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Riverview Moderator ([personal profile] riverviewmod) wrote in [community profile] quaranmeme2018-01-20 07:58 pm

riverview: january test drive meme

riverview test drive meme

Welcome 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 2 Character Slots available.
Reserves will open on February 15th. Applications will next be open between March 1st to March 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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prompt i: behemoth herders

Starting around the 20th, residents of the city will start hearing some pretty disturbing rumors circulating - the rumors originate with some members of the Perimeter Guard who are returning from patrols, pale and a little panicked. They're reporting that a herd of terrifying beetle-like behemoth monsters lumbering toward the city - one female leader clocking in at 60 feet long and about 20 smaller male companions, each around 30 feet long. Unlike the Behemoth who showed up earlier in the year, these ones are nasty, sporting horns and big enough to knock over trees and displace even the bigger monsters in the usual crowd, and they've already breached through the wall of the Abandoned City and are heading toward the city itself. A herd like this could cause some serious damage, maybe even enough to compromise the wall of the Inhabited City. Thankfully, the Perimeter Guard has a nice big ace up their sleeves in the form of a small fleet of mechs, but the problem is that the mech are still in beta-testing, prone to breaking down, and there aren't enough to go around. This means that there's going to have to be some serious support on the ground.

The attack on the behemoth beetles is two-fold. The first order of business is to send out anyone with big powers or big guns to wear them down, beating on them the old-fashioned way, with brute force. The second is to circle around behind and, while the monsters are distracted, try to herd them away from the city using bright flares, fireworks left over from the Festival of Light, and even more big guns. Volunteers to do the shooting and supplying the brave souls going out into the jungle are welcome!


prompt ii: drift compatible

What do you use to fight a giant monster? A giant mech. And thankfully the Perimeter Guard has been working on something just like that - a new fleet of 20 three-story-tall mech suits meant to be manned by two people. With the behemoth herd approaching, the Guard is calling for anyone with piloting experience, or even people willing to take a quick course in it, to help man the fleet and head out into the fray, stomping through the brush and fighting the behemoths either in the Abandoned City or the jungle outside it. The goal is to take them out, take them down, or at least help the ground teams herd them away from the city and discourage them from returning.

Mechs are piloted by two people working together - while it's not exactly drift compatibility, the two characters need to act together, with one directing where the mech goes and keeping an eye on the terrain, and the other one manning the guns and keeping an eye on the mech's defenses and energy and ammunition levels. This takes a lot of concentration and cooperation, and this day is bound to forge a lot of new friendships....and probably a few mortal enemies. On top of the difficulty of working with someone who may be a total stranger, don't forget the mechs are in beta-testing and are only being used as a last resort, which means they have a bad tendency to break down in unexpected ways.

Each mech is fitted with two large canon-style guns that can be semi-automatic or automatic with a limited amount of ammunition, one plasma sword, and a force shield that can take four serious hits before it is depleted. They have a finite amount of energy storage and are able to be in continuous use for 3 hours maximum before shutting down. Out of the fleet of 20 mechs, the mod only expects about 5 to still be functional at the end of the battle, so feel free to have characters destroy them in threads. If any player (once accepted to the game) is interested in having their character take over the mechs as a project going forward, feel free to PM the mod account and we can talk it out!


prompt iii: the crystal caves

Once the city is safe enough that it isn't in poor taste to advertise fun outings, residents will start seeing ads for a new attraction in the city - the Crystal Caves. Presented as an excellent date spot, the caves are beautiful natural formations only recently discovered just a short walk outside the city. With the path cleared and patrolled by hired security to ensure that the trip there is safe, happy couples (or singles, but why go alone when you can bring a special friend or two?) can walk through the caves.

Inside, characters will enjoy a short walk along a twisty cave path where the walls appear to be made of semi-opaque crystal that shimmers with different colors, looking almost a little like the Northern Lights. After this path, the caves open into a series of beautiful caverns that seem to be made of pure crystal, with jagged crystalline formations in wide varieties of colors, some of which look almost like they've been slowly melting for decades, molten and shimmering. Visitors can find booths offering rock candy crystals on sticks and other treats, souvenirs, and for those without as much exploratory spirit or patience, guided tours that point out some of the more beautiful formations. There are also a few smaller caverns that have been converted into overnight camps where groups can stay the night and enjoy a catered group breakfast in the morning!


prompt iv: dream a little dream

If there's one trait that entrepreneurs in Riverview Quarantine all seem to have in common, it's jumping the gun and opening attractions or releasing new products before taking the time to conduct enough tests. The Crystal Caves are no different, unfortunately, though in this case the effects are a little less distressing. Residents who traveled to the caves will find themselves tossing and turning at night anywhere from a few days later to a week later, depending on their mental fortitude, and slipping into incredibly strange dreams. Varying from wild flights of exhilarating fancy to personalized nightmares depending on the personality of the dreamer, the dreams are incredibly vivid and realistic, with everything feeling, smelling, sounding, tasting, and looking completely real.

The strangest part of the dreams, though, is that anyone who'd looked at the same particular crystal as another person and seen their reflections in it will experience the dream with that person as an equal participant, able to share the same dream-granted abilities and experiences, able to work together as a team or hinder progress. Whether that person was a partner, a friend, an enemy, or even just a stranger observing the same formation at the same time, if their reflections appeared on a crystal together, they will find themselves sharing each other's dreams off and on for about a week. Some dreamers might even find that just thinking about a particular person they know as they fall asleep can pull that person into their dream, even if they weren't in the caves together.

