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AUGUST 2019 TEST DRIVE MEME




AUGUST 2019 TEST DRIVE MEME









Welcome to August's Test Drive Meme! This month's Test Drive's theme is: DYSTOPIAN HORROR.

All Test Drive Memes contain at least one clue to the Deerington's upcoming in-game events for the month! Keep your eyes peeled! But...not literally.

Characters may die during TDMs, but you do not need to count it towards a game-canonical death unless you want to. Consider it a freebie. All TDMs can be considered game canon as TDMs introduce minor aspects about the world of Deerington that can be revisited by characters later on in the game. You may also use TDMs for your application writing sample as well as AC.

CW: Physical violence, monster violence, creepy ogre-like monster in link, being hunted by a monster.
Don't forget to tag content whenever necessary. Have fun!











BLOOD IN MY VEINS


With supplies low and food getting even more scarce, things in Deerington, Maine seem to be getting that much more tense. For those who pay attention to the habits of the townspeople, there’s something that might add to that feeling of stress; all of them seem to be involved in some kind of physical training, whether it’s archery, hand-to-hand combat, or fighting with firearms, they all seem like they’re getting ready for something and it definitely feels like it might be something big.

But no one wants to train against a townsperson - it’s highly likely they’re not going to fight fair with the way they’re all glaring at the Sleepers, as though they’re to blame for everything that’s been going on. Unless you’re sparring with people in your own backyard though, it seems like there isn’t any space to get your own training in.

The Betties are starting to pop up around town pretty regularly, waiting until they find Sleepers on their own, and quietly waving for them to come closer. “You need to prepare,” they’ll whisper to you in hushed urgency, before grabbing your hand to try and get you to follow them. If you fight, they’ll insist only once more, before leaving you alone. But there’s something inside of you urging you to comply and follow.

They’ll lead you down an alley, pushing aside a large dumpster, and revealing a trap door in the middle of the concrete. You’ve never noticed it before, even if you’ve been down this alley a hundred times. The Betty leading you leans down, pulling it open, and the ladder that goes into the tunnel is long and dimly lit. You could leave now, but the Betty will insist this is for the best.

“Knock twice. No more or less. Show them what you’re made of.”

Once you get to the bottom of the ladder, there’s an equally long hallway that leads towards a closed metal door. You knock twice and the door shakes before sliding open. The light that comes through is almost blinding with how bright it is compared to the dim tunnel, but as your eyes adjust, you can finally step in to a fully stocked training room.

There are instructors in basics for beginners, areas for intermediate, and most abundantly there are one-on-one sparring areas. The moment you come close enough, you’ll be immediately paired with another Sleeper, and the two of you will be locked in the room together to be observed. You could choose to not fight, of course, but you’ll be stuck there for a good long while if you do. It might be best to just get it over and done with.

So feel free to help others who seem to be struggling or show off your strength for everyone to see. It looks like everyone is going to need to be ready for some kind of fight.


I AM THE GREAT UNKNOWN


Maybe you got knocked out during a fight or maybe you fell asleep in your own bed - or maybe you don’t even remember closing your eyes at all, especially if you don’t usually have the ability to go unconscious for one reason or another. No matter the cause, everyone will wake up in the same place, surrounded by tall, thick hedges in the middle of a... maze?

It doesn’t take you long to realize you aren’t the only one waking up, too. Someone is next to you and it seems like you’re stuck finding your way out of here together. Literally. On each of your wrists is a metal cuff with a long chain connecting them. It can’t be broken, no matter how strong a person is or how powerful a weapon or spell they try to use against it. You’re in this together whether you want to be or not.

Once you can pick a direction to head in, it seems like this might almost be boring - that is until you start to hear the sounds of rustling leaves and breaking twigs. At first it seems like it might just be a trick to spook you, but the more you ignore it, the louder it gets, until finally you see it, charging down the row at you, scythe raised and ready to strike.

