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quaranmeme2017-07-20 08:17 am
riverview: july test drive meme
riverview test drive memeWelcome to Riverview's test drive meme! Feel free to dip your toes in on the test drive meme to try out your character in the setting, play out a mission, and get samples for your application at the same time!
● There are currently 5 Character Slots available.
● Applications open on August 1st and will remain open until such time as there are 30 or more character slots available at one time. Applications will be processed on a first-come-first-served basis. Any applications in excess of available spots will be placed in a queue and processed as drops or activity sweeps happen.
● Providing all parties are amenable, threads on the test drive meme can count as game canon, as the plot in the prompts presented is game canon, and may continue while applicants are waiting on the queue (including spanning multiple TDMs).
● TDM threads do not count for Activity Check, but they do count for Activity Bonus Points, so long as all characters involved are accepted into the game.
● Threading on the TDM is intended for prospective new characters, so top-levels should only be posted by players of these characters. Since the events in the TDM are considered game canon, characters currently in the game are free to use the TDM prompts for logs and posts on the regular communities.
Feel free to use the prompts below or create your own scenario. The setting is built to be flexible, so feel free to make things up as you go.
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So you thought that the impending summer and the great weather meant the end of the stormy spring season? Not so much. Just like the storm back in February, though, this one isn't exactly natural.
Early in the morning on July 20th, the portal switches to a different reality, and almost immediately, an ominous greenish mist starts to seep through. Though the Perimeter Guard tries to contain the spread, it's next to impossible to stop an intangible foggy mist, and as it rises, it contaminates the clouds. By the early afternoon, a storm is brewing. As the rain falls, it's the same musty, unnatural green as the mist, and it quickly becomes obvious that the rain burns any living creature like acid. Thankfully, it's very mild acid - a few minutes of exposure will only result in non-living biological matter disintegrating, like hair, fingernails, and the outer layer of horns. But stay out in it much longer than that, and any exposed skin will start to itch and peel and then burn and sting like a bad sunburn. Feel safe with your umbrella or raincoat? Good luck, because stay out in the rain for more than 15 minutes and it will start to erode even synthetic fabric and plastic, though it seems completely ineffective against metal, stone, glass, and plant matter like leaves and wood.
Unless you're really creative, the only safe places are indoors, under the eaves of buildings, inside vehicles with solid tops, and anywhere else with a solid roof - hope you're sharing the closest hidey-hole with someone you really like!
Unfortunately, while most of the electricity in the city runs through metal wires, a few key components of the power grid involve synthetics like plastic and other materials. About 25 minutes into the storm, right when these materials start to be eroded away by the acid rain, rolling power outages start to occur at random in the city. While the whole city isn't affected and the fences remain at full power, many places will suffer a complete drop in power. As the storm intensifies, the temperature starts dropping until it goes from a nice warm summer day to something distinctly chillier.
Here's hoping your characters can keep themselves warm and entertained until all the digital comforts of the modern world return - time to break out the candles, board games and cards, or swap some stories. And maybe swap some body heat.
Bonus: there is a ton of free ice cream being handed out before it melts? Not helpful?
Thankfully, with all the genius minds in the city, someone was quick to come up with a solution after a couple hours of examining an acid rain sample. It's pretty rushed, but as the storm clouds coalesce into a sickly green-and-charcoal swirl in the sky, an experimental machine is put together that will blast a compound into the sky that will nullify the acid storm. It only takes a short time to put several more units together, and then the Perimeter Guard is recruiting heavily through every channel available for teams to take the devices out into the woods so they can be aimed properly to shoot their payload into the clouds.
Teams can consist of anywhere from two to six people, one of which should be a driver, and the rest of which will be needed to help clear any fallen trees. These teams will be fitted with coveralls and helmets that will (hopefully) protect them from the rain while they're outside of the vehicle.
Two canisters full of the compound straight into the eye of the storm clouds are expected to clear up the ever-building thunderhead clouds and stop the rain, but more definitely won't hurt.
Isn't going out into the woods dangerous? Oh. Right. It definitely is. Each team of explorers trekking out into the forest is going to need some protection. A call is also going out to the general population requesting that anyone who is a strong, experienced fighter please accompany the teams out into the forest to protect them from monsters that are willing to risk the rain in search of a lightly acid-tenderized exploration team shaped meal.
The protection teams should expect most of the danger to come in the form of giant, ravenous monsters that look like either massive elk or boars, and seem completely immune to the rain - probably because their backs are protected by thick layers of grass, moss, tiny saplings, and thick slabs of bark. With their backs all coated in moss and grass, they're also well-camouflaged in the murky green fog and rain, so they seem to appear out of nowhere, bellowing and trying to either spear the teams with their horns and tusks, or eat them whole.
Armed with super stylish full-body suits that should (theoretically) protect them from the ravages of the acid rain, these fighters are exactly the muscle the exploration teams need.
