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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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[He really doesn't need to watch. If this Steve is anything like his Steve, he will definitely try to punch giant monsters with his fists. The serum is good for a lot of things, but he's still not sure that's a great idea. Bucky glances down at the vibranium shield on his arm and purses his lips for a moment, obviously debating something inside himself, before he slips his shiny left arm out of the straps, holds it out.]

I want it back cleaned when you're done. I ain't gonna be responsible for any Steve Rogers getting himself into worse trouble because he tried to punch a monster.

[It's okay Sam, if Wanda were more open to talking about herself she might admit readily enough that no, she's not great about getting out there. Pietro was always the social one, and Wanda was usually the one hanging back watching him make friends and approach women. She's not entirely unskilled but the simple fact is that she's never had the desire to put herself out there the way she plans to now.

Sam at least is easy to talk to, and when he breaks off she casts him a small, sly smile. Lifts an eyebrow.]

And what, Sam? [As if she doesn't know exactly what he means. She doesn't even have to dip into his head to make an educated guess.]

I'm sure I'll manage, regardless. I can even keep my eyes and ears open for you if you have a type?

ii: monster madness

[ This was insanity. Everything- from his first arrival, to this moment- this ridiculous decision- insane.

He was a skater, a dancer; not a fighter. He fought with words, and occasionally a well placed kick, or on the ice, surrounded by music and lead by a burning desire for perfection. His greatest weapon there had always been his grace and unfailing determination- nothing like this. It was almost comical, when they had asked him if he would like a weapon- the blank stare he had fixed them in return as he tried to fathom what to put in his hand. What in this world, or any other might help.

'Do you have any knife boots?' he'd asked, joking, because the suggestion was just as absurd as the situation itself. They'd given him confused, quizzical looks back, exchanging unsure glances, before Yuri had scoffed- and picked up a spear taller than he was. He didn't know why. It wasn't as if he really knew how to use one.

He supposed he would figure it out. Or die.

Death was probably a possibility.

Yuri probably should have been more worried about it than he was; but everything was still coloured with a sense of surreality that had him feeling rather... removed from the idea. So there he was. Fifteen, skinny as a rail, gripping a spear tightly in hand, staring at the fences as though he dared any of those monsters to make it across.

He refused to be afraid.

It had once been said he had the eyes of a soldier. A skater, a dancer, and now-

Yuri Plisetsky would prove just what kind of soldier at heart he was.

iii: ~~hold your lover close~~ gross

[ Whoever's idea this sick joke had been was going to meet the bottom of Yuri's boot. It was, apparently, too damn much to ask to get into a dance studio to unwind. To practice. To do anything else that didn't include fighting monsters, dealing with more god damn strangers. Yuri didn't like people enough to put up with this sort of shit on a good day.

Tearing down one of the advertisement pamphlets, Yuri furiously tore it into smaller and smaller pieces, gritting his teeth before throwing the litter to the ground, stomping on it, and grinding it underneath his foot. ]

What asshole came up with such a stupid idea! [ He shouted to no one, still grinding the paper into the ground, before shoving his hands into the pockets of his hoodie, and whipping around. ] What the hell are you looking at, asshole?!

v: wildcard

[ want something different? let me know and we can figure out a different starter! c: ]

Edited 2017-03-02 08:59 (UTC)

[Bucky would rather fight than stay behind. It eases the restless itch that niggles at the back of his mind; he's a man of action, rest is never easy for an old soldier. There are monsters gathering at the fences, and so of course that's where he wants to be. Fighting he knows, at least.

Luckily, he was brought here armed, though he's left the stars and stripes back in his trunk for today. It seemed too bright, too conspicuous. He hops off the transport truck with shield on his back and gun and knife at his belt, boots thudding in the dirt, and that's about when he sees a weedy kid clutching a spear taller than he is. There's a brief flash of disdain on his face - not for the kid, but for the person who recruited him, but it's gone as quickly as it appears.

