riverview: march test drive meme

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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 19 Character Slots available.
● Reserves will open on April 15 at 10:00 pm EST. Applications will be open from May 1-7.
● 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: a river rising

Things have been pretty calm around the Quarantine for a month or two, since the behemoth herd was shut down - aside from a bit of emotional trauma brought on by the holograms that swarmed the city last month, everything's been pretty smooth sailing through Sampremi season. And of course, as anyone who's been in the Quarantine for more than a few months knows, nothing is ever that easy.

With spring rolling in and winter rolling out, there's been a lot of rain on the moon. Usually, that's not a really big problem, since the Quarantine historically doesn't have a lot of problems with flooding. This year, though, the water is rising exponentially, much faster than it has in almost the entire known history of the city. It starts to get noticeable around the 20th, with the water levels rising over a foot, and it keeps going faster and faster as the days move on. By the first of the month, the water has risen to flood out the two city blocks on either side of the river, forcing hundreds of people from their homes. The problem is even worse near the point that the river exits the city walls and starts winding its way into the Abandoned City, with the flood washing away many of the ramshackle buildings in the area and shorting out the laser fences in the area, leaving the city vulnerable to attack by water.

This month's mission? Form teams of explorers to head either up or down the river, braving the dangers from flooding and whatever monsters might be attracted to all the noise and panic, to try to find the source of the highly unusual flooding.

MOD NOTE: I will be playing around with the cause and fallout of the flooding throughout this and the next TDM. Feel free to have characters explore and find various options for what might be causing it, and if you have a good idea in a thread, send a link via PM to the mod account, and I'll see how many ideas I can weave into the solution!

prompt ii: you're a lizard, scary

Remember that bit in the last prompt about the monsters attracted by the noise and panic in the city, and also about the fences being compromised around where the river exits the city? Well, that turns out to be a really big problem throughout the end of March and until the flooding is resolved. Some new 'residents' will start showing up, crawling out of the river with scaly grins - giant crocodiles and carnivorous toads, and nasty giant bugs, oh my! Almost any amphibious, reptilian, bug, or water monster you can think of will be clambering up the banks of the river, scooting through the mud, and hunting anyone who ventures too close to their overflowing homes.

The city will be making a general call out to any fight-capable people who are willing to form temporary reserve units of the Perimeter Guard to help patrol the edges of the rising water and keep the monsters at bay. Join up with these, fight them on your own, or just keep away from the water. The choice is up to you.

prompt iii: disaster relief

It's not just fighters that can help with the disaster - there's also a citywide call out for volunteers to help out with disaster relief for the hundreds of people who have been displaced from their riverside homes. Whether you're commanding magic or science or just a hand to help out, your help will be more than welcome.

Volunteers can help gather and distribute clothing, non-perishable food, and other supplies to displaced residents; they can help cook for the large soup kitchens and buffet breakfasts; they can help knock together and furnish temporary shelter for victims. There is also a call for any residents who may have extra space in their homes to house victims of the disaster, so whether your character is displaced or offering a helping hand, there's plenty to do around the Quarantine.

prompt iv: sampremi street market

While the disaster isn't exactly conducive to celebration, most of the merchants participating in the Sampremi street market (some nsfw content at the link) are doing a philanthropic spin on their usual booths. Most of the booths are offering free food and household items or clothing to residents who have been displaced by the flooding, offering free games, and accepting donations to help support the victims. They've also cleared out space in the market for victims and volunteers to rest and recuperate.

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.

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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!

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[Aftermath by Thomas Ho; bonus reference art Flooded Out by Jeff Jumper]

Comments

hera syndulla | star wars rebels

[firstrebel]

A; lizard madness

[ Well, at least this is something. She can't fly her ship, she can't lead her squadron, she can't fight the Empire, but at least she can kick some lizard butt? Or something. Hera isn't being too picky about what she takes her aggression out on right now, honestly.

She fires her blaster at a big bug, sending it careening into the mud created by all the rain. Then a drop-kick right into the mandibles. Clearly, she knows her way around a fight. Unfortunately, as focused as she is on the bug, she doesn't seem to have noticed the lizard climbing up out of the water behind her. Maybe help a girl out? ]

B; Relieve yourself;

[ It doesn't take much to rope Hera into the humanitarian aid side of things, either. She might be a little prickly, but she's not about to stand by and watch while innocent people suffer. She's seen enough of that for one lifetime. So here she is, stopping by merchant stalls and offices and maybe even residential neighborhoods, door-to-door. She stands out in this crowd, with her green skin and head-tails. You can stare all you want, as long as you offer up some canned goods for the cause. ]

Hi there. We're collecting items for disaster relief in the city. Have you got anything you can donate today?

