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quaranmeme2018-02-18 06:06 pm
happy first birthday, riverview!
riverview fourth wall memeIn honor of Riverview's ONE YEAR ANNIVERSARY, players have voted for a fourth wall style event where players and non-players alike can indulge a few whims, try people out in Riverview's setting, or share small slices of their homeworlds with friends. This is a place where anyone can throw a character they'd like to play in the game, an AU version of a character they already play, a character who might not normally be appable, or a few threads with canonmates that they might not get otherwise.
Create your own scenario - the setting is built to be flexible, so feel free to make things up as you go.
● Top-level posts can be made by either current players, potential players, or just people who want to dabble in the setting or engage in some threads with current players.
● Doubles of characters who are currently in the game cannot be posted to this meme. If a character is listed on the taken list and couldn't be apped under the canon AU provision, please do not play that character on this meme.
● Aside from the above, characters that would normally not be appable can generally be played on this meme: AU or heavily altered CRAU versions of characters (providing the original is not in the game or you play the original), dropped characters (providing they have not been re-apped by a new player), that second character you wish you could play that's too closely related to the one you already play, among many other options. If you have any questions about what's okay, just drop them on the Mod Questions Thread.
● The explanation for this event is Game Canon, so threads in this event can either be non-canon meme-style fun, or remembered by characters going forward, providing both parties are amenable. Threads on this post can be used for Activity Points providing both characters are accepted into the game, but cannot be used for the monthly Activity Check.
● Threads from this post can be used as app samples providing the character in question is appable and not an AU.
● Ideally, all characters who are not currently in the game should be played by someone, if you are fiending for your character to introduce someone in the game to someone from home that isn't likely to be played, that someone can be NPC'd in a thread.
● Settings brought from characters' homes can range from as small as a table or desk to as large as one city block.
It's a well-known but not often talked about truth that sometimes people who have come to the Quarantine didn't exactly want to come. Whether it was a mistake, or the portal picked up on the faintest short-term feeling of displacement and jumped the gun by pulling someone into the Quarantine, some people just don't want to be here. And while the government and the scientists employed by it try their best to find ways to send people home as quickly as possible, it's not easy.
And for some residents, it's not enough.
On the morning of February 19th, some residents have decided to do something about it. A group of highly-intelligent, scientifically-minded people have banded together trying to find a way to make pinpointing specific other worlds easier, but a year's worth of research hasn't proven very successful. So instead, they've decided to bring a little bit of home to Riverview. How?
A virus was released into the general network - every device connected to Riverview's internet equivalent has been hit with it. It's not a very malevolent virus, though, geared toward all of the city's many, many holoemitters, cameras, and other types of sensors. Through various complicated algorithms and a direct line into the Perimeter Guard's open database of information on other worlds, all of Riverview has become holo-capable.
Throughout the city, almost anywhere that they go, characters may find themselves running into a little piece of home. Whether it's something as simple as the desk from their bedroom back home, the block they lived on, the bridge of their starship, the unfamiliar world they were pulled into before Riverview, or the meadow they like to watch the stars in, it might show up. And with those locations come people.
Characters may run into holographic versions of almost anyone they can think of. And, much like the locations, those people feel, smell, and sound perfectly real. They are fully interactive, and they come across exactly like the real thing. However, unlike the real thing...they're going to disappear. Whether it's within an hour or two, or if they stick around until the virus is shut down on the evening of February 23rd, they will eventually fade away.
(Unless your enabling game is strong enough and the character's appable, of course.)
Since the virus is affecting the whole network, there's one other thing that the holograms can use - Friendr is a friend-finder and/or dating app. Even a hologram can 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 (however one-night the stand will be). 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.
During the upcoming festival of lust, also known as Sampremi, many of the highly-anticipated seasonal delicacies that are about to be baked, broiled, steamed, candied, and pickled are made from a type of fruit called the Lababerry, which only grows for a couple of months a year, in the warmer rainforest area to the north of the city. Businesses all over the city are gearing up for this year's festivities, ready to prepare the highly-anticipated treats everyone is craving, and while the usual harvest has already taken place, demand is high enough after last year that it's outpacing the harvest, and many, many businesses are offering very large rewards for harvests of the Lababerries.
And why are the rewards so large?
While the Lababerries are still in season, the usual harvest happens early in the spring, before the rains fall so heavily and the plants they grow on come out of hibernation. This is because the plants they grow on are highly carnivorous, willing to chew on whoever might be stopping by to pluck their sweet fruits. The plants are equipped with an acid that thickly coats the tops of the leaves, which are capable of clamping onto any intruder. The acid is fast-acting on non-biological materials, and slow-acting on skin and flesh. Once it contacts skin, it turns it into a sludge that the leaves suck up.
