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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 flood defenses are holding. That's... good, but thanks for taking away his only legitimate excuse to leave and dissipate some of this incredible tension. He sort of stands there awkwardly for a moment, trying to think up another excuse to go out into the deadly storm rather than face down the other-universe version of himself.

It's a shame they can't just keep awkwardly dancing around each other.]

Right. That's... good. [James is used to the idea of alternate universes and divergent timelines simply from being an Avenger, but that doesn't mean he's ever dealt with something like this before.]

"Kind of. A little bit. Yes." Between Zatanna, Etrigan the Demon, Essence, Raven, and others...magic was definitely a part of the fabric of his universe. It just rarely ever came to Gotham City - Gotham had plenty of its own problems instead. "I haven't really dealt with it much, though. Beyond, you know, the part where it helped revive me from a vegetative state." He hopped off the truck and looked back up at Ronan. "I stick to criminals, mostly. Creatures with some weird scientific origin story." Magic wasn't his jam. He wasn't scared of it, necessarily, but it was insanely unpredictable.

"Your boyfriend," he said, going back around to it. "He didn't get pulled into here, did he?"

[Steve might have gotten on empty-handed, but the next person on isn't. He's got a handgun and what will be, to Steve, a very familiar shield on his back, both things Bucky'd had when the portal brought him here, because he rarely was without either.

He's here for similar reasons. To feel useful, to work out those restless feelings. He even tries not to be too awkward around a different Steve Rogers, one he hasn't known for most of his life. The question gets a bland shrug out of him.]

No telling. Probably your bog-standard giant monsters. Just go for the heads.

[the portal has supposedly brought in people from all over, so steve would be surprised if wanda was the only one with powers. but he knows what fear and ignorance can do to people. he doesn't want anyone turning on each other. not again.]

If you could see where they are, what direction they're coming from, we could concentrate the bulk of our forces there. We could make the most of our manpower. And womanpower.

[he adds with a bit of a smile. he could almost feel the arch of a brow that nat and peggy would give him for that.]

[The visibility is terrible, and even with his enhanced senses, Steve is struggling against the rain and wind. Adam is thankfully confident. It's nice to have someone who's willing to take on the dangers they are facing and still try to encourage others. He follows after Adam, and is a step behind when the young man finds the angry mountain lion. He freezes in place as well, staring at the animal that is crouched in front of them.]

Stay still. It's okay. I'm with you.

[He steps up to Adam's side, giving the cat another target--one ready to intimidate the animal right back.]

Get ready to move.

[steve would promise to go easy on him, but he doesn't want to insult the guy. besides, he's not convinced that scott would really need him too. his skill set is different, but he definitely saved steve's hide before.]

So we're doing them a favor by offering entertainment. [hold that thought while he get ahold of the next beast that tries to race past, digging his heels into the earth and dragging for a few feet before he manages to stop it. steve gets it in a headlock and starts turning it before he looks up at scott.] Maybe we should make them buy the beers.

[Okay, that gets a look from Jason. He raises an eyebrow at the younger woman, his eyes sweeping over her and sussing her out. No weapons, a little self-conscious, but confident enough to offer help.]

Are you packing an arsenal of bullets somewhere?

[He doesn't sound rude or mean when he asks it, but there is a little skepticism in his voice. There are, he knows, ways that would help him not run out of bullets, but he's interested to hear what she has to say for herself.]

Believe me, I never shoot anyone I'm not aiming for.

[He shifts ever so slightly away from the door, putting his back to the wall to give him a good defensive position with views all around the room.]

Yeah.

[It is good.

The silence stretches awkward, he has no idea what to say to this man who could be him, who is him in another world.]

[She nods, understanding. Wanda wouldn't have thought to try and get an aerial view off the bat, it's never been really necessary in most of their battles, but in this case it would help.]

I'll take a look and let you know where we need to focus our attention. [She tilts her head.] Though with only you and I, are are the bulk of our forces. Unless you intend to lead the others as well?

[Everyone's here to fight the monsters but they're all individuals. They're not part of the team, they haven't designated Steve as the one coordinating the defense efforts. Not that he shouldn't, but Wanda wonders if he intends to recruit everyone to working with them.]

