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riverviewooc2017-02-19 07:56 pm
riverview: test drive meme
Welcome to Riverview's first 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!
● Reserves are currently OPEN.
● Applications open on March 1st.
● All threads on the test drive meme can count as game canon once the game is up and running.
● TDM threads do not count for Activity Check, but they do count for Activity Bonus Points.
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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If the sky has seemed a little more yellow-green than usual for the past couple of days, there's a reason for that. Meteorologists have been warning of a particularly nasty storm blowing in from the direction of the Delta in the Southwestern part of the Abandoned City.
The Quarantine is about to be hit by a nasty typhoon, and there's a lot to be done. Whether you're helping sandbag the banks of the river, which is bound to be swollen by the storm and flooding, weatherproofing your building, or just huddling indoors for warmth and helping reassure your friends, family, or partner that everything will be okay, it's time to take action!
There's been a lot of talk around the Quarantine about the various predators and monsters outside the fence, and how they've been getting steadily more active, crowding the fences, trying to leap over them, seemingly driven by some kind of mania. There have even been increasing instances of predators that normally mind their own business attacking the fences wholesale, slamming into it over and over as if they're trying to find a weakness.
The good news? The fences have been holding. So far.
The bad news? They won't be holding for much longer.
The Perimeter Guard is in a bad way, and it's all hands on deck. They've also sent out a few of the Perimeter Guard Cadets to post up flyers around the city asking for temporary help in fighting off the beasts. So pick up whatever weapon you're best with, hop onto a truck transport, and head on over to the fences to help drive off the monsters and keep the Quarantine safe.
With a storm rolling in that's going to keep everyone indoors, that might cause power outages, and is just frankly pretty scary, a lot of the clubs, restaurants, and hotels are doing special events to keep everyone's brains occupied and flooded with endorphins.
There are flyers around the city advertising various couples activities: speed dating, dance classes, overnight pool parties, and all-expenses-paid lovers' nights in.
The catch? The great deals only count if you're a twosome. So if you don't have someone to love, hit up speed dating in the indoor courtyard of Riverview's largest mall, or grab the first person you see and take the opportunity.
After a day or two of storm activity, things are definitely not getting better: the rain is torrential, the monsters are attacking with increased energy and decreased rest times, and the distractions are starting to wear thin. Power outages happen off and on, a very rare situation in Riverview Quarantine.
The government has put out an all-points-bulletin imploring anyone with an exploratory spirit to help.
From what government science techs can tell, the storm isn't natural - after all, even the meteorologists were saying that the pressure systems seemed extremely strange. They've managed to narrow the cause to an area in the delta where the storm seems to be originating from, and are broadcasting the general location so anyone with the guts can head out into the storm and try to find the source of it.
Any characters who decide to penetrate the jungle in search of the source will find a device in the shape of a pyramid, with glowing blue edges about a day's walk into the Abandoned City. The pyramid is a malfunctioning weather control device that is causing wild pressure fluctuations and causing the storm as well as making the animals in the jungle aggressive and erratic. Characters can destroy or deactivate the device to end the storm.
This mission can be threaded out however you would like, in groups however large you would like, and more than one team can accomplish the goal.
Whether you're looking for help with a mission or just want to get to know your fellow new arrivals, your character can make a post to the network.
Or you can choose your own adventure and do something else in the setting!
IV because reasons
Which is, well, not yet. And he spent enough time fighting the monsters already that he automatically is on the side of whoever the damn things are up against. So, stranger, Ant Man to the rescue! Because clearly what this scene needs is tiny guy in a suit zipping around punching the monsterslobber out of things.
Until he cuts through the crowd. ]
The hell are you?!?
oh my god excellent
There are stranger things in heaven and earth than are dreamt of etcetera etcetera.
He has to pivot to grapple with the monster, yelling aloud when it manages to score deep swipe through the red paint of his chest, the glass over one headlight shattering out. He lops off the offending limb with his buzzsaw, the blade screaming in protest against the monster's carapace, but at least it buys him some space as the wounded beast retreats.
Now he can gawk properly.]
You first, micronaut. I didn't know anything that small could be sapient!
[Knock Out. He's trying to help you-- well, presumably.]
:D :D :D
[WAIT! He didn't mean that, you know, his package was small. Just him. Right now. You know.
Right. It's time to get back to punching things for a bit.
You'd think with the monsters looking so insectlike, that Scott would have a chance with them, but yeah, who are we kidding? Scott's luck never runs that way.
Still, that was some heck of a suit this guy's got. Because that's gotta be it, right? Just like a super advanced suit like Tony (cough cough overrated) Stark wears.
There's a lull, so it's time to get, you know, normal sized. ]
Hey, wow, that's...I like what you did with the whole face, and everything there.
[Much better than Stark's permascowl.]
oh my GOD, EXCELLENT
The next surge of monsters demands nearly all of his attention, their frenzied aggression redoubled now that there are two opponents for them to throw themselves at. Knock Out wields his saws with a grim precision, occasionally switching out one or the other for a wicked drill almost as long as his arm. The results of his combat are definitely, ah, messier than the punching, but only about as equivalently effective-- the monsters keep at them both.