This effect can be shared between just two people or larger groups, and the dreams themselves can belong to any character affected or be a combination of all of their dreams. The dreams themselves tend toward the positive more than the negative and the fanciful more than the realistic, but where they fall on that spectrum depends largely on character temperament and personality. Characters affected simply have to have looked at the same crystal in the caves, even if it was on a different day or at a different time, or for characters who would not have gone to the caves, be thought of by a person who has while they fall asleep.


prompt v: friendr/network

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.

Code to post your character's bio is in the textbox below. An example of how it looks can be found here.


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.


prompt vi: wildcard

Use the wildcard prompt to choose your own adventure and do whatever else you like in the setting!


navigation

[crystal cave by Piotr Dura]
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Brennan Mulwray | Mutant X

[personal profile] theshockvalue 2018-01-21 05:00 am (UTC)(link)
i. behemoth herders
What's a guy who's electrokinetic to do when someone says they need something bright to scare giant horned beetles away from unsuspecting citizens? Well, suit up and join the force sneaking around behind them, apparently. Brennan hates the jungle. He hates the outside world in general, with all the weather, the potential for rain, the discomfort, the lack of coffee-

-but it's for a good cause, namely: no one gets trampled or their homes destroyed by some of the nastiest bugs he's ever seen (and he's seen some pretty nasty bugs). That didn't mean he had to be happy about it, but he wasn't going to just sit around and let these things destroy the only place he had to stay, or hurt innocent people in the process.

Stealth was the way, definitely, but that wasn't going to stop him from making commentary, either. At least it was muttered quietly enough to only carry to those close to him.

"Maybe we shouldn't have put off calling the exterminator, huh?"

v. network
video;

[When the feed cuts in, Brennan is reclining in his bunk in communal housing, tossing a tennis ball against the ceiling casually as the muses.]

You know what? I've seen some crazy technology, stuff that's, let's just say, never touched the consumer market.

[He catches the ball as it drops and sits up, dropping the ball to the floor and facing the camera with a look in his eye that say he has an idea.]

The stuff here blows it out of the water, and I'm not just talking about the portal, or the weird magic stuff. I'm talking about the cars. See, back home I used to do a little modding, but what's the point if there's no where to race, right? They want us to scout out the abandoned city anyway, so...if we find a good place for a track while we're at it...who's game?

v. friendr


Friendr
«
»
» Age: 33
» Seeking: Looking to have some fun
» Preferences: I like to live dangerously
» Interests: Cars, movies, and poetry
» Bio: I don't like to spend too much time at home, but I do like a quiet moment every now and then. I'm a versatile guy who likes hanging out or staying in. It's all about variety.
base code by photosynthesis
Brennan Mulwray
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Edited 2018-01-21 08:58 (UTC)
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piper mclean ♥ heroes of olympus

[personal profile] kierkegaard 2018-01-21 05:52 am (UTC)(link)
i. exterminate this.
[ at all of five and a half feet tall, a teenager in a silvery parka does not look like she should be anywhere near rampaging beasts. it really looks like piper is about to reenact mufasa's death by wildebeest until she takes a deep breath and shouts: ]

Stop!

[ her voice is full and rich and authoritative and the beetle twenty feet from making her a piper-kebab stops. piper lets out that breath in a rush like maybe she wasn't 100% sure that was going to be successful and probably should have had at least one back up plan. another quick couple of breaths to get her bearings. ]

Um. Follow that guy. [ it's less sure, the honeyed words missing some of their honey before piper tries again more successfully. ] Follow that guy! [ the beetle turns and follows the lemming like rush of beetles being herded from the city and piper exhales heavily. ] I didn't think I'd ever add insect herder to my resume.

iii. cave of wonders
[ maybe she is just a sucker for a work of art, natural or otherwise, but piper finds herself drawn to the caves, wandering through on her own and nibbling on a piece of rock candy as she goes. they're really on the nose with that one.

to herself, or maybe to someone else, she murmurs: ]
I wonder what they're made of.

v. network
( username: dumpster queen )

A lot of us are from different worlds or planets I guess? Alternate universe or something like that so our stars are different.

Tell me about your favorite constellation!

vi. wildcard
( be free my beautiful caterpillars, do what you want. )
sentiences: (You just can't differentiate)

dorian | almost human

[personal profile] sentiences 2018-01-21 06:19 am (UTC)(link)
[ i. behemoth herders ]

[ An attack is an attack, no matter what form it comes in. As an android, Dorian is aptly placed in a position where he can risk physical attacks and keep moving without any fear (except for one real fear, without Rudy, without John, there may be no one here to wake him up if something goes wrong —) as he yells, waving the flare around madly and sprinting towards the group with the firepower needed to bring the bugs down. One of them nicely splatters its innards on him. Dorian grimaces. ]

Thanks. These weren't my only clothes or anything.

[ ii. drift compatible ]

[ It's all in the mind, he heard the people say. Dorian simply nodded at that. He has the ability to imagine, to recreate what it must feel like but it comes up short — like there's an intrinsic part that he is simply missing. After all, he may be close to human — close enough to matter, close enough to feel, to almost taste the sensation —

Well. It's best to stop one's self there. Dorian doesn't volunteer for the program, but he's constantly near the large robots, resting his hand against the cool metal, the lights on his skin flickering in and out. Forging a connection of his own. When any partners approach, he pulls back with an easy-going smile. ]


Sorry. I didn't mean to overstep.

[ v. network - dorian0167 ]

What makes your life here worthwhile? How do you measure it?