But hey, the rewards are very, very much worth the risks. If you want to start your time in the Quarantine with a pretty penny in your pocket, this is the job for you.
In preparation for Sampremi, a lot of the clubs, restaurants, and hotels are doing special events to encourage people to pair (or trio, or group) off in anticipation of the particular sexy set of festivities for the season. There are flyers around the city advertising various couples activities: speed dating, dance classes, overnight pool parties, and all-expenses-paid lovers' nights in.
The catch? The great deals only count if you're a twosome. So if you don't have someone to love, hit up speed dating in the indoor courtyard of Riverview's largest mall, or grab the first person you see and take the opportunity.
Use the wildcard prompt to choose your own adventure and do whatever else you like in the setting!
Zelda | Hyrule Warriors
A: Wandering Around/Window Shopping
[ Zelda is pretty much interested in anything here. Like cars (how do they work??) or the department stores (so many clothes!!) and even the freaking grocery stores (having so much food in surplus would have made maintaining her army a lot easier). Zelda is genuinely in awe of it all; to her, the conveniences of a modern city are still far beyond her time.
She'll happily strike up a conversation with whomever looks as lost as herself or is willing to speak with her. ] It's quite the city, isn't it? Such industry and innovation... [ It's almost said wistfully. If only her own country could be given a chance to develop cities like this. ] The residents here ought to be proud of what they have built.
B: Flashlight
[ Around the shopping district, many stares trail after the blonde woman who looks dressed to fight in some fantasy battle. Especially as she picks up a... flashlight. Holds it in her hand. And sort of, well, she doesn't know what to make of it because she's never seen it before, but there's a button on the side. She presses it...
And nearly drops the damn thing, because its light shine rights into her eyes. Wincing, she presses the button once more to turn it off. ] This is, ah, some sort of lantern?
D: Park
[ Having had enough of exploring, she at last ends her adventure in the park by evening to find a spot to rest. It's been a long day-- even moreso considering she had just fought in a heavily crushing battle before being swept away to this world-- and at last that weariness is catching up to her even if she may not look it. A harp manifests in her hands, and her fingers trace over the string familiarly. Even when worlds away from her own, the instrument provides enough comfort to ease her exhaustion. A simple pluck of a string reverberates like a bell through the air, and a few more notes follow it. She's simply strumming for now, allowing herself to indulge in the idleness of playing an instrument, but she is free to be bothered by whoever chooses to approach her. ]
C: Wildcard. [ Feel free to run into her just about anywhere reasonable. Outside or inside the city!! ]
d.
When she hears a harp playing softly nearby, she pauses. It's so nostalgic a sound... how often had she heard harps playing just so, when she was in the dining halls of the castle? It seems to echo to her out of the distant past. She begins to follow the sounds in hope of finding who's playing.
Imagine her surprise when she sees a young woman who looks similar to herself - it's the ears Zelda notices first, so rare among the people of Riverview. But her eye catches on the clothing, and she can't help but feel... like she knows this person, somehow. She halts for a moment, wavering on the edge of this feeling, before she decides to speak.]
It sounds beautiful.
!!!!! omggg
...Ah. Perhaps "stranger" is a bit of an exaggeration, because something pulls at her heart when she sees the other. It could just be the familiarity from seeing someone who shares ears just like her own, but her intuition tells her that's not just the case. And her intuition is rarely wrong. She offers a smile as a greeting to the other before she speaks, her tone as soft as the note she plays. ] Thank you. [ She says with a poised tilt of her head, her sapphire earrings glinting in the light with the slight movement. ]
Of course, credit must be given to the craftswoman of this harp as well. I am lucky that it needs not be tuned in whatever world or age it's brought. [ Also there is no where to actually tune the strings on this harp either, so. ~Magic~
Zelda pauses with her strumming, looking at her. ] Do you play, perhaps?
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A harp that requires no tuning? That's fine workmanship indeed.
[Perhaps even magically enhanced. It wouldn't be the first time a musical instrument had been enchanted. So many stories and legends told of such things, lost to the sands of time.
Zelda blinks at the question, and has to laugh.]
I had lessons when I was younger, but I'm afraid I was never more than average at it. It was a tradition that I needed to learn though. [Some legacies in the royal family are passed down for centuries, unwavering, no matter how much a young girl might wish she was doing something else.] I was certainly not as good as you are.
