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Ryslig Helpers ([personal profile] ryslighelpers) wrote in [community profile] graveyardsmash2017-01-13 02:13 pm
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TEST DRIVE MEME

TEST DRIVE MEME: JANUARY

Welcome to the Ryslig Test Drive Meme! Below are a few prompts to get you started, but you may make up any prompt you desire! Please take a look at the navigation page for rules, setting information, and links to reserves and apps. Have fun!

SCENARIO ONE
You wake up on the beach thoroughly drenched with your mouth full of sand. The salt water causes various cuts and scrapes on your skin to sting and the sand isn't helping. The air is slightly humid, ruining any feeling of refreshment you might have gotten from your dip in the ocean. There are lights in the distance but the unfriendly scent of gunpowder fills the air. If you're lucky, you're alone. If not, you might find yourself staring up into a pair of monstrous eyes or down the barrel of a local's shotgun.

SCENARIO TWO
So you've just arrived, and already SOME the natives are trying to get on your good side. Offers of food, shelter and other luxuries in return for hoping you don't eat them. They even have some helpful pamphlets to share with you. "How To Deal With Changes", "Alternatives to Human Flesh", "What to Expect When You're Expecting (to turn into a monster)" are all great pamphlets. There's even some detailing certain monsters, and the changes they go through. Some of these seem to have been passed down from one monster to the next.

Among these however, are some... not so helpful ones. "Bunnyipyips And You", "Axe Thief Axehounds," and "So you're becoming a Fur Bearing Trout" among others. Sometimes they have marks on them from previous people who had them saying they are lies, or pointing out good "jokes." Then there's the people who aren't happy to see you at all. Glares and silent, judging stares if you're lucky. Torches and pitchforks attempting to drive you out of the town if you're not. You may need a friend to help you.

SCENARIO THREE
"Seek us out," the voice whispers in your head, and before you have time to question it you've found yourself in someplace entirely alien. Maybe it's the Fog God's ghostly town of Dyster, where exultant followers dance around bonfires and sing their praises to the skies above. Maybe it's the Fourth God's arcade, with small robots wheeling about amidst the lights and colors of old pinball machines. Only one thing is certain: you are not alone, in this sacred place.

SCENARIO FOUR
The time has come and you've found yourself becoming a monster. Is the change instant, or gradual? Are you familiar enough with monsters to know what's happening, or is it a complete shock? NOTE: Feel free to pick any monster type for this prompt, but note that you may not get the same one in game.

deathkid: (Default)

nico di angelo ▪ heroes of olympus/hidden oracle

[personal profile] deathkid 2017-01-18 03:58 am (UTC)(link)
B E A C H

[ when nico wakes up to a mouthful of sand, he's not all that surprised. it's happened before and this likely won't be the last time. shadow travel can sometimes do that, dumping nico exactly where he's never been before or worse, somewhere he'd rather not be. for the moment, he's pretty sure he's made it back to camp. the lulling sound of waves lapping on the shore seems a lot like the beach of camp halfblood. home, or as much of one as nico's had since he'd been taken from the lotus hotel.

except as nico opens oil-slick colored eyes, he notes that the surrounding dunes look nothing like those on long island. and the lights in the distance don't form a familiar U shape that makes up the cabins and big house. so... where in tartarus is he?

not tartarus, at least. he knows that as intimately as he knows his dreams (which, given his power over them, is rather intimate indeed). tartarus still lingers in his dreams sometimes, and though the air smells a bit like that of tartarus (the harsh, acidic scent like brimstone and gunpowder), there isn't a red mist around him.

almost instinctively, nico reaches for his sword. or would, if it were there. this is about the time that nico starts panicking because the last time he'd been without his stygian iron sword, he'd been trapped in a jar and left to starve. sure, he'd been saved but there's no one around now to save him if a monster decides they want a snack. which means nico needs to get out of here immediately.

too bad nothing happens when he tries to draw forth the shadows again. despite how hard he mentally tugs at the encroaching darkness, nothing happens. it's as if he's never learned how to shadow travel at all. and to make things worse, as he reaches out with both hands, he notes that the ground neither rumbles nor do any skeletal hands break through the sand. what in hades is going on?