You can try to fight, of course, but it’s hard when you’re chained to one another. Learn to work together quickly and maybe you can make it work. It seems to go down with normal attacks, though it takes a long time to get the creature to fall unless you cut off the head. Ultimately your best interest might be set in running as fast as you can to get away. You can lose it in the maze if you’re quick about it. But then you might also be lost yourself.

If you do manage to lose the monster rather than killing it, stay quiet and you might not attract its attention again. It may take a while to find the end of the maze. The hedges feel like they stretch on forever and the sun is blaring down. You’d think there would be shade with all the height of the bushes, but there’s no relief from the heat. Hopefully you don’t burn easy.

When you get to the end of the maze, the two of you will come up on three doors. One door will lead out of the maze and back into the center of Deerington, cuff free. Another door will lead you right back to the beginning, forcing you to start again. And what’s behind door number three...?

The monster, of course.

Choose wisely.


Character Arrival

You can read how all characters arrive in Deerington here.

There is not a collective "all these characters showed up at the exact same moment" occurrence in Deerington. Since characters fall asleep, die, or pass out at various times throughout all their worlds, it wouldn't make too much sense if they arrived in game all at the exact same time. There should be some discrepancy between character arrival, whether by a couple minutes, hours, or even days up to a week.

The players are entirely in control of how/when they want to play their characters arriving in Deerington. For TDMs, you can play it like your character has just arrived and that can be maintained as your game canon, or you can wait until game events for that moment. Or you don't need to acknowledge it at all. The flexibility for character allows a bit more of an organic feel to the character arrival situation, so please play it to whatever feels right for you.

If you are interested in having an "arrival" introduction for one of your TDM prompts, you are more than welcome to explore that option.
suchmiracles: (undercover; nice hat)

[personal profile] suchmiracles 2019-07-29 05:35 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Kurt takes Logan at his word, trusting that he knows what he's doing. Pain radiates out from his core and he lets himself sink into it, concentrating on the sound of the wind and the bike's engine and Logan's breathing under his ear. Through narrow eyes he watches the town pass, the strange pastel people and the quaint houses, the flickering shadows of cats and dogs. If this is a dream, he realises, it's more like a nightmare.

When they arrive at the cabin he lets Logan help him off the bike, leaning on him on their way into the little house. The pain is growing less, but his knees still feel weak, his body thrumming with the aftermath of whatever was destroying his powers.

The inside of the cabin, however, manages to make him smile. It's so very Logan to retreat to somewhere like this. If he concentrates, perhaps he can pretend they're just on vacation in Canada, or upstate New York, and that no time has passed at all. No deaths, no rebirths, no Heaven or Hell, or strange dreams.

Kurt sinks down with a muted groan into a chair by the table, one palm flattened over his abdomen. He watches Logan latch the door and raises his eyebrows, compelled to ask about it.
]

For the "something weird"?
howlett: (old ghosts)

[personal profile] howlett 2019-07-29 06:25 pm (UTC)(link)
Do-it-yourself alarm system. [He smirks a little. If something really wanted to get in there’s plenty of ways to go about it. But if nothing else he’s determined to make sure he hears it coming.

Like any place the older man’s ever occupied there’s not much here that screams personality. A few tins preserves of food pinched from store. A jug of clean water. A few bottles of liquor. A small variety of jars filled with something syrupy and almost black like raspberry jam. Nothing indulgent. The pantry of a survivalist. But Logan himself seems to breathe easier here.

He polishes a couple of glasses haphazardly and unscrews the cap on a particularly cheap looking bottle of borrbon, pouring them each enough to savour.]


What’s it doin’ to you, Elf? [Those who don’t know him have trouble clocking genuine concern in the express of a man so gruff. That kind of intensity in his eyes could easily be mistaken for frustration. And in some ways it is. But not for Kurt. For whatever the world has foisted on them this time. He hauls a chair close enough that their knees almost touch.] Do you need a doctor? I’ve heard theres some around. Banner, even. I could find him. Maybe he can help.
suchmiracles: (smile; bittersweet)

[personal profile] suchmiracles 2019-07-29 07:51 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Kurt takes his glass and holds it between his hands for a moment, just enjoying the feeling of drinking with Logan again. He takes a small sip and winces -- Logan's taste in liquor tends to be lean more towards strength than flavor -- then a longer one, sighing a little as it takes the edge off his pain.

