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riverview: test drive meme

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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prompt i: batten down the hatches

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!

prompt ii: monster madness

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.

prompt iii: hold your lover close

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.

prompt iv: solution

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.

prompt v: wildcard/network

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!

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[ The Illuminati used to call themselves C-listers, well aware of where they stood. Titania always looked miserably defiant of that, strong as she was, and it became clear quickly to Sylvie that her teammates were too bitter to understand why none of them made it big. Sylvie? She always wanted to be a hero. Wiccan had yanked back her only chance, it felt, a few years ago after initially offering her a spot on the Young Avengers, yet at length she hadn't hated him. He was a good person, at heart.

As Steve Rogers (Captain freaking America) asks her to help, here and now, her eyes widen and she nods after a moment of dumbstruck surprise, the same desperate urge to prove she can be a positive influence returning with all the force of a brick wall. She's suddenly eighteen again. ]

Y-Yeah. Right now?

[ Just to make sure no one is lingering there and will get a bad headache from thirty sandbags getting dumped on top of them. ]

I can make sure you don't run out of bullets, if that helps.

[ The same way her magic always provided enough money for her first team before Loki died. Without the god's influence here, her power seems to be her own and she's eager to use it freely once again. Restocking a gun's chamber is easy, she doesn't have to focus on a certain type of monetary bill to put into a specific bank account; altering a simpler reality seems like the best stepping-stone for now, and this stranger presents the perfect opportunity.

Minus weapons of any kind (save a banging ensemble and hair-do, arguably), she rubs a bare arm self-consciously and appears entirely unprepared next to his small arsenal. Definitely the I'm A Sorceress And Left My Cape At Home type. ]

As long as you're a good enough shot not to hit me.

[ The wryest of jokes. ]

[Surprise is the first thing to takes over his features, and he knows it - Random? He has no idea what the hell it's supposed to mean, but he quickly school his face into something more composed.]

I'm fine, I'm fine - are you?

[She's the one that got knocked into, after all, not him. And he's significantly bigger than her.]

Well, I can't quite spill all of my secrets in seven minutes, now, can I? [He smiles, the teasing coming sort of easier now. He's still learning it, though, and he can only hope it doesn't fall completely flat.]

Your story sounds similar to mine. Did you try to get out of a sticky situation while working for them, or against them? [He's seen way too many spy movies in his life that it's the first thing he thinks about.]

The Champion of Earth thing, it's... okay. I was born to do it. It was my destiny, and I was raised by the military. I started training coordination when I was two, languages at three, martial arts at four. And so on, you get the idea.

[Alright Ms. Bubblegum, nee Cronut, Ronan has reached the end of his nonexistent patience. He slams his hand against the bubble over and over.]

It doesn't care about that! It cares about me!

[Is that a claw cracking through to his side? Whatever it is, Ronan doesn't take his eyes off Sylvie. He'll find out later. He doesn't have to look to hear the night horror screaming with both beaks. For himself, he settles for only a snarl.]

You're so scared now?

[He smashes his hand against the bubble to punctuate the next few words.]

Let. Me. Out.

So you're both as stupid as each other, okay.

[ A roll of her eyes, folding her arms, and the shield vanishes as Sylvie teleports into the sky above. There she levitates, vaguely hoping the dumb beast (and the clawed animal, hah) accidentally flatten each other with the suddenness of her absence. ]

[The night horror goes down on four legs beside Ronan. Ronan paces, kicks the air, and spits on the ground where Slyive was.]

Forget her!

[Whether or not that's directed at the night horror, the creature leaves.

Ronan grabs the nearest monster by the throat and this time he doesn't stop punching it.

Now this is why he doesn't like airheads.]

[ Brute. Forget her? if his attitude wasn't so awfully ungrateful then she would gladly leave, but the way he spits on the ground incenses her pride.

Other monsters gain a green glow to their eyes as she takes control of their minds and persuades them to start encroaching on Ronan instead of bothering with other people in the immediate area; not to fight and draw the ire of his pet beast, merely to loom and showcase her manipulative powers when pissed as they block him in. The creature battling Ronan tries to retreat into Sylvie's round-up, its expression slackening.

The new circular wall of monsters pays her no attention where Sylvie floats above as the Enchantress. In a twisted way, she thinks (hopes) Amora would be proud, but mostly she aims to scare Ronan. ]

Am I easy to forget now?

I was hoping for scoring something more fun than just free food. [He smiles, finishing his drink in one big gulp. He's not exactly comfortable, but he's definitely not just wanting to snatch some coupon for free tacos. He's had free food all his life, after all, it's not really special to him.]

Maybe there's something more fun, like, I don't know. A kung-fu class or something?

I guess it'd be different to get out and see the sights this place has to offer, sure.

[ Although she wouldn't at all be opposed to free tacos. Squinting at him, she gives the guy a once-over at their table. ]

Do you fight a lot? Kung-fu not included.

[Ronan's not intimidated when he looks up at Sylvie. His expression is, in one word, seriously?]

Yeah. Now who's drawing attention?

[The night horror comes back around. Ronan says nothing to it. He's no longer convinced Sylvie's the wrong target. For all he knows, her powers are from a demon and he's not inclined to acquiesce to people who ally with demons.]

Stop being a waste of time!

They won't hurt me if I tell them not to, I don't care if they eat you. And you should be grateful, I was trying to help!

[ Feeding off her mindset, the mini monster army beneath her starts to snarl and bare their fangs. ]

Trying.

[For Ronan, being scared is something that happens when he's not angry. Once under attack, there's no room for fear. There's only existence. Blood flowing through bulging veins, the cracked skin over his bruised knuckles. Why should he fear now when he' so alive?