which, generally speaking, is about the time nico's going to get in more trouble. that's usually how his luck tends to go. so when he hears the tell-tale click of a shotgun shell being cocked into a chamber, he merely releases a sigh and turns around, pale hands lifting toward the sky. he must've landed on someone's private beach and given how he looks (dark, shaggy hair that droops in equally dark eyes; black, torn skinny jeans, a black ramones shirt, and a black, leather bomber jacket; a look of constant fatigue with an expression that says try me), he probably looks like just the kind of kid poised for trouble.

and will is always telling him he needs to work on his people skills... gods, is nico's dad going to be pissed if he finds out his only living son died at the hands of some paranoid mortal. ]


P A M P H L E T  H E L L

[ this is nico di angelo, son of hades, and he is looking rather peeved at the moment. the pockets of his bomber jacket are chalk full of wadded up brochures, in his pale hands are copious more pamphlets, and littering the ground at his feet are, you guessed it, even more of the obnoxious leaflets. it seems people can't take a hint around this place, and no he doesn't want to hear about the newest techniques to pick bones out of one's teeth or how to deal with scale rot. if he weren't powerless at the moment, he'd make use of his usually very effective fear aura, but given he is apparently nothing more than a weaksauce mortal at the moment, he's styx-out-of-luck.

shoving the latest batch into his pockets with the others and scowling darkly at the nearest pamphlet giver, nico huffs and scrunches his shoulders before marching off. ]


Gods, at least I won't have to worry about firewood. Where's Valdez when I need him.


C Y O A [ want one of the other prompts? lmk @ [plurk.com profile] laundry ]
naturallywavy: (《89》)

[personal profile] naturallywavy 2017-01-18 04:10 am (UTC)(link)
[ what the ever-loving fuck. How does he even remember the Yorozuya? Gintoki's brows lift for a moment. Ugh, this is complicated, but not anything he can't deal with. He'll move on. He doesn't like to think of the fact he's separated from Kagura and Shinpachi right now. ]

Yeah. Me, myself and I. That's how it's [ a beat ] kind-of-always-been... for awhile.
[ ok.. no.. TOTAL LIE. It was always that way until he came to Edo. ]

I can already tell this is gonna be a pain in the ass. Do they all look like crazy Satan like you or should I expect G*dzilla?
naturallywavy: (《68》)

[personal profile] naturallywavy 2017-01-18 04:16 am (UTC)(link)
[ Man, okay. This guy really wants to be helpful. Gintoki groans, exasperated already, it's obvious he doesn't want to deal with this, but slowly, he begins to re-approach Karamatsu. ]

I don't think I've ever seen a more persistent bug in my entire life. ...Ah, okay, maybe not. There was a fly who was really trying to leave the bathroom window when I was taking a dump at JUMPFesta. He was probably in heat and wanted to screw some fly-girl before he died in the 24 hours of his life span. I mean, if I had only that long to live, I'd be trying to screw something too.

[ He stops, still a distance from Karamatsu, but it's enough where they can talk normally. He crosses his arms. ]

Is this better?
Edited 2017-01-18 04:17 (UTC)
neetfreak: (one down)

[personal profile] neetfreak 2017-01-18 04:18 am (UTC)(link)
[Jyushimatsu stops moving, considering how he should explain things to this man]

I'm the only demon! My brothers are different things. Like, Choromatsu-niisan is a werebear, and Todomatsu and Karamatsu are faeries! No one is G*dzilla!
idunnosurfing: (the arms of the ocean are carrying me)

/DIVEBOMBS INTO THE SAND

[personal profile] idunnosurfing 2017-01-18 06:34 am (UTC)(link)
[It's not surprising to Percy, at this point, that on one of his semi-regular trips to Vandare to stare out at the waves and try to feel a connection to home, he sees Nico di Angelo from up in the sky.

He's had enough false starts and been under enough stress lately that it makes more sense to assume he's seeing things. He doesn't even question it--his lip curls in a snarl when he sees the gun and he plummets out of the air like a stone, and he doesn't think about the fact that the kid's bomber jacket is really familiar as he plucks the attacker off the ground in his talons and tosses him from enough of a height to make something crunch on landing, but not enough to kill him.

There's not enough justification for that, but only just.

He lands, still not thinking about the fact that he hasn't noticed a single tell to alert his brain to the fact that he's not, in fact, looking at Nico, and gets as far as striding over to the kid and slinging an arm over his shoulder before he blinks, sees Nico, blinks again, still sees Nico...and stalls.

