riverview: september 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 58 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.

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prompt i: hog harvest havoc

Residents of the city may or may not remember a particular patch of fertile ground that was scouted over a year ago, and the highly-intelligent and territorial alien hogs that were protecting it because the soil's fertility stems from it being a alien hog graveyard. After that revelation, the city had abandoned the project for the foreseeable future, as digging up an intelligent species' graveyard is more than a little beyond the pale.

That would've been all well and good, had the alien hogs stayed in their territory. However, after being disrupted by two teams over the course of a few months, the hogs (who have an excellent memory for this kind of thing) have started to get a little restless. It's not enough to be left alone - they want revenge. And with the summer winding down into harvest season, they've figured out how to get that revenge. As September winds down and October starts to dawn, the powerful and intimidating hogs have started on stage one of enacting that revenge - they've been making concentrated runs at the fences closest to their territory, hitting it in the same spot over and over again, herd mentality at its strongest, trying to make a dent. And they're succeeding.

The big problem here is that, on the inside of that fence, is the bulk of the Quarantine's agriculture sector. Fields full of livestock and crops that are meant to make up the majority of the winter's food supply are in danger of being wiped out if that fence falls, and if that happens, it's going to be a cold, hungry winter, no matter how many supplies the Capital World manages to send up to the moon.

Residents are being called into service for various containment missions - construction teams to reinforce the fences from the inside, tech teams to develop defensive force shields or repellent soundwaves to drive off the hogs, and teams including flora and fauna experts to try to find out what's causing the hogs to be driven into such a singular frenzy and fix it - there are a wide variety of team types being suited up, and anyone who wants to take a solo or duo trip out into the Quarantine's agriculture district who might have some insight into how to fix or at least better the situation is welcome to come. On top of that, all these teams are going to need some protection, so bruisers and fighters are needed in droves.

prompt ii: fertilizer hits the fan

Sometimes, people are just no match for nature. Around September 25th, the hogs finally break through the wall. At first it's just the laser fences and force shields crackling out of service, and then the stone of the wall itself starts to crumble. By the evening of September 25th, the hogs have made it into the fields and are wreaking havoc, stomping and rampaging through the crops, crushing and destroying as much produce as possible, and terrifying and killing livestock wherever they're able to. The numbers of them are immense, much more than was anticipated by people who previously studied the hogs, and it doesn't take long before there's a massive breach in the wall and hogs are pouring in, along with other creatures from outside the wall, to destroy and eat as much as possible.

This is a melee, and there are desperate pleas from the Government and the farmers whose livelihood is being decimated by the breach to come and help protect the crops. Whether you're tech-savvy or a mage, or just a really good fighter, your help is desperately needed to stem the tide of monsters through the fence, to try to patch it up, and to either drive off or destroy the creatures who are threatening the crops. If this goes on, there's going to be some serious trouble this winter...

prompt iii: ghosts from the past

Around the 10th month of every year on the moon, due to a complex series of chemical, electromagnetic, and magical forces that no one has ever exactly distinguished or completely understands, the boundaries between the worlds of the living and the dead are weakened almost to the point of nonexistence. This year, unanticipated and probably due to the upheaval in the city over the past year, this breakdown is happening earlier than usual. During this time, residents of the moon are able to see and interact with the dead - ghosts, manifesting in ways that run the gamut from being a strange sense of being watched or being visible or audible all the way to more corporeal spirits that can affect the world around them. The barriers are weaker in some parts of the city than they are in others, with some areas experiencing little to no ghost activity, while others are so populated with these ghosts that residents can barely go a few feet without running into one. The ghosts are generally the unsettled dead, people who died violently, or who were lost, seeking a place to call home, and their behavior is as varied as it was while they were alive. Some ghosts are angry and vengeful, some are simply lonely and lost.

While some people tend to interact with the ghosts only a little and as necessary, others avoid them as completely as possible, and yet others actively seek out souls who are suffering and try to ease that so they can stop coming back year after year. There are other people who have found that ghosts from their home worlds have come through with them, following them through the portal when they arrived, even if they did not die on the moon...

Whether facing death or making peace with those who have died, this is a time to reflect.