He schools his features into something calm, if skeptical, as he makes his way over.]

You know how to use that thing? [It's not out of the question. God knows he's known plenty of teenagers who can fight. Hell, he's been a teenage soldier.]

[ It almost seemed as though he hadn't heard the other- but no, he was purposefully ignoring the question. His jaw clenched and unclenched, chewing on the inside of his cheek as he continued to stare at the wall before him. Listening to the noises coming just beyond.

Curling his lip, he finally turned his attention to Bucky, snarling back with a thick, Russian accent, ]

What's it to you, GI Joe? [ Bucky doesn't need to be wearing a uniform for Yuri to know. He just gives off that air of a military man. Either that, or it's the fact he's built like a tank. Broad shouldered and with a walk that speaks to belonging on a battlefield.

Next to him, Yuri hasn't ever really felt more out of place in his leopard print studded leather jacket, his black jeans and dark red leopard print sneakers. ]

What's with the hand? [ He gestures using the end of his spear, knocking towards it, before planting the end back in the dirt again, scowling from underneath his hood. ]

Edited 2017-03-02 09:32 (UTC)

[Well, there's a sight he only sort of remembers - because he had been an angry teenager once himself. He kind of wonders how anyone put up with him. The Major had had the patience of a saint. That accent, though... Moscow, maybe. It's been a while.

When he replies, it's in fluent Russian, the slant to his words speaking more to Moscow than America, though his English had been similarly unaccented. It's hard to tell at a first listen which is his first language.]

Just wondering. I don't see a lot of spears in combat these days. [The corners of his lips quirk up in a brief smile. He holds up the left hand in question, wiggling the fingers.] It's a prosthetic.

[ Surprise flickered briefly across his features at the other speaking in his mother tongue, his fingers clenching around the shaft of the spear. His eyes narrowed again quickly, though, his hair falling to shadow one as he watched the other's metal fingers flex. ]

No shit it's a prosthetic. Never seen anything like it. [ Yuri doesn't smile, doesn't look anything but wary, really. Somehow, having the other speak to him in Russian only served to put him even more on edge, not less. ]

I've never handled a gun before. [ He admitted it, scowling, looking defensive about his choice, his spear. ] Didn't want to be that moron who shoots themselves in the foot because they don't know what they're doing with a damned gun.

So, my dinner date suggestion still holds weight.

[ Chinhanding at you, Clark. ]

I ...

[ I only just got all my magic back, lately. I haven't got drunk since I arrived. I'm tired. ]

I'm on it.

[ Even though she mops her brow and walks a little round-shouldered after exerting herself with the riverbanks, Sylvie starts taking down the remaining sandbags by hand. ]

Edited 2017-03-02 10:18 (UTC)

[He doesn't seem bothered either way as the kid tenses. If Yuri switches back to English, so will he.] It's not exactly on the mass market. [Boy, isn't that an understatement?

But he looks the kid over with an appraising eye when he admits that he's never handled a gun before, maybe with something like approval.]

Smart. See me later if you want a crash course. [Bucky Barnes is a big believer that most people should know at least something about firearms.] Not sure what you're going to do with that thing, but I look forward to seeing it.

[ If nothing else, Yuri was learning that whoever the hell this person was, they were really good at answering questions, without answering them at all. It was irritating as fuck. ]

And who the hell do I ask for? The guy with the metal arm? [ Which, when Yuri really thought about it, would probably be more than effective enough. He doubted that there were many others around here with an arm quite like what the other sported. ] Or maybe I should just ask for GI Joe?

[ For a brief moment, he paused, before huffing out a breath, knocking the butt of his spear against the ground, as if impatient. ] I'm going to do with a spear what people have always done with spears: Stab shit.

[ He smiles amiably at her and pushes over the plate. ]

Yes. Would you like... I think they're crackers.

