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The 'We're Stranded' Meme

THE ‘WE’RE STRANDED’ MEME

You’re stranded it’s as simple as that. Maybe you were on your way to a nice relaxing holiday, a business trip or maybe you were just on your way home. Whatever the case, it doesn’t look like you’re going to be reaching your destination any time soon. You’re stuck and all you can do is to try and survive until help arrives. If help ever does arrive. Well, at least you’re not alone. No, there’s someone here stranded with you. Maybe you know them, maybe they’re a complete stranger or maybe they were stranded here long before you. Whoever they are you’re going to have to work together to get out of this mess.

What you do to survive and what happens to you is up to you. Do you search for food, do you try and find any signs of human life, do you have a run in with the locals or the local wildlife or do you just close your eyes and hope someone finds you. Whatever happens good luck.

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WHERE ARE YOU STRANDED?

On an island – You’re stranded on an island in the middle of nowhere. There’s no phone or radio signal and there are no signs of life (that you can see). It could be a huge island with a dense forest in the center or it could be a small, sandy island with sparse vegetation cover. It’s up to you.
In the jungle – One minute you’re making your way along a jungle trail and the next minute you’re completely lost. You have no idea where you are, you have no idea which way to go and all you can see around you is trees and more trees. Have fun in the jungle. Look out for the wildlife and any local tribes
In space – The sci-fi option. For some reason you were in space. Maybe you’re inside a ship stranded in the middle of nowhere or stranded in the middle of some kind of asteroid field. Or maybe you were outside of your space shuttle and now you’re stranded with no way to return. Let’s hope your oxygen supply doesn’t run out
Open Water – Maybe you were simply out for a swim and the current was too strong, pulling you out to sea. Maybe you were diving and after resurfacing you’ve realized you have absolutely no idea which way is land and your boat is nowhere to be seen. Or maybe it’s a Titanic-type situation and your ship has sunk. Better get your life jacket ready.
High in the air – Maybe you’re trapped in a ski lift high above the ground just like the movie Frozen. Maybe you were on a roller-coaster or a Ferris wheel and the rides malfunctioned. Or maybe you’re just stuck at the top of a really, really high mountain or cliff. Whatever the situation you better not be afraid of heights!
Inside an elevator - This one is pretty self-explanatory. You were in an elevator, the elevator stopped and now you’re stranded inside the small space, probably with a bunch of people you don’t know until help arrives.
A cave – Maybe you had planned to explore the cave system or maybe it was a spontaneous event but you went inside and now you’re stranded with no way out.
The middle of nowhere – This can cover any landscape really: a mountainous area, a desert, the middle of the countryside, a tundra area. Whatever the landscape there’s no signs of human life anywhere. You’re stranded.
Wild Card! – Don’t like any of the options given? Come up with your own scenario!

WHAT ARE YOU DOING?

Extreme weather! - You're caught in a blizzard or a thunderstorm.
Searching for food/supplies!
Setting up a camp/shelter from the rain
Coming into contact with (possibly dangerous) locals/local wildlife
Calling for help
Trying to find a place with better signal
Just generally freaking out
Trying to come up with a plan
An obligatory smut option
Wild Card! – There are so many options and so many things you could do in this situation. Use your imagination!

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[hey there! interested in a Peter? I'm thinking stuck in an elevator, because it's the most obvious way to make Peter's powers largely unhelpful in getting them un-stuck too fast... Or it could be any of the others if his leg's still (or again?) stuck in a cast.]

Might as well get comfortable, Bones. It's gonna be a while before Scotty gets this thing working again.

[Whatever led Luke to being here, if there was a boat or the space-time continuum got totally smashed, if he heads for higher ground and peers at the little forest he'll hear/see impressively loud crashing, snapping, angry startled birds, and--]

FUCK!

[Investigate yes/no?]

[The initial shock of his crew's boat capsizing in last night's storm and being stranded on some island swiftly takes a backseat to whatever the hell just smashed through trees and splintered branches. He twists his head over his shoulder, eyes wide, knuckles whitening around his machete.

It might be one of his friends -- but until he finds out whether that's true or not he fully intends to keep on his toes. No walkers yet - but they're hardly the worst of what the new world has to offer.]

Who's there? [He calls out while edging into the woods, looking left and right. Twigs and scattered leaves litter the forest floor.]

[The noise stops. It's more than...really should. Like something froze the branches. And there's silence until something bolts through some bushes that stops abruptly. Nothing more.

If Luke edges some ways farther he'll see a clearing. There'll be the makings of a small crude shelter – four pillars, raw, gnarled 2x4s for walls, layers of bark for a roof, some rocks scattered here and there.

What made the crash? A particularly big tree. Nearly split in two, took down a couple youngins with it.]

[His pulse quickens in his throat.

It might've been built recently or be showing weeks of wear and tear - he can't tell as he makes his approach and details come into focus. While it's crude he knows plenty about making do with what you have.]