C; Friendr

	Friendr
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	» Age: I'm not telling you that. » Seeking: Allies » Preferences: Absolutely not. » Interests: I like to fly. » Bio: I'm a General in the Rebel Alliance. Everything else is need-to-know.
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	General Hera Syndulla
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c;

[bastardofipswich]

you know... your friendr isn't very friendly

friendr

[hoardseggos]

You can fly?

[Important question, ok.]

✔

[thescoundrel]

Allies? Are we at war, or are you just one of those military women who can't walk away from the life? Live a little.

luke skywalker ( star wars )

[xwing]

( friendr )

	Friendr
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	» Age: 23 » Seeking: Friends, I guess? » Preferences: No particular preference. » Interests: Flying, droids, Jedi lore. » Bio: Jedi, commander of Rogue Squadron. I'm from Tatooine, so I hate the cold. I can fly basically anything, but I'm a terrible dancer and people tell me my sabacc face is bad, too.
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( ii )

[ honestly, big scary monsters with huge teeth aren't exactly unusual in the galaxy luke is from, and luke himself has been at the mercy of them on more than one occasion. still, this just happens to be a combination of factors that he's not exactly thrilled about.

rain by itself is pretty amazing in reasonable limits, even after years off tatooine. when it's like this, though, coming down in sheets and flooding everything, it's miserable and overwhelming and still a little bit scary to a guy from a desert planet. and then there's the giant scaled dragon-like animals with all the teeth, which seem to thrive in the flooded conditions.

altogether, it makes for a wet, miserable-looking blond perched neatly in a spot where he can act as a look-out. there's a parka draped over him to keep the worst of the water out, his lightsaber in his lap and a few fallen bits of stone spinning in the air in some kind of game he's playing to keep himself occupied. he looks like he could really use a cup of caf. ]

( iv )

[ markets this big still occasionally manage to overwhelm luke, but he seems to be doing okay this evening. with a break in the rain and his volunteer duties on the perimeter guard, he's decided to check out some of what the market offers and to see if there's anything he can help out with.

for a while, then, he can be found running supplies back and forth for various booths or collecting donations with a charming, slightly bashful smile. eventually, though, he really does just wind up wandering the market, looking at what's on offer--and getting flustered at some of the more.. exotic items--and trying some of the food samples.

if you're lucky(?), you might wind up with a black-gloved hand suddenly in your field of vision, half of some kind of sweet bread held carefully between his fingers. beyond it, he's smiling a little, not quite shy as he offers it out. ]

I was told you're supposed to share this, so. Would you like this half?

ii!

[spellslots]

[The good thing about his primary weapon being an umbrella is that it does, in fact, double as an honest to gods umbrella. The downside is that it's only useful while not in the middle of a fight, so while he currently has it up over his head to keep the rain off, Taako is still pretty much soaked from his earlier tussle with an oversized crocodile. The plus side of that is the fact the rain manages to wash off most of the blood.

He's a glass cannon, these things happen.

What Luke might be happy to know is that he does have coffee. Another plus. Taako drops down unceremoniously next to someone who, to him, still looks a bit like a kid, and holds out a warm thermos.]

You look fucking wretched, my dude, here.

[He's a helper.]

[millenials]

✔

how terrible a dancer?

ii

[firstrebel]

[ The Force must be with him or something, because lo and behold, a thermos of caf is presented to him, held by an equally-miserable looking Twi'lek, her lekku covered as best she could manage by the hood of her poncho which was clearly not designed for it. ]

Here. I grabbed an extra.

[ She's clearly sympathetic, if also a little emotionally distant. If Luke has been observant, she hasn't talked much to the others here, and it could almost be argued has actively avoided the young Jedi. ]

friendr,

[bythehand]

✔

Wait, does that mean you do like the weather on Tatooine?

[ He could pull a whole thing and swoop in like "oh man you're Luke Skywalker, I'm from the future," or he could find something arguably petty to use as an icebreaker instead. Sometimes Finn likes to keep it simple.

Also wow I'm super late to this and that's my bad fam. ]

Eleven | Stranger Things

[hoardseggos]

a. prompt ii

[Eleven is very much able to take care of herself most of the time. She's also just a little girl, 13 years-old. She's soaking wet and staring up at a giant crocodile, its teeth in a grin. She feels a thrill of terror run through her, heart beating fast.

She glances around quickly and spots a decently big rock. And then she's staring at it hard, with a dangerous look in her eyes. The rock rises from the ground, floating in the air, and then she whips her head back toward the crocodile. The rock follows, getting lodged in the creature's eye. It thrashes a little, and then it's really angry. Her eyes get round, a drop of blood trickling from her nose.]

b. prompt iii

[Being flooded out of your home pretty much stinks. Eleven bursts into the volunteer shelter, soaked through and breathing hard as she pushes the door shut. Her hair curls at the edges where it's wet. She wanders in, feeling out of place as she looks around. She sees a buffet and makes a beeline for it, silently grabbing a plate and putting food on it. Living on your own isn't very easy, she's come to realize.