He meets Logan's eyes, not able to stop himself from offering a faint smile at the strength of his concern.
]

I don't know, mein Freund. I get the feeling this isn't something that medical science can help. [ He glances down at the dried blood at his sleeve, then dabs at his nose, a little embarrassed. ] Unless someone has figured out why this place is changing our powers?
howlett: (listless)

[personal profile] howlett 2019-07-29 09:05 pm (UTC)(link)
[He certainly hasn’t. And if anyone else has he’s yet to meet them. Not to mention Banner isn’t exactly that kind of doctor. Then again, when you’re dealing with a man who’s biology involves quantum physics, maybe Banner is exactly the kind of doctor he needs.

He pulls back way more than a dram of that drink and leaves a pitiful remanence sloshing around the edges of the glass. However you slice it, Kurt’s right. The gap between his desire to help and his ability to do so could rival the Grand Canyon. And it makes him bristle visibly.

Damn near every minute Deerington has been a trial. And here’s something knew getting under his skin. But none of that is Kurts fault. Even if he can’t decide between being grateful or furious towards whatever power brought his best friend to this place.]


It’s a good look, tough guy. [He teases as he reaches across the little kitchen for the towel by the sink. Dampening it with a slosh from that jug of clean water. The man sitting across from him is so often his moral compass that it’s tempting even no to remind himself what Kurt might tell him to quell his frustrations. Count your blessings, or something like that he thinks.]

How long have I been here— I mean, I been here a handful of weeks. But it feels like I’ve been away from home, from the school, you. For ages. How long’s it been? How’s you? The school? Kitty?
suchmiracles: (friends; love you)

[personal profile] suchmiracles 2019-07-29 10:23 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Kurt looks down at his drink, the dark liquid in the glass, as he thinks about his answer. He rubs his fingertips over his stomach, trying to summon something other than pain and remembered grief.

How long? Too long. Always, too long. And how to summarise everything that he's missed, the fights, the quiet moments?
]

The school is.. how it always is. [ He offers a shrug, a quick flash of a smile that doesn't quite reach his lambent eyes. He was there yesterday, with Jean and the others, and now here -- it's too strange. ] Bigger. Chaotic. Kitty, Ororo, Laura.. they're fine. They -- we -- miss you. It's been.. years, Logan. Two years, nearly three.
howlett: (withdrawn1)

[personal profile] howlett 2019-07-29 11:22 pm (UTC)(link)
[He holds out an open hand waiting for Kurt’s in return. Twisting that scrap of fabric off Kurt’s knuckles and dapping at the cuts there with a touch of bourbon on his kitchen towel.

He knew something didn’t add up. Like time itself couldn’t be trusted here. But to hear Kurt say the word years— plural— still takes him aback. His chuckle is more incredulous than mirthful.]


Jesus… somma those kids must be so grown.

[It’s not even how long he’s been gone that really wounds him. It’s the thought of how much everyone else must have changed by now. He’s seen more people grow old than most people ever will and missing even a few years of the lives most dear to him is a loss he didn’t see coming. And maybe he was more right than he knew about everything he said to Jean-Paul. That maybe there’s no coming back from this place. Not for him. ]

Fuck, Kurt. Beaubier’s stuck in this place too, you know? Now you? At this rate who’s gonna be left?

[He stops dabbing at that wound a moment and gently swipes that blood away from Kurt’s upper lip.]

Where were you before you turned up here? Where’s Amanda…
suchmiracles: (shocked; was)

[personal profile] suchmiracles 2019-07-29 11:49 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Kurt sets his hand willingly into Logan's. His touch is warm and welcome; Kurt barely feels the sting of the alcohol on his cuts. They're small compared to whatever has broken inside of him, but he understand's Logan's need to do what he can, to fix what's tangible. He can't run at whatever has splintered Kurt's ability to teleport with his claws, but he's got liquor and a scrap of fabric, and that will do, for now.