[To be fair, they're all standing around tense, waiting on something to try and breech the fence. There isn't exactly time for a detailed explanation of Tony Stark the tech genius and SHIELD the super spy agency, or of how he came to have an arm like this in the first place.]

If you want. "James Barnes" would get you farther. [He'll just... give him that name instead of "Bucky", considering there's another version of him running around.] What's your name, kid?

[Bucky looks at him for a moment, and the corners of his mouth quirk up into a very small grin. It's an honest kind of expression, free of mocking. He's unholstering his handgun, switching off the safety and checking it's loaded.] Be careful and stick close. I'll have your six.

[ The flattest stare, a little pitying because brother, what. ]

... Do you knock all the girls off their feet like this?

[ He grimaces, self-conscious now. ]

That bad?

[ help him ]

[ Yuri snorts at the name, because somehow it is its own special kind of irony; that he can't escape some form of Yakov no matter where he goes. This James is particularly overbearing, and irritating. ]

Yuri. Yuri Plisetsky; the Ice Tiger of Russia. [ Because it sounds way more impressive than 'the Russian Faerie' and not as childish as 'the Russian Punk'. In truth, he doesn't even know why he says it. It's not like this guy had done anything but forward a name, hadn't needed anything else. ~~Deep down, maybe Yuri just wanted to impress him, a little.~~ ]

I don't need you to watch my back. What are you, like sixty? We'll see if your creaking bones can even keep up.

Oh, honey.

[ Just ... reaching out to pat his hand, if he lets her. It's like a puppy ran at a glass door with high hopes of the grass touching its feet and was rudely delivered back to reality. ]

We can have a practice date sometime, if you want. To get you prepped.

[He nods, that much is pretty obvious. They have other worlds, the Chitauri and Asgardians pretty much smashed the concept that they were alone in the universe, but he's never even contemplated meeting another version of himself until he got here.

Being confronted so directly only makes him look even more on edge, if that's possible.]

There's nothing to clear up. I don't want to talk to you, and you shouldn't want to talk to me.

[His eyes narrow and he sincerely contemplates just walking out anyway, but he has a feeling that Sam might try to stop him even if he knows he can't, and that wouldn't end well. He's trying to keep a low profile, that means no fighting if he can avoid it.]

Why?

[Is Sam trying to keep him there until Steve arrives? Is this some kind of trap?]

I wouldn't have come in at all if I knew you were here.

[He watches Clark warily, half as if he expects the other man to suddenly attack without warning and half as if he himself is about to attack.]

Fine.

[Some fights aren't worth it, this is one of them.]

You have a name?

[ Clark for his size holds himself deliberately smaller, as unremarked upon as possible. He's aware how threatening it is for anyone, even without them knowing his skin is unbreakable or he can shoot lasers from his eyes. ]

Clark. It's nice to meet you.

[ He doesn't see Bucky as the handshake type, but holds his out nonetheless. ]

[ He lets her. No harm in it. ]

All right. What should I do? Flowers?

Adam chuckles. "I have to admit I'm not much of a dancer, just to warn you. Making you have to deal with my lack of coordination might be enough!"

Of all the things he'd been trained in, dance had never been one. Most of his socialization came from hanging with other soldiers on base, and lots of it was based on competition, pushing Adam to be the best. There wasn't much time for anything else.

No, it doesn't. We've had people bring in clothing, blankets, pillows, whatever they could to make this slightly more comfortable since we're going to have to spend the night here. We're pooling resources - we'll redistribute what belongs to whom after the storm.

[He shrugs.]

You'll have more use for it than any of us in here.

[He's absolutely right, Bucky just stares at that hand for a moment without making any move to take it.]

Simon.

[He plucks a name out of thin air, he's not stupid enough to give his real one or to assume that 'Clark' has done so either.]

How did you wind up out here alone?

[Most people were in the shelters towards the centre of town, Bucky had trailed quite a distance to find one that he thought wouldn't be occupied.]

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