TEST DRIVE MEME #1.

[therunning]

OPTIONS: WAKING UP You wake up in a studio in an apartment building that's got windows all boarded up. You remember being sick, you remember dying, and you probably can't believe this is the afterlife. If you head out into the hall you'll see that others are heading out too, looking just as confused as you are. All of you died, most of you of the same thing. If you head down to the front office, you'll meet a native resident who will explain in brief that you're in Aqora, a settlement living among the undead and that people like you show up every so often. You'll be given an informational pamphlet, a shitty cell phone, and a walkie. Then you'll be expected to figure it out. No one has time to hold your hand. EXPLORING Miscellaneous things here: shops and restaurants turned into places to live, apartments full of people living day to day, the main focus (the library) being the hub where people come to learn and children go to school. Because school never ends, even in the apocalypse. Feel free to buddy up with other newcomers to figure out what the hell is going on. OR, say you've been here a while. It's time to figure out how to get more supplies! Let's go on a supply run. You'll just be heading out past the barricades to start, and you'll have to dig through buildings to try and find things. If you're lucky, maybe you'll hit a cache. If you're unlucky, you'll find too many undead to fight. No one goes out alone though, so hopefully your partner can help. "NETWORK" Someone has set up a rudimentary network using the nearest cell towers. You can communicate with others in the area but only via voice and text. Anything further out is voice only via walkies. You can have a username or leave it blank. Have fun, campers.

Comments

[oleta]

"Proper clothes are important, yes." Hester is so beautiful like this. She is so beautiful always, but there is something magnetic about her now that Oleta feels guilty for embracing. She lets herself be handled, be used as a steadying force, be an anchor in a roiling sea.

Let the sea calm around you. Smell and taste the salt in the air. Breathe in the water and welcome it in.

"We'll explore," Oleta finally says, after a very long time of not moving and not exploring. Her lips carefully graze Hester's cheek once before she finally starts to move like she's afraid to stay still long enough to process it.

[withinwires]

Oleta's so close, and holding her, and wants to hold her, and that's very distracting, as is the hint of lips brushing against her cheek, but there is salt in the air. Literally speaking. Not thick enough to say they're on the beach, but present, enough to notice. Enough to wonder about.

And Oleta is moving now, which is something that, historically, Hester has not been well able to convince her not to do. This time, at least, it's the appropriate thing. Exploring, seeking new information. You wouldn't think every single window in such a large apartment building could be boarded up, but you'd be wrong. Every single one they pass is boarded up, and there's no one else. No clothes, either. "We need to find stairs. A ground floor."