Also, why should he fear when his night horror, the raven-human hybrid of Ronan's nightmares, is flying at Sylvie with claws outstretched. This one can't be controlled.]

Ugh! You're such a jerk.

[ Landing on the ground, she directs her monsters to get in the way of Ronan's beast and its claws, forcing them to protect her as she glares at its owner. ]

I hope you do die out here!

[ Even if she isn't actually going to engage him directly and instead opts to stalk away. ]

[Guilty as charged.

Ronan immediately takes the opportunity to run away from Sylvie and her monster friends. He has a stunningly low sense of self-preservation yet in spite of that, he doesn't want to die anymore.

Still, parting is such sweet sorrow. So he bids Sylvie a fond farewell by flipping her the bird.]

ii. Of flags and fences

[Steve doesn't hesitate when he hears that the fences are in trouble. He hops right on a truck and heads to the edge of Quarantine, joining the other volunteers. When they arrive, he can see why so many flyers are being handed out. The Perimeter Guard is holding back what looks like a siege, with movement well beyond what he can see from inside the fences, indicating a countless number of-]

What are they?

[The creatures surrounding them aren't humans or animals that Steve has seen before. He asks a nearby Perimeter Guard the question, hoping to find out about these monsters before they decide to charge. Know your enemies' habits. Figure out how they think and use that. Not so easy to do when you've never seen beasts like them before. Steve joins the rest of the group trying to repair the damage done to the fence while there's a pause in the fight. It's a race against time before the next attack.]

iii. Well, this is awkward.

For the last time-

[Steve has said that a couple times already, to no avail. The man passing out flyers is especially persistent, throwing an arm over the blonde's shoulder as he pushes the eighth colorful ad into his hands.

Aw, come on, buddy. A guy like you? You've gotta have plenty of girlfriends. Or make some new friends. Show them a good time!

The hard-sell is quickly leading to Steve losing his patience. He's trying to help everyone, but this method is definitely not his forte. He looks around, finally just desperate enough to silently beg for help from a bystander. Please, give him an excuse to throw this overly eager promoter off so he can escape without physically shoving him away? He might even play date just for the chance to breathe again.]

iv. I saw this on a movie once

[The storm isn't improving and the call goes out for people to risk the wilds in order to find the source of the problem. Of course Steve is going to volunteer. He joins the group as they face the jungle, fending off the wildlife and avoiding sinkholes caused by the excess rain. When they reach the strange device, Steve has no clue how to even open it.]

I hope you're a technician.

(ooc: For prompt iv, I'm up for more people in one thread. If you'd like to make it a three or four person thread, hop in? Or we can do pairs.]

[Wherever Steve goes, Bucky goes with him. They're partners - Captain America needs a Bucky to watch his back, and here in Riverview Quarantine, that hasn't changed. It's a long day in the intermittent rain, fighting off aggressive animals and trekking through difficult terrain. When they finally find what seems to be causing the strange weather patterns, Bucky snorts, coming up behind Steve, shouldering his weapon.

A technician, he is not.]

We can wing it. How hard can it be to turn it off?

['Trapped' is never an option for James Barnes. The storm is definitely here, pelting the world outside with a torrent of rain, but sitting around and waiting has never done Bucky much good. It reminds him of sitting in bombed out shelters in Europe, going over plans with the Invaders or Army officials, but even a decent-ish memory isn't enough to keep him in one place for long. He gets restless.

When someone else slips through the door and drops a bag, dripping puddles on the floor, Bucky quirks a brow where he's standing by the window, having been watching the water levels slowly rise outside. He tosses a towel at him without a word about his soggy state.]

Maybe I'll go check on the river again. [He can only imagine how awkward this might get, with the two of them stuck here.]

[The fingers of his metal hand, gloved to shield it from view and make him more inconspicuous, curl into a fist.]

I can survive out in a storm.

[He knows that's not what this is about, but it's easier than addressing the true issues.]

[Her words make his eyebrows shoot up in surprise. Sometimes he forgets how easily and casually most people make friends, just chatting with one another without ever wondering if they're safe or what the hidden agenda might be.]

I don't make a very good friend.

[It's low and level, but he's not leaving quite yet. It's not like he can get far, not with that storm raging outside.]

[Maybe he's wrong. His memory isn't what it should be, she could just be someone who reminds him enough of Agent Carter in looks that the two have mingled in his faulty recollections. She certainly doesn't seem to know him, which allows some of the tension to release from his shoulders.]

Keep your gun, I can handle myself.

[He doesn't see the need to mention the veritable arsenal that he usually carries around.]

Water. Anything else while I'm out there?

[Okay, so she does know him. That final statement is pretty much confirmation of that, and his stance is immediately shifting in subtle ways as if he half expects her to go for him and trap him.]

You know who I am.

[It's only half a question, food forgotten.]

Steve told you.

[He won't get ill, it's just not really possible. A sickness would have to be severe grade to get into his system, a common cold is never going to do it, so he doesn't even bother to respond to that.

He just opens up the bag and holds it out.]

Bread, apples, some cold sausage. Help yourself.

[As if having one Steve around isn't bad enough, having a second Steve makes things so much more complicated. Especially when this one comes pre-equipped with another Bucky and a whole different history. As if he's not already confused enough about the situation.

He freezes when Steve speaks, half goes to pick the bag up again, before leaving it where it is on the floor.]

I didn't know you were in this building.

[The implied 'and I wouldn't have come in if I had known' is pretty loud.]

[Oh good, it's the other him.

The tension level inside him ratchets up by about a thousand percent and his stance shifts ever so slightly as if he might run off again at once, though his only actual movement is to snatch that towel out of the air and beginning rubbing his hair down.]

I did it.

[That's where he's been most recently.]

Flood defences are holding.

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