For what feels like an hour, but is probably more like thirty seconds, Percy can't breathe. His stomach churns violently, his heart hammering like it's trying to escape from the guilt and relief and a million other emotions that crowd his chest with a crushing weight.

He inhales, a harsh sound--a sob--and he registers dimly that his vision has gone blurry but he doesn't care. He's too busy pulling Nico against his chest in the tightest hug he can possibly give, breathing in the smell of something he recognizes for the first time in over a year.]


I thought--Gods of Olympus, Nico, I thought I'd never see you again.
walkonaether: (8)

[personal profile] walkonaether 2017-01-18 07:02 am (UTC)(link)
...I don't understand a word of what you're saying.

[So much confusion.]
walkonaether: (4)

[personal profile] walkonaether 2017-01-18 07:08 am (UTC)(link)
[But she doesn't and that's not answering her question--well. He's probably just... a weird Pokemon, maybe. The dog, that is. And excuse you, Light. She's a 40+ year old woman, though thank you for the compliment.]

A few blocks ago.

[Lusamine gives the dog a scratch.]

The poor thing probably smelled food on me.
boomgod: (Default)

Bakugou Katsuki | Boku no Hero Academia

[personal profile] boomgod 2017-01-18 07:14 am (UTC)(link)
one
[ First thought: It's too damn cold. Second thought: What the fuck. Not his most eloquent head-fillers, but certainly emphatic ones. He turns over off his back feelin' ragged and pathetic. World's spinning a bit. Ground below his knees has too much give to be anything but sand. Which... shit. The sea breeze, the whispers of washing tides, it's all coming together. That is, coming together into absolute fuck all, where the motherfucking goddamn fuck is he.]

[He licks his lips and lifts his head, squinting towards what had better be civilization. Kinda too fogged to see. He wobbles onto his feet, a vantage point that unsurprisingly adds zero clarity to the situation. Wherever he is, visibility is shit. Fortunately, he is a talented screamer, so if anyone is around. They'll know. And then he'll know. He licks his lips.]

HEY!!!! Anyone there with half a fuckin' brain cell better lemme know where the shit I am!!!

[... No? Nothing? Then Bakugou has to feel a little stupid for an unanswered desperate call to nothing, but whatever-- this is better, if he gets answers on his terms. He starts tromping off towards the lights. Bit slow and wobbly, still. Everythin' fuckin hurts, but he'll drag himself off this cold ass beach by the fingernails if he's gotta.]


two
[Yeah, he's confused and lost and nothing makes sense, but he still doesn't want people dumping their piddly little niceties on him without even waiting around long enough to explain. Everyone seems pretty openly afraid of him, which was only par for the course when he was like, ten. It doesn't bring him nearly as much satisfaction now. It's not nearly as appreciated as some fucking answers would be. So he shouts at some poor sod to cut the bullshit and tell him exactly what's going on, and what does he get for his efforts? A basket of incredibly useless looking pamphlets. Better than nothing. He picks one up.]

... Huh.

["Monsters". Some people had pretty monstrous quirks, and you could call 'em that, but he never saw the terminology for real people in print. Or maybe it was just some kind of really elaborate creepypasta shit? He might pass the time with that, if he was at all in the mood to do anything but wrench the head off of whoever was responsible for his arrival here. Not before he could get them to send him back. He had exams to study for. Being homeless in some foreign land populated by ass-kissers wasn't gonna facilitate that.]

Tch. Asked for answers, get garbage. Typical. [Out of habit with "garbage", he detonates the hand holding the pamphlet and... gets... nothing. Not even a spark.] What? What the fuck?

[He was sure he dried the salt water off his hands-- not that a little dampness could've stopped him-- and it was humid enough that his explosive fucking sweat should be more than enough to torch one stupid booklet. He tries again. It's offensive to treat himself like some busted glitchy lighter but he's gotta try everything. Soon enough, anyone walking by can see this ornery blond teenager in the middle of the sidewalk shaking out and twitching and flexing his hands, veins nearly popping out his skin as he looses a string of expletives. He doesn't need his quirk, alright, but. This makes shit so much worse. This makes him quirkless.]

