riverview: august test drive meme

[riverviewmod]

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 84 Character Slots available.
● Reserves are currently OPEN and will close on September 1st. Applications are currently CLOSED and will open on September 1st at 10:00 pm EST.
● 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.

information resources
premise ● arrival ● setting ● exploration progress report ● ask a question ● calendar ● navigation

prompt i: tent cities

Recent events in the city have been...pretty overwhelming. A large influx of refugees from a dying planet have been being brought in by drop-ships and the government is doing the best it can to provide for them as much as possible. For now, since it is summer, the new arrivals will be housed in makeshift tent cities set up in Riverview Central Park as well as other smaller parks around the city, any spare empty lots, along the banks of the river, and in a few of the sports fields. The resources of the city are going to be taxed to their limit, and while the Capital World will be contributing funds and helping to get together building supplies, Riverview's intrepid citizens are going to have to find ways to supply more space to build shelters for the refugees, and more power to supply the electrical grid in the city. Thankfully, there are more than a few people in Riverview with that exploratory spirit, who are looking for solutions to the problem of space and energy.

However, it's not just the explorers that are able to help out the refugees. Any citizen who wishes, including brand new arrivals, is more than welcome to attend the tent cities where makeshift field hospitals have been set up with as many medical amenities as possible. While serious and life-threatening injuries or illnesses are taken to the Riverview Hospital, people who need first aid or more minor or moderate tending can attend the field hospitals and recover in their temporary homes. Volunteers are requested to help with many different tasks - medical staff to help heal the injured and ill, anyone capable to cook and serve at soup kitchens, members of the Perimeter Guard, police, or other capable fighters to secure the tent cities and make sure there's no violence or theft happening, and drivers and laborers to help bring supplies from the drop-ships and other parts of the city to keep the tent cities supplied. Of course, there are going to be a lot of other jobs that come up on the fly, so everyone is welcome.

additional ooc information

● The refugee aliens are called the Frysh; they are humanoid mammalian and have a similar internal physiology to humans, however, they look somewhat insectoid, with mandibles, slightly shiny skin that is smoother and harder to the touch than human skin, and delicate wings that aren't capable of carrying the weight of the body (they cannot fly). Their skin ranges from pale to dark gray, and they have mottled or spotted/freckled markings in a wide variety of warm earth tones on their faces, necks, backs, and the outside of the thighs; their blood is dark rusty brown and slightly more viscous than human blood; eye colors are very widely varied. Average height is 6 feet, and doesn't vary based on sex (the species has male/female/neutral). The aging process is similar to that of humans, and refugees come in all ages. The species is very high-tech, but the tech is mostly related to entertainment rather than weaponry, medical, etc. as the planet the species lived on was quite utopian and basic needs were always taken care of by tech that was left on the planet when it was destroyed.

● Characters who complete a thread for this prompt only before October 15th, and who are accepted into the game during the September or October application cycles are eligible for a thread reward. Please see the current exploration mingle for details on how Thread Rewards work and how to submit once you are accepted.

prompt ii: spore

What with all the teams combing the woods and jungle around the city, there's a lot more action going on outside the city walls than normal, and with all that activity, it's really only a matter of time before something unsavory is stirred up. Starting on August 20th, anyone in the city will notice a strange cloud of green-brown spores drifting slowly toward the inhabited area, and by August 21st it will be impossible to breathe without inhaling some of them. It doesn't take long for disposable filtration masks to start being handed out for citizens to use, but there aren't enough for everyone and even with the filtration masks, some of the spores may be able to get through, especially if the mask is older or in slight disrepair.

Any character who inhales the spores will find themselves changing just slightly. At first it's a sort of lethargy, with affected characters not wanting to do much of anything, even finding themselves stranded in public without the energy to get themselves home, at the mercy of passers-by to give them a hand. After a day or so of that, affected characters will find themselves getting back some of that energy but feeling...different. Slowly, affected characters' bodies are changing.

There's a wide variety of effects that characters can experience, in a variety of intensities - fungus starts sprouting on the body in various places and cannot be removed without pain, like they're part of the body; there's an intense desire to consume insects; characters' skin becomes slowly more damp and slimy, and in some cases excretes a substance that is either toxic or causes hallucinogenic effects; fingers and toes become webbed and the character finds themselves 'drying up' if they don't go take a nice soak in the river. There could be a host of others, but as long as the transformative effects are related to amphibians or fungus, the sky's the limit.

How much characters are affected is up to player discretion, the transformation can take as long or as short a time as desired, and the effects can last anywhere from a couple of hours to an entire month. While the effects do wear off naturally, by September 20th, an antidote will be spread among anyone still affected to ensure that no one is stuck in toadstool form for too long.

prompt iii: opposites attract

The refugees that have been flooding into the city were mostly comprised of families, and they hail from a high-tech world, which means that the kids brought along a lot of toys. One of the more common toys that the kids play with is a device used to play a game they call 'Push and Pull' - the device is a baton with a soft, glowing force shield bubble on either end, one red and one blue, which are each able to 'mark' a person so they become magnetic, as either the positive or negative pole of a magnet. Once a person is marked, they will either be magnetically drawn to or repulsed by other people who have been marked. People marked with a positive pole will be drawn to people with a negative pole and vice versa, whereas people with the same poles will be repelled from each other, no matter how hard they try to touch.