[Wanda's brows draw together, momentarily perplexed by the statement. But it doesn't take her much longer than that to remember that not everyone has been brought here from the same point in time, even if they're from the same reality.]

I do, and he did, but from when I was brought here, we had already met. At the airport?

[Maybe he'll remember at least getting to the airport, or planning to travel there with Steve and Sam, even if he hasn't actually gotten there.]

[If it helps him understand what's happening more, so much the better, but Wanda doesn't entirely see what the connection is. There are just as many people who didn't hop on the transport trucks out to fight monsters, she thinks. The people of Riverview Quarantine are lucky that so many that the portal stole away have these useful skills but it's just a coincidence, isn't it?]

Wanda. And I signed up because I have the skills and training to be effective. I would be doing the same back home if the situation occurred there. What about you? Why did you sign up?

[She doesn't much want to talk about the Avengers, it opens up too many questions about people who aren't here, who may be private, and of course about her as well. And Wanda doesn't open up easily, especially to people she's only just met.]

Ronan frowned. "Kind of. A little bit. Yes." That sounded more like his own world. If he were privy to the Jason's internal additions, he might have changed his mind about that assessment.

What would it be like in a world where magic was well known and widely believed in, anyway? Would it be more dangerous for him or less?

Don't tell anyone.

He'd broken that promise before. Ronan wasn't going to break it again now, not with Jason bringing Adam up again. Served Ronan right for leaving the door wide open.

"He's in Henrietta," Ronan said in a voice that was not as flat and dull as he'd hoped it to be.

Ronan didn't want to think about what Adam was doing without him. If he was on his own or if Gansey and Blue had come back to be with Adam and look for Ronan. If Matthew and Opal were still--

"Kerah!" Chainsaw's raven voice broke into his thoughts and landed on his shoulder.

Ronan jumped down to the ground.

"If I pass out, make sure monsters don't eat me before I wake up and save your ass."

Airport?

[Alarm bells are going haywire in his head, what airport is she talking about? Why would they have met at an airport? Was she helping the Avengers track him down? They found him?

It's probably obvious that he has no idea what she's talking about.]

Which airport? What country?

[It doesn't matter who she is any other day. Right now, they've got a job to do and Steve can see that Sylvie is trying to help. The pressure is on, and it isn't surprising that some people are going to falter. just a bit. It's temporary.]

Right now. Just breathe and concentrate on me right now. I need you to move those sandbags. Lift them up. You can do that, right? Keep them in the air.

[Wanda pauses, looking around them. There are others here and she's not certain how much Bucky wants their business aired aloud where others could hear. Her voice drops a little, but it's steady like her gaze. Unperturbed by the fact that he's tensed.]

Germany. Leipzig/Halle Airport. You, Steve, and Sam drove there to meet Clint, Scott, and myself. We were going to board the quinjet together to head to Siberia, to stop Zemo...

[She trails off.]

I must be ahead of you in time. What is the last thing you remember?

It's nice to meet you, Wanda. [He shrugs. Why did he sign up? Mostly because it's all he's ever known, from the time he was a kid. First fighting for his own right to live, then fighting crime with Batman, then training with Talia, and later with Ducra and the All-Caste. And later still, fighting with Roy and Kori and, now, Artemis and Bizarro. But that's...a lot of backstory, he doesn't have the time to go into all of that.]

It's what I do.

[Simple enough reason, right?] Feels wrong not to do it when I know there's a chance for me to help. Plus, punching monsters? Great way to work out aggression.

[It's what he does.

With a statement like that, and in light of her own experiences with the Avengers, she can't help but wonder if he has a similar role in his own world, especially considering the long list of foes he mentioned earlier. He must, to have come up against not just one or two of them but many more of them.]

And do you have a lot of aggression to work out?

[She lifts a brow, finally a faint smile tugging at the corner of her lips.]

Give me one of your guns and I'll show you what I mean.

