TEST DRIVE MEME

[behind_the_box]

Starting now, we'll put up a new one of these very month! Feel free to use the current setting of Pandora (Christmas in July) or make up your own! You can also use the following scenarios if you'd prefer:

1. Mushroom Kingdom

Have you ever wanted to be a fairy? Well now you are, even if the answer was no! The City is a big, big place, all of a sudden. Houses are roomy affairs inside giant mushrooms, there are colorful flowers everywhere you look, and the animals are always friendly! Unfortunately, the only food items being sold in the market this month are fruit, fruit, and.... more fruit.

2. School Town

You may be too old to attend the academy, but that doesn't seem to matter; your attendance is mandatory anyway. Or perhaps you're there to teach, because you're the only resident of Pandora that possesses a certain skill. It doesn't matter if it can't be learned; you have to come up with a lesson plan anyway. At least the uniforms aren't some god awful color, right?

3. Zombie Apocalypse.

There's no coming back from death in Pandora, so you'd better do all you can to survive. Three quarters of the city are already infected, and this is the last stand. Are you going to pool your resources and try to make it together, or is it time to stop trusting others and go it alone until the month is over?

Comments

[wealthreliant]

[The King of Heroes stands silent and alone, overlooking the lumbering masses of undead from his perch on a multistory theater complex's roof. It's a decent viewpoint for the night -- one of many spots he had chosen to watch from as the city descended into chaos over the course of the month. His expression is cold and disinterested, a testament to what he thought of the most recent ... turn in the city's environment.

At some level, he could appreciate the situation; after all, this strange city seemed to disrupt the far-reaching sight that was both a boon and a curse, and thus he had no vision of a future for the people of Pandora. He saw no brilliance, no manifestations of greatness that should be preserved, should be watched as they marched to a future far beyond their own imaginations.

Just rotting, mindless corpses that dragged their feet and survived on instinct alone. Worse than those he deigned as mongrels.

The presence of a Servant moving around the city is easy to detect. Divine eyes flit across the nearby rooftops, assuming those to be the most likely areas of travel for a "survivor," until he catches sight of something lingering on a familiar rooftop. The grocery store. Of course. Such a typical place to go for supplies, even with its insides now mostly gutted.

Gilgamesh folds his hands behind his back and strolls to the edge of the rooftop, judging the distance to the grocery store roof for a moment. Then he dematerializes in a flowing current of gold motes, still eying his destination the entire while.]

[knightwalksintoaboar]

[ Lancer is so focused on his work and listening for physical warnings that would alert him to the presence of danger that he almost ignores the clear alarm that goes off in his entire being when it picks up on another Servant nearby. He lifts his head and pauses in his movements, leaning backwards towards the small opening he made in the roof. He can't see anyone, but they're definitely still around somewhere and he feels wary knowing they may spring on him at any moment.

There's no reason to fight here and the fact remains that he would be sent back immediately to the Throne of Heroes were they on his world where the war continues anyway, so he isn't especially worried he'll suffer an attack from another Servant. He is concerned that the other Servant's materialization may occur at an ill-timed moment and any small distraction could mean the difference between life and death with the infected wandering. Supposedly, Management is to step in before actual death strikes, but Diarmuid doesn't find the idea of joining the legions of walking dead out in Pandora appealing.

With one forceful shove from his shoulder, he breaks through the wood and plaster and emerges in a cloud of dust and bits of yellow insulation foam on the other side wall, inside what looks to be the back end of the storage warehouse. He takes a couple steps forward and surveys his new surroundings for a brief moment before he calls his spears again and takes a defensive stance.

...Who are you?

Lancer decides to wait and see if the other Servant will appear before moving any further. ]