[ wildcard! ]

[ pick any prompt you like, dorian will run with it. ]
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Luke Skywalker | Star Wars

[personal profile] conflictresolution 2018-01-21 06:40 am (UTC)(link)
i. Behemoth Herders

Giant rampaging beetles. Of course. Because after the Empire, the First Order, a rebelling nephew and smugglers of all walks of life and slime, this was clearly the next step. Threat to the city? Why not? A necessary mobilization of all defenses no matter how rudimentary or wasteful? Definitely a great plan. What could possibly go wrong?

Everything.

Luke almost missed his far away island of Ahch-To. Almost, but a very small part of him was curious how a city of castaways was actually going to pull this off. He had allowed himself to be convinced to assist with the part of the plan of redirecting the behemoth insectoids away from the city. He feigned any necessary need to actually enter combat and no one so far had called him out. He had volunteered. What more could they ask of him?

He waited for the circling order, a sprig of native grass clenched between his teeth as he chewed the stem. The grass waved up and down and back and forth with both his chewing and the occasional breeze. No one appeared to be in danger so far, which made it easy to suppress all those old reckless inclinations.

That's right. Just leave the older guy alone. Nothing to see here.

ii. Drift Compatible

Piloting was admittedly one of the pleasures that he missed the most, the one where there were both far too many and just enough expectations. With his trusty X-wing gone and sunk, who was he to give into temptation and slowly raise a hand to admit that he had experience with piloting for an opportunity to get behind one of those massive mechs. Of course, it made him ache for R2D2 to assist in the endeavor, but apparently they were going to partner up.

So not only were the giant creations not battle tested, but they would be thrown together in hopes of some piloting compatibility? What could possibly go wrong? Could there be a worse plan?

Luke took one look at the individual who he was paired with for this piloting exploit and frowned so deeply all the lines in his face somehow stood out plainly. He shook his head and huffed, stomping away to the controls to investigate the flight controls and navigation system. "I'm piloting, and you're going to try not to get us immobilized or damaged."

v. Network
[Text; un: goaway]

This is the worst sense of peace an afterlife could come up with. How about immediate transport to somewhere that actually knows quiet?

And better fashion sense.


vi. Wildcard

[Come at me, bros... and bras? Also, will match action or prose as replied here.]
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Eugene Root ( Preacher )

[personal profile] pureed 2018-01-21 07:08 am (UTC)(link)
iii. the crystal caves

[ Eugene had seen the ads for the caves and despite not really knowing anyone to ask to come with him he'd gone on his own. The short path that opened into the caverns is beautiful and Eugene's eyes are wide with awe as he makes his way forward. ]

Wow. Isn't this beautiful? [ He'd say to himself, or to anyone nearby who happens to overhear. The words come out slurred but intelligible. ]

v. friender


Friendr
«
»
» Age: 18
» Seeking: Friends
» Preferences: n/a
» Interests: fireworks, Metallica, church
» Bio: You probably want to ask about my face... it's okay but it's not a good story.
base code by photosynthesis
Eugene Root
« ✘ ✔ »


vi. wildcard

[ Feel free to hit me up with anything else! ]
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Leonard Snart/Captain Cold | DC-TV

[personal profile] hypothermic 2018-01-21 08:02 am (UTC)(link)
i: behemoth herders

Leonard has better things to do than play exterminator, but if Riverview is going to be his new home? He'll do his part to keep the city from becoming a roach motel. You can find him freezing the behemoths below the knee with his cold gun so they can be taken out by heavy fire and super powers, crafting ice walls to direct the herd, hitching rides on mech to the next fight, because Leonard's not about walking, and dragging wounded idiots out of the fray.

It's called multi-tasking.

v: friendr


Friendr
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»
» Age: Classic
» Seeking: ATM w/ benefits
» Preferences: Rich
» Interests: Diamonds, Dom Pérignon & Fur.
» Bio: Pics 4 pics. You first. Front & back of your CC. XOXO
base code by photosynthesis
Leonard Snart
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vi: wildcard

Stacks on deck, Patrón on ice
And we can pop bottles all night
Baby, you could have whatever you like
I said, you could have whatever you like
Edited 2018-01-21 08:04 (UTC)
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alyssa, the end of the f***ing world

[personal profile] kievs 2018-01-21 08:10 am (UTC)(link)
02: drift compatible
(Fuck.

Alyssa's never seen anything like this before and it just seems like a whole lot of guff, if she's being honest. Like something out of the movies. She's out by the perimeter wall and sizing up the mechs with her hands jammed into the pockets of her jacket. There are a lot of people scrambling around, doing jobs, getting everything ready. Apparently there's some kind of 'invasion' going on? Who knows.

She pulls her hands out of her jackets and strides up to the nearest mech, reaching out to run a palm up the cold metal. How big are these things anyway? She can't imagine how they're supposed to get anything done without smashing everything to shit.)


So is this supposed to be like Transformers, or something?


03: crystal caves
(This whole romantic crystal thing isn't really Alyssa's jam.

She can see James being really interested in it, though. He's kind of like that. That's why it's so annoying that he isn't here, because if he was they could go into the caves together and she could hold his hand. Maybe they could find a corner to snog in. Who knows. It doesn't matter, because he isn't here, and she doesn't want to go into the dark alone.

She's sitting just outside on a rock with her arms folded across her chest, watching happy couples enter the caves, and flipping them off behind their backs.)