A Few OOC Guidelines:
● Characters may see or interact with ghosts from the Quarantine's past. These people will be as varied as the NPCs, from a multitude of different worlds, and characters are welcome to either engage or avoid, as players wish.
● Most Quarantine-based ghosts will have died in either the Great War with the neighboring reality or in the Pandemic that wiped out the population of the Abandoned City years ago.
● Characters may also see or interact with ghosts from their own or other characters' canons, providing the character in question is dead in canon and is not currently being played in the game.
● Canon-based ghosts should not be simply transplanted into the game as they were in canon - they are ghosts, and therefore 'not quite right,' and should not be used as an excuse to NPC a canonmate for a month. These ghosts are there to be used as plot devices to open up new avenues of CR, to create angst, to help a character make peace with their past, or other similar reasons.
● Ghosts should not be complete corporeal physical presences indistinguishable from living people, but barring this, how strongly the ghosts manifest and how much they can interact with the world around them is up to player discretion. Ghosts shouldn't be present the whole month straight, but can disappear and reappear at random times.

prompt iv: doom dates

Not everyone in the city is focused on the troubles in the agriculture sector. In fact, some people in the city are trying desperately to distract people from it, to keep morale up as much as possible. Some of those people are the ones who run the Amusement Park, where the end of the Dragosta celebration of romantic love and the start of the Feast of the Dying season with all its horror themes, have smashed together into an enjoyable date night event. Characters who don't want to think about the trouble befalling the city, or who just want a break from it for the evening, are encouraged to attend Doom Dates, a horror-themed night at the amusement park. Featuring free entry to all of the rides with the price of admission, discounts on fairground treats meant to be shared, and plenty of fun and spooky prizes to win for that special person (or persons), it's definitely an enjoyable night out to forget your troubles.

It's not just the free rides that are a big draw, either. The park has gone all out and set up 5 different haunted houses throughout the grounds, running the gamut from a kids haunted house where the scares are mild and vaguely fluffy to a high-tech holographic haunted house that adjusts to suit the fears of the people entering it. There are also actors dressed as horror-themed characters ranging from zombies to creepy clowns to characters from well-known horror franchises wandering the park, scaring passers-by. Whether your character is taking someone out for a creepy date, going with a group of friends, attending alone to make some friends (or more-than-friends), or even working a night gig as a zombie, everyone is welcome.

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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[MechFarming Simulator by Ling Zhao]

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Simon Templar || The Saint (2017)

[conning]

ii. fertilizer hits the fan

[ There isn't much Simon can do in a straight-up fight against intelligent, rampaging monsters. The whole thing is rather overwhelming if he's honest, which, (honestly) he rarely is.

Just the same, he sticks to the city, doing his best to help quell the outbreak of looting, theft, and the general poor showing of humanity that sometimes occurs during crisis. He's got a bag of looted jewelry and is on his way to return it to its proper owners when he hears screaming from around the corner. People running away.

Simon being Simon, he runs toward the screams instead of away from them.

It's the monsters from this place's fence, looking larger and more ferocious than they did at a distance. He'd thought, somehow, that the problem was their numbers. Not each individual creature.

One of the things has a woman pinned underfoot and looks for all the world like it's about to tear her head off. He drops his reclaimed jewelry and pelts toward the woman, caught in the horror of the moment and the fear that he's about to see someone die in front of him.

The flying kick he lands on the creature's face does nothing but distract it, but honestly that's all he's hoping for. He yanks the woman out from underneath it and shoves her toward the sidewalk, away from danger.

And then he gets rammed with the side of the hog monster's head, flying a good six feet before he hits the ground and tumbles to a halt against the base of a lamppost. It advances on him, squealing in rage, and Simon scrabbles backward, one hand pressed to ribs that might well be cracked.

What a lovely start to his first week. ]

iii. ghosts from the past

[ It seems even when one tries to avoid trouble, here, it finds a person.

When he starts to hear them, he thinks ah, there it is, this whole thing is a dream. It would make a perverse kind of sense, given the revelations he had about his parents’ deaths only just before he arrived in this place. Except the sensations are too real for him to believe it. He cooks food, he buys groceries, he helps rebuild the areas in the city affected either by looting or by the attacks of animals that get past the people fighting them. His surroundings are truly, miserably real.