The resignation and tiredness in his voice makes Kurt's ache anew. Whatever it is that's happened here, it's worn down even Logan's indomitable will. Fear slides into Kurt's belly, cold as the damp fabric that traces across his lip.

He reaches up to catch Logan's wrist, before he takes his hand away, and holds it, just to feel him there.
]

I was at the Institute, in bed. I think. Jean has a plan, we're going to the UN tomorrow. [ He pauses. ] I hope that.. still happens. Amanda, I don't know. [ He looks at Logan, his eyes round, incredulous, as the fear grips him. ] Mein Gott, we're really stuck here, aren't we? I spoke to a young man who helped me, he's been here for nine months. Dreaming, for months! Logan, what will we do?
Edited 2019-07-29 23:50 (UTC)
howlett: (nostalgia)

[personal profile] howlett 2019-07-30 01:45 am (UTC)(link)
[There’s so little room for him to feel helpful here. This whole place feels like the domain so someone who understands the world in ways he’s not equipped to. Someone like Doc Strange, or Magik. Hell, Kurt’s got a better hold not that mystical crap that he’s starting to think this is all about. It’s a helplessness that makes him frustrated at the best of times and foolhardy at the worst.]

I dunno, Elf.
Beaubier ended up here like you did. Just closed his eyes and lost himself. He’s been here an age too. Even ran into some version of me from some other Goddamned dimension. It’s been hard on him. This place… But lots of people like him, they’re makin’ do.

[It’s paper thin consolation, he knows, but the moments when something here isn’t breathing down your neck and the towns folks aren’t trying to screw them are few and far between and for now Kurt needs rest where he can get it.]

We’ll find our way through this one too.

I don’t wanna say I’m happy you’re here, Elf. I’m not. I’m just not. I wouldn’t wish this on you.
But I’d be a liar if I said I wasn’t glad to see you.
suchmiracles: (look; thoughtful)

[personal profile] suchmiracles 2019-07-30 11:49 am (UTC)(link)
[ The smile that Kurt gives him is genuine, even if it is tired. He turns his head a little to touch the backs of Logan's fingers against his brow, closes his eyes and takes a breath, then lets him go. His expression when he looks back at Logan is more peaceful than before, but there's still a tension around his eyes and mouth. With Logan's ominous tone, how could there not be? ]

I'm glad to see you too, mein Freund, even if it is in some verdammt dream dimension.

[ He pauses, his tail flicking back and forth above the floor, thoughtful. He takes another small sip of his bourbon before he continues, looking up at Logan and holding his gaze. ]

I dreamed about you often, after you died. Just things we had done or left undone, little things. Drinking at Harry's, fighting together, fixing the Blackbird late at night. I admit, when I saw you in that room, I thought for a second, aha! This is what it is, and I was relieved, you know? But now, the longer we stay here, and whatever it is we're going to have to go through.. I'm not glad to be here, but if I am here, I'm glad it's with you.
howlett: (kurty wurty)

[personal profile] howlett 2019-07-30 03:32 pm (UTC)(link)
[Sometimes the best and worst thing about Kurt is his incredible earnestness, Logan thinks. If it weren’t enough to see him here, listening to the younger man talk of dreaming about him takes all of Logan’s conviction to not say something untoward, or bring up some long forgotten moment that should have been laid to rest. His eyes pull away when Kurt’s gaze burns too brightly to take it.

What would that satisfy anyway? Some selfish desire to know that he can still get under his friend’s skin? Kurt doesn’t deserve that. ]


Well. [He clears his throat. It’s the sound of a man trying to pull himself up by his own bootstraps. Mustering the power to say something hopeful but glib.] We’re even now, right? One funeral a burial each. I swear to God, Blue I won’t bury you again.

[The words sound rough, but through that grim perspective he’s smirking.]