05: network - un: @whatever
(Phones might be crap, but they're pretty good for getting the word out.)

is there anything to do around here that isn't typical, touristy shit?
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daenerys targaryen | game of thrones

[personal profile] stormborned 2018-01-21 09:35 am (UTC)(link)
iii. the crystal caves.
[ The glittering, sparkling caves, with their crystals that shine with a multitude of different lights, give her a slightly melancholic feel as she investigates them. In the light of flickering torches, the colors and shapes of the jagged formations move and dance before her vision. It's a beautiful feast for the eyes, Dany thinks. Perhaps even more so, she denotes wistfully — her gaze alighting on various couples browsing the caverns together — with the right company.

She moves along to another less-inhabited wing of the caverns, and as she holds the torch aloft over her head the crystals before her shimmer with gold, orange and red, like molten fire. She's so taken with it that she momentarily loses track of anyone else who may be lingering in her immediate vicinity. ]



iv. dream a little dream.
[ Having visited the caves and glimpsed her reflection in several of the crystals, Daenerys begins to have vivid, excruciatingly real dreams soon afterward. Sometimes she's seaward, on a boat sailing toward some unknown destination, the wood beneath her feet creaking as it rocks gently with the rolling waves; sometimes she's running through a wooded forest, the smell of wet pine and leaves on the air, the moon barely visible through the tops of trees. And sometimes she's on the back of a dragon, flying over a city on fire, hearing the screeching and roaring of two others aloft beside her.

Always, there is someone with her. ]



v. network.
(username: stormborn)

Upon arriving here, I was informed people are brought to this place because they 'need a new home'. I, for one, already had a place where I resided
[ Dragonstone doesn't count as a home, she knows deep down; she hasn't known a 'home' since the house with the red door - ] as well as a task of great importance there.

My question is this: did you feel aimless, prior to coming here? Were you in need of somewhere you belonged? I wish to know your answers, if you would grant them to me.


vi. wildcard!
[ Feel free to invent a scenario and Dany & I will run with it! I'm taking her from 7x07, right after the visit with Cersei but before the ah, boat scene. Hmu @ [plurk.com profile] spinebarrel for plotting! ]
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Très Jolie/Trey Pierce (some bizarre game-au/hunger games oc)

[personal profile] reallynow 2018-01-21 01:04 pm (UTC)(link)
network.
So you guys have a lot of parties here, right? You're putting my homeland to shame, here. Two, three big events a month? How fucking hard it must be, when most of you can't dress yourself on a daily basis..

So that's my in. I'm a stylist, back home. If you don't like the way I dress, then I don't dress myself. But if you do like the way I dress, then it's all handmade by yours truly.

I'm still setting up shop here, but if you have a concept in mind for an outfit that isn't a diamante garbage bag, I might be able to help you out. For a price, anyway.


friendr.

Friendr
«
»
» Age: Chop me open and count the rings.
» Seeking: Anything.
» Preferences: Anything.
» Interests: Drinking, gossiping and saying I'm open to anything as a classy way of saying I'm thirsty.
» Bio: Drag Queen Stylist from the future. I think? Dreams really do come true.

🎉🎉 Let me know how y'all feelin' tonight. 🎉🎉

base code by photosynthesis
Très Jolie
« ✘ ✔ »


wildcard
[Feel free to meet Jolie out in the wild somewhere.]
Edited 2018-01-21 13:04 (UTC)
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John 'Thunderbird' Proudstar | The Gifted

[personal profile] tanker 2018-01-21 03:25 pm (UTC)(link)
a. drift compatible
[ It's not exactly that John has all the experience in the world when it comes to piloting anything. But he's an ex-Marine, and helping out is in the very fabric of everything he works at. Which is why he's here, sweat running down his spine as he sits up on the muddy ground, looking up, slightly dazed.

There's no blood on him, no sign of trauma, just the smoking carcass of the mech next to him. The fight's been a shit show - the mech malfunctioning, John and his partner too new at piloting it, the whole thing not organic enough. In hindsight, he would have done better on the ground, with his powers.

He rolls further away from the mech, before standing, muscles aching from the impact. The mech is ruined, torn apart by behemoths, and his stomach sinks at the sight, and - his partner's not bulletproof. Not like he is. He picks up speed, moving around the mech, skidding to his knees next to his partner. ]


Hey, hey, are you okay?

b. dreamsharing
[ He knows it's a dream. That's the one thing he is sure of, right now, as he looks around him and sees the dusty floors and concrete walls of the Mutant Underground headquarters around him. He doesn't relax, though - it might be the closest thing he has to a home, right now, but it also is different. He knows the ins and outs of the bank they've been using as a base like the back of his hand, and... last he checked, there was no wall here before. Before, this was the vault. Where is it gone? ]

Something is wrong, here. We need to leave.

[ His voice leaves no room for argument. Until now, he thought he was alone, but it's now suddenly obvious to him that he isn't, and he's not going to be leaving anyone behind. He strides forward, puts his fingers to the wall and focuses his powers - no one else around, but the layout he knows so well is jumbled, confused. He opens his eyes with a frown. This is a maze.

He couldn't dream about Aruba, or something? ]

c. friendr


Friendr
«
»
» Age: 33
» Seeking: Anything
» Preferences: Does have them
» Interests: hard rock, meditation, destroying concrete
» Bio: Ex-military, still a Mutant. Looking to not have to fight for everything anymore. Been told I'm too serious.
base code by photosynthesis
John Proudstar
« ✘ ✔ »


d. wildcard please!
Edited (changed a prompt as i was unhappy with it...) 2018-01-21 17:42 (UTC)
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minsu oh | oc

[personal profile] foxtrots 2018-01-21 04:22 pm (UTC)(link)
crystal caves:

[it's been a long time since he paid any attention at all to natural wonders. he's seen a lot of them, from crystal springs to majestic mountains. back then they were just "home."

but he's never seen anything like this. and while he's not a part of a couple himself, minsu has no problems with tagging around with other couples, inserting himself into their romantic moments until chased away. after that it's strictly other people who are exploring on their own.

he touches the wall of the cavern with a reverence that he reserves for very few things. when he catches the eye of someone through a crystal stalagmite, minsu disappears. only to return to them a few minutes later, thrusting a stick of rock candy out at them.]