He's in the middle of helping a grocer put his storefront back together when he actually sees them, face to face. Standing in the middle of the street. Shades of his parents, holding hands. The half-broken shelving in his hands slips out of his grip and scuffs his Salvatore Ferragamos as it hits the shoes and rolls to one side.

The ghosts flicker and disappear, but Simon keeps staring at the spot, his throat tight and his eyes watering.

No, no, no. This place is bad enough without him going genuinely crazy.

From behind him, a voice he hasn’t heard in years. “I see you found my ring.”

Simon turns. There they are, incorporeal as wisps, their features barely visible. His mother speaks next.

“All that time and all that grief, and you couldn’t kill him.” She raises a hand, and Simon feels the cool of it press against his cheek. “My gentle boy.”

To that, his father’s ghost says nothing. ]

v. friendr

	Friendr
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	» Age: youthfully vigorous » Seeking: anything » Preferences: bisexual » Interests: Fast cars, fine wine, and pretty faces. » Bio: Entrepreneurial world traveler who enjoys the good life. And sharing it.
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	Simon Templar
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vi. wildcard/network

[ The feed begins by broadcasting one of the private rooms in communal housing, a blank space without adornment, even the bed unused. This person is very new.

The person in question sits at the desk, bright-eyed and smiling. When he speaks it's with a posh British accent. ]

Hello my loves. How are we all doing today?

[ Simon turns in his chair, one way and then the other in increments. It's a perfectly natural movement, nothing odd, but it's a tell nonetheless. He's wired in spite of appearing relaxed, upset in spite of his smile.

No one who doesn't know him very well would be able to tell.

Unfortunately, or perhaps fortunately, there's no one here who knows him that well. ]

This is an interesting situation in which we've found ourselves. Novel even for me.

[ A wink. ]

Anyone out there interested in a cocktail and a chat? I'd love to learn a bit more about our mercifully non-utilitarian surroundings.

frandar ✔

[undersocialized]

Fast cars and fine wine.

Not at the same time, I hope.

[conning]

Only with someone else behind the wheel.

ii.

[bestsir]

"That's enough of that."

It's clear that Harry's hands are trembling as he's holding the metal rake, but he's quite determinedly holding his ground where he's taken a stand between the hog and the man collapsed at the foot of the lamppost. The hog squeals and snorts and looks like it's gearing up for a charge; Harry is fairly sure that he hasn't thought this through completely, but he jabs the rake forward and hits the hog square on the end of its nose.

It squeals indignantly, but backs away, clearly trying to decide if stomping its victim is worth another swipe on the nose with the rake.

"Can you run?" Harry asks, not taking his eyes off the hog.

[conning]

Simon rolls to his feet, hand still pressed to his ribs, and winces. This definitely did not help ease whatever damage the Rhinoceros did during their fight, but he's still had worse.

"My dear boy, you would be hard-pressed to keep me from doing so."

Nonetheless, he steps forward to stand even with Harry. "I would suggest you do the same."

video; un: d.pavus

[tevinteraltus]

[Maker's Breath, this is a handsome one, to be certain. Dorian flashes him his most attractive smile.]

With such an alluring request, how could I ever refuse?

[conning]

[ Oho. Simon leans back in his chair a little bit, as though getting a better look at the feed. ]

If I assumed you know somewhere worth going, would my assumption be rewarded?

✔

[bibimcop]

How are you on economy cars, cheap beer, and 5 o'clock shadows?

[conning]

Adaptable, if the company is good.

iii.

[enveloped]

[Cam's own 'parents' paid him an unwanted visit when he was outside the wall. The Waltzes, in their infinite disappointment, had followed him while he ran, fought, and supported those civilians (and his bards) in crises, for the better part of a day. He'd been distracted and humiliated. They only faded when he broke down and cried.

Thanks mom and dad.

He recognizes the scenario when he sees it happen to someone else. It's even uglier knowing that these ghosts are real in some way, unlike the nearly tangible spectres outside the city. He recognizes the distress in the man's back, too. The way he freezes. There's something familiar about him. Cam knows most of the people involved in this cleanup, he's made it his business to know, but from the back he's not sure who he is.