Later, she's eaten her last spoonful of soup. She's sitting in the corner, where she can observe everyone, her hair starting to dry in curls. She looks up as you pass by, curious eyes meeting yours. Suddenly, she speaks up.]

Do you have space?

[She means in your home. For her.]

c. friendr

	Friendr
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	» Age: 13 » Seeking: Friends » Preferences: No » Interests: Eggos, tv, music » Bio: I don't know what to put here.
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	Eleven
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✔ @s.uris

[stantheman]

What do you like to watch on tv?

Shuri | Black Panther

[whatarethose]

[ PRE-PROMPT i & ii - OUTFITTING ]

[New or not, Shuri is unable to sit by and do nothing while the city floods. She springs into action and finds a way where she can help. She doesn't have a lot of materials on her. She has her bracelet and the weapons she had used when helping her brother but there seems to be more than a few labs and technical locations where she can pull together some materials.

She works quickly, using the next six hours to assemble tools that cold help. Shuri starts by dismantling one of the beads in her bracelet in order to extract the vibranium in it and use it over a wide collection of items. Her creations range from high-tech grappling hooks to tasers that won't break in water or electrocute its user and can be used against the creatures swimming through the greats. She also has sensors sent up in each device, that allow her to collect the data for future use, and ways to communicate with each user through her bracelet.

She can be found tinkering in one of the tents but when she's done she calls to the nearest person walking by.]

You. [She points to someone who's clearing getting ready to go out into the fray.] Come here. You'll need this. It'll help.

[Shuri will quickly run out of materials and ways to help but she hopes that her handful of devices are able to make a difference.]

[ PROMPT iii - DISASTER RELIEF ]

[Once she's finished with her first task she finds more mundane ways to help. Shuri loves technology, it's a part of who she is, but she knows that a people need more than fancy gadgets to be great. They need to be able to pull together and lend a hand wherever the work is.

She spends the rest evening and well into the night passing out food and blankets. Shuri can't offer places to stay but she calculates the flood areas and pin points safe areas of the city to help residence find somewhere to wait out the chaos. Her own bed is in some communal place though she doesn't feel right leaving these people with no place to sleep.

Shuri works until she's exhausted and then grabs a quick nap behind the booth she's helping at. After that she'll get back to lending a hand.]

[ PROMPT v - FRIENDR ]

	Friendr
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	» Age: 18 » Seeking: friendship » Preferences: n/a » Interests: Technology, fixing white boys and teasing my older brother. » Bio: I am the princess of Wakanda, the head of the Wakandan Design Group and the Wakandan Outreach Center.
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	Shuri
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friendr;

[bastardofipswich]

fixing white boys? like ✂️✂️✂️ 'fixing'?

Ava Orlova | Red Vengeance | Riverview CRAU

[krasnaya_vdova]

i. returning

[She's... back. It's not really surprising after everything that happened, but it feels like so much more time has passed than really has. She dresses a little smarter, a little less like a street orphan, long hair pulled back into a ponytail. She doesn't really have a plan, anywhere to go, so she stops by the coffee shop. There are names and faces, people she probably owes explanations to, but that's for later.

For the moment, she just buys a cup of coffee and a cherry danish and sits by the window, watching the flow of people. She wonders if the people she knew are all still here, wonders how many of them are mad at her for leaving. She does want to at least check in on them, and there are a couple she feels like she owes apologies to.

She doesn't know what to do about Natasha. She pretends that things are easy, a smile at someone that happens to look her way. Maybe it's a joke, maybe she's serious, it's hard to tell:]

You come here often?


ii. lizard hunting

[When the chaos happens, as it always inevitably does, Ava lets herself be drawn into it. She doesn't answer the Perimeter Guard's call, but she helps.

It's uncomfortable, feels like ashes on her tongue. She doesn't wear a costume now, but she's there helping people. Putting herself between the threat and everything else. To anyone that's seen her fight before, there's a shift to it. She's more vicious, but mostly more reckless. Before she had two swords, but now one is shorter, more a sort of curved long knife. Her eyes still glow bright blue.

The way energy bites through scales and flesh is heavy on the air. Blood wet on her fingers, and it's all twisted in her chest. Before there was less weight to it, but she can't help thinking that she's a monster, too. Where's the difference, really? Scales, compared to energy that dances blue and electric. She used to think there was a difference between monsters and people, now she's not sure where she fits on that line.]

Hey. You okay over there? [Her voice is low, quiet as she calls to the person she'd caught a glimpse of as the lizard lunged for a shadow. She doesn't want to call anymore attention than they have to.]


iii. disaster relief

[She volunteers to help with setting up shelters. It's quiet work, which she likes, but it's raining, which isn't the most conducive to construction projects. But with the flooding, there's not much choice: they need additional shelters, and they need them fast. She even uses her powers as she can, far less shy about it than she's been before. She's still shaky on her control, but a little bit better now, enough to be useful in this sort of situation.

