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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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[ Michael flinches, startling himself. It takes him a moment to recover. Caught off-guard by the force of his own reaction. He tears his eyes away, looking anywhere but at the other man.

It wouldn't be the first time he's stepped on his own foot.

He's not ready to dance, yet. Not with a woman. Not without her. There are worlds between him and Sara, whose life he ruined, and heart he broke, but she's still the only woman on his mind.

No matter how hard he tries to forget her. For both their sakes. ]

Probably. Couldn't you?

[Interesting reaction. Something to be taken, dissected, catalogued. Every thing a knife when wielded well. There is some part of him that recognizes it, or perhaps that projects upon it what it might mean: some terrible loss. He danced with Miranda once upon a time, and then with Thomas while she watched.

Of course, it could be feigned. That would make it a very specific manipulation, and this man all the more dangerous for it.

He lifts a hand up, elbow cradled in its opposite, and brushes his knuckles against the bristles of his beard. It's a contemplative pose. The Thinker.]

Undoubtedly. [Since it seems they're having that sort of conversation. Back and forth. He actually thinks this young man may well be testing him.] But owing to the-- [A faint gesture out to the dance floor. He has two rings on his left hand, they glint in the light.] unfamiliarity of the dance I thought it best to abstain until I've a better grasp of the steps.

[ ...is this a surprise? Because it shouldn't be.]

I thought there were still some in the Forbidden Forest. Man, Thanos is going to be so angry there is no more unicorn blood.

[ Wait, wait a second...]

...wait, did they actually have candy cane horns then? Because I feel like that would clash with the rainbow shield thing.

[ Stephen had been minding his own damn business for a change. Things were quiet, and he’d actually been considering just making his way down to the library to see what he could find when there was a sudden clamp of an arm around him, tugging him across the sidewalk a few steps. He blinked a bit in surprise, but the continued conversation had enough cues for him to guess what was happening here. One brow lifting as he caught the subtext in the gaze that Loki threw his way, considered disentangling and leaving the man to his argument. But at the same time what was the harm in playing along? So he offered a faint smile, inwardly glad he’d decided to wear something a bit more casual-friendly for his outing. It made selling the whole thing a bit easier as he let a hand settle on his ‘lover’s’ shoulder with an indulgent chuckle. ]

You mean when we went to that little pizza parlor down on Fifth, right my dear? [ Turning his attention to the bouncer, indulgence slipping to something a bit more confused, as if he couldn’t imagine why they were still standing there with the man in their way. ]

There’s nothing wrong is there? [ You owe him Loki. ]

We all start somewhere. Here, I'll show you.

[ Michael needs a distraction. It's too easy to follow her, the memory of her laugh, the scent of her skin, the look on her face when she'd left him, to a place he doesn't have the strength to come back from.

The man in front of him couldn't be more different. Sharp like a razor. He'll be a quick study.

Michael steps back and puts some space between them. He listens to the music, finds the rhythm, and follows it with the snap of his fingers. His brain is as accurate as any metronome. He is never off-beat.

The dance is something between a waltz and a foxtrot, like nothing he'd seen outside of this room. It rises, rolls and glides. Michael follows the movement pattern in his mind like a blueprint, and maps them onto the floor with his feet. Slow at first, one at a time, before linking them together.

He closes his eyes as the arms come in, but keeps his imaginary partner faceless and sexless. It takes everything in him not to think of her. ]

Got it?

Edited 2017-03-04 02:01 (UTC)

[It's a show, to be certain. James truly required no instruction - he is as expert a dancer as he is a swordsman and when you spend half your life on a ship deck you learn to move with something beyond grace - but there's something precise and laudable, certainly, about the way the man moves.

What gives him pause is how freely it's done, and how perilously close they are to inhabiting the same space for the duration of the demonstration. He doesn't step backwards, yet he arches one eyebrow, and a muscle jumps faintly in his jaw as he shifts it to one side.]

And to what do I owe this generosity?

[His tone is an absolute zero of neutrality. Nothing given or offered in the cadence of his words. That his heart is an awful cacophony somewhere between the cage of his ribs is no one's business but his own. Fight or flight. An old ache like a bone broken badly and never mended. No one alive has this fucking right of him. Fuck tests, this feels more like a dark hood and rough rope against his neck.]

[ He's a hard sell, but Michael is determined. He's got nothing left to lose. He came here to meet someone, and that's what he's going to do. ]

Oh, there's nothing generous about it. I'm just hoping you'll feel sorry for me.

[ The corner of Michael's mouth quirks. He doesn't laugh, not out loud, but there's suggestion of it in his voice.

Dancing in front of him. Dancing for him. Either way, it feels good to move. To do something, anything, to get himself out of his head and into his body. Michael's mind is the only prison he can't escape.

He turns with measured grace, looking back over his shoulder. Their eyes meet, and he doesn't look away. ]

I'm Michael, by the way.

[It's not enough to earn his name in turn. James is all but stone, and still hasn't moved save to breathe. There is something at play here he does not want to entertain. He's as stupid as this man in subtle - that is to say, not the least.]

And you wish to barter - what, exactly, with that pity?

[It's a different era. Different worlds. Men at sea will fuck damn near anything and no one hangs for buggery over Nassau. Flint sailed into a storm once, yet this, to him, is perilous.]

@eddie

Wow, that storm was nuts.

Is everyone okay?

How about a dance?

[ Michael extends the invitation with his eyes, voice and hand. The cuff of his sweater slides up over his wrist to reveal a sliver of tattoo. Black ink turned blue against olive skin. ]

Just one.

I'm good.

Can't say the same for the wall.

You were out by the wall in that? Props.

I was helping out in town, making sure no one got hurt. Can I ask what's going on with the wall? Is it compromised?