/Dabs
[ Her smile turns a little playful at that, and with a few strokes of her fingers a breeze seems to gently lift up a few fallen leaves from the ground. They swirl in the air as if they are carried down a gentle stream, floating along a invisible musical staff around them. With a final cord the song finishes, and the leaves settle back down. ] Some even say that it is not through speech that the gods and their heralds of my land communicate, but through song and dance. [ There’s an almost wistful sigh at that as she watches the last leaf fall, pirouetting in the air. Outstretching her hand, Zelda catches it in her palm. She almost misses those days where she had been enchanted by the myths of old; unfortunately the reality of battle has made her mind much more focused upon the current circumstance of her world at hand.
The wistful look fades, and her focus is directly back at the other girl, one corner of her lips tilted upward in a clever smile. Oh sure she may make it sound mystical and whatnot, but honestly—? ] More practically speaking, I wouldn’t have found much use for the harp if it were not useful in battle as well. But there you have it.
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We have stories like that as well. Stories and legends.
[The Hero of Time was said to use music in his exploits, calling on the forces of time, weather, the sages of the elements. Zelda heaves a sigh, chiding herself for this nostalgia. It has been a while. The woman's next comment is startling in its practicality, and Zelda finds herself laughing in response.]
I think I may have been more interested if I could find applications for the harp besides merely sounding pretty. But in the end I would have still tried to put it aside in favour of my research.
[She settles her hands on her knees, and decides to ask the question that's been circling her mind.]
If you don't mind my asking... would you be from Hyrule?
[Anyone else, and she would ask where they're from rather than preempt it. Only, Zelda has a feeling... that this woman must be from Hyrule.]
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Zelda is just about to inquire further in regards to what research someone so young can be conducting, but then she mentions that. Hyrule.
Surprise crosses her features for all but an instant, soon replaced by a look of understanding. The familiarity, the similarities, the sense that she is speaking with someone she knows-- it all converges. Zelda sets down the harp to her side, the legendary instrument all but forgotten in this meeting with another living legend. ] Indeed. [ She says, a warm smile gracing her lips. She brings up a hand slowly, placing it upon her breastplate right above her heart. ] And my name, I suspect, ...is the same as yours.
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She is kneeling opposite someone from the legends. She sits with someone who has played her role, fought her battles.
It's a thrill and a terror all at once.]
...Zelda.
[It comes out as hardly more than a whisper. Her nerves jangle under her skin but Zelda finds herself smiling shakily all the same. How can this be? What can she even say?]
It's incredible to even say... but it's an honour to meet you.
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The blue in her eyes shines with a newfound excitement and warmth; it's like reuniting with a long lost family member, a sister of sorts, her blood and her legacy. For while she has met many heroes and heroines from across the eras, she has never seen another Zelda. ] You're too kind. [ She replies graciously, motioning towards the other with her hand. ] Truly, the honor is all mine.
[ She then looks over the other once more, head slightly tilted, eyes thoughtful. Then she'll reach out to her to take a hand in hers. ] I would ask what are the chances of meeting in an entirely different world... But, perhaps, it was by design that we have.
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She bows her head a bit when Zelda takes her hand, looking at her fingers with a mix of awe and a desperate desire to cling to practicality. This is really happening, fantastical though it is.]
What are the chances of being in another world to begin with? [She raises her head, meeting Zelda's blue eyes with her green.] There is much here that defies belief. We sit in a park on a moon, far away from home.
[She could go on and on about the specifics of that, the science behind it, her theories on what could be possible in Hyrule. Caution seals her lips.]
You think this isn't coincidence.
[Truly, she can't believe it is either. What coincidence could do something like this?]
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They are similar in both name and title, and she's sure that as princess they would have similar enough upbringings in regards to preparing to succeed the throne. The banality of court etiquette, the tension of politics, the triviality of forms to sign, the tiresome nights spent looking over tax codes and regulations... the simutaneous fear and hope for the future of their land. Yet their hands are so different from each other's. Distinct. Unique. She can't help but wonder just what sort of tale this one bears to be so unalike her own. ] Yes.
[ She says as if she can cherish the word itself for this meeting. ] I also believe that... [ Zelda raises their hands so that they are between the both of them, letting her palm overlay the other Zelda's as if they were mirrored. ] ...we have always known each other, but have simply forgotten over the course of time.
[ She means this spiritually of course!! But hey, this Zelda does have a rather mystical aspect to her. ]
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She watches Zelda raise their palms together with a flush in her cheeks, feeling an ache at the woman's words. To imagine that she could be so similar to this other player of fate, instead of looking to those ancient figures with creeping despair at not measuring up... it's a high bar for Zelda to cross. She can't deny the deep, calm sense of the familiar between them though. It was what she had felt the first time her power had finally ignited. Familiar, despite being wholly new and unexpected.]