And she might be quiet, but she does check in on other people from time to time, pausing to offer someone a bottle of water. Her bright red hair makes her pretty easy to pick out, and there's something effortless to how she moves. She doesn't explicitly take charge, but she's there if people need her, working on getting the roof into place as the rain pounds on corrugated metal.]


iv. wildcard!

[Hit me up with whatever. Instead of settling into the residential building, she'll settle into a car of the SkyTram in the abandoned area. Any of her prior CR that had her most-recent username can text her, or just run into her anywhere, literally or figuratively. She'll definitely check out the street market at some point.]

[ i ]

[dothelokimotion]

[ For a long moment, Loki simply stands there in front of her, his face impenetrable. Is he angry? He couldn't say for sure. It certainly rankles, deep down, tugging at his insecurities. He had cared for her. Loved her as much as someone like him was capable of.

But none of those things truly matter in the end. Loki knew that too. With fluid grace, Loki pulls up the chair. ]

At times. I have a taste for iced coffee.

Astrid Hofferson | How to Train Your Dragon

[stormflit]

	Friendr
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	» Age: You do know it's rude to ask a lady that, right? » Seeking: People I can count on » Preferences: Not interested » Interests: Dragons, sparring, training » Bio: Don't mess with me or the people I care about and we'll be good.
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	Astrid Hofferson
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Prompt ii

[ So, these lizards? Astrid can't say she's a fan. When she'd first been asked to help keep the 'monsters' at bay, she'd half expected...well, she's not sure. Dragons or something like them? The need to pull out some of her training knowledge?

Regardless, she has a job and she's here to do it. Taking higher ground, she sends Stormfly out to flank the group of insects. She'd gotten a nasty scratch during her first run-in with them, but at least she came away from it with a better understanding of their movements.

She jumps down, slashing at the nearest one with her ax. ]

Stormfly, now! [ And she leaps out of the way as the dragon releases a spine shot. ]

Prompt iii

[ Between fights, Astrid flys through some of the more damaged areas, looking for anyone that might need help, be it with reinforcements, escape, or anything else of import. She even has some blankets and food tied to Stormfly's saddle, should someone need them and be unable to easily get to where the relief efforts are stationed.

Whenever she spots someone from above she swoops in low, her dragon landing near enough to speak but far enough away not to cause alarm. ]

Need some help?

Wildcard

ii. yells really loudly

[thisisamazing]

[Hiccup only works part-time with the Surveyors, but he's been called in to help the other flight-capable folks to deal with the creatures crawling out of the water. Well, they didn't really have to call him. He volunteered. He and Toothless have been patrolling along the water, driving them back into the water with well-timed shots and seamless maneuvers, man and dragon working as one unit.

All of a sudden, Toothless perks, his attention grabbed, and he veers off their original course. Frowning, Hiccup trusts him, lets him - he's glad he did when he spots the familiar blue scales of a Deadly Nadder down below. His breath catches in his throat, but he manages to get out,] Toothless, plasma blast! [A burst of purple light sends a creature reeling back where it had been approaching her side, and the Night Fury wheels through the air to make their landing nearby. He's already swinging out of the saddle and drawing his sword, face alight with the happiness he can't quite hide, despite the battle.]

You seem like you have this covered, but-

Lyndon | Diablo III

[thescoundrel]

II. you're a lizard, scary

Lyndon normally touted his runs of good luck, and he actually counted arriving here, in the Quarantine, away from a world recently decimated by demons and fallen angels as part of that. Even if it meant forstalling setting his past to rights, exacting revenge on his brother's murderer, and seeing to it his niece and nephew were cared for, it should have been a nice reprieve.

Apparently the gods had other ideas. On the taller side, but lithe and agile, navigating the flooded streets near the rivers proved to be easy for Lyndon. He'd grown up in the slums of a sea port merchant city, below sea level. His home neighborhood had flooded whenever the weather felt it was time for something potentially shiny and valuable to be swept from the better parts of town through the sewers and into the waiting grasp of the orphans in the slums. It was this mentality that took Lyndon to the river in the first place. Calls to arms were all well and good, and he didn't discredit the threats, making certain to bring his crossbow and plenty of bolts along with him for the trip.

And if he ended up slaying a few little nasties threatening the townsfolk, better for him. Maybe someone would reward him. Two bulbous, mottle-skinned toads with razor-sharp teeth rose out of the flood waters before him as he turned a corner, giving him pause. One lashed out with its sticky, dripping tongue while the others blinked too large eyes at him and hopped off to the right, out of sight. Lyndon skipped backward, hefting his large crossbow from his back as he did so and readying a crossbow bolt the size of a thick arrow, eyes flitting to the fortuitously newly-arrived other person momentarily before a smile touched his lips.