You should, get some rest. Take the bed. [It’s tight quarters, but he hasn’t yet resigned himself to staying here long enough to need more than this.] I don’t want you hurtin’ if we go back out there poking’ around this place.
Edited 2019-07-30 15:33 (UTC)
suchmiracles: (tired; one too many)

[personal profile] suchmiracles 2019-07-30 04:16 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Kurt's known Logan long enough to understand when he pulls back, looking away and huffing, slinking back behind the walls of his fortressesed heart. He knows the limits of his friend's patience and doesn't push him, although -- selfish, needy -- he wants to. Instead, he closes his hand on the memory of Logan's touch and drains the last of the bourbon in his glass. It makes a warmth in his stomach, easing the muscles there a little more.

He risks a glance at his friend as he pulls himself onto his feet.
]

Danke, I think that might be a good idea. I -- ah! [ Between the strong alcohol and the stress of the last few hours, his usually strong body betrays him, his knees buckling as he tries to stand. ]
howlett: (listener1)

[personal profile] howlett 2019-07-30 04:41 pm (UTC)(link)
[Despite the safe distance he retreats to lest he do or say something not so easy to take back, he’s never really very far. When there’s a tremble in Kurt’s step, he’s there. Catching him by the flank and stretching the younger man’s arm across his shoulders again.]

Take it easy, you lush. [Teasing as though it’s the liquor responsible for this and not the sheer exhaustion is a courtesy from a man who tends to bristle when his own frailties are laid bare.

The place Logan’s been sleeping offers no more luxury than the rest of this cabin, but there is more evidence of the occupant here. A solid bed frame with a mattress and a small collection of camping blankets makes it easy to miss the smaller things. The traditionally Japanese sword leaned against the headboard. The black and white woodblock print hanging just beyond the doorway. Why he showed up with this small collection of disparate things he left in his past life, he doesn’t know, but he can’t help looking to them for clues.

With Kurt leaning on his shoulder he makes some small, humble effort to straighten the bed before easing him into a seat.]


Make yourself at home.
Edited 2019-07-30 16:42 (UTC)
suchmiracles: (glance; take it in)

[personal profile] suchmiracles 2019-07-30 05:16 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Kurt is somewhat used to Logan's austere tastes, but this is minimal even for him. He feels a little sadness to imagine what sort of life his friend has been scraping out here, retreated on the edge of a strange town. His gaze catches on the sword and the print as he lowers himself onto the bed.

He reaches out to gently touch the hilt of the sword with a fingertip, tired but unable to let go of wanting to find out as much as possible about this place. And unsure if he wants to sleep, in case this really is just another dream.
]

It looks like you already have, mein Freund.
howlett: (penisve)

[personal profile] howlett 2019-07-30 07:16 pm (UTC)(link)
As much as ever, I guess. [His smile is self deprecating, but thankfully Kurt’s interest in the familiar sword pulls his thoughts away to more useful places. He’d never call himself a leader, but even Logan wouldn’t deny his value as a survivalist.]

That’s always there. If you need it. [He says it like he expects to see it put to good use too. Sweeping a few half burnt cigar stumps off the night stand, he’s puttering around like he’s tidying up for Kurt’s benefit as the tactician in him takes over. Doling out his knowledge from the front lines to his newest ally here.]

And stay away from the sisters. If you get out around town, there’s no convent nearby, but lately… This place is crawlin’ with somethin’ dressed like nuns. Faceless things. Suckin’ up supplies all over town. Food. Ammo. Tools. You name it. Like they’re lookin’ to starve people out. Don’t let’em get too close. And don’t get between what they’re stealin’.