By the time he and his mysterious savior get a break, his plating is so hot he's steaming in the rain. Weapons transforming back into his hands, he produces a cloth nearly the size of a bath towel and uses it to wipe ichor off of his face-- which means he misses the whole, you know, getting normal sized thing.]
Hah, thank you. Nacre this white is not easy to find around here--
[He finally turns, and startles back visibly.] Scrap! Where did-- weren't you a lot smaller a minute ago?!
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[Side effect of spending too much time with Hank Pym: you realize that the majority of the things that come out of your mouth fall into the 'painfully lame' category.
Wait, is that new guy toweling himself off? For some reason, that's weirder than the whole buzz saw hands thing. ]
Science, man. [Not HIS science, though. Still, yeah, it's okay to be impressed. It IS pretty cool. ]
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He levels a skeptical look at his benefactor.]
I didn't know humans had that kind of science. [He squints, bright red glowing eyes dimming a little as he does.] Unless you're not human in there?
Who are you, anyway? --Not that I'm not ungrateful, but I'd like to know who I should be thanking for saving my skidplate.
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They call me.
[Pause for effect!]
Ant Man.
[ Okay, it still sounds a little underwhelming.
Monster blood is gross, he'll give you that. He's probably going to need a few showers, even after he takes off the suit. He's just trying not to think about it. ]
We've got all kinds of scien--hey. What do you mean 'humans'? [What's up with that?]
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[He takes a cursory scan of their immediate surroundings, just to make sure there aren't any nasties about to pounce them, then makes an attempt to wring out his towel before he tucks it back away in its storage compartment. He grimaces as he does so; that is damp and unpleasant.]
Hmm, was I unclear~? [Knock Out, it's rude to tease someone who just did you a major solid.]
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[For the record. Pym was a brilliant scientist, but, well, all around pretty terrible at running a business, including naming things.]
My real name's Scott. [Not awesome and manly but hey, it's better than Ant Man?]
And you are? [Because seriously, there's only so much snark he can take from a dude in a suit.] Don't tell me you're another of Tony Stark's Bad Ideas.
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[After taking another sweep of the vicinity to ensure they weren't about to be interrupted, Knock Out actually accords the other person a flourishing little bow.] I'm Knock Out-- that's my name, and what they call me.
--And I have no idea who Tony Stark is, I'm afraid.
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[Don't get him wrong: he's a fan of the whole superpower thing, and the suit is totally his jam, but really. Ant Man. Hank Pym just does not know when he's not being clever.]
Knock Out. [Scuse him while he tries not to snicker. And fails at it.] Really. Like, what a knock out? Or like the punch?
[And just like that, Ant Man doesn't seem quite so lame.]
You are missing nothing. Tony Stark is a jerk.
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[Hey, no fair being rude to the cyb who was just-- rude to you.... Never mind.
Knock Out huffs his vents and stands back on his heels, cocking his hips showily.] Like 'what a knock out' and like a punch-- [He suits action to word, smacking one fist into the other palm with a metallic clang.] We like our names to mean something where I come from, thank you.
[He laughs.] I'll have to make a note to avoid him; I have enough jerks in my life already.
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[Hahahhah because that would be terrible. The worst. But hey, Knock out, like both. Sure, he gets it. It's at least got that pun thing going on, unlike, you know, Iron Man.
Who wasn't even made out of iron! ]
You might not have a choice--he'd probably be all up in your grill if he saw you.
[See what he did there with that pun?]
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[Wait, do humans have creches? Humans don't have creches for their kids, do they.
In this mode, the paneling that corresponds to Knock Out's grill is on his abdomen, and he brushes his hands over it unconsciously. He snorts his vents, lip curling.] I don't take too kindly to getting insects all up in my grill, but he's welcome to try.
[A distant shrieking chatter echoes through the forest, distracting him and reminding him that, pleasant as this banter has been, there are still plenty of monsters out there-- and that he's in this squalid jungle for a reason. He returns his attention to
Ant ManScott.] Are you out here because of your "exploratory spirit" too, or did you just happen to be slogging around in this wretched jungle coincidentally?no subject
So, you're Russian, huh?
[Hey, he READS. There's all sorts of weird shit about Russian babies and birth farms and stuff. ]
Yeah, well, if you let Stark get too close, you'll probably end up in jail.
[It happened to him!]
Me? [Yeah, that sounded like something's out there and not friendly.] Looking for ants, actually.
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[He shivers exaggeratedly, the wheels mounted behind his shoulders giving a little spin.] Mm, no thank you, not interested in doing that again. I'll have to give him a wide berth~.
...Ants. [Well, he's heard stranger. He flicks his fingers, indicating Scott's whole everything in the gesture.] I'm forced to assume that has something to do with the whole, ah, Ant Man thing of yours? More human science?