Whether your character is posting up a silly word game to distract people from the dangerous mission going on, trying to get hold of a friend, or putting out feelers for people to go out into the fray with, the network is going strong.
Alternately, an offer for a free app is popping up on new arrivals' devices - Friendr is a friend-finder and/or dating app. If characters choose to install it, they will fill out a short bio and parameters for what they're looking for, upload a snap of themselves, and then proceed to browse for matches. This is a typical swipe-left-or-right type app.
Friendr base code is by photosynthesis.
The code in the textbox is for the default color scheme, but the Friendr app has a wide variety of themes, so feel free to customize with colors and patterns as you see fit, but do not remove the credit line out of respect for the creator of the code.
Whether or not this month's mission solution is actually threaded out on the Test Drive Meme, the acid rain will let up in the late evening of the 20th. Blackouts will continue for a few days afterward, and there will need to be considerable time spent cleaning up the city in preparation for this month's celebration. Feel free to thread out any of that, or use the wildcard prompt to choose your own adventure and do whatever else you like in the setting!
matt murdock | marvel tv
If anything at all, it all shifts to more greatly benefit his situation. With the newfound darkness, it'd be easier to escape, to wrap cloth around his eyes and scout the city for anyone in trouble or planning to cause it. And in his experience, power outages is all the more reasons for looters and criminals to spawn, with law enforcement too distracted with calming citizens in the state of a darkened city, to actually prevent the birth of crime through the dark.
Gripping his cane tight, he turns to make his exit out of the building, trying to keep his movements swift. But he senses a heat signature, a body coming in close.
He could easily dodge the encounter, of he can. But knowing there's still a slight shread of light seeping through windows, there's a chance they'd get a good look and catch him moving out of the way. He can't allow that, not when he has a role to play.
He doesn't stop the body from accidentally colliding with his from behind, making a disgruntled noise as if surprised by the entire sequence of events. Before managing to identify the collider, he immediately puts on a kind, apologetic tone. ] Sorry about that, I'm — I'm typically in an eternal blackout of my own.
» Seeking: Companions
» Preferences: Women
» Bio: I'm a defense attorney, previously with Nelson and Murdock. Since I can't actually see any messages, the audio option would be preferrable. I'm confident your voice is more pleasant than an automated robot reciting poetry to me.
friendr, vague canon point before the Great Breakup of S2
Here I thought you enjoyed all the robotic recitations of my text messages. Like the nagging mom that I am, Siri speaks when I cannot. [ here he imitates siri's voice. ] "Matt, where the hell are you?" "Matt, you're late." "Matt, this is your wakeup call. Don't forget to brush your teeth."
[ he's mostly being facetious because he hardly ever texts matt anymore, out of courtesy, of course. he's confident his voice is much more pleasant than siri's. but it's still funny. ]
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That last one always did leave me wondering if you were hinting at an apparent poor skill set in my brushing.
II (I had such a hard time figuring which one to tag you with. I'm tempted to do both)
So for now, he stayed in the building, waiting for the night to fall so he could decide if he wanted to try to at least make it to a bar -- if one was going to be stuck anywhere, that anywhere should have alcohol. Then the lights went out. He chuckled to himself as the sheep around him panicked. Oh, wait. Not sheep. Sheeple. Same thing, really.
He was reaching into his pocket for his cigarettes, watching bodies run and bump into each other. He saw one bloke looking a little lost, that predator part of him singling him out of the rest of the bleating bodies. Someone rammed into him from behind and Spike watched, saw the way he stumbled -- but he saw the way he'd tensed just before, too. Funny, that. Flicking open his lighter and burning the end of his smoke to ash, he took in a deep, unnecessary breath, no heartbeat there for anyone with senses capable of picking them up, no heat signal as the body of a corpse with a demon possessing it was always room temperature, or a bit below, Spike blew the smoke out towards what he was guessing was a blind man.]
He's run off, mate. Did a bit of a bump and dash. That makes you one lost little lamb, all on your own.
sorry it took me a few days, this is lovely!
But he isn't prepared for the voice that soon follows. His ears have caught the shift of movement, but not one of a living person, not when there's no beating heart to indicate that one was there at all. He tilts his head, trying to position his ear towards the source of the voice but there's nothing but a small concentrated heat — the burning of paper and tobacco into what he imagines should be a body.
He tenses as the smoke is blown at him, nose scrunching on impulse at the sensitivity of it. ]
Can't blame them. People get panicked when they lose the sense of what's going on around them. It's no surprise.
