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riverviewooc2017-04-20 11:42 am
riverview: april test drive meme
riverview test drive memeWelcome 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 May 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.
● 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 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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Recently, a team of skilled explorers went out into the jungle to the Northwest of the city to follow up on several sightings of a giant lizardlike behemoth that's been skulking around outside the walls, a creature whose level of aggression (and therefore how dangerous it might be) was unknown. The team, while not exactly as stealthy as they were supposed to be, did manage to find the creature, which they found to have about the intelligence and temperament of a very, very, very large dog. And whom they named Liam.
Having established that the behemoth (which is around the size of a blue whale, snakelike in shape, but with four legs, brown striated scales, large claws and teeth, bad breath, and an affinity for face-licking) is not an intentional danger to the city, the authorities could not rule out the idea that it might cause accidental damage to the city, walls, or crops around the city. As a result, research has been done and a new mission has been drafted and recruited for - baiting the behemoth. The objective of this large-scale mission is for many small, quick-moving teams to take behemoth bait deep into the jungle for the purpose of luring the massive but mostly-harmless creature away from the city and hopefully to a new, less-inhabited feeding area. There is room for many different teams, and all of them should be heading deep into the jungle heading directly away from the city, going Northwest. The authorities in question have come up with a wide variety of food and pheromone scented lures that range from mild to truly stinky, so which type your team gets is up to you.
Each lure is small enough to fit in a cage-shaped canister that can be carried like a backpack by one person with average strength, and each lure-carrier will need to be accompanied by at least one or two fighters. Why, when the behemoth is peaceful? Well....
The behemoth might not be aggressive, but unfortunately it's picked up some unwelcome companions. After last month's near-disaster where a colony of lizardlike monsters had taken up residence in tunnels under the city, wreaking havoc in the power grid, and were subsequently either killed or flushed out of the underground, some of the local fauna has been bumped down the food chain.
The fauna in question is a very large pack of mammalian six-limbed creatures that usually live in the trees and hunt oversized insects in the underbrush. When the lizards escaped the underground into the surrounding jungle, and drastically reduced the population of the insects the mammals usually feed on, the predators became parasites, attacking the only thing left that is more docile than the insects they usually feed on - the behemoth. These creatures are quick-moving, well-camouflaged in the jungle with mottled brown-and-green fur, and sport massive teeth and long tongues that allow them to stick to whatever surface they land on.
Hungry as they are, they will make no distinction between the behemoth's juicy hide and the lure-carrying teams that are trying to help it. Hopefully, their ranks can be thinned enough that the behemoth survives the trip to its new home.
Not everyone is cut out for missions into the jungle or cleaning up angry predatory parasite monsters, but that doesn't mean that staying home means being safe from the weird things that come out of the portal. In the early morning of April 20th, drawn by the warmth of the rising sun, a massive swarm of rainbow-colored fireflies emerges from the portal into the quarantine. Unlike regular fireflies, though, they are bright enough to glow even during the day, and these bugs have bite! While generally harmless aside from stinging a little, the bite of the rainbow fireflies causes certain kinds of emotional response to become heightened, depending on the color of the firefly in question. While scientists have never run into these bugs before and have no idea how it works, they can cause this effect in any kind of sentient creature that is capable of emotion, including androids and characters that are usually unaffected by substances. The effects on emotions are as follows:
| ● RED: Lust/Anger ● ORANGE: Honesty/Openness ● YELLOW: Fear/Anxiety |
● GREEN: Jealousy/Envy ● BLUE: Sadness/Grief ● VIOLET: Love/Affection |
When a character is bitten, the effects on their emotions can last anywhere from an hour to a week, depending on the character's psychology and resistance to certain emotions - for example, if a character has a hard time dealing with their grief, the effect of a blue firefly may last longer than other colors. How the characters manifest the heightened emotional response or sensitivity is up to the individual player, as different body chemistry or other circumstances might change how characters are affected. Red firefly bites have a 50/50 chance of affecting a character with lust or anger, though characters who have not reached sexual maturity (underage characters) won't get get the lust effect.