"I'm so glad you arrived!" He looked back toward the toads as the croaked loudly and began their awkward crawl/hopping closer. "Don't look now, but I believe these overgrown toads are looking to eat us. I hope you've got something fancy you can put between them and me. Us, that is."

v. friendr

	Friendr
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	» Age: Experienced? Why is this important? » Seeking: Adventure and excitement, a woman who uses her imagination to fill in the rest » Preferences: Do I prefer sex? Doesn't everyone? » Interests: Excitement, exploration, good talk, seizing opportunities, fine wine » Bio: I come from Kingsport, the City by the Sea! I've met merchants, sailors, nobles, and peasants, and I can weave you wonderful stories. I've also seen things that would turn a merchant marine's skin white.
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	Lyndon
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[likeacoupon]

Is Experienced another way to say you're an old pervert?

That said, if you want good wine you should come into the bar I work at. We have good wine, beer and a few other interesting spirits.

Galadriel | LOTR (books)

[inafadingcrown]

Elf vs Technology Round 1: GroundTram

[Arriving here has been a flurry of new experiences- something incredibly unusual for someone as old as Galadriel- but taking public transport has to be high on her list of the strangest. Not quite feeling up to braving the SkyTram (she's still a bit worried that it's going to go plummetting to the ground), she decides to chance the GroundTram.

It's a strange vehicle; she can only imagine how curious some of her more mechanically minded relatives would have been. Even she can't help but be a little intrigued. She doesn't waste all day staring at the thing, but she definetly does give it a more careful lookover than most people probably do and spends a bit more time watching the cars come and go before she finally steps onto one herself.

It's a very good thing that she is holding on to something when the tram begins to move. She was not expecting it to go from a full stop to its full speed quite so quickly. She keeps her balance well enough, but, embarassingly, she can't help but make a little startled noise.]


Prompt iii: Disaster Relief

[Galadriel began finding ways to help almost as soon as she arrived- it's her nature, both to give aid when she can and to keep herself busy. She's handed out supplies, sweet talked a few local businesses into donating, even stepped up to help cook in the soup kitchen (yes, she can cook. She just...rarely does).

As a healer, she also keeps her eye open for anyone who might need her, whether they have a minor scrape from helping evacuate people from the flooding or something more serious from fighting the creatures by the river. Anyone who catches her her eye will get pulled aside with a quick nod to the wound and a simple-]

Let me tend to that. [Are you going to argue with her?]


Friendr

	Friendr
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	» Age: I would have to think on it. Older than most. » Seeking: Friendship » Preferences: I am a woman wed. » Interests: Music, gardening, politics, languages, 'magic,' for lack of a more concise term. » Bio: Brevity is not among my gifts. Ask if there is aught you wish to know; I will answer, within reason.
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	Galadriel
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iii

[sweetlies]

[Ciel has been doing much the same but he lacks the skill to help with injuries or illness. Instead, he's had tea and coffee and food brought from the cafe to provide for volunteers and victims alike.

He's gotten a warm sweater, trousers, a plain medical-style patch, and long boots as he makes sure everyone who looks like they need a hot drink or a quick bite has something. And he's sure his father and Undertaker have gotten a chuckle out of his efforts.

In his attempts to avoid large groups and just general physical contact, he's managed to trip a couple times and earn a few scraps. On someone so small who already 'lacks an eye' it's probably more concerning to others than it is to Ciel.

So... yes. He is going to argue.] It's nothing I can't deal with when I go home this evening.

Ryan Fielding | OC (DnD)

[lykou]

ɪɪ. Gɪᴀɴᴛ Fʀᴏɢ: Mᴇᴅɪᴜᴍ ʙᴇᴀsᴛ, ᴜɴᴀʟɪɢɴᴇᴅ

[ Squaring up with a giant frog wasn't completely out of the ordinary for Ryan-- in fact, it was a bit of a welcome change of pace to the beasts of the Feywild. A frog he knew. A frog he understood, in the sense that he understood it wanted to eat him and that was about it. And when it was five or six giant frogs-- they were still frogs.

What was out of the ordinary was facing them alone. His journeys had rarely left him on his own, and even then, he had more often chosen the safe routes over traipsing through whatever wilderness was around him, in hopes of shaving an hour or two off. It wasn't worth it. He levels his halberd at it as it advances; as far as weapons went, it was an elegant affair of twisted dark metal widening into an axe-like head before tapering off into a spear-like point.

It served its purpose, anyway.

He spots someone else who he can only presume is patrolling the river as well, just up a ways, and calls out. ]

Hey! A little help over here?