They’ll go down with a good shot to the head but. Only if your weapon’s been bloodied.
[There’s a pregnant pause as he considers one last survival tip.]
There’s some jars in the kitchen for that.
Edited (will I ever tag without editing at least once? Probably not. </3) 2019-07-30 19:17 (UTC)
suchmiracles: (surprise; pardon)

[personal profile] suchmiracles 2019-07-30 09:15 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Kurt blinks at Logan from the bed, pleased to have the information but a little unnerved by the details. His tail flicks restlessly through the blankets as he rubs his forehead with his fingertips. ]

Gott im Himmel. So, there are evil nuns without faces, which you fight using jars of your own blood that you keep in the kitchen? [ He gives Logan a brief, slightly sickened smile. ] I'm starting to think I would prefer if this was one of Arcade's worlds.
howlett: (nostalgia)

[personal profile] howlett 2019-07-30 09:47 pm (UTC)(link)
Better my blood than yours, bub. Or Jean-Paul’s. Or damn near anyone’s. [[He won't mention how long it took to figure out it was the blood, not the weapons themselves that does them in. But once it all came together he decided to stock up.]

Well. Deerington’s got a nicer ring to it then Murderworld. But yeah. It amounts to the same sort of shit.

[[Theres more to this place than what little he can prepare Kurt for though. And by the sounds of things whatever you know about Deerington is apt to change at the whim of… whatever Sodder is.]

There’s something communicating with the sleepers… us. The transplants in this place. Something called Sodder. But’s that’s all I know of it. Some folks think it’s tryin’ to break us out of here. Some folks seem to think it’s the one brought us here in the first place. I don’t know.

Inter-dimensional dream monsters? Biblical boogeymen? That’s your area of expertise, bub. [That thought raises a genuine smile from him. Kurt’s probably way more qualified to handle this than him. With his room informally straightened his last act of making it comfortable to present company is a gentle straightening of the only three books on a small shelf by the window.]

Something to read, If it helps you sleep. [Thoreau, Hugo, and Sun Tzu. All somewhat aged, and visibly weathered, one of these showed up with him. The others he's just drawn to.]
suchmiracles: (smile; bittersweet)

[personal profile] suchmiracles 2019-07-31 10:53 am (UTC)(link)
[ The thought of using Logan's blood to attack anything, even if it is an evil nun, makes Kurt wince. But he lets it go, understanding that there are things going on in this place that he has yet to comprehend. If Logan is correct in his assessment -- particularly the dream monsters part -- it seems like the sort of place that requires desperate acts such as these.

He watches Logan move around the room, finicky with his space as he's never been before. Kurt finds himself feeling flattered to see Logan being so attentive. He glances at the books, then shifts carefully on the bed to bring his legs up, leaning back against the headboard.
]

Ah, all I need to sleep soundly is to know you're outside the door, mein Freund. I'm still not convinced I won't wake back up in the Institute, but if I do, it has been good to spend some time with you again. [ He gives a thin, tired smile. ] As strange as it has been.
howlett: (exit)

aw fools. <3

[personal profile] howlett 2019-07-31 03:21 pm (UTC)(link)
[Kurt’s unflappable optimism makes him smile back, but the thought that all of this could just dissolve around them is somewhat bittersweet. It aches to think this might be the only moment he gets with Kurt for who knows how long. But it hurts just as much to think about keeping him.]

I hope you're right, Elf.
I hope you do.

[The warped old wooden door doesn’t exactly shut right, so he leaves it open just a crack on his way out.]
suchmiracles: (tired; one too many)

such goofs!! <3

[personal profile] suchmiracles 2019-07-31 04:37 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Kurt watches Logan go, thinking he should have said something else, not knowing what it should have been. He keeps his gaze on the door for a moment after he leaves, his tail tip stirring the blankets.

After a little while, the pain and the exhaustion and the strength of Logan's bourbon rise up in him again. He slides down in the bed, tugging one of the thin camping blankets up over himself. It smells like Logan, that musky mixture of sweat and cigar smoke, familiar and comforting.

Kurt yawns, cushions his head in his arms, closes his eyes with a sigh --

and opens them somewhere else.
]
Edited 2019-07-31 16:43 (UTC)
howlett: (whoa)

I Am The Great Unknown // cw: for gore probably.

