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riverviewooc2017-03-20 10:20 am
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!
● Reserves are currently OPEN.
● Applications open on April 1st.
● 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.
● Since this particular TDM is plot-heavy, current players are welcome to do their own top-levels to interact with the plot. However, since it is still a TDM intended to help potential new players get involved, there will be a special additional +25 Activity Point bonus for any thread submitted by a current player that involves a potential new character rather than focusing on existing CR, for this TDM post.
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. Thanks to player-created plots, this month's Test Drive is set to effect the game setting for the next few months, so please enjoy!
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plot overview
After just over a week of increasingly serious blackouts and brownouts around the city, the team in charge of the structural integrity and defense of the wall has found the source of the problem, and posted a network entry explaining that the issue is caused by a large quantity of lizard-like monsters that have compromised the underground infrastructure of the city, and requesting volunteers to help do a full-scale manual extermination of monsters and assess the damage and do urgent repairs.
The most urgent request presented is for people to help clear out the monsters in the underground tunnels - and there are a lot of them! With estimated monster numbers in the area of 500-1000, ranging from adult to juvenile, there's a lot of work to be done to clear out the underground infrastructure of the city. The Perimeter Guard will have a steady stream of transport trucks going to escort any fight-capable residents who want to volunteer out to the tunnels. They will also provide weapons of various varieties as well as short training sessions on how to use them safely in a confined space for anyone who doesn't have their own.
Whether you fight with a weapon, your fists, magic, or poison darts, your help is more than welcome down in the tunnels. The only real request is to keep seismic or explosive abilities or attacks on the mild side, and to be careful not to poison the city's water supply! Other than that, go wild.
Clearing out monsters is all well and good, but they have definitely done some damage to the city's infrastructure. So it isn't just the brawn that needs to step up to help the city, it's the brains. There's a call for anyone with any kind of special ability that would help with emergency repairs. Whether it's engineers, chemists, anyone with first aid, runners to distribute supplies, or any other special ability that would help out in the underground tunnels and fix some of the damage that's been done, anyone is welcome to help. And if you think it's just scientists who are needed, think again - magic is a well-known if not-well-understood facet of life in Riverview Quarantine, and some of this stuff works on a more arcane level than a mundane one.
And, of course, all of these brainiacs are going to need a little backup, so any bruisers to act as escort and protection are also welcome.
Not everyone has the skills or desire to head out into the jungle and fight for the city, and that's perfectly fine. Inside the Quarantine walls, life is carrying on as normally as it can. That is, aside from the ongoing blackouts.
Wherever you might be in the city, you run a pretty decent risk of getting trapped somewhere for a short period of time. Whether it's trapped in an elevator, a tram car, a store, the housing you share with someone you barely know, or anywhere else in the city, it could happen to you. This could be the start of a beautiful friendship or a meet-cute to tell your grandkids about...at least, that is, if you get along with the person you're stuck with...
Whether your character is posting up a silly word game to distract people from the dangerous mission going on, 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 new, free app is popping up on people's 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.
Many thanks to
mistojen for coding this especially for Riverview!Choose your own adventure and do something else in the setting!
jesse mccree | overwatch.
iii - ... except when it is
v - good samaritans
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"You know," she begins conversationally, "smoking's bad for your health."
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a grin spreads around his cigar. ]
Well, I have faith you can get me patched back up.
[ the words rehearsed and fond, like an old song and dance he'd nearly forgotten. he takes one last puff, then plucks it from between his teeth and stubs it out on damp stone. ]
Long time no see, Doc.
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"Too long, I would say. Now come here and let me look at you before our reunion gets interrupted by a lizard."
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I was hopin' next time I saw you I'd have less in the way of blood and guts on me.
[ jesse for his part is relatively unharmed, a few scrapes here and there, rips in the fabric of his pants that reveal new and old claw marks. but he's still grinning ear to ear. ]
Think I used to hope that every time you were on base, though.
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"And oh, how rarely that was the case, hmm?" There's laughter to her voice as she closes the distance between them to give him a quick hug. The smell of his cigar is heavy on him, but that just brings back memories of their time together in Overwatch. Smells are a powerful trigger that way.
"You have been well, I hope?"
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[ a tone of voice meant to only jokingly appease. he's in a good shape, though, and when she closes in for a hug he spreads his arms wide and squeezes her tight, enough to lift her off the ground without the help of those wings. ]
You know how it is, Doc. Once a troublemaker, always a troublemaker.
[ he says the words more into her hair than anything. even in the muck down here she too has a distinct smell, something clean and sweet and indistinct. hard to believe they've always been the same age. he remembers being young in covert ops, seeing doctor ziegler on base, wondering how it was two people could spend the same amount of time revolving around the sun and still be put together so differently.
he sets her down, looks her over. ]
And from the look of it I reckon it's been the same for you. Always running when the wounded come to call.
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[ Life. John's just not cut out for it anymore. It's a struggle to get up in the morning knowing he'll have to fight the world every step of the way. Today, even the weather's determined to drown him.
Still, a dog's got to do its business. At least someone likes the rain.
The smell of wet fur hangs heavy in the enclosed space, but The Dog is otherwise unobtrusive. The Dog is well behaved. He doesn't fidget or whine, which is more than can be said of most people.
John reaches into his coat pocket and pulls out his communication device. No bars. Some things never change. ]
Doesn't look like we've got reception.