[He's not dumb, he gets that the boom-boom likely isn't happening in the foreseeable future if it didn't work the first five times. But the sooner he stops trying to ignite his sweat, the sooner he has to admit it ain't happening. So he can at least spare a few minutes to out some aggravation. This fit is tame by his standards, really: kicking a wall, shouting at his own hand, trying again to light it, kicking a can against the wall, repeat ad nauseum fuck fuck fuck.]


four

[So he kind of got used to his new surroundings, just that little bit more. Enough that he can walk around without feeling like he wants to thrash someone, generally speaking. But generally isn't always, and Bakugou's probably sliding back into that zone of being ticked off as a safe translation for confusion and dread.For good this time. 'Cause just when it seemed like things might be getting better or making some lick of sense, he woke up one morning, rolled over, and found his stomach and sides half-littered with scales.

With that little development he also found the cold was suddenly unbearably worse. So at present he's trudging through the streets in the middle of the brisk morning, arms wrapped around himself and glaring at anyone who dares look in his direction longer than a second. He already feels like a weakling, knees knocking and teeth chattering and where're those ass-kissers now with like, a scarf, or ten blankets or some shit? He shudders, hissing out through his teeth. He's not one to make a show of any weakness but fuck, this isn't a show, his body apparently decided it was done cooperating with him entirely when it decided to grow scales. If that's the case, he's gotta do something-- he decides on some passerby and marches over to them, shuddering with each heavy step. His pants are sloping down on his hips and, scales or no, he has not lost the not-so-charming affect of a high school delinquent: glowering, slouching, rude tonality and all.]


Hey. Oi, yeah, you. [To most people it probably isn't even cold. Bakugou must look like an idiot shuddering in a T-shirt, but a smattering of scales is visible around his collarbone due to the low-cut collar. He rubs over them with his hands before returning to that dumb-looking self-hugging shit attempt at retaining heat. He's careful to speak with his teeth chattering, not wanting to stammer, but sounding and looking mildly threatening all the same. At least, as much as one can seem when quaking like a wet puppy.]

You a native, hah? Any idea where I can at least get some goddamn layers on before my piss freezes over?

[Or, y'know, any kind of shelter... any kind of warmth actually... but the more self-sufficient he can sound the better. It's too much to let his dignity seep out with the heat.]
Edited 2017-01-18 07:34 (UTC)
cirquedelalune: (unforeseen circumstances)

[personal profile] cirquedelalune 2017-01-18 08:56 am (UTC)(link)
Then the ones following them should be prepared for a shock. [Asaka makes the remark a little imperiously, dropping her hand from the machine and glancing over to the little robots as if making sure they're not somehow being overheard. These gods don't seem to give much of a reason to follow past their promises, unless these people have just taken up with this one because he isn't the Fog God.

The word "mechanicals" makes Asaka frown a little in her own confusion, but it's obvious enough that she's referring to the robots that it doesn't bear remarking on. The pinball machine, however, is a stranger thing to not know, and Asaka takes a step up to it with the air of someone who's at least familiar with the cabinet, if not experienced.]


It's a pinball machine. They're not as popular as they used to be, but given the rest of the technology here, I'm surprised they even have this. If he's trying for a spectacle, though, the robots would be much more impressive to focus on.
cirquedelalune: (are you really)

[personal profile] cirquedelalune 2017-01-18 08:56 am (UTC)(link)
"Freestyle" is done by people who have the talent to pull that off. [Asaka's remark is no more than a little chiding, in the air of someone explaining a detail that should be obvious. It's always a little strange speaking to people who seem to have no sense of how a performance is managed about the topic.]

If it was someone from among them, I don't see why they wouldn't. Surely the chance to improve their offering wouldn't be turned down by a group like that.
cirquedelalune: (scared to lose?)

the 0.5th circle of hell

[personal profile] cirquedelalune 2017-01-18 08:56 am (UTC)(link)
You could just turn them down...unless your plan really was to gather kindling, because you've done an admirable job at that.

[Sorry Nico, this blue-haired woman has been watching that particular disaster from a short distance, and is making that remark with an amused tilt to the side of her mouth. There's a few pamphlets in one of her hands as well, but it looks like she started turning them down after getting a few of the more ridiculous ones, if the title "How to prevent fur-bearing trout hair loss" is any indicator. After a long look over his crammed pockets, Asaka offers her own papers out with that same amusement.]

If you can do something useful with them, that's more than I've gotten from them so far.
andeatit: (pic#10431348)

[personal profile] andeatit 2017-01-18 02:34 pm (UTC)(link)
For the sake of whatever truce we'd managed, I'll offer my coat.