[ Holding out a gloved hand for one of them, her air is one of nonchalance. She wiggles her fingers impatiently and amends, ]

I don't want to do anything while you're holding onto it, you might get jumpy. Sometimes people freak out.

Does one become less a carpenter without wood? A Londoner away from London?

[He makes a soft, speculative noise designed to imply he has no set answer, even though he's watching her as he speaks. Nothing in his countenance gives away his opinion on the matter one way or another.

McGraw kept his head down, but Flint has a particular knack for getting the measure of someone. Man or woman, slave or freedman. Humans, for the most part, are driven by the same things. They have the same wants, and they all die the same. So as long as you can slot someone into a category with which you've some familiarity, the odds of them surprising you are low.

Silver. Silver surprises him. Or perhaps it's accurate to say he surprised him once, on a day becalmed. He calculated the amount of strength he would need to expend to spear the man in the fucking throat even as he talked. Flint heard every word of it, yet overlaid on those words was an echo: I betrayed you, I continue to do so, I'll do it again. He was impressed by the flagrancy of it all, and there was one single, infinite moment where he thought for the very first time since London, Perhaps I've met an equal after all. It is not often he lets someone a direct threat to his vision live. He can still remember the stench of rotting whale beneath a merciless sun, gaseous bubbles of its decomposition roiling the surface of the ocean. It felt an appropriate accompaniment to their discussion. So yes, Silver surprised him in a singular, meritorious moment.

This woman is doing similarly, albeit on a less grandiose scale. He's used to strong women, of course. His mother was one. Miranda. Eleanor Guthrie another. Max, Anne Bonny and Madi. He does not have the contempt for the fairer sex that most men do. Why would he, when a person is generally dangerous proportionate to how dearly you've underestimated them? But thus far, Wanda has given him no indication that she's even accustomed to being underestimated. Has the world changed so much as to value women, or is this something unique to her? He finds himself curious, and that is surprising.]

Edited 2017-02-25 18:45 (UTC)

How does concentrating on you help any girl focus on other stuff?

[ Snorting softly, the smile that softly sinks into place illuminates her eyes; literally as they glow, just like the hands she raises. The sandbags all down the street levitate and her expression wavers. ]

Right at the edge of the river?

Hey, I don't know anything about robots that change into cars, okay? I have to ask these things.

[Talk about words she never thought she'd string together. She could still turn him away (maybe) but again there's that whole matter of him saving her life. And the fact that he could just force his way in anyway. These are all just formalities.]

I hate storms.

[Bryn's brows draw together with some confusion, having already mentally waved away his questions about her intentions with her work in light of his training timeline.]

They began training you so young? Was such a thing even effective? I don't mean to question your skills as a Champion but that seems awfully young to expect any kind of results.

[She's aware that there's still a small contingent of Kouhyarans at the outer reaches of the desert who train their children young, but usually they wait until they're a bit older before starting hand to hand combat and weapons training.]

Did you ever even have any time just to be a kid? To have fun getting into trouble as a teenager?

[Bryn lifts an eyebrow curiously, and yes, she notices that he's not leaving just yet. She takes it to mean that while he claims he may not be a good friend, perhaps he wants one anyway. Subconsciously.]

Good is rather a subjective view. There's more than one kind of way to be a good friend so long as you're on the same page with the other person.

[She shrugs.]

We could be the kind of friends who just see each other passing down the street and smile and say hello before continuing on. It's not particularly difficult or demanding but it counts.

"No idea where that is," Jason replied. "But given the multiversal hijinks, also not surprised." Not like anyone here would know what Gotham City was, right? Or Nanda Parbat?

Jason didn't start when Chainsaw returned, but he did eye the bird warily. Truth be told, he had no idea what to make of the bird.

"Pass out? You have any health issues I need to know about or an EPI pen I have to jam into your thigh or something?"

[He barks out a small, warm laugh at that.]

Where I come from, I'm pretty much known as the aggressive, angry one. [The wild card, even, though he's not too fond of that particular description, since wild cards are usually jokers, and Jason doesn't have pleasant history with a very specific Joker.]

So, you know. Maybe a normal amount. [A normal amount for someone raised from the dead, anyway.]

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