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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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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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[ The other half is the Resistance, at this point. It's his family's legacy and what he'd do to protect it. He tries to imagine what it would be like to face an enemy on the scale of Jaina's own, to lose what she has already. He knows what it's like to be sure you'll lose more before the end.
( He thanks whatever gods exist out there that his father is out of the line of fire, and thanks them again, feeling twisted, for an enemy like the First Order in place of the Vong. It's there now, though: it's in his mind, the possibility that they're out there, the need to prepare for bogeymen at their galactic borders. )
His smile is small, brief, mirthless. ]
We have that in common, too. ...If there's anything, anything I can do to help... [ He punches the back of his chair lightly. ] We're going to find a way off this rock.
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( And she's never smuggled a single thing! (Yet.) Jaina can't maintain any lightheartedness long, and the intensity which has so frightened Zekk out of his own skin returns.
This guy understands better; pilot he might be, but he's a soldier, too. She meets his eyes, her own gone steely. )
I'm sorry. ( She means that, fervently. ) Same here. We have to get back. Time doesn't stop just because we're planetside. Or moonside.
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Thank you. [ It's just as heartfelt. Particularly because he can say definitively that she's right. ]
No, it doesn't. There's someone here from my future. I knew time staying still was too good to be true.
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You're welcome. ( If she sounds a bit stiff and cool, it's because she's not used to this anymore: commiserating. )
I didn't believe it when they sat me down after I came through. Do you know the real story behind why we're all here? I don't know if I buy that, either.