It's just sugar. It's good, I've eaten four of them.

[if he seems hyper, that's not the reason why.]

friendr:


Friendr
«
»
» Age: 2...5?
» Seeking: friends, eating partners
» Preferences: humans
» Interests: pizza, hamburgers, trashy romance novels
» Bio: I'm a work in progress, but last night I fried an egg and didn't break the yolk.
base code by photosynthesis
Minsu Oh
« ✘ ✔ »
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Fiona Addison | original

[personal profile] sageadvice 2018-01-21 05:29 pm (UTC)(link)
i. behemoth herders??

This is incredible.

[ There's a young woman standing a little way off from the place people are organizing to get their mechs and form teams to handle the oncoming herd. She's out of the way enough not to get stepped on or obstruct the process, but she probably doesn't belong in a combat zone. She looks like she's more dressed for a summer picnic than a city-wide emergency, with wide eyes and no weaponry to be had. ]

Is this really a thing? The city just has giant robots to scare off giant beetle monsters? I mean, I'm still kind of mad about being semi-stolen, but this could be the best day I've ever had.

iii. crystal caves

[ There's a crystal attraction. Of course the self-styled hippie is going to check it out. Sunny goes alone, because she doesn't know anyone in town, but since the caves are being advertised she can meet people there. At least, that is her plan. She enjoys the light display the natural formations create and obviously stops at some of the stands, browsing for souvenirs. ]

These have to hold a lot of energy.

[ She sounds convinced, and she's checking each one like some people examine fruit for ripeness, seriously contemplating their shape and color. ]

Excuse me, do you know if any of these attract spirits?
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armitage hux, ster wers

[personal profile] fhux 2018-01-21 06:10 pm (UTC)(link)
ii drift.

[ Of all the places Armitage could be, inside one of those lumbering machines is not one of them. No, he has situated himself safely within the Perimeter Guard headquarters and offered his assistance as an overseer of the tactical plans as they advance in-action. It's a speciality. As General of the Finalizer, and long before, he has been shaped to assess multiple stratagem to work in his favour in the shortest amount of time, tailored to command others. He likes to think he isn't too shabby about having his troops attended to, if they make it back; there is a reason the crew of his ship are loyal.

Also, it was either this or attempting to pilot one of those deathtraps on the ground. So. ]


Mech-Nine, your shield is due to destabilise. Switch to automatic cannons.

[ He fucking resents this. It isn't his place to be doling out instructions on a personal level, surely someone could be assigned? But, no. It's Armitage bent over a console, flicking between channels with snappish impatience whenever the footage and statistics bode ill. ]

Mech-Two, shut-down in sixteen minutes, thirteen seconds. Retreat. Mech-Eighteen, attend pick-up of pilots from Area-C effective immediately. Abandon the equipment, there are two B-class behemoths headed your way.

[ It's mind-numbing but no more taxing than his duties en-route to his position as General. ]


iv dreams.

[ The Supremacy is made even more glorious under his rule: Emperor Hux, the first of his name. His Mega-Class Star Dreadnought serves as his home within the United Galactic Empire, the safest place in all of existence and, as he commands it to move, the mobile centre of his domain. The Emperor sits upon a tall throne of kyber-crystal, a snub to the ancient wizardry that once died out with the Old Empire; a reminder that no Force-sensitive will ever rise in power again ... on behalf of either side of their so-called Balance. His robes are white and red, endless miles of stormtroopers saluting before him. Brendol Hux was a brute, a worthless creature compared to his illegitimate son, and now when generals bow it isn't his father's legacy that overshadows his own. Finally.

See what I have become, father.

He allows a smile as he rises, hands clasped behind his back as he surveys his indomitable army. A ginger cat curls around his boots, purring. ]
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Peter Grant | Rivers of London

[personal profile] thestarling 2018-01-21 06:22 pm (UTC)(link)
i. behemoth herders

[As much as Peter would like to be in the thick of things, he does not have the firepower to take out a massive fuck-off bug, and he knows it. A tendency to explode things aside, he still has trouble burning through paper targets some days, let alone an exoskeleton.

A distraction, though, that Peter can do. A horde of giant beetles is not the same as a crowd of drunks, but Peter is trained in crowd control, it can't be that different. They seem to like bright things, so he's got a half-dozen different little balls of light hanging in the air, carefully leading them away from the city. Controlling that many werelights at once is an experience, but Peter's got every bit of concentration he can muster on it.

It might be why, when one of the bugs begins to lose interest and breaks off to head back towards the city, Peter just hurls a fireball right past the bug's nose without thinking.]


Great, got it's attention. [It's murmured to himself as the bug swings back around to stare him down directly.] ...what was the next step?

ii. drift compatible

[Part of Peter is skeptical about this whole giant robot thing. It's a very large, very complicated piece of machinery that undoubtedly has many important components that Peter could absolutely wreck by doing the slightest bit of magic without thinking. The last thing he needs is for something that large to come crashing down while he's inside it because he burnt out a microprocessor or two by accident.