Cam doesn't need to know him to care. He walks up to him from behind, groceries held in both hands. He's been making deliveries to local families whose homes were hit the worst.]

Do you need help?

Ned Leeds ( MCU )

[thechairguy]

( A. Doom Dates )

[ As much as Ned likes the idea of being helpful... he just hadn't really felt drawn to dealing with the agriculture dilemma that was going on. It didn't seem like any of his skills would even be useful if he tried. So, he'd saw the whole free rides and stuff thing.

Upon seeing his first zombie dressed actor, looking really realistic he starts to rethink this idea. ]

Maybeeee.... I should help with the hogs.

( B. Just Around the Quarantine)

So, the whole concept of this place is crazy and awesome to Ned. It hadn't taken that long to find out that Peter was there too. Because, of course, the first thing he did was immediately search out if his best friend was there. He then found out that pretty much while there was a whole bunch of people that he recognized by name (because, holy famous wow), there was no one else that he really knew, no family or anything. It's not the worst case scenario, of course.

There's way worse. This place had a bunch of awesome technology that he was always constantly trying to figure out when he saw something he'd not come across before (so you might find him tinkering with things he shouldn't be). He also wanted to try literally every restaurant and find any food that he's not had before, so you can definitely find him eating.

He explores the park, the library and basically anywhere that he's allowed to go.

( C. Friendr )

	Friendr
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	» Age: 16 » Seeking: uh... friends??? » Preferences: wow, that's really invasive!! Why do you care? » Interests: science, pizza, being an awesome sidekick » Bio: I'm really cool.
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	Ned Leeds
	« ✘ ✔ »

( D. Network )

un: guyinthechair

If you could be in the movie of your choice, what movie would you choose and what character would you play?

( E. Wildcard)

[ I'll match tenses and styles! Feel free to hit me with your best shot or hit me up via PM or on plurk at poetanarchy if you want to plot something or want a specific starter. ]

d. network | un: d.pavus

[tevinteraltus]

[Honestly were you expecting anything else from this guy?]

With my natural charisma, charm, and striking jawline? The lead, naturally. As for what sort of movie? Hmm. Some sort of political thriller, or mystery.

[madeupnames]

[Ned didn't have to look super hard to know that Peter was here — really, he just had to listen or keep an eye out for that familiar flash of red and blue, especially during afterschool hours. Or the weekend, as it happens to be the case today. It's sort of a fun game of 'follow the spider'! Or whatever. But as it should be, Ned can eventually find Peter Parker stumbling out of an alleyway, trying to tie a shoe.

Obviously, he had just put the suit away in his backpack. If you took the scene out of perspective, it just looks like another day in Queens, New York, just before a walk to Midtech.]

vergil Ⓥ dmc: devil may cry (reboot)

[brozoned]

Ⓥ hog harvest havoc

[Vergil certainly isn't one to tip his hand easily. In fact, secrecy has been the key to his survival for most of his life - from tilting his hat against Barbas' network of spies and CCTV, hacking to cover his digital fingerprints and wearing gloves to hide his physical ones, and never, never using his Nephilim powers where anyone might be able to see, to sense, it's been a life-long strategy. And it's a life-long strategy that has worked, immeasurably well.

In this new place, it's known that he is Nephilim, but only known to those from whom he couldn't conceal that fact, and Vergil has no intention of letting slip, not so soon, without having a clear and accurate vision of exactly what kind of situation he's dealing with here. However, that doesn't mean he isn't willing to help, to put in some effort on behalf of his new, and hopefully temporary, home.

So he exposes what he can afford to expose, and can be found close to the wall, near the damaged part of the wall, a tablet across his knees, eyes downcast and slightly narrowed as he taps furiously on the screen with glove-clad fingers. Pausing, he tilts his head to the side, cracking his neck, and exhales a sound like relief.]

Bingo.

[Glancing up, he makes eye contact with whoever is closest as a force shield snaps into existence only a few inches from where he sits, and the sound of the creatures on the other side of the fence rises to a squealing thumping. Raising one brow, Vergil remains far more calm than someone posing as a civilian tech nerd ought to in the face of such a sound.]

