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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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"Yeah, I range pretty far, sort of. I'm a pilot. Mechanic, too." She knows there's going to be a follow-up question somewhere forthcoming as to how a pilot can track a bunch of kids lost in unfamiliar territory. Jaina unclasps her lightsaber from her belt, and tosses it—then by seemingly only an extension of an arm, calls it back to her hand again. "And a Jedi. I can feel them out there."
There's a long beat, and she brushes a strand of dark hair behind an ear. "Wish we were meeting under better circumstances. What's your rank?"
Because that's how she intends to refer to him. She gives an unladylike snort. "A hundred yards." There's no thinking involved.
"Come on, then. We'd better get moving before they attract the attention of hungry animals."
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It's clear that she doesn't know what a ranger is, but it's also clear that for their present purposes, she may not need to, and setting her right would be too much of a distraction. He watches her call back the metal cylinder with what seems like magic. Surely it can't be, and surely it must be. It brings a complicated, inward expression to his face.
"My rank? Only a member. But I commanded a similar force where I came from, my lady, before I was made king.
"Out here, hungry animals are the least of our worries."
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For what feels like a long time, she's quiet. This is the first time she's slowed down since the debacle on Myrkr, the sheer defeat of their strike team. Never again. It sharpens her focus, and she exhales deeply, willing herself to continue feeling nothing. Some days it's easier to stamp out than others.
"Is that what you want me to call you? My mother was a princess, but her world's gone. She was Chief of State of the galaxy until four years ago. But I'm just me. 'Lieutenant' or my name work fine, unless you feel like calling me 'Great One.'"
The small smirk she wears says there's a story to go with that. "I can fight; you can fight, too, I'm guessing. So long as there's no voxyn here, we'll be all right."
And she's going to stride forward now, because if the Vong were here, they'd have killed everyone or taken prisoners. No, they should be just fine.
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"Call me Jon." It's soft, nearly gruff, but without hostility. There's little point in standing on titles that mean nothing to anyone here, particularly when it has nothing to do with the task at hand.
He watches her striding forward, and after a shake of his head, he follows, somewhat more wary. If she's right about the camp's location, this will all be over soon, and --
His foot crunches on ice on the ground.
That's strange: everything underfoot has been snow. It isn't specifically that that makes Jon wary, just a sense that something is wrong after years of experience of noticing when it might be... of it being his job to be ever on his guard. It's better to have sword in hand than not, so he unsheathes his sword, and says "Jaina," to get her attention.
A moment later, two small creatures launch themselves at him from the trees above.
[OOC: There are ultimately 5 psuedo ice mephits: four feet tall, 30 lbs, look like ice shards until they attack, and because they explode into smaller shards when they die, they do slashing damage to anything within about 5 feet of them... less damage at a more distant range. But since these are our ice-mephit-like creatures, and not ones in a D&D game, and the idea was mostly just having something thematically fun and small to fight, I think the damage they do upon death can be more minor than it would be in a real tabletop game.]
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But she's determined not to be a liability, now. Especially not after her last field mission cost her not one brother, but both.
The moment her boot makes contact with the ice, she frowns, and meets his gaze just as he calls to her. Her lightsaber's in her hand in seconds, and still—it's a surprise when the two creatures come from the trees instead of the ground. Jaina isn't an acrobatic combatant. Her lightsaber ignites with a snap and hiss, casting a violet glow over the area as her mouth sets in a grim line. There's just enough time to extend her free hand and use the Force to push one of them out of the way.
But that still leaves one landing near the guy who's for better or worse become her comrade. Her wingmate. Never again. She circles around and then dashes in, having used the time to grip her lightsaber properly in a middle guard with both hands.
"Are you all right?! Here—"
They're back to back now, and that one she'd sent flying is coming back.
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Back to back is the best they can do. Longclaw is in his hand now, and he takes a swing at the first attacker. When it connects, there's a hiss and a clatter, and the creature shatters into innumerable shards of ice.
A moment later, Jon feels something warm and wet on his face below his eye, a sting in the cold air, and he realizes the shards have cut him. And there are now three more ice creatures than there were before.
What are they?
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Until another one leaps at her, and she moves swiftly to block with her lightsaber. When the being connects with her blade, it, too, bursts into shards, like glass.
She grunts as she's cut, brown eyes narrowing as she glances over at Jon. It's hard to see; there's a cut along her forehead, and blood's dripping into one of her eyes.
"I'd rule out touching those sith-spawned monsters." Her good eye remains trains on the creatures, and she reaches out with her senses—there's definitely more where these had come from.
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They shatter when they die, then. And they're not in any way related to the White Walkers, something that he had at least been considering: if they were, her weapon wouldn't be able to shatter them like that.
"Sith?" He asks it over his shoulder, his voice more booming than it needs to be, but this is how he was taught to speak in a fight: loud, so your men can hear you.
As if in response to the question, a thin fog begins to rise around them, and another of the creatures comes in low. What happens if it touches me? He doesn't think he wants to find out. The cut bleeds freely down his face now, and he's sure that Dany will cluck at it when he gets home.
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"Y'know, Darth Vader? 'Give into your anger, turn to the dark side' — that Darth Vader?" Finally, she huffs, fisting some snow in her free hand to pat some of the blood off her face. The sting of the cold is harsh on her skin, and it wakes her up, centers her focus. She's still bleeding, but to her, it doesn't matter. "Bad guys with weapons like mine — only red. They go on and on and on about ruling the galaxy." Her good eye rolls heavenward. "Longer probably than they've spent doing it."
The rising fog is annoying. Jaina draws her tongue between her teeth, able to count three of the little scoundrels left. Turning toward him, she extends her free hand, employing the Force once again to push the creature away from him. But another comes in for his other side, and another for hers. A pincer move.
Blast.