[The man he is today would dance with Thomas while the whole of the Admiralty watched on. There would be no shame, no scandal that could touch them. He loved Miranda. Loves her still. She is the second of two ghosts with a hold on his heart, her skeletal hands make a cage of it. But he hates every day that he listened to her. That they left. He should have stayed, and fought, and died. At least it would have been a rest, a peace he could be proud of, and not whatever the fuck he's become a decade removed from a life made perfect by love alone.

Thomas entreated him to know no shame. But Thomas isn't here. That someone else would dare stand where he stood and ask this of him is an affront. And James glances down at that hand and then back up with a very slight cant to his head, expression inscrutable. He is angry, beneath the cold steel of his exterior. He is fucking furious. It's not even meant for this poor boy, but James never has been very good at containment, the anger is self-directed but in a quantity too great to have but a single target. An animal lives in him and its teeth are bared, its bite sharp.

He smooths his beard down with the pads of his fingers. God rest his fucking soul, but he'd fight everyone in this room until the whole of it was slick with viscera if he had even an ounce less restraint right now.]

Is this a common thing for you, where you're from? Men asking men to dance.

Edited 2017-03-04 08:41 (UTC)

[Bucky, meanwhile, is a natural fighter. He's been fighting his whole life, from the boxing rings of his youth, to the assassinations of the Winter Soldier; and, as much as he wishes it didn't these days, it feels like a natural state of being.

Which is why he's there. At least fighting these creatures is definitely a good fight, something he can throw his all into. It's more complicated with other people there to try and protect, and he scowls over at the man who talks, getting a gun out from his thigh holster at the same time.]

I see it. Stop staring, start fighting.

[Let me know if this isn't okay.]

[Bucky has never stayed in the communal housing he was assigned, it's far too dangerous and exposed. But living like a ghost, mostly sleeping rough and not having a job, does not really allow for adequate food.

Which is why he's broken into one of the little apartments today. He thinks the owners are out, so he should be safe raiding their fridge like a massive thief.]

[ While Yuri didn't have any particular qualms about the housing, aside from the fact that for some reason they had assigned him an awful roommate. He was used to living in all sorts of places, out of suitcases and backpacks as he travelled around the world for competitions, but usually on his own. To know that he had to actually live with someone for an extended period of time was- less than ideal, to say the least. But still, beggars couldn't be choosers... and it was better than being a beggar.

Which wasn't the opinion some shared, apparently.

He wasn't inclined to go to high school, like he'd been told he ought to. He'd spat at the idea, and instead had found himself back in the gym, back on the ice. There were no olympics to train for here, no world competitions- and yet... He couldn't allow himself to slip. Wouldn't allow a lifelong devotion to his training and hard work go to waste.

So at one in the afternoon, when the apartment should have been empty, Yuri was just coming home.

The sound of the door unlocking would be audible to Bucky where he was snooping around their kitchen, Yuri opening it, toeing off his shoes as he came in. He didn't notice Bucky right away, but there wouldn't be a clean exit for the assassin now. There was no way he could pass through the living room, out the balcony again without being seen. And post workout, the first place Yuri was heading? The kitchen, for a tall glass of water, and a snack.

When Bucky came into view, Yuri froze. But only for half a heart beat. ]

WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING IN MY KITCHEN?!

[Shit. Shit. Shit.

He hears the door unlock and he is immediately clocking the different exit routes, but there's no clear way out without being seen and perhaps intercepted. Which is why he's taken up a ready stance for when the owner gets into view, fully prepared to fight his way out.

Until he sees that the resident is a scrawny teenager.

He doesn't even look guilty, just blank faced as he watches for an opening to escape. It's probably obvious what he's doing, though, as there are various foodstuffs on the counter and stuffed into his pockets.]

Leaving.

[That's what he's doing.]

Not with my food you're not!! [ Yuri bristles like an angry cat, all five foot four of him. His shoulders draw up, his lip curls back, and he sneers at the other, furious. His green eyes narrow, and although his hands don't come out from the pockets of his hoodie, he steps into the other's way, not about to let him leave so easily. ]

Who the hell do you think you are?

[Adam lunges into a roll, reaching out to grab a branch that's fallen to the ground, coming out of it to see Steve protecting himself with a shield not unlike the one Adam should have. It makes something clench in his stomach, but he ignores it, pushes it away as he swings the branch at the lion, driving it back towards the woods it came from.

It takes a while, gaining ground on the animal slowly, but finally, the mountain lion relents, and turns tail. Adam stands up straighter, dropping the branch back on the ground, giving his muddy hand a displeased look. But afterwards, he turns back to Steve and nods, grinning.]

Thank you.

"What's your home world like? What are metahumans?" He asks, wondering if her world is anything like his. It seems like there is such a varying array of people here, with so many different powers and abilities - it makes Adam feel pretty useless at the best of times, and miss the fact that he doesn't have his suit of power even more.

He keeps his voice low, though. He knows better than to start a panic of any kind, even with a small group. No, better to discuss this, the possibilities, as discreetly as possible. He hopes it's something natural, or at least something they can sort out quickly, but who knows what they could potentially be dealing with here? There's so much about this world they don't know.

Right.

[He nods, carefully.]

Think will people complain if I run commentary though? Because that's just habit.

[It's what he's used to do - he's never watching anything with company, so he's always been able to just comment on everything he wanted to.]

That's what I mean. Why, why did you think I'd wear?

[He smirks, curious.]

[Fair point.]

I won't get hurt. But. Maybe I'll just go grab some food.

He... is? Well, that's a first. Straightening up, he chuckles.

"They might be. How quickly do you pick up on things like that?"

[ She smiles, just a little too sweetly. ]

That's a great idea. You should do that.

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