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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!
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( There's a slight smirk on her face now, and she secures her lightsaber back to her belt.
Then her expression turns serious, and she stands straighter for all her diminutive height. )
Lieutenant Jaina Solo, New Republic Military. You?
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She looks like Leia, he thinks. He thinks, so, other realities, huh?
He thinks, Force, don't let her be like Kylo Ren.
He has a whole sequence of slow-motion thoughts that wind around and come back to her title and her question.
Poe exhales quietly, like he's in a cockpit about to take aim. His shock is clear as anything in his voice. ]
Commander Poe Dameron of the-- formerly of the New Republic Navy.
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( Okay, so--something is majorly off here, and her incredulity is neither feigned nor masked. She doesn't need to say that she'd have reported to him at least once given their respective ranks had be really been from home.
Or: home as she knows it. She thinks of all the sacrifices her family's made; can see Anakin's body, cleaned and dressed, hair combed neatly when it never had been. Can feel the persistent absence of Jacen in her heart where he belongs.
She sets her mouth in a firm line and reaches out, trying to detect if there's a ruse going on here. And there doesn't seem to be. )
Tell me everything. Last I checked, we were swarmed by the Vong but there was nothing formerly about us.
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[ He's never even heard of that government, species, whatever they might be. He's still in that slantwise place, waiting for the world shift back to its proper orientation. ]
We're at war with the First Order. We--
[ Poe stops, gathers himself. One hand goes to the holster for the gun he still doesn't like, the kind of reflexive weapon-check of someone used to needing to fight. It's brief, non-threatening, telling just the same. ]
This isn't the place. Lieutenant-- [ He looks around them, trying to decide where they can reasonably have this discussion. ] Come on. Let's--there's lounges in the communal housing building. I'd rather do this there. It sounds like we have a lot to tell each other.
[ Yeah, now that he's starting to recover he's also starting to find his own resolve. ]
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They sure picked a stupid name.
( Jaina doesn't move while he checks his gun, aware that >i>he's probably aware how ineffective one of those would be against a Jedi anyway. She takes one last look at her junk pile, brown eyes narrowing at the porgs. Little seems more important than building something to get back out there and killing as many Vong as she can find.
But she's curious now, and she nods sharply, crossing the space between them quickly. )
Yeah, sounds like.
( And she'll follow a pace behind, in deference to his rank if nothing else. )
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He keeps looking at her as they walk, seeing the Leia's fire, Leia's browline, Leia's chin. This girl is at least ten years younger than Kylo Ren.
Poe has to ask before his head starts spinning again ] Two questions, and I know they sound really stupid. They aren't, I promise. What year is it, when you're from, and who are your parents?
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Luckily for them both, Kyp's not here. She returns each glance head-on, and is about to crack a quip about it when he pipes up first. )
I've been asked this all day, but I'll bite. It's twenty-seven years after the battle of Yavin. My parents are the most famous people in the galaxy, Han and Leia Solo.
( Are; because in her neck of the multiverse, Han is very much still alive. And very much still married to her mother. )
My twin brother and I were born nine years after the battle of Yavin. Anakin came along a year later.
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[ A pause. ] As far as I know, Han Solo and Leia Organa only ever had one kid.
[ Han and Leia Solo. Poe can't help it, he's incredulous as he says: ] She really doesn't go by Organa? Married or not, that never changed.
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( Care to guess which? She's honestly too flabbergasted to try right about now.
He might not see it, but her features soften for the briefest instant at the mention of her parents. )
She kept it, but also took my dad's name. Leia Organa Solo, if you're being formal. I just know her as 'mom.'
( Now that she's not Chief of State anymore, at least. )
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[ Poe drags a hand through his hair. ] Kinda can't believe I'm saying that, but this place... changes the way you think about some things.
[ If she serves the New Republic, if she loves it like he did-- he's not sure how he's going to explain the rest of what he knows. ]
I know her as General Organa of the Resistance.
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( That may be the only time she mentions that doomed mission here, and she doesn't elaborate as to why.
But, she did say it to allude that she Gets It. The gist of it. )
General, huh? ( A faint smirk, but it makes her look a bit like her father. ) I could see that. She was Chief of State of the New Republic for a dozen years.
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[ He can't help asking. For all that he didn't plan on doing a lot of talking before they reached the communal building, it seems like curiosity and reciprocation are going to prompt at least some. At least it's only about a block to go at this point.
