her head. The moment she feels a tug on her head Vi yells, loud and ear-shattering and furious, and she's ripped the tongue out of the smoker with her bare hands and not even a touch of her Talent. ]

Fuck you!

two

[ Hu wouldn't even have left the letter knife.

It's almost insulting how juvenile it is, and Vi considers simply letting herself be insulted by it and waiting it out until the other person in the room—whose figure she only spares the barest, most bored of glances—deal with it instead. It's disgusting, of course—that's entirely the point—but it's sloppy. It's messy. And the corpse is even already dead for their convenience. ]

It's like they think we don't know anything.

[ She grumbles, once more checking herself for her missing weapons. None, not even the knife she keeps tucked just beneath her breasts under her wetboy grays. That's irritating, but it isn't world-shaking.

Vi looks at the other person again and tries to discern who they are. Male? Female? Perhaps they know something. Perhaps they're the one who's just trying to test her. Well, and that would be stupid. She'd take off her shirt and she'd be sure to have them falling over themselves and letting her out in barely an instant. Nyssos, though, how inconvenient was it that she couldn't see in this fucking light? She'd have to use her Talent to sharpen her vision.

Casually, Vi speaks. ]

So what do you think? It'll really work if we do it, or someone's just fucking with us?

2!

[greywaren]

[Ronan isn't quite as comfortable rifling through a corpse in the room as his apparent roommate is, but like hell if he's going to show it. Instead, he watches as she finds the knife, the note, and looks... well, more irritable than actually disturbed by what's going on.

Still, she doesn't seem to have any sort of responsibility over why he's here. The two of them- well, they're an interesting match, with Ronan's closely shaved head, ratted jeans, and hooked tattoo creeping up around his neck from under his shirt. As if to make the meeting even more stereotypical, there's a raven perched behind him, and she's sleepily starting to gain interest in the surroundings.

Not quite so much in the body. Even scavenger birds aren't that desperate.]

...only one way to find out.

[She found the knife- letter opener? whatever it is, it's tiny- and Ronan watches her for a moment as he slips down to kneel near the body, near her, not sure which of them poses more of a threat right now.

Ronan nods toward the girl, the knife in her hand.]

Is that all he had on him?

thom creed | perry moore's hero

[hopecanruinyou]

scenario one

[thom figures out pretty quickly that touching those... things that came out of the door with him is probably a pretty terrible idea, and to be entirely frank his abilities don't exactly lie down the right path of trying to take these things on with his bare hands anyway so he's mostly been trying to avoid them.

years of basketball training has managed to keep him more or less out of reach of their grasping tongues (??) but not everyone has been so quick or lucky.

he stops every time he finds someone that's injured, how could he not? mild scrapes and abrasions or. bigger issues. he has to do what he can. that's what a heroes for after all, right?] It's okay, I can help. [thom holds his hand just above the stranger's injury, waiting for permission to touch, and his hands are already burning with the need to fix fix fix that, make it healed, make it new.]

You're gonna be fine, just let me--

[unknowable]

[Adam's not much of a fighter himself. He can protect himself sometimes, when necessary, but actually fighting? Not so much. So he's been trying to avoid these freaky, messed up monsters. Trying being the key word there.

He has, at least, not gotten dragged off and eaten alive, or whatever the hell they're trying to do. But he did get slammed pretty hard against the wall of one of the strange houses before he could get away, and his right arm is bruised and cut up. He's not unfamiliar with that sort of thing, but - it's not exactly pleasant. He's breathing hard still, having run as far and fast as he could, but a moment's reprieve is necessary.

Any offer from a stranger makes him wary, but he doesn't immediately pull his hand away.]

What are you doing?

[It's a polite request for information, not a frightened demand, though it is wavering on the edge a bit.]

emma swan | once upon a time | ota

[sheriffing]

FEAR

[There's a better way to do this.

She's from Storybrooke, after all, and she knows a few people who are pretty familiar with the removal of hearts. It's something that can be done with magic, instead of a letter opener - and something she doesn't want to do either way. He's already dead, hasn't he suffered enough? What possible need could anyone have for that heart?