Hey... [He tries again, projecting his voice.] Anyone there? ...Look, I don' want trouble, okay - m'jus' lookin' for my people.

[It's recent. Finished just now, really. The stillness remains, which makes Luke's voice seem all the louder. And quietly, because something must change, a throat clears. More silence, like it's not sure if it's worth the risk. If there's a choice.]

People...and they...have things?

[If Luke turns around a 20-something kid will be peeking around a tree trunk from like 30 feet up. His hand covers his right eye and his clothes are dirty, hair a mess, moss, bugs, and tree splinters stuck in it but he hasn't noticed.]

He whirls around, tasting the sharp metal tang of adrenaline in his mouth. Hope spikes -- but then realization hits him and his face goes slack, eyes dull with an exhaustion that goes to his bones. The stranger's face isn't one he can place a name to but for all his built-up wariness Luke reserves some sympathy for strangers, particularly those who look like they've had hell of a time. He's equally filthy-looking after all, though it comes with being stripped of basic comforts for years, clothes worn ragged and almost perma-stained with blood and liquefied zombie guts from more encounters than he can remember.

"Iunno..." He lowers his blade slightly. It's all he has outside the gun at his hip. "Maybe? Don' know that much coulda survived after last night." A beat. He looks around. "...Who's askin'?"

Edited 2016-07-06 14:36 (UTC)

The kid catches that look. This guy may be telling the truth, then...and if the his clothing is any indication, there's a lot to run from. Or he killed a lot, which Death doubts...and something's off besides. It's too much rot - the decay and the clothing don't match up...

He takes a slow, shaky breath. Machete. Cutting, chopping...a tool, not precise for flesh or bone. He could stop it when things went wrong. The kid edges behind the tree trunk and there's a horrible grating tearing noise. If Luke cares to look from the other side, there'll be deep claw marks all the way down.

He walks out, finally in plain, level view. His hand's lowered and his extended eye twitches, always seeing more.

"Death."

Cue metal guitar riff.

Edited 2016-07-06 16:41 (UTC)

[He jerks back a half-step.]

Holy shit...

[It's not the name that gets him - that just comes off as a joke in poor taste at this point - but seeing that eye which, from a distance, looks like a bad case of pink eye. Then he starts to wish it was. His face screws up in confusion.] ...The hell happened?

[After a beat it occurs to him that that might be a little forward. After all, offending someone he only just met could be bad news. He shakes his head.] ...Sorry. How long y'been out here?

[It'd be the first time anyone considered it a joke...or, rather, took it seriously enough to think it one. Death squints for a moment, not sure if Luke is making fun of him, if only for the aforementioned reason...but he apologizes. That's more than anyone's done.]

Half a day. I won't wait for a storm to get out of the rain...

[Death trails off and tilts his head, distracted. By Luke.]

You're leg's looking pretty bad. Have you noticed increased drainage? Red streaks? Those, uh, signal possible infection.

[Not like there's anything he can do about it, but...this, simply, is what Death did if he happened to be around people in his world. He always knew, even if it didn't matter. And then, at least for once, he hoped he could make their death as painless as possible. Call it a dream.]

Half a day? [There's an obvious note of surprise in his voice and he can't stop staring at that eye - it's distractingly bizarre and painful-looking and he'd half-convinced the sun's gotten to him until he rubs his own sweat-stung eyes and the stranger is still there. One hell of a persistent hallucination, if he is one.]

Well, considerin' what's happened I ain't exactly had the time to look. [And he hasn't much time to be idle, either. There's much to do - crafting some kind of raft or boat at some point is the least of his problems - but he is nothing if not a survivor, and if they could trust each other enough to put their heads together then that only ups his chances.]

[Death stops. That tone's not one he likes and he's not sure why. Then, he never needs to be. His extended eye locks on Luke for a few moments, blinks, twitches. Then it shifts as Death walks, picks up some flimsy branches and flings them with no direction in mind other than away.]

You should now. And shouldn't find any pissy corpses, either. Pretty sure I took care of those.

[The debris all starts dragging itself to the edges of the clearing. The shelter adjusts itself, too, rocks fly up, old deer tendons wrap and knot for stabilization. Death's doing all he can to avoid looking at what for him is an embarrassment of his efforts.

Looking for his people, he said. There's not much Death has to lose. ...God what he'd do for a plate of coconut shrimp.]

[It's as much the little things that have been making him uneasy as the bigger situation - the weird, infected-looking eye, the lack of a name offered (yeah, he's not buying 'Death', sorry), and now, the debris that stirs as if wind is sweeping through the clearing. But it isn't. Sweat's stuck to his skin, no relief under the sun -- and yet branches and rocks seem to be guided as if by invisible hands, the shelter building itself.

As always, the idea of the walking dead skulking around scares him the least.]

What the fuck... [He says, half to himself.] The hell's goin' on here?

[Yeah, definitely reevaluating how he feels about pairing up with this guy.]