Are you here to help cover the breach?

Ⓥ ghosts from the past

[Accustomed as he is to the occult and the presence of demons, Vergil doesn't flinch much at the appearance of the ghosts. They're almost blasé, and he goes about his business as usual - gets coffee and reads the news, checks out some shops, does his work.

It barely registers until he sees her out of the corner of his eye, a woman flickering in and out of existence, her red hair the only thing in colour, cascading around her shoulders, her eyes glowing a pure, agonizing white. He can feel them almost as much as he sees them, and he has to avert his eyes.

His mother.

It's distracting enough that as he's walking away from her, head slightly down, avoiding looking at her, he bumps into someone passing by on the street.]

Pardon me. I should've been looking where I was...

[A pause, and he looks over his shoulder, expression going slightly concerned for a moment. She's still there, following behind him, eyes on him.]

...where I was going. Can I make it up to you?

Ⓥ friendr

	Friendr
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	» Age: 20s » Seeking: allies » Preferences: n/a » Interests: computers, the occult, revolution » Bio: The oblique paradox of propaganda is that the lie in the throat becomes, by repetition, the truth in the heart. - John Grierson
	base code by photosynthesis
	Ⓥ
	« ✘ ✔ »

Ⓥ wildcard

I'm up for pretty much anything! Hit me up by PM to plot, or just throw your character at him.

friendr; un: hawke

[indigobird]

[She's getting some serious Anders vibes from him, and that's not entirely a good thing. Though she reminds herself that not all revolutionaries are the same. Still, she'll be proceeding somewhat cautiously.]

"down with the establishment" and all that? and what's this about the occult?

[falselife]

[ This is strange. All of this is strange.

Not the ghosts, not that they're everywhere - that everyone else seems to be able to just- see them. These spirits are truly spirits, too, not creatures of the undead that people really do know and see (where she's from, anyway), but spirits! The kind that Juniper has spent her entire life knowing that only she could see.

So she doesn't know what to make of it when a man bumps into her, and very clearly is distracted by the ghostly figure of a red haired woman. At least- she thinks it's clear that he sees her. ]

Make it up to me?

[ It's a nice offer, she thinks. Human? Is he human? He looks human (unlike her, a tiefling of dark complexion, all white eyes, curled horns like that of a ram), but this place and its people have been... well, they've been something. Juniper hesitates a moment, unsure at first whether or not she wants to ask, but ultimately, ]

Can you see her?

Bodhi Rook | Star Wars

[onlyeverdoubted]

i

Bodhi is a city kid.

He's quick to pick up the basics for simple repairs like this (while glancing longingly at a tech team where he'd like to feel more at home but where most of the machines don't work in any way he finds familiar). The medium is new--he'd be much happier working on an engine block--it has predictable physical properties and is fairly simple to deal with. Even if the whole exercise does remind him entirely too much of his teenage chores of (ineptly) fixing holes that the slow-boiling war of occupation left all over NiJedha.

The work is fine. The big scary thumping noises? There's no getting used to it. He jumps half out of his skin every time.

iii

NiJedha was once the center of dozens if not hundreds of faiths, big and small, strange and simple, united only in being centered on The Force and the kyber crystals that made the little moon what it was. Then it was a smoldering ruin, the surviving monks and pilgrims reduced to indigence and guerrilla warfare, the ones who did not survive often declining to go gentle. In other words, Bodhi grew up in a very haunted city. The glimpses out of the corner of his eye are a bit unnerving, but the dead really don't frighten him in general. He doesn't look long at any of them, though. Because there are plenty of dead people in particular who frighten him very much.

It's not one of those he finally has to acknowledge, though. That almost would have been easier. Bodhi spends most of his time in a state of slow-burning abject terror. But seeing Corporal Tonc--just for a second, a flickering but unmistakable figure a few feet ahead of him--that he can't handle nearly so easily. Of everyone he met in the horrible few days after his defection, the only one who showed him unmotivated, simple kindness--and one he knows for certain died as a result of his stupid plan. Well, who didn't, that day on Scarif, but the master switch was Bodhi's idea.

