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quaranmeme2017-09-21 08:26 pm
riverview: september 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 40 Character Slots available.
● Applications are open 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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With the fall months starting to set in, the leaves changing color, and the pumpkin spice lattés freshly unleashed into the Quarantine, many minds in the city (or at least the ones who've been around for over a year) are turning to the fall mushroom harvest.
Every year, several of the Quarantine's fanciest boutique restaurants are competing to make the most original new recipes with classic favorite mushroom varieties harvested fresh from the jungle. These glowing little shrooms are a rare once-a-year delicacy that half the Quarantine is totally bonkers for, and a restaurant can turn a really serious profit from capitalizing on those cravings. Of course, that means that they need to source the mushrooms from the jungle, which is much easier said than done, considering the fact that the monsters out there like the delicate fungal flavor just as much as the people in the city. So, restauranteurs around the Quarantine are putting up signs and advertisements everywhere from billboards to just after the credits of your favorite trashy reality TV show.
The monetary rewards for returning with a fruitful fungal harvest are extremely high, so if you're looking to feather your nest egg a bit and are willing to do a bit of exploring and brave some beasties, head out into the jungle in search of bounty.
The restaurant business isn't the only business that's interested in providing a chunk of change for some mushrooms from the jungle - there's also a less reputable trade in the type of mushrooms that don't end up in risotto. While the advertising is more covert, it's not much less obvious, particularly since the glowing mushrooms aren't exactly contraband and occupy a grey area, legally. In fact, if you're curious, you can pick them up at most of the outdoor markets around the city.
And what is it the mushrooms do? Well, in a way that's quite common when mushrooms are involved, things get a little trippy. Depending on the type of mushroom a character tries, there could be a wide variety of effects, most of which center around size changes and hallucinations or weird dreams. Whether it's all in a character's head, or they're actually changing size depends on the type of mushroom they ingest. Welcome to Wonderland!
NOTE: The mushrooms can have physical effects to change a character's size from however tiny you would like to go, up to a maximum of 15 feet tall, or they can have whatever sort of hallucinogenic or dream effects you choose, including dream sharing between characters who eat the mushrooms together. Be sure to warn in the subject line if you use this prompt in a way that resembles drug use. All effects wear off in a maximum of 24 hours.
Every year on the last full weekend of September (the 22nd until the 24th this year) there is a special event called Tavernfest. A mash-up of Oktoberfest and a renaissance faire, Tavernfest is a tradition celebrating and promoting various local breweries in the Quarantine, along with food that pairs well with their beers, in a setting that hearkens back to historical periods. Costumes are encouraged, and everything about the fair is rustic and simple, from the cooking methods to how the brews are served to the various fair games and attractions.
Considering the nature of the Quarantine, though, 'historical' can mean a lot of different things, so expect to see people dressed in a wide variety of historical costumes from their own worlds and planets. The sharing of culture is encouraged at Tavernfest just as much as it is everywhere else in the Quarantine, so attendees are highly encouraged to wear the historical garb of their own worlds and talk about what it means to them!
NOTE: Riverview's legal drinking age is 14+.
This one's pretty simple - this is the month where autumn is really starting to kick in, and autumn on this moon means lots of rain showers. In fact, the rain can be so prevalent that there's a long-standing trend of people in the Quarantine using umbrellas like fashion accessories. They can get quite fancy, matching them to their outfits or carrying umbrellas that are adorned with decorations ranging from cute to high-fashion to bedazzled.
The one difference between umbrellas and regular fashion accessories? Umbrellas are meant to be shared! Riverview Quarantine has a culture of sharing, and that's never more apparent than in the chilly autumn and winter months when the rain is falling and everything's damp and miserable. So whether your character is out and about sporting a fancy umbrella with room for one more, or if they forgot theirs and are looking for a generous stranger willing to spare some shelter, hopefully the culture of caring will prevail!
Whether your character is posting up a silly word game, 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.
Use the wildcard prompt to choose your own adventure and do whatever else you like in the setting!
