riverview: test drive meme

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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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Comments

AWWW MAN can't resist

[toolatetochangethename]

monsters!

AW COME ON!

[Figures, the ONE GUY who can actually see Scott when he's ant sized, also the guy able to lob gross monsters at him. 'Scuse him while he punches it, which gets really gross and splatty.]

Tell me that was an accident!

[arsebiscuit]

You shoot fire from your nips?

[Laser focus. That's what this is. From her reclined position on the table, hands freezing in mid air]

[diagenesis]

[For fuck's sake, he's chuckling again. He hasn't had this much of a time of it since he and Gates sat up late into the night talking about Craig accidentally imbibing a bottle of piss.]

Decidedly not. I only meant that to some, knowing how to fight is already an aberration.

[zethir]

[She finds herself working with someone else by unspoken agreement, which suits her fine. She's happy to continue to cart the sandbags around while he helps distribute them, a little quicker than she can due to his added height and strength.

Bryn focuses on her own work, but it's habit to keep an eye on him and everyone else in her vicinity.

The offer of water and nutrient bars is more than welcome, however, as is the opportunity to interact. She takes a bottle and one of the bars with a quick smile.]

Thanks the deities. [She tucks the bar into a back pocket before twisting the bottle top off, drinking more than a sip or two before capping it again.] Appreciate that. And the help with the sandbags too. It's a lot of work for just one person.

[i_had_faith]

[ Peggy has had her moments of impulsivity. Headstrong, her brother had always called her. But this was more following a suspicion. A hunch, as it was called in those pulp novels.

The glare and the voice don't match up at all, which raises that hunch to a definite 'something is up'.]

You don't need to risk yourself, either.... [That pause, where a conversational partner should volunteer his name.]

And I assure you, 'safe' is not a place I'm familiar with.

[wingedman]

[Sam looks at the guy - possibly from a world where Disney doesn't exist, though when everyone's wearing whatever clothes they've been able to find, it's hard to tell - and makes his own judgment call.]

I'm guessing Grumpy, am I right?

[But the fact that he's still smiling means that it isn't necessarily intended as an insult, just a friendly jab.]

[arsebiscuit]

Tch, details. Any farmer can pick up a sword, yeah? Might not know the pointy end...but magic's magic. Gotta be all freak-like to use it. Can't go learn it when the cookie shop don't work out.

[Normal: the fact everyone can murder when they really need to.]

[diagenesis]

[That word, as it stands, wasn't invented until well after James Flint is dust and bone, so he has to rely on contextual clues to infer it's meaning. Luckily, he is too perceptive a person by far to take insult where none has been given, so instead he just lifts one shoulder in a shrug and leans back in his chair. Lazily, yet he makes it seem like he owns the room in doing so.]

I've been called considerably worse than that. [... presumaby???] But I confess, I've no idea what you're talking about.

[wingedman]

What, you think I'm trying to turn you into monster chow? I mean, these dudes could use some breath mints, I'm not gonna deny that, but-

[Hold that thought. Sam drops out of the tree, wings outspread, and does a cool twirly thing in the air - enabling him to spin and shoot the monster that had been about to get the drop on him.]

Definitely not trying to get you killed. That'd be really inconvenient.

[diagenesis]

I wouldn't know. Magic doesn't exist in my world.

[Oh, some sailors would argue, but James has seen too much of the world. Magic, superstition, all such devilry hold no sway over him.]

[signifies]

[ There's nothing wrong with deferring to others with more experience, especially those who expect to be followed. Flint is very self-assured, and Clark falls into step behind him. Setting down the shovels, he looks around, examining the knots. He was briefly at sea himself, but didn't learn all of them. ]

Not particularly.

[ After the backbreaking work they just did, highly suspect. Clark isn't really hungry, but Flint offered. ]

I'd have one of those small granola bars, if you don't mind.

[burntbridges]

Oh, if I have a body who's died in this world that should be enough. I don't think it works for those who have died in other places... at least, I can't contact any spirits from my world, but I assume I could speak to the dead from this one.