That finally leaves him looking like he's seen a ghost.

iv

While he wasn't quite sure what he'd be getting into, a couple quick glances have demonstrated to Bodhi that he absolutely would not enjoy seeing the big, scary haunted houses. Gore and torture and psychological torment are constant companions, not novelties. He's intending to walk (quickly) back to the rest of the park and the rides that feel a little bit like flying again when he stops at the one clearly intended for children. He's never been a sucker for cute, but after all the unpleasant little tugs at his nerves checking out the real scares, there's something incredibly endearing about the silly, colorful tribute to the idea of being scared, perfectly harmlessly.

He hangs back despite the temptation. It's... probably a little weird for a lone adult to be so intrigued.

v

	Friendr
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	» Age: 25 » Seeking: People to talk to » Preferences: I could probably talk about most things, really? » Interests:ships, piloting, geoscience » Bio: cargo pilot, born on Jedha, trained in Terrabe, I've seen every episode of Beyond the Outer Rim
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iii.

[evasives]

When Cassian first sees Bodhi, he just assumes it's another ghost. He remembers this from last year - the way the images flickered in and out throughout the quarantine, and he had virtually hidden away in his apartment with Jyn, not wanting to deal with it at all.

He stops and stares at Bodhi, for what's probably far too long, but he's trying to figure out if the man is real or not. Then he sees Corporal Tonc too, quickly followed by the way Bodhi reacts, and Cassian knows he is not an illusion this time.

He hurries over, but in a very careful way, so as to not startle his long lost friend (he can use the word friend, right? All of them in the end he would at the very least call friend). "Bodhi?"

v.

[bythehand]

[ Ah, to live and be pinged by someone he's definitely heard about and even got to meet one time. It would be a lie to say Finn isn't pleased to swipe towards that check mark. ]

I haven't met anyone who's interested in geoscience, but in a city like this you could probably find a few. Maybe a club or something.

i.

[volitaunt]

[ Poe decided to let Cassian take a turn behind the stick of his mother's ship, flying patrol along the wall and trying to scare off some of the pigs. So far it hasn't been working, but doing nothing doesn't sit right with either one of them.

So he's on the ground, on protection detail with a squad of the Perimeter Guardsmen. There's not much for them to do, really, but walk back and forth around the tech geeks like battleships in orbit.

Poe is passing by with BB-8 on his heels when one of them jumps for what has to be the fifth time. He stops, putting a gentle hand on the man's shoulder. ]

Relax. We're here to make sure nothing--Bodhi?

[ No, he hadn't met the man more than briefly before he disappeared, but there's a part of Poe that's kept an eye out ever since. ]

luke skywalker | star wars (legends flavor)

[antecede]

prompt i + ii, or Things Get Hog Wild

[ well, there's no way he wasn't going to try to help.

luke comes out to the agriculture sector with a few ideas in mind, wanting to see the situation for himself. (and, alright, maybe he feels compelled to see if there's anything he can do when farms are on the line. old habits, he guesses.) he might be found:

1) helping with repairs or reinforcement on the fencing, patiently fixing whatever he can, despite the angry hogs making a ruckus nearby. or maybe you're the one fixing the fence, and he's giving you a hand with the work.

2) or maybe he's there when some hogs get too close to breaking through the fence -- or somehow hurting one of the people trying to reinforce it. his lightsaber leaps to his hand and he ignites it, illuminating the area with the bright green blade. "don't worry," he'll say, "i won't let you get hurt."

3) or maybe you notice him looking...very intently...at the hogs? what he's actually trying to do is a get a read on them through the force -- hard as it is to sense much beyond their single-minded hatred and anger -- and if there's any way to reason with them. if there's a way he can soothe their thirst for revenge, get them interested in compromise. or jedi mind trick them, if it comes to that.

but it really just looks like he's staring at them.

when the hogs and other creatures finally break through the fence, luke's not far away. his lightsaber flashes to life in his hands, and while he tries to avoid killing the monsters when possible, the situation doesn't leave him much room for mercy. he'll be keeping an eye to people who need protecting in particular, helping the unarmed get away. this could mean he steps in to help your character if it seems like they need help, or that he might be in need of help himself. just saying, his track record with local wildlife is terrible (wampa, anyone?) ]

prompt iv, or It's the Monster Mash

[ as a matter of fact, luke has never been to an amusement park before. but he's familiar with the idea, sort of; there were traveling shows on tatooine sometimes, circuses with varied acts for anyone willing or able to shell out the credits. but they paled in comparison to how elaborate and plain large this park is, full of games and rides and people. it's curiosity that draws him there, a desire to know more about the park, its offerings, and the people here. he comes alone, but if he sees a familiar face, he might smile faintly and ask, ]

What do you think?