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[ he sounds equal parts amused and annoyed. he doesn't even bother pulling out his own cell to check--no reason for a stranger with a dog under his arm to lie.
he keeps looking up at the ceiling, which is hard to distinguish in the dark. ]
That phone got a brighter light?
[ back home they usually have flashlight functions, or whatnot. maybe teamwork will make the dream work. ]
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[ John's not exactly 'up' on technology. It takes him some button pushing to find the settings on his device and adjust the brightness to maximum.
John squints into the light, then holds it up between them. Bounced off the ceiling, it's bright enough to illuminate both men and add some much needed dimension to the space around them. ]
Better than nothing.
[ The Dog is a grinning, floppy-eared head floating at knee-level. He yawns. In Dog, that means stressed or bored. Maybe both. John can sympathize. ]
But I think we're between floors.
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When there's a will, I reckon there's a way.
[ but with the light on the dog catches his attention in full. there's a very distinct ! moment, and then jesse is hunkering down slightly. even though he's not the exuberant or fawning type, it's clear his affect towards animals is warm. ]
But you're escapin' for two, ain't ya.
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His fingers flex towards the knife in his sock. He sees the violence before it happens. First he'll bring the blade up and under the man's jaw, into the soft spot, then he'll pull it out, and go for the aorta-
Then, the man is kind. Softens around the edges. John releases his breath, his fingers curling back in towards the leash wrapped around his palm.
The Dog likes him, and more often than not, The Dog has better judgement than John does. The Dog bumps his broad snout against the man's hand, shamelessly seeking affection.
John allows it. He's been a good boy. ]
Yeah. Where I go, he goes.
Lucky it caught us on our way back from a walk, or we'd be in trouble.
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but then the moment passes, and the dog is just butting its head into jesse's hand. it's his metal hand too, and it's always charming when an animal doesn't see a difference. that goes for regular folks too, in places where synthetic limbs run a little rare. ]
Lucky indeed.
[ he scritches the dog behind the ears, smiles. ]
Got caught in a blackout earlier too. That one was a good hour or so, so unless yer friend's feelin' limber, we might have to give the waiting game a try.
[ his voice by now is very distinctly a heavy texan drawl. ]
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iii.
his head has been spinning ever since the encounter, like the grief had overflowed from his heart and filled his lungs in the absence of anywhere else to go, and even his legs ache from his prosthetics. so: not the stairs. so, the elevator, not thinking at all about the blackouts.
until the power goes out while he's in the elevator, and the other passenger speaks up. Hanzo blinks, coming back into awareness (he hadn't even realised he'd gone distant) and then groaning as the situation sinks in. ]
In retrospect, [ his voice is quiet, clearly exhausted ] it was foolish to use an elevator now. Perhaps this is deserved.
[ he says that, but he pretty clearly isn't feeling that zen about it. ]
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Ain't nothin' deserved about bein' soaked to the bone and stuck in a dark box.
[ grump grump grump. but it's dryly good-humored grumping as he cranes his head up to look at the ceiling. it really is dark in here without the backup lights. ]
How's your night vision, partner?
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[ it's not a boast. most of his work is done by cover of darkness, and it's always been necessary for him to have keen perception. he's never found himself in need of cybernetic enhancements, so it must be good enough.
Hanzo checks the sash on his kyudo-gi, both sleeves pulled on, tightens the straps that hold his bow and quiver on his back, and then he steps closer to the center of the elevator to look up at whatever the stranger is searching for. in the tone of a person who is used to taking orders: ]
What do you need me to do?
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[ it's taking emergency services awhile to get anywhere thanks to the infestation, and the last building blackout that jesse was privy to had lasted well over an hour.
he glances sideways, registers the man's outfit, the bow strapped to his back, the lax strength sitting in his shoulders. you don't see that every day, jesse thinks--but today it'll be handy. it's always nice to meet somebody ready to take action.
he passes a hand over his cybernetic arm. the blue lights gleam on, close to helpful but still not enough to make out hanzo's face in detail. he points up at the ceiling anyway. ]
Any sign of a hatch up there? [ that'd make it almost too easy, but it's always worth a shot. ]
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he tilts his head, searching the panelling over their heads for any shadow cast by the man's prosthetic, any sign of seams. surely there must be a maintenance hatch, something for use in emergencies— ]
I believe so. [ and then, begrudgingly: ] ... However, I would not be able to reach it.
[ because he's fucking short. ]
i have many talents inc commenting in the right place!!!
If I give you a lift, can you see if it's bolted down?
[ what has two thumbs (one real, one not) and has maybe climbed out of many elevators. shhhh. SHHHHH ]
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Do my eyes deceive me or is this my old friend... ah yes, Joel McCree?
[ It finishes with that familiar little haughty laugh. Genji please. ]
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the laugh is what does it, sending a frisson of something familiar and oddly unguarded up his spine.
the audio clicks on in reply. ]
Your eyes ain't playin' tricks. But my ears might be.
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Has that gun of yours finally made you hard of hearing? A pity.
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Either that or the long years.
[ jesse. jesse he's not that much younger than you jESSE ]
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Do you have gray hair now? A tragedy. Where are you? I must come see for myself.
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[ there's a second where jesse considers not sounding kind of--animated. when jesse was younger he'd thrown exuberant energy at genji when he could, and he'd been rebuffed then, in kind ways and unkind ways alike.
but there's something in genji's voice that feels different now. and, well. curiosity. cats. ]
I can meet ya halfway.
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