♥ Worth the wait
[Spike may be on some days, but while he was here, he was trying to play nice. He'd had his chip removed, had donors he could go to who tipped a neck or the crook of an arm at him, had a place of his own and even a job to rely on for cash instead of having to pickpocket and steal his way through life. But he was still a soulless demon, and old habits died hard, particularly after a century of them. So while he might not be picking at anyone to nibble on in the dark, he wasn't above trying to prompt a little fear from others. Fear smelled sweet and tempting to him. Made the blood a little warmer.]
'Course, if most of 'em just sat on their asses and took a minute to figure it out, they might not panic so much. Seen more people brain themselves on low-hanging bits sticking out of the wall while they run in the dark than sit down quietly and try to sort themselves out.
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And yet there's no cheating here, having to rely on voice and movement instead to try and read the man standing before him. ]
Well, this isn't exactly a normal storm. The danger of the unknown can leave even the strongest men vulnerable. Some people need guidance during times like these.
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Matt would also hear the scoffing laugh, and if he had keen enough senses, the roll of his eyes to accompany such a laugh.]
Please. If anyone here hasn't cottoned on to it being a bit on the wacky side by now, that's their own fault. They've been pulled into a bleeding alternate universe by a magical portal. Normal ceases to be the basis for anything anymore. In fact, I'd argue that normal is the new weird.
II
Shh, [Natsume hisses. But it's not at Matt, because then he's murmuring:] Not right now. Go wait somewhere, please. I'll get them for you, but you have to wait, okay?
[So, if not Matt, then whom? There aren't any other footsteps, and no other body heat or heartbeat for Matt to identify. Natsume's definitely speaking to someone, but at the same time, he's trying to keep it under his breath. One may get the impression that he knows he'll sound crazy if anyone hears him...
Whoever it is he's muttering at, halfway between longsuffering and exasperated, seems to distract him enough to send him crashing into Matt. The bump isn't too violent, but the startle of it sends Natsume skittering backwards, and that's what lands him on his behind. At first he just sighs, resigned. From the sounds of it, this stuff happens to him all the time. But then Matt speaks, and Natsume cuts himself off mid-sigh.
...]
Ah. I am so sorry. Um, I'm so sorry. [He's ambling back upright as quick as he can, and his voice is earnestly apologetic, but it's very embarrassed, too.] Are you okay?
[He has all the shades of a child trying to mollify an adult—his voice pins him as mid-to-late teens, so it's a little fitting, maybe.]
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The words are odd, certainly, and it becomes less like a mutter to oneself and more like instructions towards someone. And yet there's little time to try distinguishing the difference. The boy, and it's definitely a boy with the smaller frame and more spry movements, is rushing in his direction, his attention possibly elsewhere.
Matt thinks for a moment he could dodge, but light beams from the windows and he decides against it, feigning surprise when the crash occurs.
His arm reaches out, waving in the general direction of the boy's voice, appearing as though he can't quite tell his exact location. ] I'm alright. A few bumps tend to come more like a bad habit. Are you alright? It sounded like you might have fallen.
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[One pause, like an atmospheric cringe, and he wonders what to do about this man's reaching arm. It's dark, but it's not pitch black, is it, and...]
I'm right here, [he says quietly—the sort of quietness that comes with uncertainty, self-doubt. He lets out his own hand, and touches his fingertips—just this barest touch—to the back of the man's outstretched hand. Natsume doesn't know at all if that was the right thing to do, but it's done now.] Right—here. I have, uh... Did you need to go somewhere? You probably shouldn't be alone, because, well, I mean, I don't think anybody should be, at a time like this.
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[ He's witnessed it in enough situations to understand that, in others and even in himself. While his senses do allow him to analyze the factors of a situation more instinctively than most people are able, he knows vulnerabilities all the same.
Upon the delicate touch of fingers, sensing them through the movements in the air even before the immediate contact, Matt grips them gently with his own, only pressing a bit more tightly to help the boy straighten himself out and find his balance. ] I'm not really alone. I've got — [ He holds up the cane in his free hand, lips pressing tightly in an awkward smile. ] My handy assistant. Gets me where I need to go. But, well — but you're right. No one should be alone with the way things are right now. [ He could be. He'd prefer to be, really. ] You're by yourself?
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Regardless, none of that seems to matter to Natsume, and he moves on from it carelessly. He's not flustered by evidence of this man's blindness, but he is concerned, primarily because he is usually concerned about everyone, in any situation that gives cause for it. When he's quiet, it's because he's wishing he knew the right thing to do. He's too self-conscious, afraid of being intrusive, to truly be a busybody, but...] There aren't really a lot of good places to go. Right now. All things considered... [His trailing off matches Matt's smile in awkwardness. Uh,] If you needed something, from somewhere, I was going out anyway— [...Hypocrite?!] —so I could pick something up. Probably.
v | shows up 15 mins late with starbucks
[ and she doesn't even leave a message either. what a jerkface. ]
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And because he can't help himself: ]
I assume you're not a fan of attorneys, are you, Ms. Jones?
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