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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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[Though the impact was not with the ground, it was still a significant enough drop that Dr. Venture felt his ribs crack as he bounced off one of the creatures. The world went white for a moment and then he was laying on the ground- alive, but in a significant amount of pain. Typical. The sound of a buzz-saw cutting through bone shrieked in his ears followed by the patter of warm liquid raining down on his limp body. Covered in gore and not inclined to move, he squints petulantly up at the remaining monster as it looms over him.]

What's it look like? And don't bother with a triumphant monologue - I don't care. It wasn't my idea to come here in the first place.

[Whether he hears the little comment or not, it's hard to say, because he's snapped into focus, shield on his arm and gun in his hand. His attention is mostly on the fence, on the thundering footsteps drawing closer, but also partly on Yuri, just to make sure.

He lets the kid fight. He doesn't get in the way of his spear, though when one monster becomes three, he leaves Yuri just the one, springing into action to take care of the other two. Despite being slightly short, and stocky, he moves quickly and with a grace that speaks of acrobatics training, launching himself onto the back of one of the beasts and jamming his handgun against the back of its neck, firing off a loud, splattering shot.

The second, when it tries to approach Yuri, gets a shield to the skull, vibranium impacting against bone with a sickening crunch, and arcing back to his hand.]

[She doesn't give him instruction. Not yet. He hasn't questioned the last name she tacked on, which she finds curious. She knows she's the only one here from her world, the only one who would know that it's a last name traditionally given to Aspurran orphans kept in the care of the priests and priestesses of the Twelve. A surname to give them all a sense of family if they don't have their own. And, in her line of work, a name given to an unknown entity. Someone, like this Adam, who hasn't given a last name, or none at all.

He's a curious element for her, one reason among many she doesn't mind forgoing meeting more people if it means unraveling a bit of the mystery that he presents.]

Is this world similar to yours at all?

[Bryn grins, shrugs.]

Probably. It's one thing if you're in the privacy of your own place but in public you're supposed to keep your mouth shut. Not everyone likes a discussion when they're watching a movie. And you don't know who's hard of hearing that might miss something because you're talking.

[Basically, it's generally considered rude in any universe, probably.]

But we could probably find someone who'll talk all about the movie with you after. I would. I'm sure others would too. Assuming it's good enough to be worth talking about later, anyway.

[When he hands it off, it doesn't feel like it does with his Steve. They've shared the shield back and forth before, even in the middle of a fight. That's easy, sharing ownership like that with the man it belonged to. But this is still a Steve, even if it isn't his Steve, and he doesn't want to see him hurt due to his own stupidity. He can hand it off for just one fight. That, at least - trying to keep Steve out of trouble, taking the more up-close dirty work on himself - that feels familiar.]

It's a long story. [Boy, isn't that an understatement? But after a moment, he adds,] Steve insisted I take it. [Just to make it clear: it wasn't stolen, he has the owner's blessing. As weird as it still feels.]

[The shield arcs back to him precisely after crunching into bone and splattering greenish blood across the ground. He lands heavily on one of the boulders, left hand catching the shield; the wrenching force of it coming back would probably tear off a normal person's arm, but the prosthetic handles it admirably.

He doesn't notice the monster easing quietly down from above. Sam dives down and draws its attention, and Bucky whirls around, shield in front of him, raising his gun.]

Christ, how many of these guys are there?

[Wanda's gaze follows Steve's beyond the truck to the foliage outside. To the stirring. She can't sense anything, however. Not a creature she has no connection to. Wetting her lips with the tip of her tongue, she looks back to Steve.]

We all will, I expect.

[It will soothe her, not just to have a hot meal but one so familiar to her. One that will taste like home when home no longer exists.]

[He's not wrong, Wanda isn't really looking for something or someone in particular. She's there more or less doing the equivalent of window shopping with the expectation that no one there will pique her interest.

Besides, what would she have in common with any of them? Talking about dead parents, dead siblings, submitting to unnatural science experiments with cosmic forces and insane A.I. are hardly something that anyone would want to bond over at an event like this. Herself included.]

No. Nothing in particular for me. [Her lips curl up at the corners again as she glances back to Sam.] I expect that if anyone here does interest me I'll recognize that.

[At least, she thinks so. It's not as if she's ever prioritized on romance in her life.]

I won't say no to recommendations if you happen upon someone, of course.

[Wanda settles back with ease, giving Kara a little nod in thanks. Dressed in her own uniform, she adjusts the lower half of her leather jacket, glancing at Kara's in the process. It's certainly as bright and eye-catching as her own. Perhaps more so with the symbol on her chest.]

Hopefully, though I think all bets are off once we reach the perimeter.

[That might not be the kind of safe that Kara's referring to, but it's what is on her mind at the moment. A moment passes, and Wanda tilts her chin toward the S on Kara's uniform.]

Does that stand for something?

[ It's a child's voice. Although sometimes there are others out exploring, Clark isn't expecting anyone on this route. He stops, glances around although he can make her out clearly. Then, he walks in the direction her voice came from, coming to a stop in a clearing.

She has a rifle and a backpack, probably more than a few knives if he counted them. ]

Sorry.

[ His weight shifts on his feet. ]

I didn't know there was anyone here.

[God, adults. Ellie doesn't like most of them at the best of times. But she refuses to believe all of them are like David, either. Just like she can't trust that all of them are like Joel. She refuses to be afraid. She isn't afraid.