Over time... perhaps. But our times are different, are they not? For me it feels as though I'm meeting someone from-- a story. A legend. [Her lips twist wryly.] One that I know by heart, of course.
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But she doesn't have to explain that further, she thinks, for their legend is as old as the mountains. ] I have had the pleasure of meeting many heroes and heroines from across the ages, but never another one of us. I've always imagined it would be like meeting with a long lost relative and... [ She looks over the other Zelda with the same amount of awe and respect. ] Goodness. [ She says with a breath. ] It truly is like meeting a sister.
[ And one that she suddenly wishes to dote on. Prepare yourself. ] Are you... well, here? How are you faring? I see you are without armor [ And weapons? But this Zelda will wonder if the other is capable of summoning them to her like she can. ]-- it hasn't been too dangerous in this place alone, I hope?
[ So many questions. ]
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A mechanical device, if I'm not mistaken.
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[ But How does it work... She’s just about to take it apart when she seems to recall just where she is and what she’s doing, and stops to look at the stranger that’s greeted her. ] Do you happen to know what they are called? [ She will give him a friendly enough smile, but she won’t recognize him as Hylian if he has his ears covered. ]
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I believe they're known as flashlights, Your Highness.
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You know what a flashlight is, and you know who I am. [ She observes, her tone even as she lets the batteries of the flashlight fall into her free hand. She supposed that anyone might make the assumption she is royal since she is wearing a crown, but her status isn’t something that is officially recognized as anything important in an entirely different world. That he regards her with her title is telling...
Yet something remains off to her, although she cannot quite tell what it is just yet.
Zelda inspects the batteries before replacing them; looking further into the subject of flashlights and the technology of this world will have to wait for now. She turns to fully face him, lifting her chin up as she looks over him, a hand going behind her back. Her stance bears an allusion to the military, if nothing else. ] Will you not introduce yourself, then?
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Who me?
[ He chuckles, cheery and bright. ]
I'm no one special. Just a shopkeeper. You can call me Ravio.
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And you are of Hyrule, I presume? [ She would guess that he is, if he recognizes her or the crest that she wears. And while she knows others can become nervous around her, her tone remains expectant with him. She’s looking for concise answers, because the more the knows the better she’ll be able to proceed from here. ] Perhaps this may come across as a strange question to you, but from what era do you hail?
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Oh, a few centuries after the defeat of Ganon in the Dark World.
[ Lorule, he almost says. It wasn't always dark. It deserved better. She deserved better. ]
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She begins to pace, her braided hair flowing behind her like a ribbon. ] That is not a point in time of which I am familiar... At least not yet. [ More pacing.
And then she stops, turning to him: ] What is this Dark World, and how does one travel to it from Hyrule? [ She wonders if it is like the Twilight Realm— in that it has always existed, but has simply remained separated. In which case, the Dark World could very well exist in her own as well. ]
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You would need a great deal of magic. Which not many possess.
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If this Dark World exists in my own era, and if there is a potential that Ganon has or will ever be sealed in it, or even if there is a risk for those of the Dark World to invade Hyrule-- [ She leans in slightly, her voice lowering. ] You absolutely must tell me. [ Zelda doesn't fuck around when it comes to making sure Hyrule will stay safe. They've lost too much already.
She straightens up, but her gaze remains fixed on his. ] I do not know if I will remember what I am told here back at my home, but on the slim chance that I will, I would want to know. Do not withhold anything you know of it, especially when it can be used to help others. The good people of Hyrule, the fathers, brothers, and sons that fought for it... they deserve all that we can give to ensure their peace.
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( no, not really, if he had just been a little bit stronger )
He tugs at the hood once more. ]
I would never dream of it. But I am not worried. After all, the good hero of Hyrule, Link, will overcome any obstacle.
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This young man knows something, and he's not sharing it with her. And that? That bothers her. Not because he's slighting her in any way, but because there is so much at stake at home. It might be a little bit before she continues the conversation, and when she speaks next her voice is soft, a bit sorrowful as well. ] Link... as capable as he is, is no panacea to war and famine, Ravio.
[ There's a breath. ] He is as fallible rest of us. [ She had to experience that first hand when Ganondorf completely decimated them both on the field at one point. ] Putting the entirety of the world's prosperity upon his shoulders is not only unfair to one mortal man, but short-sighted. I believe in him as the Hero as much as anyone, yes, and hope has its place in trying times. [ She'd hate to sound as if she's coming across as dismissive. ] However if you are not worried, allow me to caution you otherwise.
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