[ about all this.

or maybe your character is around when a hapless actor, dressed like a bloody clown, tries to sneak up on him. they jump out from (seemingly) nowhere, shouting, but luke just....turns and blinks at them. "oh," he says. "sorry. you're very scary."

the force, man.

or maybe he's standing near you at one of the food vendors, eyeing some of the fair food -- cotton candy, corn dogs, or something else -- with a bemused frown. ]

I've no idea what any of this is, [ he admits. ]

prompt v, or The Social Network

	Friendr
«		»
	» Age: 23 » Seeking: A friendly face » Preferences: Oh, I'm not picky » Interests: the Force, X-wings, peace » Bio: Honestly, I'm not all that interesting.
	base code by photosynthesis
	Luke Skywalker
	« ✘ ✔ »

[ he...tried? he sure tried, anyway. ]

(ooc | for those familiar with legends, he's from after the truce at bakura; for those who aren't, he's just from less than a week after the events of return of the jedi, featuring a left turn into dealing with some murdery alien dinosaurs. i am absolutely not making that up. also, i'm happy to match brackets or prose formatting.)

what is a star war...

[gasping]

if you're not picky, do you even technically have preferences?

hog wild

[bythehand]

[ Finn's distantly considered the possibility of, you know. Actual Luke Skywalker turning up in the Quarantine eventually. Whether it was more likely to be the older man he maybe caught a glimpse of on Crait or a younger one, the one whose face and old holo footage made more than a few appearances in years of First Order history lessons.

Skewed a little towards old battlefield tactics and propaganda, maybe, and Finn is far from given to hero worship based on history lessons, but the most important names seem to be universal regardless.

And in considering the possibility that Luke Skywalker could turn up here, Finn's naturally considered the possibility that he might end up meeting the guy. It's a strange thing. The way people from their galaxy tend to find each other so easily, even if they're from different years. Different wars.

He never really considered that he might see Luke Skywalker, the Luke Skywalker, took down the first Death Star, helped defeat the Empire... staring intently down at a gaggle of angry wild animals like he's trying to win a staring contest. Somehow it just never made the list, which was mostly comprised of probably just getting introduced by someone else who ran into him somewhere. Or something.

For the moment, he's setting the introductions thing on a back burner. More important than Timelines and Alternate Universes Redux is the fact that everyone on assignment here right now is by extension on his team, as far as Finn is concerned. And Finn is a very team-oriented person. He can't say, as a teammate, that this particular choice in the middle of hog hell leaves him at ease. ]

I don't need to tell you to stay on this side of the fence, right? Because I can follow you over there, but I really think we're better off staying in one piece as long as we can right now.

The Social Network

[volitaunt]

[ Poe, mentally: LOOHK SKYWALKAR???

Poe, externally: ]

No X-wings here that we've found, but I just finished getting an A-wing flight ready.

ii

[scalesandsecrets]

[Scaly blue fingers work quickly, bypassing fried circuits with the skill of someone who'd hacked worked with numerous systems in the past. This time though the need is even more pressing, given the monstrous hogs less than a metre away, smashing themselves against the malfunctioning section of fence which unless brought back up to full power isn't going to last much longer.

As her partner on this particular stretch of fence speaks, those luminous yellow eyes fix on the lightsaber for a moment with what might be interest before Mystique turns back to her work, reconnecting circuits while keeping an eye on those creatures just a few metres away on the other side of the fence.]

I can protect myself.

[Those words, echoing unnaturally as if more than one person were speaking with her, are the first thing she's said directly to Luke for the whole of the trip out to the outer fence. It's not that she's disinterested in learning more about the young Jedi, far from it, it's just that she's not interested in making polite conversation, not least because of the slavering creatures almost about to break through.]