[ He slashes out at two of the encroaching frogs, each felled with a giant gash; three more waddle out of the river to replace them. ]

ɪɪɪ. Gɪᴠᴇ ᴀ ʟɪᴛᴛʟᴇ ғᴏʀ ᴛʜᴇ sᴀᴋᴇ ᴏғ sᴛᴀʏɪɴɢ ᴛʀᴜᴇ

[ When it comes to giving back to the community (inasmuch as it had given to him, anyway), Ryan does what Ryan knows best, and that's how to be strong. He hefts large sacks of flour and rice over his shoulders, gathered from kind donators to bring to the communal soup kitchen.

When he arrives, it's about as busy as expected; he stands in the door, unsure of what to do for a moment, before he flags down the first person he sees who looks like they might be putting in some hours as well. ]

Uh. Delivery? Where can I put these?

ᴠ. Hᴏᴡ ᴅɪᴅ I ɢᴇᴛ ʜᴇʀᴇ I ᴀᴍ ɴᴏᴛ ɢᴏᴏᴅ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴄᴏᴍᴘᴜᴛᴇʀ

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[ ooc -- Apologies for placeholder PB icons! I'm still in the process of getting them inked and colored. ]

II

[umbrastaff]

[ A little help comes immediately as an elf jumps into the fray with a good initiative roll, casting magic missile right by Ryan's nose with some masterful spellshaping. It hits a frog dead on and it pretty much explodes. ]

Hello! Nice weapon!

[ Lup grins at him, fingers sparking a bit with lightning as she readies another spell. ]

Meg Murry | A Wrinkle In Time - spoilers ahoy

[loveconquers]

III; Disaster Relief

[ Meg was inherently a good person. It's how she was raised: to respect others and help when needed. Her time here was going to help her become strong enough to save her family and stop the It. Nothing like starting off fresh, leaving the burden of the past four years behind. While she wasn't a fighter, there were other ways to help.

There is a v. serious 13 year old carrying too many blankets down the street because she's got this. 100%. Just don't bump into her please and thank you. Working through that stubborn streak is gonna take some time and, like always, her heart is in the right place. Occassionally, when the load is too much, she tries to tesser back to the base that had been set up for supplies... Though she might miss and end up in someone's living room. Sorry, she's not that great at it yet. Don't mind her.

Later, she's warming up milk for cocoa because the motion always soothed her on stormy nights so dealing with hard times of their own, her brother's voice echoing in her mind about unexpected visitors and making more than they might need. Not to mention how much it was helping her - keeping her hands busy and allowing her mind to wander and begin to make a few new plans for her own goals. ]

IV; Sampremi

Youth Rave

[ Meg has never really been the popular girl that got to go to all the parties, that seemed more like Calvin than her. At least, it would have before she'd spent time with him and actually got to know him beyond her presumptions. Her family was important to her and just being a kid for a night had never really been in her wheelhouse of skills. Of course, that doesn't take long once the first color hits her clothes, blue catching a few of her curls and a smile finding its way to her lips as the euphoria of a sugar rush washes over her.

She's quick to get into the spirit, tagging a few other people with various colors before finding her way onto the dance floor. ]


Tech Expo

[ Now this was way more up her alley. Meg makes sure to take her time going from exhibit to exhibit, asking questions that surprise a few people given her age. However, they indulge her and it's a great way to pass an afternoon... Okay, day. Realistically. She knows herself and she knows if there's one person that would want to spend more time here than her, it's her father.

Meg spends some extra time giving the robot pets some extra attention, missing her own, and playing games. She definitely goes through a few escape rooms with whoever might be interested or missing a person in their group, and bending the phones a whole bunch because what? ]

V; Friendr

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iii

[thisisamazing]

[One of the living rooms she accidentally winds up in seems to be in a spacious, modern-rustic blend cabin, just on the edge of the city where wildlife is barely starting to take over. Whoops.

In the open, upstairs loft, something rustles, makes a curious sound, and... then there is a Night Fury, peeking over the edge to the downstairs living room, wide green eyes narrowing a little. Toothless warbles curiously, tail swishing, posture very much like a cat watching prey - shoulders hunched, head down, though his teeth aren't bared and he seems more inquisitive than hostile at the moment.

Sorry, Meg. Here be dragons. A dragon. Whatever.]

raleigh becket | pacific rim

[breakers]

[ ooc: haven't seen uprising so just playing from what's in the first movie ]

river rising:

[ It was safe to say Raleigh Becket was pretty much fed up with water. Oceans, rain, storms. And now a freakin' river. Great. He also didn't like the sound of creatures coming out of the flood waters. He found that more concerning than suddenly being on a moon where no one has heard of Jaegers or kaiju.

So, he's signing up to go out with one of the teams to find the source of the water rising. Even though he has to voice what should be obvious to everyone else, ]

Sure it's not just from all the rain?


