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quaranmeme2017-12-18 08:58 pm
riverview: december 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 13 Character Slots available.
● Reserves are Open. Applications will be open from January 1st until January 7th.
● 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.
● 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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Going into the last week of December, the city experiences an abrupt and unexpected dump of snow - several feet of it, in fact. Usually, it wouldn't be a big deal, since most people and most exploration teams could just hole up and ride out the storm and snowdrifts. And that's what most of the city is doing.
Unfortunately, this is the week that some of the Perimeter Guard Cadets have decided to go on their Winter Expedition - a sort of camping trip slash exploration expedition into the Abandoned City just outside the walls of the Inner City. While the goal wasn't to get too far away from the walls, with the snow starting up in force, the groups of Cadets have gotten turned around in the inclement weather and are stuck outside the walls, unable to return to the safety of the Inner City.
A general call has gone out to anyone willing to brave the snow and storm to rescue groups of Cadets between the ages of 12 and 17 who are trapped outside the walls in their camps.
During the last half of December, residents might start noticing the appearance of cute, trilling little birds with soulful eyes (very mild spoilers for the most recent Star Wars movie in the link) throughout the Quarantine. Perched on tree branches or the corners of awnings and eaves, they will keep multiplying in number until December 20th, when a positive swarm of them will come through the portal.
Welcome to the Quarantine, Porgs!
These little lovable birds (spoiler-free image) will be settling in to roost just about anywhere you can think of. Outside your window, inside your kitchen on top of your fridge, under your bed, or anywhere else. Whether residents consider them a nuisance or a potential new pet, they're bound to cause a stir. The Porgs will be out and about in the city until the end of December, when most of them will find their way back through the portal to whichever world they came from, though a little colony of them will remain in the City from now on. Porgs will be added along with domestic foxes and Pokémon as creatures that can be found or caught in the city as pets without the use of AP!
Some residents may remember that back in September, a love-drunk and confusion-spell-addled newlywed mage from Gramarye Magic Research let loose some pretty little fairy lights that trapped people in the city in little invisible bubbles until they kissed (and any kind of kiss would do). Well, the same slightly-less-newlywed but no less romantically-inclined mage happens to really, really enjoy the winter season, and thinks it's totally romantic. That particular sentiment is pretty common in the Quarantine - while Hygge is the celebration of familial love, the residents of the Quarantine all agree that that family often includes partners and lovers. Besides that, the folklore of mistletoe as being representative of love and friendship is something that the Quarantine has in common with the universes many residents inhabit.
So, as the last week and a half of December rolls around, residents around the Quarantine will see the result of the resident romantic trying to share a bit of Hygge love - small, glowing sprigs of mistletoe will be floating around the Quarantine, ready to trap people up and make them share a bit of affection. But how does it work?
Two or more characters walking under one of these glowing, floating sprigs will get stuck for one hour, trapped inside an invisible enclosure with an approximate three foot radius. The only options are to either wait out the hour, or to kiss! Characters will know they're meant to kiss, because part of the magic spell is the sudden and intense knowledge that they should kiss in order to break free. There is no compulsion to kiss, just the knowledge that that's how to get free. This time, instead of any kind of kiss working, there will be different types of kisses that will work to release the trapped residents depending on the color of mistleglow:
GREEN: FOREHEAD ● BLUE: HAND ● VIOLET: BUTTERFLY
Trapped residents will not know what kind of kiss will work for each color and may have to experiment before finding the right one.
Remember those Hygge Cabins that the City set up all along the banks of the river? Little cabins with enough space for a small kitchen, a table to eat at, and a lounge area in front of a fireplace, meant to be shared in celebration of familial love and found family during Hygge? Well, the sudden onslaught of snow that trapped the Cadets outside the city are also serving to isolate people who are in and around the cabins.
With the river nearby, the heightened humidity in the area of the beaches where the cabins are set up, the snowfall is even heavier than it is throughout the rest of the city. Anyone who's down by the water will find themselves quickly driven out of the open and into one of these cabins, whether it's inhabited or not! Whether these weather refugees are sharing a cabin by choice, after having a lovely dinner together, or unwillingly, in the form of an intruder on someone else's holiday or by being driven into the same cabin with a stranger, they're going to be snowed in for a while!
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!
wildcard we talked about :3
[He still couldn't believe that Athelstan was here. Gya, Ivar, and now his monk. If everyone else could hurry up and get here he could maybe think about staying. Maybe. There was a lot he wanted to do back home, but, perhaps, there could be a lot here to do as well.]
Athelstan. [He hummed the monk's name as he threw an arm around his shoulders.