[She can tell he's uncomfortable, but there's no point in backing out now. She's not ashamed at all of her trade - in fact, she's never felt any need for anything but pride in it. She is among the best in her family, and it's clear how much more comfortable she becomes when death is the topic.]

(2)

[signifies]

[ Clark smiles back at him, pushing over the small plate of untouched appetisers. ]

Clark. Pisces. Which Snow White are we talking about?

[ There is no flaw in this plan. ]

(iii)

[signifies]

[ She's more than welcome to commandeer the table. Clark wasn't busy with anything else, and smiles at her warmly. His nametag reads just CLARK in block letters. ]

I was told it's a good way to get to know the people here.

[ They're stuck here indefinitely, and dinner is free. ]

[arsebiscuit]

You wait. It's got to be all over. All this...stinks like magic. Don't care what the fancy folks say.

[diagenesis]

[He rummages. Once secured, he tosses the aforementioned item in Clark's direction with an easy underhand, not one meant to test.]

I have towels, if you've a care to dry yourself.

[What a fucking luxury they are, too. Aboard a ship, when you got wet you simply worked that way. The baths at the Hamilton estate had fancy linens one used, but he's not felt such a thing against his skin in a long, long time.]

[divulsion]

I'll look forward to our negotiating then.

[Because she's not against bargaining and haggling depending on what he may ask for, especially in light of his talk of gold and gems and such.]

In the meantime, should I expect to find you here throughout the feast, watching the perimeter?

[She needs to go mingle with her guests more, in the spirit of the event, and it's her own way of asking if he plans to mingle as well or if he'll continue to observe instead. No doubt she'll come back at least once more to speak with him again before the end.]

[diagenesis]

[He pauses with his glass halfway to his lips, the barest hesitation before he follows through with the gesture and then sets it neatly down.]

I can accept that it's the most likely culprit for us having been brought here. You don't like it very much, do you?

[signifies]

[ There're very few people out there in this weather, and those that are aren't struggling or screaming for help. Clark lingers near the door, and backs away when Bucky enters. ]

Thank you.

[ He steps away to fetch a towel. There's a mechanical sound coming from under the man's clothes, with a human voice and a human heart. ]

Here, dry off.

[arsebiscuit]

It's power. Real, can blow up the friggin world power, ain't it? And people have it. Power people...they gotta have those without under heel, don't they.

[It isn't a question. It's a statement as she finally looks away and struggles to bring the water to her lips.]

Ain't natural, having something like that you can't learn or steal.

[diagenesis]

[Unsettling business. He holds counsel enough with so many dead men and a woman whose blood he wore once like warpaint, it's too fucking ghastly to imagine a scenario where speaking with them again could be a corporeal reality.

He strokes his beard, rubs his knuckles against the bristles of it.]

Can you raise them?

[livingsymbol]

Why not?

[Look, he's not going to bite you, Bucky. Steve actually looks disappointed to hear that Bucky isn't planning on staying.]

It's still pouring out there, and it looks like it'll only get worse. Stay.

[Even if Bucky does take off, Steve could catch up with him. And then there would be two idiots lost in the storm. Steve's look says he's weighing that option.]

[divulsion]

[Wanda resists the urge to wrinkle her nose. She's not a big fan of hot dogs, though she's not particularly picky with food in the long run when it's always preferred to hunger.]

The goulash? We could, if you'd like. I've found most of the ingredients here to make it.

[Assuming she's not worn out by the time they're done.]

Hot dogs would be fine though. Or burgers? There ought to be somewhere that serves both. Anything will serve as long as red meat is involved.

[signifies]

[ He smiles, politely. If she's remarking on the mysterious fact that he's doing more than one person physically can, it's being sidestepped. Clark isn't in the habit of discussing what he can do. In fact, he doesn't know what his limits are, let alone how to describe them to another person. ]

Just happy to help. Do you need someone to take over the cart while you rest?

[signifies]

Thank you, I'd appreciate a towel.

[ He pockets the bar. ]

My name is Clark.

[ Just Clark the alien. The cape and suit came with him but they're neatly folded in his apartment and kept out of sight. ]