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Floki | Vikings

[boats_n_hoes]

i: a river rising


[ Floki was curious more than anything else. Always standing just off to the side or at the back of the crowd until it best suited him. He was good at blending in, even in such a strange place full of strange people.

There was never any attempt to offer his services, nor to give his thoughts on what had and was causing the flooding. No, instead, Floki simply followed a small group at a casual distance, right into the Abandoned City and it's outer limit borders. This was like a dream, like a vision or a warning from the Gods, none of it felt real to Floki.

Perhaps his curiosity got the best of him? Causing him to lower his guard and show himself to the group he had been stalking like the cunning fox he was. A spark of blue electricity caught his eye, his wide, painted eyes. A breath left his lips, pushed hard from his chest as if he weren't permitted to breathe as if he was in the presence of the Gods themselves! Walking in a trance towards the sparking laser fence, making a gesture at his forehead with a palm and motion of fast moving fingers and a quick, quirky little sound, his acknowledgement of something amazing happening. A sign from Thor himself... But what did it mean!? ]

This flood is happening for a reason. Man should not meddle here, no.

[ Reaching out, almost touching the flicker of electricity that bounced around in the atmosphere around the fence. Laughing, the sound disjointed and unhinged as the spark snapped and stung at his wavering fingertips. A look of certainty and conviction as he turned to the group. ]

The Gods are here... They walk among us right now, we should leave well alone.


ii: you're a lizard, scary

[ Considering Floki has already been down to the perimeter of the overflowing rivers and considering he thought this event to be a precursor of something the Gods had in store, he was naturally lurking and looming around certain places. Places where people gathered and spoke freely, it was then that he learnt of the creatures that started to surface.

At first, Floki felt he shouldn't have anything to do with it! It wasn't his place to tamper with the doings and biddings of the Gods... Only, this sounded insane! He'd first thought it was Thor he had felt down by the Abandoned City limits, now? Now he has a sneaking suspicion that Loki was the God gracing them with his presence. Tricking them with illusions.

Still, strapping his Axe and Atz to their holsters (he wasn't the most traditional of fighters, but he was still just as skilled and handy as the next Viking!) Floki followed the commotion until he had seen the serpent-like creatures with his own eyes.

Frozen in place, part in awe and part fear. Floki would have to snap out of it if he wanted to avoid fighting them! As the longer he stood there and uttered in amazement under his breath, the more attention he was drawing from them! ]


iii: disaster relief

[ Everyone was doing their part to help. Gathering supplies, distributing them and helping anyone wounded or homeless. Floki even tried his hand in helping, it was the least he could do. ]

Here! This rune will help with your wounds.

[ Handing over a small stone he has caved with the symbol of healing, another he had carved was the same sigil often worn on the shields of Viking war parties, a protection rune.

It might not have made sense and Floki looked far from sane as he handed them out to people, but the intention was clear in his expression. He truly believed that these stones he had crafted were just as important and helpful as the next person's efforts. ]


vi: wildcard
[ ooc: I'm open to all and any ideas! Hit me up with a starter and I'll jump right on in!
Alternatively you can PM me on this journal or PP me at feathersandwax to plot and stuff! ]

ii

[ragnarsson]

[Ivar's been with the Perimeter Guard patrolling the rivers, beating back the scaly monstrosities that have appeared thanks to the floods. It's a lot of fun for someone as prone to violence as Ivar, letting him get out his anger on some beasts that actually deserve it.

Ivar's a bit further back than most. His wheelchair doesn't function well in the muddy, damp soil by the riverbanks. When he first sees Floki, it's his profile from the back. It stops him dead in his tracks. No, it couldn't be. But let's face it, there is not a single other person on the planet that was like Floki. It had to be him. And of course, he's facing down a monstrous crocodile big enough to tear in into small chunks in no time flat.

Ivar announces his presence by shooting an arrow directly into the eye of the giant scaly beast, one of the few weak spots he's been able to find on the beasts. It roars in pain, lashing back and forth in the shallows, churning up mud as it tries to remove the offending object that blinded it on one side.]

Get back over here before that thing eats you in two bites, you idiot!

[Yes, that is a Viking teen in a wheelchair with a bow and arrows insulting you, Floki. Though there's perhaps something a little familiar about him...just look at those eyes.]

Tahani Al-Jamil | The Good Place

[selflishness]

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Gambit | Marvel 616

[athiefalways]

You're a Lizard, Scary

There's nothing like coming to a new home, even if it's temporary, only to find out it's a lot like your actual home. At least it didn't require much acclimation, aside from the idea that he couldn't just leave and get back to his own form of hermitting in peace. That wasn't even all that new, the grand scheme of things. Not one to charge in to a fight without knowing all the stakes, Remy is actually keeping to lower balconies and overhangs as he nears the water's swiftly rising edges. The water itself concerns the cajun. Having grown up in the flood-prone city of New Orleans, he was aware of how quickly waters could rise, but there was something almost otherworldly about this particular flood.