The other, larger part, the part that desperately wanted to be a transformer when he grew up, is practically over the moon. Which is why Peter is standing there in front of the thing, looking up and trying not to appear as giddy as he actually is. He's a grown man, he can at least attempt to play it cool.

He still might be smiling a little as he glances over at his assigned partner.]


You ready for this?

v. network - un: pc.grant

This is going to sound strange, but does anyone know if there's a way to take the battery out of these mobiles they've given us? I'd rather not have to keep getting replacements, if I can.

vi. wildcard

[Go nuts!]
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Wanda Maximoff | Marvel Cinematic Universe

[personal profile] divaricate 2018-01-21 07:21 pm (UTC)(link)

Friendr
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» Age: 26
» Seeking: everything.
» Preferences: ¯\_(ツ)_/¯
» Interests: magic. books. cats.
» Bio: I like terrible puns. Also, adventures. But I hate loud noises and small spaces.
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Kharjo | The Elder Scrolls V: Skyrim

[personal profile] makhajay 2018-01-21 09:02 pm (UTC)(link)
i

Well... Kharjo might be help eventually, but at the moment he's just a hindrance. An explanation of how to use guns had very quickly devolved into the Khajiit questioning every bit of terminology - ("what is gunpowder?", "why do the guns have hammers? where are they?", "why are they so loud? we will wake up half the creatures on this earth.", etc.) And when he was introduced to fireworks in an attempt to get his mind off of it? Well, that was just a mistake in and of itself.

If you're passing by and hear shouting, followed by a loud bang and a blinding flash of light, it's probably because someone gave a medieval cat man a flare gun, and he proceeded to nearly shoot his own foot off. He barely seems bothered by it though, letting out a yowl of surprise that crumbles into laughter. "Ah, they shoot fire spells! You should have told Khajiit this!"

Clearly, he's figured this all out now.

ii

Kharjo was a menace with guns, but at least machinery seems to (ironically) make more sense to him. At the very least, being watchful and giving advice is a Khajiit strong suit, so he'll be found perched in the gun cockpit, stripped down to grubby old linens with some rope for a belt to avoid overheating in his steel plate armor. (Has he considered buying real clothes? Of course not, he's a soldier at heart.)

He's happy to greet any newcomers with a playful wave and a welcoming "Khajiit guards your back", but hell... maybe you weren't expecting your bug-fighting partner to be a 6 foot tall cat man. It's a little weird, right? Maybe some discussion is in order before you jump right into saving people.

v


Friendr
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» Seeking: This one has no goal in mind, but his mind is open.
» Preferences: What does this one mean? There was no one around to explain.
» Interests: Swordfighting, traveling, and the Sun.
» Bio: Khajiit is very new to these strange customs... he will need many things explained to him, but he is ready to learn. This one hopes you will have patience with him. A khajiit is always a smart friend to have.
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revan ( star wars )

[personal profile] warcried 2018-01-21 11:36 pm (UTC)(link)
( behemoth herders )
[ naturally, revan is on the attack team, given his skillset. he doesn't seem especially thrilled about it, though, frowning and distant as he waits for the rest of the team he was placed with to join him. he's not an especially imposing figure, slim and easily overlooked if not for the massive, slightly terrifying presence he has. the unlit lightsaber gripped loosely in his hand is also a little notable, even if you don't know what it is.

he shifts as someone arrives, glancing aside to them thoughtfully. ]
It seems like a shame that we're basically being encouraged to hurt them. [ it's not really their fault that they don't understand they're being destructive. still, it's that or the city and the people living in it get hurt, and-- well. revan's jaded, but not quite that jaded. ] .. Not much of a new start. [ not for people like him, who've been fighting basically all their lives. ]


( network | un: revan )
Does the name Coruscant mean anything to anyone here? [ he's guessing 'yes', but it's polite to ask. ]

Second question: say you've been in a couple of wars and you're still figuring out what to do with yourself now that they're over and you're here. What do you do as a living, or even as a hobby, when you're done fighting?


( friendr )

Friendr
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» Age: Late 30s? My memory's iffy.
» Seeking: A nap.
» Preferences: I don't have an opinion about this.
» Interests: I'm still rediscovering these. Travel, I guess?
» Bio: I've done the hero and the villain thing, Jedi and Sith, and now I'm just trying to live. We'll see how it goes.
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master chief ( halo from the other side )

[personal profile] untodawn 2018-01-21 11:45 pm (UTC)(link)
ii. drift compatible

At the foot of one of these machines, stood a man. Over two meters tall and kitted out in OD green armor that married the mythical with the mechanical in its impossible size. Dwarfed where he surveyed the mecha unit looking almost like its twin, scaled down in miniature.

The giant of man stood there, hands on his hip, in the company of one of Guard. Even with a face hidden by the orange, polarized visor of his helmet there was nothing in his posture that exactly screamed "impressed."

"If one of these breaks down, do I get out and push?"

After a silence ticked by from polite pause to uncomfortable, the Perimeter Guard cleared her throat. Rattling off something scripted about the risks of field testing before Chief could get in another dig.

While he hadn't said much, he made his suspicions about these machines clear. Nothing that big should be bipedal; impractical and an engineering nightmare. Enough that Chief had come to regret releasing the M121 Jackrabbit he had arrived with days earlier. Thinking objectively at the time that it would be useful to have another scout out there. Now he just wanted an excuse to get out in the field from somewhere other than in a lumbering disaster.