Obviously, there's not a huge amount of child-friendly entertainment in a tent city, so many kids have accompanied their parents as they go out shopping and exploring the city, and many of them have brought their Push and Pull sticks. While some of the children might innocently bump into passers-by with the glowing shield on the sticks, there are some more...energetic...children who are running around bopping people with them on purpose.

The game only ends when all the pairs from the same Push and Pull stick have attracted each other and touched hands. Have fun trying to figure out who your other pole is!

prompt iv: the meet-cute

With Dragosta, the annual celebration of romantic love, just a few days away, the city is gearing up for the season. One of the big draws this year is one of the first all-Quarantine movies produced in over a decade, with the actors, directors, and crew - from special effects to gaffers - all being residents of the city. In the spirit of Dragosta, the movie is a romantic comedy, and it's being heavily publicized on digital screens and holographic ads, as well as by promoters handing out flyers and hosting contests related to the movie.

One of the promoters had an idea for a little extra advertising, though, and is handing out what she's calling 'wish crackers' - similar to a Christmas cracker but not related to the holiday season recognizable to some humans, they are paper tubes tied off at each end, intended to be pulled from either end by two people with a bright little pop. Each cracker is decorated with a picture of one of the main characters from the romcom, and when they pop open, a soft glowing mist emerges. The mist is, in fact, a spell, and crackers decorated with each character have different effects that lend themselves to 'adorable' romance movie tropes.

Leading Man: Bodyguard: One of the people who pulled the cracker feels an impulse to protect the other person from harm, and the other person doesn't particularly object...and maybe even enjoys it.
Leading Lady: Fake Dating: The characters both feel the urge to convince everyone around them that they're dating - the reason why can vary depending on the particular pairing, but they'll find a way to justify it for sure.
Man's Best Friend: Amnesia: One of the characters to pull the cracker comes down with temporary amnesia, and the other person feels the urge to take care of them and help them find their memory!
Lady's Best Friend: Reunion: Both characters suddenly feel a sense of déja vu, like they've known each other at some point before and are meeting again for the first time in a long time.

How long the effects of the crackers last is completely up to player discretion.

NOTE: Effects of the crackers should not remove character inhibitions or make them participate in sexual activities they normally wouldn't.

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.

<br><center><table style="width:300px;"><tr style="border-bottom:1px dashed #528887;"><td></td> <td style="padding:20px; padding-bottom:0; width:300px; font:38px Helvetica, Tahoma, sans-serif; text-transform:uppercase; color:#c4c4c4; text-align:center; letter-spacing:2px; background-color:#2a2a2a; border-top-right-radius:50px; border-top-left-radius:50px;"><b>Friendr</b></td> <td></td></tr> <tr><td style="font-size:70px; vertical-align:middle; text-align:right; padding:0; color:#528887;">«</td> <td style="background-color:#2a2a2a; padding:20px; padding-top:10px; padding-bottom:0; width:308px;"><img src="IMAGE URL - 300px WIDE OR LESS" style="border-radius:20px;"><br> </td> <td style="font-size:70px; vertical-align:middle; padding:0; color:#528887;">»</td></tr> <tr><td></td> <td style="background-color:#2a2a2a; font:12px arial; text-align:left; padding:10px;"><span style="color:#c4c4c4;"><b>» Age:</b> your character's age</span> <span style="color:#c4c4c4;"><b>» Seeking:</b> friendship/romantic/anything</span> <span style="color:#c4c4c4;"><b>» Preferences:</b> sexual preference or n/a</span> <span style="color:#c4c4c4;"><b>» Interests:</b> three interests</span> <span style="color:#c4c4c4;"><b>» Bio:</b> 30 words or less</span> </td></tr> <tr><td></td> <td style="text-align:right; font-size:10px; background-color:#2a2a2a;"><font color="#528887">base code by</font> <a href="http://photosynthesis.dreamwidth.org/" style="color:#528887;">photosynthesis</td></tr> <raw-code><tr style="border-bottom:1px dashed #528887;"><td></td> <td style="background-color:#2a2a2a;font:20px Helvetica, Tahoma, sans-serif; color:#c4c4c4; text-align:center;">Character Name</td> <td><td></tr><tr><td></td> <td style="border-bottom-right-radius:50px; border-bottom-left-radius:50px; background-color:#2a2a2a; text-align:center;"><table style="width:100%; font:30px Verdana;"><tr><td style="text-align:left;"> <span style="text-decoration:none; color:#528887;">« ✘</span></td> <td style="text-align:right;"><span style="text-decoration:none; color:#528887;">✔ »</span></td></tr> </table></td> <td></td></table></raw-code></center>
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
[Walled City by Adrien Girod]

Comments

EDI | Mass Effect

[machina_ex_luna]

i. Tent City Avina
If an AI like EDI has a function, beyond that of cybersecurity, it is in the realm of coordination. When one can do so many things at once, it becomes straightforward to match need with supply, and either with the appropriate labor. What served EDI well among the many conflicting duties of a stealth frigate, serves her still when among the many frightened, lonely, desperate people who might reasonably lay claim to the title: refugee.