[The lack of reaction to his name isn't new. Frankly, Death prefers it - flat-out denial's better than being believed and dismissed. Like you're nothing. Like you mean nothing.]

Telekinesis.

[A little focus here and...Luke's heart skips a beat or two if that's okay.]

And that was a heart palpitation. Look, I'll monitor your people and kill whatever bothers them if they'll give me food.

[Death pauses.]

Please?

[It's a magic word, right? ...Oy.]

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[He likes to think he's a pretty adaptable guy. After all, riding out two years in a world where the dead no longer stayed dead took coming to terms with what he - and everyone else - had once considered to be impossible.

But after being battered around in the storm, hurting and lost and exhausted, there's only so much in the ways of surprises he can handle. And these days, surprises are rarely happy ones. The feeling of his heart jerking in his chest on cue doesn't shake that trend.

He goes cold, his face blank with fear as he steps back. The machete's half-raised again.]

--What the fuck?!

['Please' means little to him now faced with what feels like a threat. Anyone who commands the power to manipulate him without laying a finger on him is not only likely to be bad news at some point but seems fit to catch is own food.]

You shittin' me right now?

[You think Death would be used to ruining everything by now. He's glad, and shocked, and disbelieving at Luke's sensible reaction and all that shows on his face. He turns away from the guy who could totally stab and kill him and can't quite hide a quiet huff of goddamn giggles.

To say Death is a great unknown is putting it lightly. He faces Luke again (assuming he hasn't booked it - and even if he did, Death'd just yell happily after him) with a bizarre little dismissive hand flap, all smiles. The nightmares will be good tonight. He coughs, though, tries to steady himself.]

Ah, your...your people. Yeah, ah...two are over there a ways.

[He gestures to the west.]

Older man and a girl...and one's found a river that way.

[Point. Northeast. And Death goes through the rest - if any are on the move, he says which way they're going, too. And soon he's done, and his little chin fang things claw the air for a moment. Pondering. He doubts he'll be able to explain. How it feels...to finally, possibly be seen for who you are.]

Don't worry. Ah, about anything. Really.

[As long as Luke's here his whole group will suddenly keep finding a few hefty freshly killed fauna and whatever random crap that may prove potentially useful, like a mysteriously discarded tape role or rubber band. May therapists have mercy on his insurance.]

[Would you like a Lucifer?]

[Of course! Have any particular idea or scenario in mind?]

[I was thinking we could do number 6.]

[Chloe had been trained to handle all kinds of stressful situations, from the mundane to the dangerous. She wasn't a stranger to any of it, nor was she unused to having to think outside the box to solve her problems or cases. But as she stood next to her partner in the precinct elevator, briefing him on a case she'd been having some trouble with, she quickly realized just how long of a day she was in for.

The elevator suddenly lurched into a halt, knocking her forward a little.]

What--?

[She tried to regain her balance, one of her hands shooting out to grip at Lucifer's arm without really thinking. It took her only a few moments to understand what had happened, and she resisted the urge to groan and pinch the bridge of her nose as she realized they were most definitely not moving. Great. Just great.]

You have got to be kidding me.

Lucifer had been standing beside Chloe, listening to her as she told him the information that he needed for her current case, when the elevator decided to stop. The sudden motion made him quickly grab the railing before he was knocked off of his feet. He looked up and then back at Chloe. “Looks like we’ve stopped.” That was pretty obvious, but it had to be said. Now why they had stopped, that was the one hundred dollar question.

When the Detective reached out and grabbed a hold of his arm to gain her balance, he couldn’t help but grin. “So, who did you piss off this time?” he jokingly asked, knowing full well that the situation they were in had nothing to do with Chloe.

He reached out and started pushing random buttons, but nothing happened. They weren’t going anywhere. Not until the elevator decided to start up again or until somebody got them out of there, which ever came first. “Does this happen often?”

"Very funny," she muttered, pulling away abruptly when she realized she was still holding on to him. Her brows furrowed in thought as she watched him test out the elevator buttons with no luck, taking a step back to look at their full surroundings. The lights were still on, which was a good sign, but there was no telling if it would stay that way. And they seemed to have come to a complete stop.

She pressed the call button a couple times, but no one seemed to be answering. "As far as I know, it's never happened at all. I have no idea what's going on."

(OOC: No huge age gaps if we're going shippy. No High in the Air option.)

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The 'We're Stranded' Meme

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6. Because of all the places they could get stuck the RNG chose THAT.

Elizabeth Swann :: Pirates of the Carribean:: OTA

clara oswald ~ doctor who ~ ota

Debra Morgan | Dexter | OTA

luke | the walking dead game

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What's Luke's health like? If anything'll develop into a problem Death'll pick up on it.

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Hermione Granger ~ Harry Potter ~ OTA

Charlie Pace | LOST | OTA

oswald cobblepot | gotham

rey | star wars

Karen Minazuki ♥ Yes! Pretty Cure 5

Chloe Decker | Lucifer

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Hope this is okay! Let me know if you want me to change anything.

It was perfect! :)

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