There's no disguising the way Poe goes kinda dreamy-eyed at the prospect of Leia Organa, Chief of State.
Yeah Jaina he has a giant-ass platonic crush on your mom. ] She would have been a great one.
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Kriffing Vong had creatures that could hunt and kill Jedi. They were too much of a threat, so my youngest brother led a mission to kill the voxyn queen.
Only nine of us flew away from there alive.
( She doesn't let herself feel anything, because she won't be able to do her job if she's overwhelmed. )
Yeah, she was. It kept her away a lot when we were growing up, but looking back? She really was the best.
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Or there were. He's quiet for a little while, then: ]
I'm sorry, Lieutenant. [ He means it. There's no pity, no sense that it's a required platitude. He's sorry. He doesn't know what that mission was like, but loss--loss, he understands. ]
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Her mind is clouded by the memory of the bright light her brother had emitted before he'd just winked out in the Force, like a star gone supernova. )
We all are, Commander. There were a lot of families to notify.
( The lack of pity is something she appreciates, without question. What she adds is stated as a mere matter of fact. ) Mine included. My brothers didn't make it.
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His heart hurts for a Leia Organa he'll never meet--or maybe he will, with the way this place is going.
That's too strange, too much to think about.
He points up to the communal building, looming over them both. ] Here we go.
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Taking a breath, she gives a curt nod and follows him inside. )
All right.
( She's definitely seen worse. See: sentient rock-eating ships. All the way up, she's silent, features unreadable. Only when they alight on his floor does she cast a curious look around. )
You been here long?
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[ That gives him pause. Two months. Two endless, endless months of waiting, interrupted only by the routine of duty with the Perimeter Guard and near-death at the hands of a monster.
A monster who, in some other universe, in some other sequence of events could have been someone worth knowing, apparently.
Poe checks the common room before giving his head a little jerk to indicate that she should follow him in. ] We can fall back to my quarters if we have to. I'm going to take a wild guess and say you just got here.
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When there's more privacy afforded, she turns back to him, brows drawn together. )
So if you're still here after all that time, I'm assuming there's no tech to readily get us off this moon.
And yeah, I did. Doesn't sound like either of us can afford to be stuck here.
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[ The hotshot flyboy is not dumb. He knows that the best military tech starts with private companies. ]
Even if we did get off the moon, this isn't our galaxy. This might not even be our universe. Most people here have never even heard of a droid, forget lightspeed technology, and the people on this moon? Almost all of us are from very, very different base galaxies.
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( She's absolutely thinking of the private companies, much moreso than the guard. Jaina purses her lips, squaring her shoulders in determination. )
So rigging that thing we came through might be our only ticket out, then. A wormhole? Singularity?
( This is—a lot. To process. )
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[ Poe paces a little, a quick square of the room. ] I hate doing nothing, and there's been nothing I know how to do to get me and my people home.
[ He stops behind one of the chairs, bracing his hands against its back. ]
What're the Vong?
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( And from the way she's looking about solid walls now, it's clear that she's not used to being planetside much. Not since she'd been nine, maybe ten? It's kind of surreal to have no choice but plant her feet on firm ground, be surrounded by walls that aren't made of durasteel.
She paces around uneasily, and finally comes to a halt not far from him, expression darkening. )
Scarheads. They came from outside the galaxy, and they're nothing like we'd ever seen before. We weren't ready. I've never been able to feel them in the Force. Maybe they live outside it or were cut off from it—I don't know. What I do know is that my brothers were only two among trillions who've died.
They didn't just come to invade. They came to wipe out all other sentient life.
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[ When she goes on, his smile vanishes. He's thunderstruck, sick to his stomach. Extragalactic enemies on that kind of scale--he wasn't expecting that. He'd never even considered it. Sure, there's always been that curiosity, that mild interest in what might exist past the bounds of their own galaxy, but things were big enough and busy enough that it was never more than something to daydream about. He loves the worlds he knows.
Two among trillions.
A whisper: ]
Kriffing hells.
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( There had been her entire sojourn on Hapes, but she hadn't ever really intended to stay. In another lifetime, maybe she just might have. She's grown pale, talking about the Vong; though her eyes burn, too. They've taken so much from her, from the entire galaxy.
Sharply, she nods her head. )
It's them or us, and I don't intend it to be us.
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