That image might have been aided by the giant river beasts that seemed to be prowling the flood waters. Nasty toads with teeth, giant water bugs, what had to be the biggest croc he'd ever seen, and several snakes he'd rather stay the hell away from, thank you very much. He hadn't officially joined a scouting party, even though the city had put out a call for one, but he would join anyone who seemed to be looking to beat back the jungle, as it were, and not in such a way as to startle them. He was a pretty damned good scout, after all.

A warning about the flooded streets around the corner, for instance, and what he could see from above the waters. "mes amies, hold up a second. You got company waitin' for ya 'round that corner, and I seen some big alligators, but these got the blue ribbon."

friendr;

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[likeacoupon]

Are you any good at gambling or just a fan of word play?

Cassandra de Rolo | Critical Role

[ofwovenstone]

ii: you're a lizard, scary
Percy would be beside himself, Cassandra thinks, were he to be here and see her following the Vox Machina example of flinging oneself headlong into danger. Although trouble found them as often as they found it. But there were creatures attacking innocents, and she knows her way around weapons well enough to do something.

So she’s going to do it. And Percival never has to know.

It’s remarkably easy to arm herself before making her way closer to the riverfront. The sword feels familiar enough in her hand for her to find it comfortable. She really will have to find herself a more permanent weapon, after this.

A giant crocodile is not quite a dragon, but it certainly seems large enough to her when one finally crosses her path. “Oh, Pelor,” she murmurs softly, readying her blade.



(Later, after the fighting is finally done and the giant crocodile dealt with, a weary Cassandra finds a quiet place to sit, carding wet, white streaked hair out of her face with a quiet sigh. She is exhausted and muddy and soaked through, and more than a little bit bloody. But she’s had far worse injuries than this. It’s not fatal.)


iii: disaster relief
As a de Rolo, Cassandra was raised learning the finer details of politics, of running and ruling Whitestone. And she’d taken to it well. Even after... all that had happened, she still played a very large role in the day to day business of running the city.

Which is why helping to organize something as straightforward as disaster relief was far simpler. She hadn’t intended to take charge of the small area she’d found herself in, it had simply... happened as she’d fallen into the ease of noticing those looking lost or as though they were seeking something to do and guiding them to where they were most needed.

She’s been at it for she’s not quite sure how long at this point, she’s lost track. It doesn’t matter. It’s needed, so she works. And it’s not as though she’s not accustomed to working through exhaustion. She does it quite often for Whitestone. And while she hates being so removed from her people and her home, she has no teleportation magic to attempt to return.

So she’s here. And she’s doing what it is she can.


vi: wildcard

daisy johnson — agents of shield

[evite]

✈ these boots were made for stomping.

( bugs are nasty. sure, there's a politer way to phrase it, but at the end of the day? creepy crawly many-legged things should know better than to crawl up from the hell they escaped from, because daisy is absolutely dead set on stomping the life out of every single one. tiny bug? squish. bigger bug? squash. giant fucking crocodiles ready to bite the life out of the first unsuspecting victim they find? death would be too kind, really.

honestly, she would have signed up to patrol the perimeter just out of sheer desire to deliver a little violent justice to these gross ass bugs, but the fact that she's getting paid to do it just makes daisy feel that much better about the whole thing. that much more enthusiastic, even. so it really shouldn't surprise anybody at all that she's giddy as a girl in a candy shop while she's doing it, either. )

Take that, you nasty little — oh, no, I see you too! Get out of here!

( seriously, she might have a problem. )

✈ call me, beep me.

( thank god for small miracles. she might be in space, but at least there's a tinder knock-off. )

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✈ wildcard.

( y'all know the drill. )

[realists]

[ honestly jyn is content to just watch daisy go to town on all the creepy crawlies from the deep. she seems to has it all under control so jyn lets her blaster (mostly) fall, deciding she's going to let daisy take the lead.

when there is a moment of pause, jyn clears her throat. ]

Having fun?

rose lalonde | homestuck

[nitidus]

i. a river rising

[Rose is no stranger to odd places with odd happenstances. She has chosen to be here, though, which is a nice change from previous odd happenstances. However long she's been here, it's been long enough that she feels compelled to help with the problems caused by the rivers rising. And, though she hasn't said it out loud, she also does sort of want to see a monster. Perhaps out of macabre curiosity; a need for nostalgic familiarity for a time when she was much better at fighting them.

It's been a few years since her last monster-encounter.

Her help comes in the form of magic. Big things? Blasted away. Need a scout? She is one-step, already floating above to scan the area. ]

Ah yes. I think I see something four-legged just ahead. Very scaly. Do you binoculars?

ii. a network post

Good evening.

I wonder if I might bother the masses with a request: can anyone recommend some reading material?

ii. a friendr entry

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