Firefly effects can be easily avoided simply by avoiding the fireflies. It won't take long for some of the geniuses in the Quarantine to start making and distributing firefly repellent, and characters can expect sales of mosquito tents to skyrocket.
These alien fireflies have a lifespan of around a month, and they are unable to procreate outside their native environment, which means the last of them will be dying off around May 20th.
CLARIFICATION: In response to a player question, the effects of the fireflies CAN layer, so they can be affected by more than one at the same time. Red fireflies with the lust effect don't make characters incapable of controlling themselves, just heighten feelings of arousal/desire.
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 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.
Many thanks to
mistojen for coding this especially for Riverview!Choose your own adventure and do something else in the setting!
angela "mercy" ziegler • overwatch
PEST CONTROL SERVICE.
no subject
Yes. I require healing.
[An inelegant opening, perhaps, but at least he was to the point. Genos had managed to make it through the vast majority of the mission with only superficial damage to his limbs, but there had been a few times when the creatures managed to surprise him. On one occasion he'd had one latched to his side for a good three minutes before he was able to dislodge it.
But the mechanical damage he had suffered wasn't why he was visiting the medics.]
While dealing with the swarms of attacking beasts, one managed to catch me across the back of the neck. The damage there was not insignificant and, as such, has disrupted my sensor feed.
I have very few biological components left and all of them reside in that area.
I am bleeding, but beyond that, it is difficult for me to determine the severity of the wound myself.
will mercy ever escape cyborgs who require healing
quick instructions and a nod to her already sorted patient sends him off, and she's gesturing this new one to sit down in his place - partly for comfort, mostly so that she can actually reach his neck comfortably without having to fumble or stand on the tips of her toes. )
Sit down. I'll see what I can do. ( she's used to treating cyborgs, even those who are part flesh and part machine, and she supposes it's lucky that she's here despite being pulled from her home and those who need her there. as much as she has faith in the people here, mostly, she isn't sure if any have the same experience as she. )
Will you be needing help with the rest of your wounds? I'm not an expert in fixing mechanical faults and the like, but I'm able enough that I can sort them for now until someone more experienced looks them over.
Short answer: No.
No, my remaining parts are within reach and easily corrected. None of my synthetic musculature was seriously damaged.
[Oh, right, this wasn't his usual doctor.]
Thank you. For asking.
[In order to better accommodate her, he bends his head and leans forward. Unfortunately, he wasn't kidding when he said the damage wasn't insignificant. Something talon-like managed to rake out a couple of inch deep furrows across his shoulders and the back of his neck. The muscles, which are wholly human, show beneath the synthetic skin. A small part of his spine is visible but the bone appears undamaged.
If he could feel pain, this would really be a zinger.]
i only have one icon oop
[She hasn't changed. It's the one thing that stands out. It's been years since he saw her last, before the world went to hell in Sweden, and she barely looks any older than the first time she toured the Overwatch facility with an eye to employment. She was a good enough candidate even before she finished medical school to have her pick of all the top hospitals across the world, but she chose Overwatch. It spoke to her character that she would ally herself with a cause she often disagreed with all for the sake of the greater good, to help those that needed it most.
They were all idealists in those days. He wonders how much of that she's kept.]
No.
[His voice is rougher. The mask muffles it. He's taken great pains to erase Jack Morrison from the way he stands, the way he speaks. He's dirty, his jacket is ripped in a few places but there's no blood in sight. Even if he were injured, he wouldn't chance her treating him.]
Here.