[Even if the weather doesn't encourage being without the additional layer, Light is at least dry, something he has over Clarence. One of the things.

Before he'd left, Clarence had been witness to memories Light needed to keep secret. If it meant befriending the enemy or forging an uneasy agreement, Light is willing to pay the price.]


It does look like you've had a rough experience. [Slowly, Light moves closer as he shrugs off the offered jacket.] Do you remember anything since your disappearance?
andeatit: (pic#10431348)

[personal profile] andeatit 2017-01-18 02:42 pm (UTC)(link)
I wish I could say it's probably better than the image in your head, but lying may not be the best way to start a relationship.

[When Light had changed from man to monster, he was all too aware of the wings. Occasionally, he could use a hat to hide the changes on his head and gloves regularly hid the carapace, but the wings would always stand out.

The feeling had faded with time. Rhys would someday be the same after all.]


A month, actually. A lot of different variables seem to be in place, but that part is always the same. It gives you a little bit of time to find a place to live and hopefully some place to safely change.
deathkid: (Default)

sand and water, our boys' elements together

[personal profile] deathkid 2017-01-18 02:45 pm (UTC)(link)
[ there are a few things wrong with this situation that automatically make nico tense up. 1) percy jackson is hugging him. 2) percy jackson is hugging him, 3) nico still can't seem to shadow travel or call on the earth as he normally could, and 4) percy jackson is hugging him. oh, and apparently has wings now. it's probably no wonder that nico's innate battle instincts threaten to kick in as part of him wants to knee this strange apparition in the groin. he refrains only because, well, he's too shocked by the warm mass currently enveloping him.

apparently a lot has happened since nico last saw percy, which in retrospect doesn't seem that long ago. it may be winter back home but, as nico dimly notices, it doesn't seem to be here. what's more, he's pretty sure he can feel the pressure of a camp bead necklace digging into his collar bone as percy hugs him. so... that seems pretty legit. still, nico is a suspicious person by nature and once his senses seem to stop reeling, he pushes at the form wrapped around him and gives percy a speculative glare. ]


What kind of food did you give me when we first talked about you bathing in the Styx?

[ a question to which only percy would know the answer. he needs to make sure before he makes more sense of this extremely bizarre situation. ]
idunnosurfing: (how I'm just dying to be him?)

stahp you're giving me feelings

[personal profile] idunnosurfing 2017-01-18 03:15 pm (UTC)(link)
[All things considered, Percy figures he can be forgiven for feeling like Nico is tearing off one of his limbs when he pulls away--but he knows it's irrational, and for all he's aware it could have been hours since the kid remembers seeing him last, so he forces himself not to cling like he wants to. He can't help but laugh at the sight of that fierce glare, though--it's so good to see it again it's painful.

Percy wipes the moisture from his face. He's shaking, but he tries to keep his voice steady as he racks his brain for the answer to Nico's admittedly smart question.]


Sorry, I didn't--I'm a little emotional. [He exhales, then inhales. Focus.] It was my birthday. You showed up on the fire escape and looked at the cake like you hadn't eaten in a month, so I gave you a piece. It turned your tongue blue.
Edited 2017-01-18 15:44 (UTC)
andeatit: (pic#10431317)

[personal profile] andeatit 2017-01-18 05:58 pm (UTC)(link)
[That's why doctors hate her!

Shifting his position, Light moves around the animal so that they're flanking the lost dog. When he bends down, it's to look for a collar]


Do you have food on you? If he's following you around that reason, he's probably hungry. He might have an owner, but it's impossible to say if he's lost or abandoned without searching a bit more.

[personal profile] eyecontract 2017-01-18 06:03 pm (UTC)(link)
[His intention is merely survival at least, not deception done with the purpose to hurt. He knows he's young, that he's small, that he would make the perfect victim for the wrong kind of people. The gun he sometimes carries is missing, and his demon seems to have lost his way somewhere. Acting like a child will either mean he'll be helped or underestimated, and Ciel will take advantage of that until he can feel a bit safer.]

The guns?

[Despite his need to play young, he'll admit to knowing that bit of information. It's a strong smell that even a normal child could recognize if their background was hard enough.]

I wonder if they're hunting. [I wonder if we're the prey.] That sounds like a really good idea. If we do run into them, do you have any weapons?