It is, of course, rather remarkable how much one can get done when one can pilot a shuttle without physically entering it, when one can keep and supply records to the many dozens of healthcare officials, and when one can do it all while standing guard. Not that a shiny, metal woman is subtle, mind you. She glows. But relatively idle as she may look, EDI is anything but; if nothing else, she is avidly observing.

It's amazing what people think they can get away with, when the only thing watching them is a robot.


ii. In Spore Taste
The human drive to protect one's social group, particularly the young, is a powerful force. And that social drive, to look after the helpless, to band together and sacrifice one's own good for that of another, is a fascinating instinct shared in some part by all sentient organic species that EDI has yet observed. It's one of her favorite things about organic species, to be honest; the brilliant, illogical joy of them.

"Please secure your own mask before helping others. You must maintain an airtight seal, to prevent fungal infection," She repeats, reaching out to help tighten the closest person's mask. Yours, perhaps? You may notice, of course, that she is not following her own advice, and remains maskless, "Although, without a mask, you may find yourself invited to more parties."


vi. Wildcard, Baby!
Feel free to hit me with a starter for one of the other prompts, or else something of your own invention. I am open to anything.

v. Friendr

	Friendr
«		»
	» Age: 4yrs (approx.) » Seeking: companionship » Preferences: undecided » Interests: people-watching, comedy, humanism » Bio: I am an AI sourced from the human Systems Alliance and my specializations are cybersecurity and interstellar flight. I enjoy long, romantic FTL dogfights and human dancing.
	base code by photosynthesis
	E D I
	« ✘ ✔ »

i

[compartmentalise]

A shiny, metal woman was not subtle at all. It didn't take long for her to catch the attention of an android. Markus was among the refugees offering food and making more when it was needed. And when that wasn't needed, he just sat and kept them company, talking with them and listening to their stories.

"Hello," he finally greeted the metal woman.

ii.

[jintetsu]

Oh, so that's what Jintetsu's been doing wrong all this time! Having a solid steel mask glued to his face. No wonder he doesn't get invited to parties. But then again, he kind of hates parties. Problem solved, everybody wins.

That said, he's not bothering with a filtration mask, since it's kind of unclear to him what they'll do that his existing mask won't. Instead, it's EDI herself that draws his attention.

"A doll...?"

He's seen some advanced karakuri puppets in his travels, but this takes it to a new level. With a coat of paint, she'd almost look like a real woman (not that he's ever seen a real woman proportioned like that). But paint job aside, there's something slightly off that he can't quite put his finger on. What is it?

(He may not be familiar with the term "uncanny valley," but. There it is.)

Sayo | Mushi-Shi

[memoryboxes]

prompt iii: opposites attract

[Oh, goodness gracious, this has been a difficult time for certain. Sayo had practically been dumped into a world where she knew little to nothing about what's in it — and in a sense, it makes her feel particularly like a child, which is embarrassing and more than a little concerning...! See, she had no memory of wanting to leave her home — she'd never! And her son was waiting for her, wasn't he?

She supposed she'd have to make the most of it while they prepared a way to send her back...

However... that worked...

There's a woman in her late twenties, early thirties, walking through the city streets with a sort of nervous awe to the way she looks at everything; this is a gal who is used to a rural Japanese forest, with little to no crowds to speak of, not like this.]

Alright! Don't worry, you'll be fine! Just keep your focus!

[Wait, what did that little child just bop her with? Did he just yell about marking her? What does that even meeeEEAANOHNO—! And there she goes, walking against her will toward the nearest opposite attraction.]



Oh, this is so strange! Feet, no! Stop!

[Help thanks.]

prompt iv: the meet-cute

Ah... What's a movie?

[Whelp, no matter. Everyone seems so eager about them! She'll have to learn about that, then. Carefully, she scribbles down the word in her little journal she's been carting all over with her. MOOVY? Yes, would like to know what a Moovy is. It sounds very active.

Feel free to pop one of these paper tubes with her, because everyone else is doing it.

So why not us.

Perfectly sound logic!]

prompt v: friendr/network

	Friendr
«		»
	» Age:Ah, what's an 'age'? » Seeking:More sticky papers, some seeds for a garden, a job! » Preferences: For my job? » Interests: Sewing, cooking, and sight-seeing! » Bio:One of the orientation people showed me how to use this. Hello! What does 'bio' mean? Sorry if I ask too many questions! Look at how the words appear without ink! :)
	base code by photosynthesis
	Sayo
	« ✘ ✔ »

iii

[yakyuuman]

[ Things have gotten chaotic lately, but there are no threats looming over the Quarantine. It's a good distraction for Jyushimatsu, who recently had his remaining brothers leave the city without so much as saying goodbye and spent the following night sulking in his now empty house.