[She's been working non-stop. Always a problem with her. He used to find her asleep at her desk well after hours. Least he can do is bring her a bottle of water and an energy bar, both of which he holds out to her.]
who needs icons really
( after brief care instructions and a nod, she sends the injured fighter on their way, satisfied that the bandage would last until they returned home. after putting away the now unneeded supplies, she looks up to an unfamiliar face, and the items held out to her, and something in her melts in appreciation. it reminds her of being at overwatch, her comrades leaving tea or food or something on her desk when she got caught up on her work, and she appreciated it then as much as she does now.
she stands up from where she had been kneeling on the ground, taking a moment to brush herself off before she accepts the water and the energy bar. )
Thank you. ( it's with a smile that she sips at the water carefully. ) I hope you've had some yourself. It's harder work, fighting these things— ( a glance over him shows no injuries, but with a coat like that, she can't be sure without a proper look ) —especially if injured at all.
not me!!
I'm fine. Don't trouble yourself.
[Five words. Probably still somehow more than he's spoken to another human at once in a long, long time. His body language is shuttered, closed-off, but he still wants to ask how she's been. Once upon a time, Jack Morrison was a man that lead by example, that knew the name of every person in every company under his command, that remembered birthdays and anniversaries and the names of children and husbands and wives. Her favourite food, movie, how much sugar she takes in her tea, all things he can reach for in a moment's memory.
He shouldn't stay. But just for a while, he will.]
no subject
( if angela knew who it was, could tell from the familiar curves of what she could see of his face, the gruffness of his muffled voice — perhaps she would be more concerned, if she could figure it out. instead she lets it go at his word, because she isn't here to force people under her care if they say they don't need it. despite how stubborn she can be about aiding others, she's good enough at what she does to see that there isn't anything pressing. no blood oozing out of anywhere, at least.
if she hadn't been tired, perhaps she would have realised. or perhaps not, since he's done so well in changing himself from the commander she knew so well, and even a lack of fatigue wouldn't have changed anything in how that has carried on even in a different world. )
I take it you are from a different world, too? ( and how strange it is to think that - that, even with the advances in technology that have been made in her own world, there are places that exist that can pull you from your own and into theirs. ) As strange as that still feels to ask.
friendr
theres NO WAY you are 37
no subject
pest control;
he falls back to their accompanying medic only when they have a moment's peace, a gash along his left arm from teeth that didn't quite manage to sink in. it's a hazard of archery that his bowstring arm will always be exposed and an easier target, and close-range fights often leave another scar or two on the intricate work of his dragon tattoo. he's patient, waiting quietly while the current injury is dealt with, and only approaching the rest of the way once she turns her attention to him. ]
Not severely. [ his head dips in a quick, polite bow; it's discourteous to be an inconvenience, after all. ] My apologies. Had I the supplies I would have simply dealt with it myself.
no subject
He's focused on the mission when he approaches, initially not really registering the voice of the medic who speaks. ] No, I have brought some supplies.
[ But then, wait— He does a visible double take, shoulders jerking in slight surprise. ] Angela?
no subject
( it takes angela a moment, so caught up in her task as she is, to recognise the voice. it's one she's all too familiar with, having worked with him for so long - and being the cause of it, or part of that at least. her head shoots up so quickly that she's surprised she doesn't have whiplash, and she falters slightly where she stands, as though she doesn't believe he's really there.
of course if this world had pulled her in, there would be others too. she just hadn't expected it, hadn't prepared herself— but it should have been a logical conclusion to jump to. )
Genji. ( she stands up, but doesn't move from where she is, and for a moment she's glad that her patient had already been tended to. ) I didn't realise... ( it takes a moment for the doctor to collect herself, to finish what she wants to say, and she's smiling only slightly when she does. ) It's good to see you.
no subject
It's a little bittersweet on his end; he wasn't the best patient back then. Everyone was at the end of his anger and frustration at some point, and Dr. Ziegler did get the brunt of it. In his worst moments, he wondered why anyone had even bothered to try to save him.
He doesn't think that now though, and has no ill will. Genji hopes he gets the chance to express that to her. After his moment, he goes to put the box on a nearby surface and turns back to her. ] It is good to see you too, Doctor, despite the circumstances.
[ He takes a step closer, crossing his arms behind his back. Genji hopes he looks amiable now, not all pent up and angry and literally red all over. ] Have you been well?