[It's unusual but not unheard of it to run into feminine fighters, and this woman at least seems to know a bit about survival.]
notmynature: (huh?)

[personal profile] notmynature 2017-01-18 06:07 pm (UTC)(link)
[Instead of complaining, Ellie seems to take everything as fact. She's never known a different world, she had nothing to miss. Her situation was what it was, and in some ways, it wasn't unique to all. Rather than lamenting what she doesn't have there, she's simply amazed at what they have here.

Good-naturedly, Ellie chuckles as she moves to the window.]


It's super rare, right? But it's called ice cream, and it's really cold. I heard if you eat too much, it'll even freeze your brain. That's probably a load a shit, but it had a name: brain freeze. They're pretty brave, sellin' something so dangerous like this.

[She still wants to try it.]
tinypebble: (1)

[personal profile] tinypebble 2017-01-18 09:43 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Personally, Haru doesn't consider himself that strong in any department. ]

I mean I wasn't that much of a person.
sleight_of_fate: Just looking (just looking)

[personal profile] sleight_of_fate 2017-01-18 09:47 pm (UTC)(link)
Well, I don't know about better or worse, maybe just more surreal? I feel safe saying that.

[He imagines the wings are a bitch to try sleeping with. But they're still amazing.

He drums absently on his leg as he processes all that.]


That seems pretty agreeable, all things considered. And there's no way to tell what you're going to be, it just happens? [He looks at the scratches on his hands, mostly healed now, as if he could tell what exactly made them.]
sleight_of_fate: serious (tellme)

[personal profile] sleight_of_fate 2017-01-18 09:54 pm (UTC)(link)
[If it helps, Rhys at least looks sane, if a bit disreputable. His long black hair is tied back in a ponytail and he's got a lot of piercings, but his gaze clear and wary, and he steps carefully as he comes into view, stopping a safe chatting distance away.]

Figuring out exactly what's going on in this place, probably?

I woke up on the beach a few days ago. People are telling me all kinds of crazy shit, and I heard this town might have some answers.

yourdearfriend: (somebody hears you)

[personal profile] yourdearfriend 2017-01-18 10:23 pm (UTC)(link)
[The coat appeases him -- or at least seems to. Clarence's attention span is woefully short, like a dog or a small child, and he's just so damn cold. He starts reaching for it before Light even takes it off, overeager as ever. When he does receive it, he quickly shrugs it on over his wings. It's a good thing that Light is also a faerie.

At Light's question, he frowns to himself. It's a smaller, more subtle frown. His eyes drift aimlessly as he tries to sort through memories that don't exist. His mind feels like a broken CD, skipping and stuttering every time he tries to play it. What was he doing? Where was he?
]

As a matter of fact, I--

[Something cold and tight circles around his heart. Panic, he recognizes. It's panic. In a swift, sudden jerk, he smacks his own cheek, as though jostling his brain around might quell the storm.

(This is why he doesn't like answering Light's questions.)
]

I can't remember! [He practically howls the words.] Why can't I remember anything?!
tripurragent: (st a r e)

[personal profile] tripurragent 2017-01-18 10:47 pm (UTC)(link)
You can probably imagine how I feel here then.
ate though. She claimed to have been hum
[no stop you'll hurt her head-]

Fennekin was my classmate though... She claimed to be human before.
tripurragent: (st a r e)

[personal profile] tripurragent 2017-01-18 10:50 pm (UTC)(link)
It's supposed to be done by people with talent. ...That doesn't mean they won't try it anyway~! [she giggles, a shameless smile on her face.]

You say that, but if we're supposed to be the ones they're 'serving' right now, it'd be sort of like offering to teach a barista how to make drinks, right?

[She's pretty sure Kangaskhan would punch someone if they offered, actually.]
staystrong: (sunset)

[personal profile] staystrong 2017-01-19 02:39 am (UTC)(link)
Don't look at me.

[Clementine makes a nod toward one of the pamphlets.]

Maybe the monsters keep them away.

[It would take one monster to fight another monster, right? She hasn't seen a proper barricade or anything like that but it could be any number of things. It's suspicious, certainly, be she can hardly turn down everything this place has to offer after all she's been through. As much as she doesn't want to be part of another crazy community, she's not stupid either.

Of course she's also completely unaware that she and the other girl are talking about different threats.]

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