He decided that the place he had been living in for the past three months is now way too big for him alone, and that's why he's hanging by the crowded areas, lingering in a semi-deserted corner and just people-watching. He's not interested in talking to people; he only needs to feel like he's not alone with his own thoughts. It's bad when his mind starts wandering to certain places.

With all likeliness he would have stayed unmoving from his spot until the sun set down, but then his arm is struck by a weird-looking baton, and a refugee kid smirks cheekily at him before running off, and then his ears catch the distressed cries of a woman. Everything happens in fast motion and even he can't prevent the collision that follows, too dazed to move away. ]

BOEH!

[ He catches himself in time to prevent a loss of balance, grabbing the woman by her shoulders. Wild blinking is his reaction her strangely old fashioned appearance that looks nonetheless japanese. ]

H-Hey! What's going on? You okay?

iii.

[jintetsu]

[Well hey, here's another person used to the Japanese countryside circa Edo period! It's probably fate, or something. Who knows.

Jintetsu's still kind of overwhelmed by this new environment, but he's starting to adapt, little by little. Like, he's more or less accepted that the Frysh are just regular people, even if their faces still give him the creeps. But then some brat comes by and smacks him with a stick, go figure.]

Oi, watch it! [- but it's too late. He finds himself suddenly thrown off-balance, as if something yanked him backward by his cloak, but as he gets himself turned back around, no one's there. He gets only a quick glance at the kid, enough to see them doing what he's pretty sure is laughing their mandibles off, before the unseen force drags him out of sight.]

What's wrong? Can't you stop?? [No, he can't. And worse, there's somebody in his path, headed right toward him. He tries digging his heels in to avoid her, but that just threatens to make him faceplant, and she's not stopping either.]

Lady, watch out!

Toph Beifong | Avatar: The Last Airbender

[platetectonics]

i. tent cities

[ If asked, Toph would have said she didn't care. She was apparently stuck here too and you didn't see her complaining about things, did you? So what if the sorry collection of tents reminded her of refugees escaping the war. It didn't mean anything. She's only here because she can be, and you better not forget it.

It's not like she can do much to help, anyway. First aid? She's not a waterbender, don't be dumb. Cooking? Forget it. The only thing she really can do is, well. ]

HEY! [ She's got one finger pointed at at someone down the tent rows, but considering she's not looking at anyone in particular it's hard to tell who. ] You better put that back, I know it's not yours. And don't even think about lying to me. I can tell.

ii. spore

[ Turns out, it's kind of hard to explain an airborne danger to someone who can't exactly see it. ]

A cloud? You're scared of a cloud?

[ And Toph's obvious derision isn't helping. Still, she can't help but notice the folks around her do seem genuinely worried. And it's dumb, but whatever. She's been around Aang enough to know that you can do a lot with just air. Not that she's going to tell anyone else that. Then they might think she's taking them seriously.

But she does step forward with a look of concentration and plants her bare feet against the ground, knees bent low. One sharp gesture upwards and an impressively large wall of solid rock shoots out of the ground in front of her. Coincidence? Probably not. ]

There. Are you safe from the scary cloud now?

[ Not really. But she looks so proud of herself. Do you want to be the one to tell her otherwise? ]

iii. opposites attract

[ There are a lot of people running around, and Toph's mostly been tuning them out. Kids running around is a good thing, it means they can't be too scared. She can appreciate that kind of thing. And no one seems interested in bothering one little blind girl, so whatever.

At least until someone who apparently isn't looking to closely runs past and absently taps her with something. Toph pivots mid-step to give them a piece of her mind -- and finds herself moving. ]

What -- hey!

[ But the pull is getting stronger. Even when she tries to brace herself, feet actually sinking into the ground a bit, all she ends up doing is dragging a pair of furrows into the ground as she's dragged along. ]

What is this? Quit it!

[ That's not worry, forget it. That's just Toph getting mad. And tearing up more and more of the ground as she skids along, way more than should be possible for someone of her size. ]

v. wildcard
[Something else? Hit me!]

i.

[colur]

[ Eilonwy stomps her foot. ]

How rude. I did no such thing!

[ She isn't lying. She wouldn't steal— well, she wouldn't steal unless she had an awfully good reason. ]

Everyone knows you always wind up giving back whatever you take, anyhow.

[ She isn't lying, but she also isn't the person Toph was talking to. The real thief is probably using this outbust to cover their escape… ]

Luke Skywalker | Star Wars (EU: Thrawn Trilogy-era, 5 yrs post-RotJ)

[last_ofthe_jedi]

i; Tent Cities

Even Luke had to admit defeat, eventually. This isn't the first time he's been trapped somewhere, and every single time he found a way out, by that legendary luck that's made him famous if nothing else. This will be no different. But after days of wearing his feet and his patience raw, searching every meter of the city for an answer, Luke was finally forced to put his focus elsewhere.

He's here now, and he will be for the foreseeable future. There's simply nothing for it but to make good use of his time. An opportunity will present itself, sooner or later, and Luke will make sure he's ready for it.