Although, upon closer inspection of the note, it doesn't say his heart. A heart. As if there's some kind of choice here; a test of what happens when you put two people alone in a room with this kind of problem. If that's what they're going for, Emma isn't about to let either of them fail it. A sigh falls from her lips as she leans forward, reaching for the letter opener without so much as swiping her fingertips against the fabric. Good to know that her formerly sticky fingers are still coming in handy. That would be a comfort, if she hadn't just gotten through the easy part.

She looks to the person beside her, giving a slight shrug.]

Let's just get this over with.

[She doesn't want to be the one holding the letter opener, but she's not forcing that on someone else, either.]

HOPE

[Emma has always known the importance of food. She's gone with too little, or none at all. She knows what it's like to be hungry. Stealing to survive isn't anything she hasn't done before, but she was hoping those days were behind her. It's not that she thinks it's wrong, more that she's worried about some kind of consequence. She could break the glass, or pick the lock, those things aren't unfamiliar with her. It's getting away from it in a place she knows nothing about that gives her pause.

Someone's going to notice, she should be careful.

But she's hungry enough to give it a try, slow in her approach to a door that's definitely locked. She tries it, just in case, and then kneels down to get to work. It's all about the tumblers, getting in isn't going to be a problem. Getting out unnoticed might be more difficult.

Better that than going hungry.]

[villainously]

( let's just get this over with.

that seems to be the story of their lives lately, isn't it? bounced from one derelict, hopeless situation to the next. he's had a lifetime of hopelessness, so it's funny how much this wears on him now. perhaps drudging through unhappiness is simply easier when you don't have any hope for the future. foolish as it is, Killian does have hopes for the future, he even has them with the woman he's with. so starving slowly in a demonic hotel and now carving a cadaver open for its heart? really not what he was hoping for.

he's not insane, he knows a happily ever after might be a stretch for Captain Hook and the Savior. villains didn't get happy endings, after all. still, a bit of a break. a happy occasion or two. crazy talk, but some sailing would be lovely. perhaps some more tropical weather! more nights like the bittersweet date they'd had, before everything seemed to go so horribly downward. ups and downs seem to come with the Storybrooke way of life, he'd just like a bit of an up.

the only up he has is her, and gods knows she's a hell of an up. he'd rather have her in misery than be alone in paradise. it might be selfish, but it's undeniable that he'll walk into any situation if he knows they can be together. that doesn't exactly make him eager to face another set of draining, exhausting challenges. he doesn't want to see it, and he's tired of seeing her suffer, and he doesn't have a choice.

she's not the only one that considers the fact it'd be easy to simply take the heart with magic. he's seen it enough times to know how easy it is. that doesn't mean he'd like to see it again, and he's not going to suggest it. ) I'll do it. ( he's not squeamish, and he's been a pirate long enough that he's sliced and diced a few men in his time. so there's no hesitation in the offer or holding out his palm for the blade, but it does come with the unwelcome reminder that he's still injured when he reaches out with his left. he tends to not think about it, the blasted thing is more numb than practical these days. Emma is never so lucky, though. she's not likely to ever forget. )

Locus | Red vs Blue

[followorders]

i. The Smoker

[Locus stands at the edge of the roof with his sniper rifle pointed at the dark alley below. He's still, his active camouflage hiding him from sight as he zooms in on the creature hidden in the dark. Waiting. Watching. Up ahead, someone moves into sight and the thing bellows a screech as its tongue snaps forward to capture them.]

BOOM!

[He shoots it through the head as a loud screech bellows behind him.]

--!

[He instantly jumps out of the way, but the acrid tongue snaps around his armoured leg yanking him to the ground and dragging him back.]


ii. Wildcard

[OTA. Hit me!]

i

[casperdisaster]

[Noah is woefully unequipped to handle basically any kind of combat situation. He's more of a run and hide type himself, which was what he was doing until moment's ago. The hiding part, after the running part. Besides, this guy has some kind of armor and a gun, he's definitely okay on his own.

Except now he's being dragged somewhere on for fuck's sake.