(That's a lie. She's fucking terrified. But it's not going to paralyze her. Maybe that's what she should strive for.)

But even as she swings to the ground (lands lightly, with little disturbance to the leaves and twigs scattered there) she's gripping her knife hard in her hoodie pocket. If he tries anything, she won't hesitate. Never has before. Nobody argues with a stab wound to the throat.]

Maybe you should pay more attention to your surroundings.

[She says it a little stand-offishly, like someone who's trying to sound playful but has forgotten how. She made the choice to draw attention to herself, to talk to him. She's sticking by it unless he does something suspicious.]

[ It would be funny in a world where she knew about his enhanced senses. Clark shrugs minutely. Privately, he's very glad she didn't use the gun or the knife she now holds. A stab wound or a gunshot would work for anyone but him, and it would have made her more afraid than she is. Probably the last thing she should experience is finding her means of self-defence ineffective.

He leaves his empty hands where she can see them. ]

My name is Clark. I was just exploring. What about you?

[-- Actually picking up sounds cool.]

Like, in a car?

[Please be a car.]

[Certain things can't be unlearned. Just because he's the only one she sees doesn't mean he's alone, so she circles him in such a way that she keeps her back to a tree. The gun stays slung, but it's still loaded and she's fast and had a lot of practice. Her hand stays casually against its butt, fingers tapping on the composite stock.]

I was hunting.

[No name. Nothing personal, dude.

But what she does say is done a little sarcastically, in direct answer to his comment about exploring. He's a big guy. Well fed. Probably from one of the nicer worlds she's heard people talk about here, where the Infection hasn't happened yet or won't. It results in exactly the sort of person that would think it's cool to just go on a jaunt near dusk with no visible weapons and no one to watch their back. Either he's doing something shady as shit or he genuinely doesn't know any better. Until she knows which is which, she sure isn't letting go of her knife.]

[ It's second nature to him to be quiet, and unthreatening. Somehow, he doubts that will help a lot, because she didn't give him a name.

She's trying to be very casual with that gun. ]

Rabbits?

[ He can make out some in the forest. There might be deer, but that's much further than anyone should go alone, especially a young girl. ]

I was told they're that way.

[ He points to his right. ]

[He is being Suspiciously Helpful, and the fact that he tries to point her off in a specific direction makes her regret coming down from her perch or alerting him to her presence at all.

She shifts on her feet. Wariness is in every line of her. There are a dozen escape routes from here, she's mapped them all. She has triplines put down in a few places, she bets she could lead this guy right into one of them if she had to.]

Nah. They're too cute and cuddly.

[Let him think she's hunting bigger game. Who the fuck would shoot a rabbit with the heat she's packing, anyway.]

[ Who the fuck indeed. Clark isn't planning to make any sudden movements in the next few minutes, thankfully. ]

May I ask what you're hunting, then?

[She huffs.]

Look. I'm sure you're nice and all, [she isn't. even a little bit.] but what's it matter to you?

[ Clark holds up his hands. ]

I was just curious. I don't mean to bother you, I was just on my way to the city ahead of us.

[Her attention swivels to where he'd come from. She still hasn't taken her hand out of her pocket, or her other one off her gun.]

You aren't bothering me.

[That would give him too much power over her one way or another. She shifts the strap of her rifle higher up on her shoulder with a shrug.]

What, the ruins?

[ He was paying attention to the outer fence and the tread of monsters, not a human girl. Clark would've walked right past her if she hadn't called out. Some humans are so quiet it startles even him.

It's a lot of bravado for someone so young, and she's very close to the kind of violence that makes him worry if not him, she might actually shoot or stab someone. ]

Yes. There's not a lot of food or water there. Shelter depends on whether you like small spaces.

[Sounds right up her alley, honestly. She wants to stay here, live with these people. She does. Ingrained is the idea that there's safety in numbers. But fuck numbers, and fuck anyone who thinks they understand where she's coming from. Sometimes she just wants to be alone and no one seems to get why.

She misses Joel so tangibly it's like he's dead. And that's enough to make her want to push this guy a little. Antagonize him. He's being so fucking careful. Like she's some crazy person with a gun he can't wait to take away. Maybe she is losing her mind. In another life, it was almost poetic.]

Perfect place to hide a body. Right?

[She says that with a light nonchalance. Gallow's humour, and all.]

[ Gallows humour, the best kind around. ]

Uhm, what?

[ On second thought, he might have seen that question coming. She has been gripping that knife very tightly for several minutes, and her words are equally sharp, if not more so. It still hits like a freight train. ]

[She laughs a little. It sounds genuine, or what she thinks genuine laughter sounds like to normal people anyway. Still, she regrets it, and ends up just shaking her head. Get it together, Ellie.]

Fuckin' with you, dude. Though you do seem kinda shady, gotta say.

[A beat. She has to choose trust. You can't run your whole life. And she isn't-- she isn't Joel. She doesn't want to be hard, or cold, or alone. She uncurls her fingers one by one from around her switchblade, and then she sticks her hand out, the move is just quick enough to mask her discomfort with having done it.]

Ellie. My name.

[ It sounds genuine.

He wishes he could point out it's fine if she holds on to the knife if she isn't a handshake person, but she's offering. Clark holds his out and shakes hers firmly. It's a strong grip, and he's mindful of his strength. ]

It's nice to meet you, Ellie.

[ Sorry he's not a serial killer? ]

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