It's a challenge at first, putting his mind to the present instead of the things that may come tomorrow. That is, until the refugees arrive. Seeing people desperately in need is just about the fastest way to force Luke into forgetting about everything else. Literally, everything else.

He spends days searching the tents for those in need of healing, of comfort, reaching out with the Force to pinpoint the pain and sorrow. It's everywhere, though, which means his work is never-ending. He can't remember the last time he's eaten or slept.

The Force keeps him moving, and Luke occasionally sits in a quiet corner for an hour or two, eyes closed and unmoving before continuing at his tireless pace.

It's been nearly three days but Luke couldn't tell you that. All he knows is that once he finishes with one tent, there will always be another to visit. He lays his hand on an elderly Frysh man's shoulder, channeling healing energy into his body. The elderly woman, his wife Luke assumes, sits near them but doesn't move or speak. She's exhausted, Luke senses. And hungry. They both are.

Neither of them are in any shape to walk to the nearest soup kitchen. Luke purses his lips, letting out a small sigh through his nose. His powers allow him to do many mystical things, but being in two places at once isn't one of them. Yet. He pushes himself to his feet and strides over to poke his head out of the tent, waving to the first non-Frysh passer-by he sees.

"Hey! Hey, you! I could use your help."


vi; Wildcard

Though he prefers to observe the city events rather than actively participate, Luke won't distance himself from the city itself. He wears a brown robe, hood pulled over his head, and spends much of his days making himself busy just about anywhere he can.

Despite not yet knowing his place in the city, Luke can rarely convince himself to sit still for longer than five minutes. It's arguable that he could be found just about anywhere at any time. You just have to know what to look for.


v; Friendr… sort of

	Friendr
«		»
	» Age: 28 standard years, whatever that means here. » Seeking: An end to my existential crisis. » Preferences: Chocolate, early bedtime, people who don't insist I'm crazy. » Interests: Fast ships, quiet places, the insides of my eyelids. » Bio: Whatever section of my life that I managed to summarize in thirty words or less would just leave you confused and vaguely worried.
	base code by photosynthesis
	Luke
	« ✘ ✔ »

[... Luke may or may not be taking the app seriously. Chances are he's very, very bored.]

i.

[democratically]

There is no lock to pick, no emergency beacon to send out. There is no magical door that just poof brings Padmé to anything familiar. There are those here from her own galaxy, and while she might not know them, there is something about them that her instincts say to trust. She is no healer nor does she have any magical ability to make wounds disappear. There is nothing like that, but she is willing and able, doing whatever she can to aid.

She has been helping in the kitchen for a time now, serving soup and helping as she can. Dishes to pick up and wash, helpings to be served, tables to be washed down. Some might be surprised to see her do such, but any that know a speck about her wouldn't be. As it is, she's just finished returning several dirty dishes to the washing area when her attention is caught by a waving hand.

"Oh! Of course. Just one second." As the cloth is placed down and she wipes her hands on her apron, before giving a friendly smile to the man. "What can I help you with?"

v. un: finn

[bythehand]

[ Okay, this is honestly really a time to be grateful for the friendr method. Like, being able to think before sending a message. He doesn't always end up thinking before sending messages. It's just nice having the option.

It's not to say Finn is especially prone to fanboying or hero worship, but it feels very reasonable to him to have a moment about this. Like. That's definitely Luke Skywalker. You know, maybe a solid few decades young. Another one of those people who roll in from different times, timelines, that kind of thing. But it is still him. Rebellion McGee. Actual Jedi. That's a little wild. ]

✔

Not sure this city can guarantee you anything but the eyelids and the chocolate. Depending on what's going on.

Tisiphone/Tiphany Wright | Original Character

[tilphousia]

Prompt i

[ She didn't say that she would help, not exactly. As in with any group of people (bug people or otherwise) there are bad elements to be weeded out, specially if they're in the circumstances these ones are. Stranded, desperate and looking to settle. Prime conditions for someone to let their true colors shine... or to take out the ones that belong to her already without much fuzz.

So Tisiphone is on the prowl, hands on her pockets and eyes full of violence, her walk more of a stalk, her whole presence a warning sign. She's not about to subtlety go about her businesses. For the most part she's not really feeling like murderers might be hiding on the tents, but that's not stopping her from giving it the old college try. She might find someone or she might not, but at least it'll take her mind out of the ridiculous of her own situation.

That said, the aura of danger that surrounds her feels completely at odds with her appearance. Tall, pale and skinny, you wouldn't believe her to be anything remotely divine. It's not as if she cares about other people's opinions though.

Her train of thought is interrupted when she feels the familiar tug at the back of her head. Stopping dead on her tracks, her head whips to the left. Close by, there's someone... someone that's calling her. She makes a sharp turn on the next tent, pace picking up, teeth bared in something that could pass as a smile. ]

Finally. Time to have some fun.