Noah is a coward, but he's got a very small amount of courage, and that comes out when it's down to Noah and someone who needs Noah's help and no one else. Drawing the wickedly sharp hunting knife Rook gave him back when they were on the train where they were before, Noah leaves his hiding place in favor of neatly slicing the awful prehensile tongue that was dragging Locus towards it.]

Shoot it!

[Noah's just got the one knife and he really doesn't want to have to go hand to hand to it now that Locus is free. It's easily twice his size.]

Vaiz | Aoi Sekai no Chuushin de

[dragonbite]

►ONE)

[ When Vaiz felt something almost touch him, because of course he's the one falling behind because he's spacing out as usual, and he, after taking a few steps out of reach, turns around to see what it was, he's a bit confused. He blows some lazy bubbles toward the Smoker, head tilted and his rainbow sickle still leaning against his shoulder. ]

Did you eat a live octopus or something? That's stupid.


►TWO)

[ Okay, so, it wasn't the weirdest thing Vaiz had ever been tod to do, probably. Probably, voluntarily taking on a curse from a dragon might be weirder. Maybe. He's not sure. But carving out a heart from some random corpse? Is no big deal. He presses a fingertip against the blunt edge of the knife, where he sits in a crouch by the corpse. ]

This will take so much time...how annoying...


►THREE)

[ ...cakes. Of course it's cakes that Vaiz saw inside. He loves cakes (and sweets in general) and would do a lot of things to get food.

Finding the door locked is a bit disappointing and annoying, but there's nothing that a little magic can't solve, right?

Which is why he blows out a bubble through the straw he always has between his lips, and inside the bubble is, somehow, a small ball of fire. And he intends to send the fire bubble to the lock and make it explode, because that's obviously the best option. ]

2

[death_begins]

[Yuca doesn't really make a move to take the knife, nor does he try to stop Vaiz from picking it up himself. He's read the note, he knows what's being done to them. A psychological experiment, maybe? A test? Either way, it doesn't matter much. They're locked in, and whether or not this odd puzzle is going to help them get out, it's worth a try.

The note said to place a heart on the pedestal to leave, meaning that it doesn't have to be the one from the corpse. Still, Yuca doesn't exactly feel like creating more enemies, and so instead he feigns a little more interest as he peers down at the face of the dead man in the room, before turning his gaze up toward the one still alive.]

Are you going to do it?

Ib from Ib

[learnmorewords]

[Scenario 1: Monsters]

[Being small and having learned to run and hide from paintings and such, it didn't take much for Ib to suddenly scurry into a small or out of the way place at strange noises. However this instinct fails her for a few seconds as something seems to cough somewhere nearby causing her to freeze and look around.

That's likely a bad idea.]

Hello?




[Scenario 2: Hope]

[If it hadn't been for the museum and how it felt like so long, but not long at all in time passing she would be more worried about being hungry right now. Yet, that time made it easy to ignore the growling, at least for a little bit, as she looked at the windows and tried to see a pattern or a piece out of place.

Maybe it was like a puzzle and wouldn't open unless something weird was done down the street? Of course if it wasn't a puzzle then maybe the key was hidden somewhere nearby...]

Maybe the door isn't a door, but what if it is a door though? This isn't like that last place at all, so would those rules work here as well?


[Scenario 3: Wild Card]

2

[vapidfloozy]

[Inigo is, unsurprisingly, intrigued by the small girl in front of that weird glass walls. Hand on the hilt of his sword, he makes his way over in time to hear the - somewhat odd statement. It gives him pause, but nothing gives Inigo pause for that long.

He considers her words, fingers tapping against his sword.]

The rules seem different here than they were where I'm from. It's probably the same for you, fair young princess!

[He peers at the wall.]

It looks like a door to me.

Steve Rogers | MCU

[americanclassic]

Heart-attack
[Trying to get out of the room had been an exercise in futility before Steve had tucked his shield back behind him, arm feeling the ache that he hoped faded before he got out of here. And he would get out of here.