"Well ma'am," Chief said after a beat. "If this takes two, I'll need someone who doesn't mind giving up a little leg room."


v. network

( username: 117 )

How do I turn off notifications


vi. wildcard

♪ Hit me up before you go go♪
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Exxis | Original

[personal profile] vicissitudinal 2018-01-22 12:21 am (UTC)(link)
ii : drift compatible

[He's never gotten to use a mechanized armor before. He knows how to synchronize with one, back home, because they don't leave any kind of training half-assed in DEnTac, but he's never had the opportunity to be in one. He thought it wouldn't be too difficult, but he can see that these are manned by two people and that the system is not the same as on Earth. Which, alien planet, he shouldn't be surprised. He is slightly frustrated, since it means he can't handle it on his own. That's why they requested so many, he realizes, to be easier to pair people up. He just wonders who they might partner him with and if he'll be able to work with them.

When someone steps out of the group towards the suit, he gives as welcoming smile as he can, holding out his left hand.]


Good to be working with you.


iii : crystal caves

He had to visit them. Speleology had always been a bit of a fascination of his, as well as going spelunking during his extended off periods. Why climb rocks when you could travel caves, right? Except these caves are very different from the ones back home, to the point, he actually sets his internal recording device on as he follows the trails and visits the various caverns. Those who walk by may notice his one eye is particularly bright, a pale purple color out of sync with the dark brown of the other.

Of course he's so focused on recording the caves he may not pay attention to who is nearby, except when his sensors inform him someone is centimeters from a collision or a sprained ankle.

"Watch it three steps over, there's a divot in the ground," he says even as he moves around to avoid them.

v : friendr


Friendr
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» Age: 21
» Seeking: Friends, information, training partners
» Preferences: Nice ones?
» Interests: Caves, Architecture, Historical fiction
» Bio: I like staying active and engaged, working for the betterment of the community, and doing my best as best I can. I don't like zombies. Don't ask why.
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vi : wildcard

{OOC: Up for anything here! I didn't have any specific dream ideas, but if you do, feel free to hit me with them!}
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izuku midoriya ☆ my hero academia

[personal profile] gobeyond 2018-01-22 01:24 am (UTC)(link)
i. herd you needed some help

[ As much as the thought of a full scale attack on civilians strikes at his heart, terror of any kind has only ever made Izuku's feet move even before he had a Quirk to his name. Iida theorized aloud what Izuku had long thought of: that the helplessness of being bullied in turn built up momentum, spring-loaded and ready to shoot off now that he had the power to help people. Pain and resentment had been quieted and focused into a stalwart bedrock, a sense of justice given a waiting mold the moment a young Izuku saw shaky footage of All Might laughing with a dozen bystanders safely in his grasp.

Which is to say that isn't the problem when the call for volunteers goes out. It's that Izuku hasn't learned how to do much without snapping his darn body like a twig.

The tiny Aizawa-sensei in his head is deadeyeing even more than usual as Izuku bounds out to the team he's been assigned to, Full Cowl turning his body into a small, green-streaked shadow that darts between the ruins and hollowed-out shells of buildings and into the alcove where the team was supposed to gather.
]

Excuse me, were you the leader appointed to this team? I'm here to support!

v. network

text; - @deku

I have to think that a lot of people here had to have been picked up and out of their lives when they came here. I know I was in the middle of getting through the school year, trying to become the best I can be.

So what I want to know is what have others here done to keep improving yourselves? It can be something like a training regimen or joining a defense force or something similar, but I want to know whether or not it's worth it to you too; do you think it carries forward when you decide to go home?


friendr


Friendr
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» Age: 15
» Seeking: I'd really like to have more people to talk to!
» Preferences: nice people?
» Interests: Some manga series, All Might heroes, studying and sparring
» Bio: I'm just a student at UA at the moment, but I'm studying hard every day to become a pro hero!
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or wildcard!
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Akira Kurusu | Persona 5

[personal profile] jokerofhearts 2018-01-22 03:36 am (UTC)(link)
iii.

[ Simply put, the Crystal Caves are gorgeous. The planetarium he could visit in Tokyo really doesn't even do it justice to compare it to. Akira looks up from beneath the hood of his hoodie, eyes moving over ever each individual rock and the colors they emit. His hands slide comfortably into the pockets of his jeans as he side steps people. He sticks to the edges of the room, doing his best to stay out of the way from others. It's easier to try and merge into the crowd or out of the eyesight of others period.

Although he does push his glasses up on his nose as he does so. ]


iv.

[ No one bothered to tell him about side effects of new attractions: namely the Crystal Caves. Any who come across the seemingly quiet -- but very angry -- teenager will find him in prison garb and chains around his ankles and handcuffs. Simply traveling to a new place won't erase the fact he is a prisoner in his own mind and heart. ]

v.

[ Let's be smooth criminals together~ ♥ ]
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Organic Angel Alexiel | Angel Sanctuary

[personal profile] heavenfell 2018-01-22 06:43 am (UTC)(link)
prompt i: behemoth herders

[She is of great use against such foes. How many monsters has she slain? She hasn't seen it fit to keep count. Armed with a gun and a sword, Alexiel lands in the midst of the chaos as if there is nowhere she would rather be. Her wings are concealed (she does not want to risk them being damaged) however she still has an aura about her; an aura of power in the form of her three wings.

Truly, she does not need the weapons, but they are fun. if she is to be a goddess of war again, she might as well make the most of it.]


Focus on me! [She slashes at a beetle's leg, exposing herself as a threat. The monumental beast turns and she brings out the gun, firing ruthlessly at the head.] You have gone far enough!

[And if the gun doesn't do enough damage, she will be vaulting herself onto the beetle's back to find its weakest point. Or, perhaps, it can be guided by that giant horn? It might be worth a shot. But what will she use for rope?]