Prompt iv

[ Someone gave her a thing... a thing made of paper, apparently. Tisiphone doesn't really care about the ways of this place, nor she listens to whatever the man is telling her. It's all background noise to her, for the most part. She pushes him away and keeps on walking, eyes focused on the thing. She vaguely recalls him mentioning two people need to pull it? To do... something? ]

Who the fuck has time to make something like this...?

[ She looks around, eyes scanning the face that makes her the less annoyed, and when she finds someone she goes towards them and shows them the cracker. ]

Here, pull this thing. It does some shit. It'll be fun, right? And if it's not, I'll go back and force feed it to the guy that gave it to me.

[ What's the worst that could happen?

ooc: the cracker can be of any kind btw ]

Prompt v-1

	Friendr
«		»
	» Age: fucking old » Seeking: no » Preferences: no » Interests: murder, torture and chocolate » Bio: you either know me and you're fucked, or you don't
	base code by photosynthesis
	Τισιφόνη
	« ✘ ✔ »

Prompt v-2

un: tilphousia

tell me about your gods

Prompt vi

[ Tisiphone is somewhere high, perched like a bird of prey. Fitting, really.

She's scouting, seeking. Hunting.

Behind her, two massive, seemingly black wings expand. Or maybe you're seeing things?

Approach at your own risk (and if you can get that high safely). ]

iv.

[jintetsu]

[ooc: how about an Amnesia, with Tisiphone being the forgetter?]

[Jintetsu's face isn't the friendliest-looking one she could have picked, what with the expressionless steel mask and all. But his one eye looks between her and the cracker for a second, considering the offer. Someone demonstrated them to him too, earlier, so he at least knows what they do.]

... They're fireworks, I think.

[But sure, what the hell. It'll take five seconds, it'll be fun or it won't - though he's leaning toward "won't" - and then she'll leave. Path of least resistance.

He takes the other end of the cracker in his left hand - the artificial one, just in case this thing's stronger than advertised. He's got few enough fingers left as it is, better not to risk blowing the rest of them off.]

Go for it.

Beverly Marsh | IT (2017)

[gristle]

iii. opposites attract.

When it became clear to one of the women who was a native citizen of the city that Beverly was here alone (and new, can't forget new) she had been gifted one of the weird toy sticks that reminded her of something that she couldn't quite put her finger on. Still, Bev wasn't a girl who was gifted many things, especially things that she didn't consider to be some sort of trap or trick for later on, so she just accepted it carefully. For her part, Bev wasn't intending on using it for what it was for (whatever that was!) and instead she'd been twirling it a bit like how one would twirl a baton between their fingers. The skill wasn't one that Beverly had ever really honed, so every so often she'd dropped it, or hit the button, sending it moving in one direction or another. Mostly against herself.

So even after she'd given someone an apologetic smile, and a little wave, she may have found herself being drawn in another direction like she was attached to a magnet. A scowl crossed the redhead's face as worked through the crowd, her hand in front of her like she was drawn on a string. If someone looked at her oddly, Beverly would just ask. "Does weird stuff like this always happen here?!" Granted weird things were the norm back home, but this was ridiculous! Seriously, someone definitely needed to look into that!

vi:wildcard

[Got an idea? I'm open!]

v

	Friendr
«		»
	» Age: 13 » Seeking: Friends. Just friends. » Preferences: Friends. Honestly. » Interests: Poetry, reading, smoking » Bio: Do you really need my life story here?
	base code by photosynthesis
	Beverly Marsh
	« ✘ ✔ »

wildcard

[stantheman]

[ Stan had saw Beverly's friendr. That's the first moment he knew she'd arrived. He could have messaged her through the network but that didn't feel right. Instead, he had got on his bike and headed to the communal housing fully intent on tracking her down.

He's asked everyone about the feisty redhead until he got some direction and finds her outside of the building, probably trying to avoid some meddlesome adult as she lights up a cigarette or something. ]

Beverly!

[ He's happy but he's also a bit conflicted about her being here. There's a lot of time that's passed since he's been in Derry after all. ]

✔ un: ghostbusters

[aporetics]

why are you smoking when you're 13?

Jintetsu | Kurogane (Kei Toume)

[jintetsu]

i. i'm from the 1700s and what is this?

[Jintetsu's been in the Quarantine only a short time, and he already hates it. It's too much. Too much noise, too much weirdness, too much information to absorb. He wants to grasp for the familiar, but can't find any. That's how he wound up skulking around the tent cities - when in doubt, he gravitates to the low places of the world. The places people go when they don't want to be seen.

He tilts his hat down to avoid eye contact as a group of human volunteers rushes by, but because of that, fails to notice the person darting out in front of him in time to stop. It's a minor collision, only...

"Hey, watch where you're goin'!"

... when he looks up to see who he ran into, the face looking back - it isn't human. It's monstrous, some hideous hybrid of man and insect. He was already on edge, has been since he got here, but seeing a Frysh for the first time tips the scale on this experience from surreal into horror.