Or, should he say they would get out of here. Seemed he wasn't alone in the room and he had to remind himself of that before he let himself try to rationalize his situation out loud. Him, a stranger, and a dead guy. The corpse had been searched and that note? Not particularly heartening. The pedestal hadn't seemed out of the ordinary before, but now? Maybe it was just perception, but he was looking at it like it was one of those sacrificial alters, even if the sacrifice had already been taken.

The intent was obvious; cut out the dead guy's heart and put it on the indentation. Steve wasn't particularly fond of the wording: 'Put a heart--', but as he had no intention of trying to go for a fresher one, that left him with the obvious. Defiling a corpse wasn't exactly something he was entirely comfortable with, but if it was the dead or the living... he knew which choice he'd make.]

You don't have to watch.

[But he'd have to. Spoken to the other party trapped with him, Steve eyed the corpse as he hefted the letter opener.]

Shattered Glass
[It was pretty. Like a church window without the mournful angels. Steve had been raised to go to church every Sunday like a good little God-fearing boy. It was that smaller, younger part of him that didn't want to have to break the glass. What if someone was watching, after all. He still had no idea how he'd wound up here or why, but small voice or not, he knew that his main objective here was to survive until he figured that out. Or found a way home.

With a silent mental apology to God and his mother, Steve's fist hit the glass, watching the pieces fall out and hit the ground with a sad-sounding tinkle. He really hoped that hadn't sealed his fate in any way, but food was food and he knew he wasn't the only one here. He looked around for something to wrap it up in. Maybe a bag or a blanket...]

Wildcard
[Maybe your character ran into him after he escaped, or while he's walking around with food and they've got the rumblies in their tummies. Feel free to slot something in there.]

hope!

[esotericism]

[ god doesn't hear him (probably), but an angel shows up anyway. he's not much to look at, being small and scarred, and he walked instead of appearing in a dramatic ray of sunlight, but all the same, he's there. he'd heard the breaking glass, and honestly, a part of him wonders why he hadn't run away instead. that sound is rarely one with good associations. it means natural disasters, thieves, mobs, looters. and yet, in this case, it apparently means one large, hungry blond man. ]

There are probably bags behind the counter. [ maybe he shouldn't have spoken up so abruptly-- he knows his footsteps tend to be a little unnaturally quiet. still, it's done and.. ah.. maybe this was a mistake? nate would probably yell. you can't trust just anyone, he'd say. and yet, despite everything, it's still raziel's instinct to trust. ]

Tony Stark // MCU

[shwarm_after]

[Scenario 2-Corpse]

[In all honesty, he really should be used to waking up in strange places. A good majority of his college days were spent waking up in strange places. But those days were over, things had calmed down. Sort of. Actually, not really. Not at all, even. But the days where he had woken up in a strange place with no memory of how he got to said place had become rarer and rarer.

But waking up in something like this? Oh, he was familiar with this situation. At least he wasn't connected to a car battery this time.]

Hey buddy, get up. [He began to approach the person laying on the ground. They still made no move and he let out a sigh. Sure, he'd do the hero thing. He'd wake this guy up and they'd figure out how the hell they'd get out of here. Hell, maybe he'd stop and get some ice cream on his way home. he finally approached the person and gave them a shake. Again, no response.

Fine, he'd give them another push.] Come on, I'm a busy guy. I've go things to do, terrorists to stop. [Finally, he'd nudged the person just enough to where their face could be seen. The eyes were wide open and lifeless. The skin was pale and now that Tony actually thought about it, they were col-

They were dead.

They were dead.]

Jesus Christ- [He recoiled from the corpse on the ground.

Holy shit, there was a dead body in front of him. A dead body, a dead freakin' body.

He took a breath and took another look at the corpse in front of him. That's when he saw the note. Someone was definitely a Saw fan and that someone was playing games with him.]

[HOPE-Shattered Glass]

[How long had he been searching for someone, anyone to help him? No tech, no weapons, nothing. It wasn't completely hopeless, though. Hell, at least he wasn't in a desert. That was a plus to this? Even more of a plus was what looked like a half-decent All American cheeseburger behind the glass of a storefront.