All of a sudden he got that familiar feeling and instinctively looked up. His initial response was an annoyed groan, but then he glanced over at Athelstan and had to use every ounce of willpower to keep the wolfish smirk from his face.] We're stuck. Because of that. I was stuck earlier. It's some kind of magic. [He paused, unable to keep from smiling to himself.]
ragnar plz
Ragnar.
[ There had been a follow up pleasantry on the tip of his tongue before strange sensation settles, like an instinct that had suddenly sprung up. His gaze follows Ragnar's and he doesn't quite know what they're dealing with here. ]
Magic? What kind of magic? [ He finds himself a bit suspicious of that smile on Ragnar's lips now. And what of this fact in his mind that Ragnar is correct and that a kiss is needed to untrap them? ]
Did you do this?
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Of course. I've trapped us both with the magical talent I've always kept hidden from you. [The sarcasm was real.]
The first time I was trapped, I was told that the spell lasts an hour... [He glanced over at Athelstan, eyes raking down his body, a look that was surprisingly familiar, though Ragnar seemed hesitant to say more.] Unless we break the curse with a kiss. [He shrugged a little, already knowing Athelstan's likely response.]
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Ragnar. [ It's his turn to sound annoyed, but only briefly. The other's gaze is one that he knows far better than he should as it is one that's impossible not to see, not to feel whether you wanted to or not. And Athelstan had long been unable to figure out whether he wanted to or not as was the case with so many things since meeting Ragnar and his family. ]
Then this is surely not magic that you have kept hidden or you would have used it already. [ He smiles. ]
An hour is not so long.
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He crossed his arms, sighing.] Are you sure? One kiss and we leave. Now. Or, we can continue to wait.
[He leaned in, practically resting his chin on Athelstan's shoulder.] One. Quick. Kiss.
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[ It's not only that he's questioning Ragnar there. He knows giving him one would only lead him to wanting more. He knows the type of man that Ragnar is. He's seen enough of him with Lagertha after all. He's seen the looks sent his own way.
The question poses itself that if he finally relented on one thing if it would become a slipper slope that he would slide right into iniquity at the mercy of Ragnar's mouth. ]
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Probably just one.
It only takes one kiss to break the curse, but sometimes it is a specific kind of kiss.
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[ It's not a question this time but permission granted. Ragnar would never take more than Athelstan is willing, even when he felt like nothing more than a slave to Ragnar the other had never forced him. He would not now that they were friends either.
What is more dangerous than Ragnar's desires is Athelstan's. What he fears the most is that one taste of the forbidden fruit and he won't be able to deny anymore. ]
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A smile slowly crept across his face in spite of himself though, eyes glinting.]
One. [He agreed with a single nod, stepping closer, close enough to lightly rest his hand on Athelstan's hip, lips parting as he locked eyes with him.] Whenever you're ready, priest. [Of course, he was going to make Athelstan make the first move, luring him out of his safe zone. Ragnar knew he could kiss Athelstan, he needed Athelstan to know he could kiss him.]
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Athelstan met Ragnar's eyes, his breath stuttering. Ragnar's hand was warm and he could feel it burning through his clothes, just as the other's eyes seem to burn into his soul. Regardless of what he's always said, he thinks Ragnar has known longer than Athelstan has what he desires.
There's a nervous laugh when Ragnar slips the control into his hands. He parted his lips, the nerves that rose up making him wish for a distraction or an interruption. Ragnar was so close, it was nothing new but there is but a single thing that sets this moment apart. ]
Ragnar... [ But he didn't let himself continue to speak. Instead, he reached up to touch his cheek, tilting his head as he leaned in to press his lips to his. His lips were trembling slightly as they met Ragnar's still hesitant and still afraid of the door that he's opening after keeping it locked tight for what had felt a small eternity. ]
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He tilted his head slightly, leaning down, like a mirror image of Athelstan's slow, minute movements, and wet his lips. Resisting the overwhelming urge to lean forward and claim him felt practically impossible, especially when he felt the first, tentative brush of the monk's lips on his.
He caved, unable to keep himself from melting into the kiss, his other hand carding into Athelstan's curls without hesitation.]
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A voice in his head was there to tell him that he should pull away but Ragnar's lips, his hands were louder. A quiet sound escaped him and into the kiss, his hand brushing over Ragnar's jaw, lower then over the side of his neck. It was nothing like kissing Judith had been.
He hadn't been wrong that kissing Ragnar would be a dangerous thing because he would surely drown in this before he could stop. Athelstan's kiss grows less hesitant but then he remembers where they are and he does stop. This is no private space. ]
It didn't work. [ He murmurs, they were still trapped which now only bothered him because he couldn't simply pull Ragnar some place private and more appropriate. ]
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So, while Athelstan sank into the kiss with a flood of emotions built up for years and years, Ragnar pressed into it with excited aggression and curiosity. It didn't matter though, he felt Athelstan relax and all he wanted was more.