There's no yelp of surprise, but Jintetsu stumbles back, wide-eyed, his sword out of the scabbard in a flash. The "monster" backpedals, too, as he was very much not expecting to have a sword pulled on him today. "Whoa! Hang on! Shit!" Fortunately, Jintetsu doesn't swing - just holds the weapon up defensively - but his mind is in overdrive working out his next move. Is it going to attack? There are more of them, too, coming out of the tents to investigate - he's grossly outnumbered. What are they?!

It's probably best if someone steps in to defuse this situation.]

ii. did somebody say body horror

[Filtration masks aren't really made to be worn over other masks, so... yeah. Initially Jintetsu just thought he'd come down with a cold, which would have been bad enough, but as the fatigue started to taper off, other things started going wrong. A rash on his remaining shoulder had mushroomed - quite literally - into a patch of fruiting fungi overnight.

He'd scraped off what he could, but there was only so much he could do before the pain from it got too bad to continue. And within an hour, it had grown back even thicker. Haganemaru had been fretting (in his acerbic way) throughout the process, but at this the sword put his foot down, so to speak.]

All right, so we know torturing them away doesn't work. - Don't give me that look! I told you, those things aren't natural! At this rate you'll have to start calling yourself "the mushroom man."

[Which earned him an unamused stare from Jintetsu. "Kinoko no Jintetsu"... Yeah, no, that's not happening.

But Haganemaru's right. This is way over his head, and he needs help. And that leads him back to the tent city, though he's careful to avoid the part of it where he accidentally menaced a bunch of people last prompt. A few minutes' search, and he finds his way to one of the volunteer medical centers, where he approaches whoever doesn't look too busy.]

... Is there a doctor here?

friendr

	Friendr
«		»
	» Age: no » Seeking: work » Preferences: odd jobs » Interests: good with a sword » Bio: just a drifter no home no destination gotta eat to live like everyone else
	base code by photosynthesis
	jintetsu of steel
	« ✘ ✔ »

wildcard

[I am also super cool with any of the other options! but this is long enough without me writing prompts for all of them lmao]

eilonwy | the chronicles of prydain

[colur]

i. medical

[ Eilonwy has some experience bandaging wounds, having nursed her own scraped knees and the deeper cuts of the battle hurt. So when medical help is needed, she's quick to pitch in, and she takes her work seriously. Except her knowledge is limited to salves and certain herbs, and much of the equipment she sees here is well beyond her expertise.

She is a little distraught at this, but does her best to not let the panic rise to her face. ]

I need bark from the tree of ywen. Can someone fetch it for me?

[ Any help with the Frysh woman who has a broken arm would otherwise be appreciated. ]

ii. magnets

[ Eilonwy has been magnetized, and is growing frustrated with it. It's no fun being tossed and turned as if on a boat, but never going anywhere. After a few minutes of valiant struggle, she trips and falls flat in front of a random passerby. Maybe she was repelled by a nearby Frysh child, or maybe this stranger is magnetized themselves. In any case, it's not the fall that has her worried. ]

Oh, my bauble! [ And sure enough, she's dropped a small ball, which rolls along the ground to rest at your feet. ] Could you pick it up for me?

iii. exit

[ Maybe you're a member of the perimeter guard, or maybe you're just on a supply run. Regardless, on the edge of the quarantine, you've somehow acquired a straggler. It's a teenage girl with long red gold hair, carrying a small golden ball. ]

Thank you ever so much for helping me escape. I was growing so bored.

[ She surveys the land before her and starts walking toward the woods. ]

Well, what are we waiting for? [ It might be the fact that no one ever agreed to take Eilonwy anywhere. ] It doesn't do to dawdle.

iii.

[jintetsu]

[Jintetsu is neither a perimeter guard nor on a supply run. In fact, he had pretty much the same idea Eilonwy did - to leave town. Just up and leave.

He's not going too far - he just wants to get the lay of the land, to know what they're dealing with outside the inner wall. Or anyway, that's what he tells himself. It's a good enough excuse to satisfy the pragmatic Haganemaru, so that neither of them has to address the real issue: the feeling that they don't belong here. It's so completely foreign - physically, technologically, culturally - that neither of them is sure where to even start. Out there, it may be overgrown and abandoned and dangerous, but... they're used to roughing it. Jintetsu knows how to defend himself. They'll be fine.

At least, that's what he was thinking before some strange girl appeared behind him and made like she was coming along. Jintetsu watches her, equal parts confused and annoyed, though his steel mask does a poor job of expressing either.]

... What do you think you're doing?

lara jean — to all the boys i've loved before.

[billetsdoux]

04. the meet-cute.

[ there's nothing inherently forboding about christmas crackers. and, okay, maybe the cheerful woman who'd practically tied the thing to her hand hadn't exactly said anything about christmas, and maybe it was the wrong time of year for that sort of thing, but... well, lara jean's not an idiot. she knows what a christmas cracker is, thank you very much.

what she doesn't know is that these particular crackers won't open without a friendly hand, and so by the time she works up the courage to approach a stranger, she's a fair bit frustrated with her own lack of success. ]

I'm sorry, but can I borrow your hand for a moment?

