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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!
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-- he opens his mouth and calls her short. She pulls back and smacks him on the upper arm, still grinning so there's no malice. ]
Don't go saying I "got short," when what really happened is you got tall.
[ Her hand drops to take hold of his, and she turns so they can walk side by side. ]
Tell me everything. I want to know what I've missed.
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Even if she disappears, he got to hold his mother's hand.
Poe looks down at her (surreal, off-kilter, to see the top of her head and not up her nose), unsure of where to start or what to say. He feels shy, almost. A kid again.
There's one thing he has to know before he can say anything else. One thing he has to know whether or not to avoid. ]
What's the last thing you remember?
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I was at home, with your father. With you. [ She squeezes his hand, leaning into his shoulder with a wide smile still on her face. ] We were outside, enjoying a sunny day. You were playing under the tree-- the one Luke Skywalker gave us, the Force sensitive one. I was sitting nearby, watching the glow from the tree reflected on your face as you flew your toy A-wing through the air.
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He remembers the toy. He remembers the faint glow of a tree he didn't know was special until he almost killed it. (Note to self: don't tell her that part. Maybe later.)
His mother leans against him and he has to keep moving, because if he stops, he might start crying and he won't be able to stop. She doesn't need that. He doesn't need that. There's a pressure in his throat that's hard to speak through.
He almost asks how old he was. Is? He wants to know how close they were, how much time they had left. He wants to reach back to that kid and tell him to be good for his mother, tell him to be kind and to do what she says and not to whine about when it isn't fun.
Trust me, kid. You'll be glad you did.
He wants to tell that little boy it doesn't matter how good he was, his mother would have had to leave him either way. ]
I-- [ Poe cuts himself off. What's even safe for him to say? He already had to tell Cassian and by extension Jyn about the renewal of war in the galaxy. That, her death. Those are the things that press at the forefront of his mind, making it hard to remember the good that happened in between. ]
I joined the New Republic Navy. [ It's a place to start. A safe place. ] Academy at eighteen, soon as they let me join.
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She laughs at this new information. ] I knew it! I told your father, as soon as I took you up in my A-wing, I knew you would grow up to be a pilot.
[ She's so proud of him in this moment. Look at what her little boy has become. Her heart beams, and so does her smile. ]
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[ He doesn't realize the implication: neither did she. ] Oh, you have to meet BB-8! He's my droid, he's probably with Finn--you need to meet him too, he's amazing.
[ And Holdo, and Paige, and-- ] Leia's here-- I mean, she's a little older than when you knew her, but I'm sure she'd love to see you. She wrote to us when....
[ His mouth hangs open around the words when you died. All at once, that reality is back and just as inescapable as it's always been. He swallows, reaching up to run the chain of his necklace between his fingers, the ring still hidden under his shirt.
He glances at her hand and sees the ring there like a shock from a live wire. This is his mother. She's going to die. His dad is going to give him that ring. He's going to wear it every day and night for fourteen years.
He's not going to be able to lie about it, is he? He can't protect her. Not from this.
And then he's thinking about John's friend, here before he ever died.
There's gotta be a way to keep it from happening. Even if it changes things, it has to be worth it. There's magic here, tech from a thousand universes, people from nearly as many.
There's got to be a way.
He presses his face into her hair, briefly dizzy with the smell of soap and spice so familiar he forgot that it was special. ] I missed you. I really, really missed you.
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I want to meet all your friends, Poe. [ Or is this Finn more than a friend? It's hard to tell when all she has to go off of is, "he's amazing." Her eyebrows raise slightly at the comment about Leia. ] You're on first name terms with the princess, are you?
[ But then the way he cuts himself off has her worried. Princess Leia wrote to them when... When what? He presses his face into her hair and she squeezes his hand firmly, recognizing this tactic from when Kes was trying to avoid a subject he didn't want to talk about.
Like father, like son. ]
I'm right here, Poe. What is it? You can talk to me.
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He also can't help thinking about his fight with Leia and Rey. His disastrous move against the dreadnaught. His conflict with Holdo, his mutiny. His war. There's so much he wants to tell her and so much he wants to ask.
She's right there. He can talk to her. ]
Mom.... [ He struggles, wrestling with the words you died. He can't say them. Instead he takes his hand back from hers, reaches for the chain around his neck, and lifts it off to show the ring hanging at the end.
If that's not enough, the broken look on his face might be. ]
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There's a series of emotions that play on her face next.
Intrigue. Whose ring is this, that he sees fit to wear with him everywhere he goes.
Recognition. That's her ring. The same one that's on her finger right now.
Confusion. Wait... if her ring is around his neck, then that means...
Realization. ...Then that means it isn't on her finger anymore.
Despair. Or her finger isn't there for it to be on.
Fear. How long does she have? Until that ring finds its way from her finger to his neck?
Resignation. No. This is her chance to see her son all grown up. Possibly her only chance to see him this way. She isn't going to lose that opportunity to grief.
She pulls herself together, and nods. Subconsciously, her now free hand finds its way to her other one, touching the ring to make sure it's still there. ]
How long? ...Has it been, for you.
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Twenty-four years.
[ It doesn't even occur to him to lie, to say that it's been less time, to spare her the fact that she died young. She's his mom. He can't lie to her. He's never been any good at it. Never. ]
Dad gave it to me when I went to the Hosnian Naval Academy.
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[ She's seen him cry before, but that was over skinned knees and the perceived unfairness of playtime being over too soon. The tears of a three year old. They seem so far away now, and so meaningless when faced with these tears.
She herself is tearing up, she realizes distantly, but she pushes that thought aside and reaches up to wipe away Poe's tears with her thumbs, hands cradling either side of his face, holding onto him as some desperate way to reassure him that she isn't gone. ...Yet, anyway. ]
Oh, baby. Poe. My darling. Please don't cry. I'm... I'm so sorry I left you. I never wanted to...
[ But of course she didn't want to leave him. She retired from the Alliance for him. For Kes. For their family. She wanted to spend the rest of her life with them. She just... had imagined that would be a little longer. ]
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God, her voice. He never thought he'd hear her speak again.
With his face pressed against her, he even remembers her smell. That unique special something people seem to carry with them. Soap, shampoo, engine grease, perfume, whatever it is. It smells like home. ]
I know. I know you didn't.
the body language in this icon is right but the facial expressions are too happy
Distantly, she wonders what things Poe has seen. He enlisted in the Navy... Were there more battles to fight, after the fall of the Empire? But she pushes that thought from her mind, focusing instead on shushing Poe quietly until she can feel his breathing evening out, running her fingers through his hair. It's longer than Kes', softer. More like her own unruly curls. Even with tears in her eyes, she smiles. He really is the perfect balance of both of them. ]
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He wants to tell her everything. Every struggle he had in the Academy, every fight with his COs over the emerging threat of the First Order, every loss the Resistance suffered, every loss the galaxy has witnessed.
He can't do it. He could barely do it with Cassian. He can't do that to his mom. He can't keep it from her forever, he can't protect her forever, but for as long as possible, as long as he can go without telling her about Finn's origins, Rey's mission, Leia's fight, he will. ]
We both miss you. Dad and me. He's not married, he never got married, not after you.
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Tell me about your friends. Finn, your droid... I want to hear about all of them.