It was over far too quickly, something that Ragnar wasn't about to accept. He nudged Athelstan's cheek with his nose, his hand pushing through his hair to slip around to the nape of his neck, holding him close.]
So? [He mumbled the words against Athelstan's skin as he tilted his head further in an attempt to press a few kisses to his neck.
And suddenly they were no longer trapped. Ragnar almost felt disappointed.]
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He had been about to explain his desire for this to be a private affair as Ragnar's lips pressed to his neck, sending tingles along his neck and then down his spine. He brushed his fingers over the other's cheek, along his jawline and to the back of his head. ]
Take me somewhere private, Ragnar. [ And he hopes that the other wouldn't deny him that. ]
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Are you sure, priest? [He leaned back a little to look into Athelstan's eyes, even putting a hand on either side of his face so he could inspect him better.] Has the magic cursed you as well somehow?
[Now he just looked concerned for his friend. Still, he couldn't help but hopefully mention a 'private place' he knew of.] There are cabins?
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To kiss him, to have had sex with Judith... was he making a mockery of God and Christ to call himself a monk or let anyone call him priest?
He met Ragnar's eyes and his hands dropped to his shoulders, squeezing them. ]
It is no magic. A cabin would be fine. [ As long as it was empty. ]
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Come. [Ragnar said with a not of his head, gesturing towards the cabins set up for anyone to use. It was a short walk, not even a minute, and the first one they got to was unoccupied, a small fire flickering in the chimney. Ragnar went inside and went straight to the fire, taking a few of the chopped pieces of wood stacked close by to add to it.]
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[ Athelstan's teeth pressed into his own bottom lip, his ear burning out the way the other spoke into it. It isn't the first time he's felt that, Ragnar often had invaded his personal space. It felt different now.
He followed Ragnar the short distance and once they were in the cabin it was much warmer. He felt nerves starting to settle in. ]
You don't know how long I have made you wait. [ Made himself wait as well. ]
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You really mean to have sex with me? [He still couldn't believe it. Unhurriedly, he made his way over to Athelstan with calculated steps, idly toying with his lip like he was nervous as well, though he didn't look it. If anything, he looked more like a cat slowly approaching a wounded mouse, unconcerned with stealth or speed. He stopped in front of the monk and took a moment to straighten Athelstan's tunic, all his focus on it as if they weren't in the middle of a very important conversation. Athelstan knew Ragnar well enough to know that every movement, every word and every pause was deliberate. His eyes moved from his tunic to meet Athelstan's.] What about the vows you made to your god? The cele- celi- [He waved his hand, needing Athelstan to fill in the blank.]
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Celibacy.
[ There was a rueful smile. ]
I broke that vow with a woman already. [ Athelstan said softly. His transgressions with Judith were not something that made him proud but if he had done so with a woman who did not truly mean that much to him -- despite his words to her. Ragnar was who he always returned to. If he could have broken his vows for anyone it should have been him. It can be him.
In a way, Athelstan is not sure what it says of him and his vows that given the choice to remain in Wessex or return with Ragnar that he had chosen the pagans. Perhaps, that is the true break in his vows. ]
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[Not a lot surprised Ragnar. He wasn't that old and he'd far from seen or heard everything, but he was usually curious and not simply shocked. This... this shocked him.
He found himself grinning though, beaming with pride for his little monk.]
Wellll! Then congratulations are in order! Wait. You and Lagertha didn't have sex without me, did you?? [His smile falters slightly, though he can't help the hint of a smile that refused to completely dissipate.]
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I would never... [ It would feel like a betrayal and besides, he knew well enough that he would not be the sort of man that Lagertha would desire. She needed a viking warrior and he would never truly be that. ]
No. It was a woman in Wessex, she was married... [ It's his turn to give Ragnar an almost coy smile. ]
I left her and the King there for you.
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He propped himself up onto his elbows to peer over at Athelstan.] You... Had sex with the queen of Wessex? And her husband? And you left them for me?
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You misunderstand me. [ He clarified quickly. ]
I slept with the King's daughter in law. The King was a friend and a kindred mind to us both. It is a long story Ragnar. Perhaps, you don't want to know so much about the future.
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So. [He sat up, eyes raking over Athelstan out of sheer habit.] How was it? [Smirking, he waggled his eyebrows.] What did you think of sex? [Still smirking, he bit his lip, eyes going a little darker.]
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