[ look, she's on the moon of an alien planet, she needs to verify that it's not just her causing the problem. maybe she's just not strong enough... or maybe this thing just is a dud. ]

Here, tug on one end, I'll get the other.

[ who knows what prize they'll get! ]

05. network — un: larajean

asking for a friend:
is there a used bookstore in town?

06. wildcard

[ feel free to bump into lana jean in anywhere! she's a minor (only 17!) so she'll be enrolled in high school, taking her own fair share of smarty pants classes and probably picking up a part-time job to fill up her time. ]

pick ur poison :]

[madeupnames]

[Peter didn't really have any want to fool around with Riverview romance poppy-thingies, okay. For once thing, it's about romance — something he completely fails at, and for another, Riverview is super rude about being crazier than he expects it to be. Not to mention he's been plenty busy thinking about what a hot mess home is and how he's very much screwed in the future. But also... Peter Parker suffers under peer pressure. When a pretty girl tells him to do something, he kind of just does it in a weird nerd-trance.]

Oh! Um...! S-sure, here.

[He's super strong, don't worry.

Not that he needs to be, that thing just pops right the heck open.

What is that mist, though. Oh, nonono-]

VILLANELLE. killing eve.

[tuer]

i. medical

( villanelle has been trained in first aid. she can patch and sew up wounds, diagnose infection at a thousand paces and determine a long-term treatment plan based on level of injury and pain. she could even do small-scale surgery if you asked nicely, and wouldn't balk at something bigger than digging out a bullet. this is small fry. unfortunately, it's not really her scene.

she takes a bite from a chocolate bar and leans over to the nearest person. around a mouthful of food, quite conversationally: ) You're doing that wrong.

ii. network

un: v
where is the fun here
provide sources

iii. friendr

	Friendr
«		»
	» Age: 25 » Seeking: :o » Preferences: :) » Interests: ;) » Bio: xxx
	base code by photosynthesis
	Villanelle
	« ✘ ✔ »

iii ✔

[revie]

(Villanelle is the last person Eve expected to see posting on a social media networking app. Even with her bare-bones profile and assortment of smilies it's still very undoubtedly her; why is she here? Eve had assumed she would have taken herself far away by now, if only to let the, uh, dust settle. Is she okay? She must be, if she's uploaded a profile onto this... whatever this is, right? Should she try to reach out? If she did, what would she say? What on Earth could she possibly say to Villanelle now that wouldn't– that would show– how she...

It takes Eve a good twenty minutes of frantic deliberation to hit the little green check button underneath of her name.)

You're not going to match with anybody if you don't provide more information. People will think you're a spam bot

(nailed it????)

i.

[latrodectus]

[ Natasha has also been trained in first aid, but she's careful to only help in ways that don't require an expertise in field medicine. She's a dancer in the Riverview ballet company, pitching in where she can, and not anything else. Or anyone else.

So, she plays along. ]

Oh. Sorry! [ She smiles apologetically, not at Villanelle, but at the person she's patching up. But then she does look at Villanelle, trying to figure out what to make of her, her body language, and the food in her mouth. ] How should I be doing it?

[ This trick works better on men. They always want to explain things, rarely question an appeal to expertise. ]

Corbin Fitzmarcus | Original Character

[nogiftedone]

i. tent cities

[Corbin wasn't a fan of people. He'd lived too long and seen them do too many senseless and horrible things to one another to sit in their corner, but as invasive a species as humanity was, these...aliens (it was still difficult to comprehend that) had done nothing wrong, and certainly not to the Earth he loved so much. It was telling, of course, that their planet was dying, most likely the same fate awaited Earth in the near future, but a few hundred people were systemic. Correcting their behavior would solve nothing, and thus these people, hold up in tent like refugees after the Great War...they were not at fault. Callous and sickened by the blatant disregard most people had for the world around them, yes, but not heartless. His...unique abilities would do little to aid these people, but he could stir a soup pot, turn a ladel.

And he did. He could smile kindly to the people in need of food, nod at their passing, give them his wishes that their day go well. He remembered the feeling of an empty belly and the hopelessness of no place to fill it. If he could spare these people that concern, even if only for the day, then he'd done what he could. Besides, being a stranger here, it offered him a unique opportunity: the chance to see who else might be here, and who else he might have to face.

Hopefully none of his father's friends.]


vi. friendr

	Friendr
«		»
	» Age: Old enough to know better. » Seeking: Oh for pity's sake, this is a dating site? Networking. I'm interested in networking. » Preferences: Dinner. Compatibility. Actually speaking. » Interests: Geoarchaeology, Cultural Anthropology, Geothermal Dynamics, Gothic literature, Tea, Brandy, Cigars, the Outdoors. Penny Dreadfuls are a guilty pleasure. So are Taffies. » Bio: Professor of Geoarchaeology at Imperial College, London. Lead Archaeologist at Stonehenge Digsite Alpha, for selfsame University. I live an hour outside London in a quaint little cottage and prefer conversations with rocks.
	base code by photosynthesis
	Corbin Fitzmarcus
	« ✘ ✔ »

IV. Friendr

[ikenai]

I have to know. What are Taffles?