I need a rope or chain!

friendr


Friendr
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» Age: I cannot say.
» Seeking: Anything.
» Preferences: I prefer men.
» Interests: My twin, Lucifer and peace.
» Bio: I am the daughter of Adam Kadamon. His power is divided between my brother and I. I bear three wings for this reason. I have seen heaven righted.
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clarice fong / blink ( the gifted. )

[personal profile] viatorius 2018-01-22 01:42 pm (UTC)(link)
a. behemoth herders.
( Okay. This is fine. She's totally fine. Everything's going to be fine.

Except there are giant beetles running amok and she didn't think to pack any bug spray. Swearing under her breath, Clarice just about has enough time to escape the falling trunk of a tree, coughing as it kicks up dirt and dust all around her.
) Oh come on, can't I have one vacation where I don't have to squash things? ( Not that this is a vacation, she is just very, very frustrated right now. Knowing that the city needed help had been one thing, but considering the use she would be is another.

That doesn't mean she can't try. One of the creatures shifts to charge a mech suits near her and Clarice's hands are up instantly, energy crackling between her palms in bright purple and blue light. The Behemoth runs, but she's faster, throwing up a portal and sending it hurtling through. The direction she chooses means luck is on her side when instead of taking out the mech, it finds itself halfway across the forest, embedding its horn in the side of one of its friends.
) Yes!

( But she doesn't have time to celebrate, instead she's ducking through the trees to where she's seen someone fall, hands reaching out to get them back on their feet. Please don't be alarmed by the scarred girl with bright green eyes. She is definitely one of the good guys. ) It's okay, we've got this. Just a little bit more.

b. crystal caves.
( Curiosity tended to get the better of her usually, but what danger could she get into in a tourist spot? Clarice had overhead enough conversation about the beauty of the place that she really couldn't resist taking a peek. And it was worthwhile, the light glittering over her head, something otherworldly about the quiet of it all. John would definitely like it. It had zen-appeal. Maybe she'd buy him a postcard, though she has no idea when she's ever getting home.

Doing her best not to get in anyone's way, Clarice denies an offer of a tour to explore. She finds her way to one of the caverns, ducking inside. Once in the centre she spins slowly, unusually bright green eyes catching the reflection of the light around her.
)

Woah.

( Footsteps echo, and she drops her gaze to the mouth of the cave, a small smile playing on her lips. Time to move on. ) It's all yours.

c. friendr.

Friendr
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» Age: 29.
» Seeking: We'll figure that out later.
» Preferences: Ditto.
» Interests: Fried food, terrible spotify choices, new sneakers.
» Bio: Surprise, I'm a mutant! Bet you didn't guess.
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Misty Day | American Horror Story: Coven

[personal profile] mistyday 2018-01-22 05:59 pm (UTC)(link)
iii. crystal visions
Misty doesn’t really know anyone to take with her to the crystal caves, but that’s certainly not going to stop her from going. She wanders the maze of caverns humming contentedly with her stick of rock candy. Everything’s so beautiful and everyone’s being so nice, it doesn’t quite feel real.

She stops at one of the larger crystals, one that is almost the size of a full length mirror. She examines her reflection for a minute before declaring, “This is some cool shit!”

iv. stillness of remembering
It starts, as her dreams often do, with music, the distinct timbre of Stevie’s voice cutting through the darkness. Cool water flows gently around her knees and Misty begins to walk, without direction or purpose, but she doesn’t seem concerned by that. The river will take her where she needs to go, if she only follows it. Gradually, a dull green light emerges, revealing great big cypress trees dripping with Spanish moss, a forest stretching endlessly into the waters.

A log floats up beside her, then shifts and changes into scales and teeth and an alligator grin. Need a ride? the gator asks, in a low rumble. In response, Misty smiles and climbs onto its back. What about your friend?

Misty turns to look at her fellow dreamer. She holds out her hand. “Well, you comin’ or not?”

v. wildcard
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Blue Sargent ( The Raven Cycle )

[personal profile] amplifyings 2018-01-23 12:44 am (UTC)(link)
i. crystal caves

[ Blue isn't sure what prompts her to visit the Crystal Caves -- perhaps it was the brightly colored, eye-catching advertisements that she'd seen literally everywhere -- but all she knows is that she'd spent far too much time indoors lately and was starting to feel the cabin fever settling in.

(And while all the time indoors had been for her own good -- and safety -- it didn't seem to change the fact any. If anything, it made her itch even more to get outside.)

She wanders the caverns alone, dressed in a mishmash of clothing textures and pieces all hand-sewed together to create a somewhat oddly designed dress with an embroidered denim jacket hanging off one shoulder and chunky leather boots on her feet. It's all too clear that none of the articles were originally made for the girl wearing them and that she'd only recently forced them together, perhaps a few days prior.

In all her wandering through the caverns, Blue stops occasionally to reach out and touch some of the more brightly colored formations, treats herself to more candies and snacks than she can likely eat, or to peruse various souvenir shops, likely purchasing a heftly little assortment of handmade trinkets. ]


ii. friendr

Friendr
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» Age: 18
» Seeking: uh... anything? it's complicated.
» Preferences: preferably alive
» Interests: dogs, fashion, the endless quest for which pizza topping is the best, skateboarding ghosts, recycling.
» Bio: 18 year old fashion icon and human battery 🔋
someone once called me the most wanted table at Starbucks ☕

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iii. wildcard

anything that you'd like, I'm down for it! will match tenses and styles.

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