The glass was gorgeous. It reminded the stained glass that he'd see on Sunday mornings when his mom would drag him to church. This one was at least a little... cheerier. Sure, they were just abstract shapes that Pepper probably would have fawned over, but they were better than the images of the saints staring him down. And his mom always wondered why he hated being dragged to church. You know, aside from all of it being bullshit.

Weird how the terrifying city had happier stained glass than church. Actually no, it wasn't that funny. He really shouldn't have been surprised. It was church, after all.

But even if it was pretty, it didn't matter. There was food behind it and Tony wanted it. He tried the door and it was locked. Even worse was that it looked like there was nobody inside.

He glanced around to check if anyone was around before he mad sure to cover his hands with the sleeve of his sweatshirt. Alright, he was hungry enough to do this. He was gonna smash a window for a burger. How was this his life, again?

Whatever, he'd pay for the window, later.]

[Scenario 3-Wildcard! Choose your own adventure!]

[Canon Point is mid-Iron Man 3, because it'd probably be more interesting and arc reactors can be useful, okay. I am willing to change canon point, though!]

HOPE PLZ

[sidekick_this]

[That smash definitely caught Rhodey's attention.

He managed to catch a quick nap whilst exploring the area; it was a little trick he learned during his time in the military. But now he's awake thanks to some old-fashioned glass shattering. He went into investigation mode and padded over to check it out.

There he saw a figure standing over some stained glass, and it was a painfully familiar figure at that. It couldn't be... it had to be... and why did he punch the glass?]

Tony?

Sera ➵ Dragon Age

[stickanarrowinureye]

[Scene One]

[Of course there are gross, disgusting critters about. And of course, Sera has her arrows. One to the tongue just as it flies, the force of the arrow's hit slamming the front of the creature to the ground. Second into its skull, or... whatever that is. Lumpy head thing. With it properly down shakes her head and shoulders slightly, almost a shiver.]

Eeeeuuuugh. Just wrong, that is.

[She walks over to retrieve her arrows, first from the head then from its tongue.]

Pbbbbbbt.



[Scene Two]

[Creepy room. Creepier corpse thing-not going near that. Stupid note-not touching that neither. Broken door. And someone took her arrows. Nothing about this is right.]

Oooh no. No. Not touchin', not lookin'. You read it.

[smallwords]

[Small bookish girl looking less than pleased by this either. Because why would they dump two women with a body. It's terrible! But if there's a paper, maybe there's a way out. So someone will have to take one for the team.]

All right then.

[Levy will get that paper and did she just apologize to the dead body? Yep. She totally did. And she quickly reads the paper and her face turns a little white.]

It says to get out a heart needs to go on that over there. Surely, they don't want us to desecrate this poor person's body...

teresa agnes » the maze runner

[amnesiatics]

[ T W O ]

[ interestingly enough, the corpse actually isn't the first thing that teresa notices about the room. she's aware of the fact that there's another person in there, but it isn't her top priority. what takes immediate precedence is trying to find a way out. she immediately jumps up off of the floor and starts running her hands along the walls, an angry scowl twisting her face as she finally does a lap of the room and makes it back to the door. ]

Hey! [ she shouts shamelessly, banging hard on the door and absolutely, utterly failing to move it even an inch. even when her hands start bleeding she still slams them against it, with an open hand instead of a fist now, and it isn't until she can't bear the pain any more that she turns to the centre of the room and sees the corpse.

to her credit teresa doesn't scream, but she does bring her attention to the other living soul in the room and she frowns slightly as she looks at them. ]

Was that you?

[glading]

[ The screaming wakes him up. He sucks in a breath as his eyes snap open, sitting up with a loud gasp of air. For a moment he thinks he's back in the elevator, but he realizes quickly it isn't true; he can't hear the gears, is sure he would even over the sound of a girl shouting nearby. It takes a few moments for Thomas' eyes to adjust to the darkness, and he stands up as they do, stumbling a little.

His back is to her the whole time. He won't bother trying the door. It's obvious that she's not getting anywhere with it, so Thomas busies himself trying to find a crack in the wall or a window or something that might indicate the walls held a secret exit. He doesn't even turn around at first when she addresses him. ] What?