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Normally, Felix would immediately move to Locus' side. Back him up. Face the threat as one. Probably take over the conversation, too. But normally, Felix isn't six fucking inches tall. Like this, he's a liability — and he knows it.
So, he keeps moving. Gets into the undergrowth he spotted earlier. Moves carefully, to minimize the disturbance he causes to the surrounding plants.
... But he just can't resist calling out, "Like I said: learn when to back off."
Which doesn't give away his exact position, but. Yeah. He's in the underbrush.
Fuck it. He's still hidden. And he's still moving.
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The barrel of the gun moves away, but he doesn't come into view yet, backing off of her as silently as he can move. Turns out, that's very, very quietly. His distance can only be judged by his voice.
"I recognize your armor. You were part of Project Freelancer." They've done extensive research, Locus especially, and while agents without A.I. didn't particularly interest him, Agent South Dakota was referenced often by her brother's files.
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But just as she resigns herself to attempting slamming her helmet back at where she hopes the man's head is, grab her pistol, shoot at anything that shimmers while getting distance- he backs off. As silently and quickly as he was on her. Her throat is thick and her hands have a faint twitch, forcing herself to breathe slow, not give off the fight sense that's still ripping through her.
There's no time spent listening to him or even looking for him immediately, she's ripping her helmet back on her head and letting her carefully neutral face twist in a sneer, rage filling her, biting her tongue to keep from making it worse. She can't see him- she can't fucking see him but she can hear the Meta, and she's feeling herself in a sandy environment instead of the forest they're in, she's feeling the sting in her ankle, she's seeing Wash and Delta.
She blinks several times, forcing the ghosts away so she can focus on the situation.
"One of the last survivors." She confirms, bites back the sickness it makes her feel in her gut, pushes down the walking nightmares following her.
Fucking focus.
While her fingers twitch with want to grip her pistol, hold a weapon in her hand, something solid to comfort her; she moves to pick up her sandwich, wrapping it back up and stuffing it back in her bag, like she's not on the edge of her fucking nerves and like her head isn't loaded with more bullshit than she can even totally comprehend at the moment.
"Where'd you get the tech?" She asks, doubtful she'll get an answer but wanting to acknowledge that, yeah, she's fairly sure that's Freelancer tech.
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"South Dakota," he recalls, speaking once again to Locus alone. That he keeps it between them is an admittance of the threat he knows she poses — and the fact that he felt threatened, period. It also says something that he's taking the time to dig that name from his memory. The Freelancers never interested Felix much. "The one who didn't get an A.I."
He doesn't state the obvious (and potentially most concerning) part of this whole scenario. That being the fact that Agent South Dakota is dead.
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Locus is succinct and his voice leaves no room for argument. It's like pissing Carolina off, but then sapping all the heat out of her.
Felix's information isn't important. It's all things he knows already; all it does is confirm that Felix paid attention somewhere back in the day. Shocking.
"What happened to you," he demands in private, hissing into his radio with a level of exasperated venom reserved only for his partner.
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She tries to at least look busy with gathering things, helmet facing down like she's not scanning every fucking edge of her visor for any sign of him. She swears she could sense North next to her, waiting for any sign of the Meta, hearing that labored, growling breathing just past their cover.
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"You mean before or after a fucking ghost walked up and started prodding me with a goddamn pistol?" he snaps, still speaking to his partner alone. He knows what Locus is asking about; he just wants to make it very clear that it's nowhere near as important as the threat posed by the formerly-dead Freelancer. But, knowing damn well that he'll get nothing but ringing silence until he explains himself, Felix grudgingly admits, "I tried a mushroom, all right? It'll wear off."
It had better wear off soon.
"More importantly," he immediately adds, "has she always been missing her right eye?"
He thinks that the answer is no. Not because he remembers that much about South, but because Locus hasn't taken advantage of the handicap yet. He hasn't positioned himself on her blind side. He hasn't recognized that that's where Felix has moved to; if he had, Felix figures that Locus would have found him by now.
In his current state, that piece of information is the only combat assistance that Felix can provide. He's not concerned. Locus will make good use of it.