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Riverview Moderator ([personal profile] riverviewmod) wrote in [community profile] quaranmeme2018-09-20 10:12 pm

riverview: september test drive meme

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.


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

[MechFarming Simulator by Ling Zhao]
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Simon Templar || The Saint (2017)

[personal profile] conning 2018-09-21 05:59 am (UTC)(link)

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
«
»
» 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.
base code by photosynthesis
Simon Templar
« ✘ ✔ »




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.
Edited 2018-09-21 15:01 (UTC)
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Ned Leeds ( MCU )

[personal profile] thechairguy 2018-09-21 07:37 am (UTC)(link)

( 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
«
»
» 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.
base code by photosynthesis
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 [plurk.com profile] poetanarchy if you want to plot something or want a specific starter. ]
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frandar ✔

[personal profile] undersocialized 2018-09-21 04:34 pm (UTC)(link)
Fast cars and fine wine.

Not at the same time, I hope.
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[personal profile] conning 2018-09-21 04:50 pm (UTC)(link)
Only with someone else behind the wheel.
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[personal profile] undersocialized 2018-09-21 05:09 pm (UTC)(link)
I think most cops still frown on that, but I get the feeling that's never been an issue for you.
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[personal profile] conning 2018-09-21 05:25 pm (UTC)(link)
With wealth comes certain privileges.
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[personal profile] undersocialized 2018-09-21 05:55 pm (UTC)(link)
I'm more of a suit man myself.

Cars... well, let's say they don't last.
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[personal profile] conning 2018-09-21 06:59 pm (UTC)(link)
Ride them rough, do you?
Edited 2018-09-21 18:59 (UTC)
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ii.

[personal profile] bestsir 2018-09-21 07:40 pm (UTC)(link)
"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.
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[personal profile] conning 2018-09-21 07:54 pm (UTC)(link)
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."
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[personal profile] bestsir 2018-09-21 07:58 pm (UTC)(link)
"That's exactly what I intended," Harry says. He backs up a few steps; the hog advances to match them. Harry takes a wild swing at it with the rake, catching it on the side; it squeals, but stops in its tracks, which is all the time Harry needs to turn, grab Simon by the arm, and start running.
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[personal profile] conning 2018-09-21 08:28 pm (UTC)(link)
Simon doesn't need much more than the hand on his arm to bolt, heading in the same direction as Harry even though instinct tells him that splitting up would probably serve them both better. He doesn't want to be responsible for that pig thing going after this man instead of him.

It isn't until the pig gets distracted by something behind them and turns away that Simon even starts to slow, and then it's only to seize Harry's arm and pull him down a narrow alley that the creature is too big to follow them trough.

As soon as they're on the other side, he slows, then stops, wincing.

Then realizes something. "Damn. I left the jewelry."
bestsir: (what?)

[personal profile] bestsir 2018-09-21 08:31 pm (UTC)(link)
Harry is winded by the time he stops; he leans against the alley wall and tries to get his breath back before he tries to find out how injured this man is.

"Jewelry?" is all he can manage. What?
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[personal profile] conning 2018-09-21 08:33 pm (UTC)(link)
Simon rests his back against the wall of the nearest building, trying to look casual more than injured.

"Stopped a bit of thievery, for all the good it did. Hopefully the boodle will still be there when all's clear."
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[personal profile] bestsir 2018-09-21 09:09 pm (UTC)(link)
Harry just sort of stares.

"You're ... admitting this. You don't even know who I am."
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[personal profile] conning 2018-09-21 09:14 pm (UTC)(link)
“That is an oversight, isn’t it? Simon Templar at your service.”

Simon raises his hand to offer it to Goodsir—and promptly has to keep himself from doubling up at the ricochet of pain that goes from shoulder blade to ribs. “Ah. Mm. That’s unpleasant.”

He squints, easing himself slowly up again. “And you are?”
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[personal profile] bestsir 2018-09-21 09:17 pm (UTC)(link)

"...Harry Goodsir. And you're hurt. Your ribs?"

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[personal profile] conning 2018-09-21 09:27 pm (UTC)(link)
"Probably." He closes his eyes and leans his head back against the wall of the building. No point in pretending it doesn't hurt at this point. "I think our porcine friend might have broken what was already cracked."
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video; un: d.pavus

[personal profile] tevinteraltus 2018-09-21 10:03 pm (UTC)(link)
[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?
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d. network | un: d.pavus

[personal profile] tevinteraltus 2018-09-21 10:07 pm (UTC)(link)
[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.
Edited (I really wasn't finished now was I?) 2018-09-21 22:09 (UTC)
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[personal profile] undersocialized 2018-09-21 10:28 pm (UTC)(link)
Something like that.

They just spontaneously explode at times. Or end up going over bridges. Unfortunate circumstances, you know?
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[personal profile] conning 2018-09-22 12:52 am (UTC)(link)
[ 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?
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[personal profile] conning 2018-09-22 12:55 am (UTC)(link)
I'm rethinking letting you drive.
tevinteraltus: {<user name="vikael">} (066)

[personal profile] tevinteraltus 2018-09-22 12:56 am (UTC)(link)
Naturally. [He makes a flippant gesture with his hand to accentuate just how silly the idea of the opposite being true is.] Dorian of House Pavus. How do you do?
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[personal profile] conning 2018-09-22 12:59 am (UTC)(link)
A pleasure, I'm sure.

Simon Templar. No formal house to my name, alas.

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