[ He turns as he asks, noticing the corpse for the first time. Thomas starts and then looks up at the person locked in the cell with him—and his eyes get wide. ] Teresa!?

Kylar Stern | Night Angel trilogy

[mercurialize]

[Round 1]

[Bodies litter the ground with a thick fog floating just above. Smokers and, judging from the amount of the smoke their corpses are releasing, are all recently dead. Only a shadow, obscured from the air, remains standing. And it's staring at you.]


[Round 2]

[There's no immediate harm; one exit, a living person, a corpse, a small knife, a pedestal, and the paper lying upon it. The first thought is an easy one, how did the corpse come to be? Although he walks over to the pedestal he does not touch it. The corpse didn't smell of anything beyond early onset of rot, but that doesn't mean contact poisons aren't involved. It's best to just keep his hands to himself. Besides, what's on the note is far more troublesome.]

Make corpses, not art. Figures.

[He says under his breath.]

So, note says we need a heart. [He nods over in the direction of the deceased.] What are you thinking?

Round 1

[catchytunes]

[Tomas lets out a low whistle at the sight of the carnage he comes upon. That's some vicious work there, though admittedly some of it could be due to the sad state these suckers were in even before. Tomas had been pretty good with the making a run for it every time he saw them, but this would have been a sad ambush to walk into had someone not cleared it out first.]

Hello? Someone still here?

hanako 'rosalina' nurumi | original character | ota

[hasitsthorns]

fear; o n e

Oh, ew!

[ As if waking up in an entirely foreign place wasn’t bad enough, now there are zombies? Fuck that noise. The disgusted cry comes immediately after the slimy tongue of Smoker wraps around her arms and torso.] I don’t know what type of lady you think I am, but-

[ Unfortunately, her attempt to be clever is cut off as she’s suddenly yanked forward with a squeal. Help? Anyone? She’d really like to not have her brains eaten on the first day here. Even if it would make for a funny story later. ]

fear; t w o

What the absolute fuck.

[ Blunt? Yes. Truthful? Also yes. Of all the ways Rose had imagined her day going, this had definitely not been one of the possibilities.

She’s actually not squeamish in the least; tearing this guy’s heart out and putting it on the pedestal with her strength would be almost effortless. Unless they wanted it completely intact. Then things might get tricky. Still, that doesn’t change the fact of how messed up this all is. A million questions rattle around in her mind all vying for her focus at once (Who is this guy? Are they going to get blamed for his death? Why them?) but she doesn’t have answers for any of them. ]

I, uh. I don’t suppose you’re familiar with open heart surgery techniques at all, are you?

[ she says, to whatever poor unfortunate soul happens to be trapped in here with her. ]

hope; t h r e e

[ This place might be in ruins but it still has to have food somewhere. Even if she has to resort to hunting down prey herself, Rose wouldn’t mind all that much if it meant putting something in her growling stomach. Hunger is usually easier to ignore but the stress of being in an entirely different plane of existence (again) is just a tad bit overwhelming. Which leads her to becoming just slightly hangry when she usually wouldn’t be.

The blond finally catches a whiff of something delicious, however, and practically beelines for the source of the smell. Is that… a bacon cheeseburger? The woman practically presses herself to the glass trying to see better into whatever restaurant this may be. She goes for the door, naturally, only to find it locked. And she’s not about to shatter that ornate glass… So, instead, she knocks on the door and (if that doesn’t yield any results) the window. Let her in.

She looks awfully silly, admittedly, continuously tapping her knuckles against practically every hard surface of the building she can find to get some attention.]

[freezerburned]

[Isaac sees the woman be jerked backward with barely a warning, and at first, he's not entirely sure exactly what had caused it. One moment she was standing there and the next, she's gone- like she fell over herself, or something pulled her back.

He moves after her then, quickly knocking aside the rubble in his path, when he finally realizes what it is that pulled her back, what's wrapped around her waist.]

Oh, ew-

[Isaac reaches for her arm, manages to grab at her elbow. With his other hand, he reaches down to grab at the tongue, trying to pull it from her waist, even as the appendage yanks her backward, trying to drag her further toward the creature behind her.]

-shit, what is that?