[personal profile] howlett 2019-08-02 02:01 am (UTC)(link)
(TMD Rnd 2)



[The feeling of grass prickling at the back of his neck is an unexpected sensation for a man who's fairly certain he closed his eyes on the wood-frame sofa in his cabin. The air feel damp and foggy when Logan’s eyes snap open and he’s definitely not where he left himself. But for better or worse, it looks like his friend is still here with him.]

Kurt? [The chain on his wrist has him lashed to his friend.] Wake up, bub. I got some bad news and some good news…

[His voice stays low and quiet as he shakes Kurt gently at the shoulder. Between the well manicured hedges stretching up around them and the low fog, hanging in the corridors of this garden path the visibility is so low that if Logan had hackles they'd already be rising. ]
suchmiracles: (shocked; was)

[personal profile] suchmiracles 2019-08-02 02:40 pm (UTC)(link)
[ To Kurt it feels as if barely a moment has passed since he closed his eyes, drifting into a dark dreamless place, when he feels the a sensation of being jostled and Logan's voice, soft and concerned --

It's cold, and there's grass under his palms as he blinks his eyes open. He sees tall hedges and drifting fog. For a moment, he barely takes it in, so unexpected is the view. Then he turns his head, and sits up a little on one elbow.
]

Was.. where are we? [ His look takes in Logan's face, the chain. ] What happened?
howlett: (james suspicious)

[personal profile] howlett 2019-08-02 10:53 pm (UTC)(link)
[It’s such a short length of chain Logan has between his hands that you can almost see the concern he hasn’t voiced. It’s dangerous to be this close to him on the best of occasions. He can’t imagine whatever’s forced them into this predicament has good intentions. ]

Beats me, Elf. Is this is even in Deerington, I’ve never seen it.

[When he goes still, he clutched those links in his hands to keep them silenced. Trying to make sense of that distance scraping sound. Something dragging maybe? He puts a finger to his lips.]

Shh. We’re not alone.
suchmiracles: (shocked; afraid)

[personal profile] suchmiracles 2019-08-02 11:23 pm (UTC)(link)
[ There are few things more alarming than the Wolverine going still. Kurt has become somewhat used to it over the years, but he can't suppress the fear that Logan's expression sparks in him.

He pulls himself up a little, shifting carefully into his habitual crouching position, trying his best to stop the chain from rattling. Glancing from Logan to the hedges, he blinks wide eyes.
]

Was ist das? Other people?
howlett: (sincere)

[personal profile] howlett 2019-08-03 01:55 am (UTC)(link)
[That grinding sound gets nearer and nearer until the clarity of it makes him picture something like someone dragging a shovel. It seems to pass just on the other side of the wall around them, getting further again for a moment. It's circling, without a doubt. But there's no way to know if it's on the right path or finding it's way in this place by trial and error.

It's tempting to think it's another sleeper. Someone just like them, just as lost as they are. And then he gets the scent of it. A sharp, acrid smell that stings his nose like sick.

If they run, they could run right into it around the next corner. If his claws come out, Kurt gets cut.

The dragging noise halts and he closes his palm over Kurt's mouth, dragging them both into the cover of the hedges around them.]
suchmiracles: (demon; glow in the dark)

[personal profile] suchmiracles 2019-08-03 07:16 am (UTC)(link)
[ The sound grows until it's loud enough for Kurt to hear it as well. He doesn't need to read the concern in Logan's face to understand that this thing is big and not something he particularly wants to meet.

He crouches beside Logan as it passes them, wide-eyed, the fur on the back of his neck prickling, his tail whisking the air.

Then, worse still than the noise of its passage -- it stops. Kurt is about to suggest they make an escape when Logan's hand closes over his mouth and he pulls them both back into the hedge. After a split second of confusion, Kurt lets him do it, relying on years of trusting the man's instincts.

The hedge is dense and uncomfortable, branches scratching as they pull back inside it. Kurt flattens himself back against Logan, heart pounding and breathing a little hard around his hand as they hide like rabbits waiting for a wolf to pass them by.
]

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