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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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Yeah, you better.

[He smiles, his tone saying 'which means you have to stay alive' more than anything else.

After all, it's not like he's got anywhere to go if he does steal it.]

You're right. I don't even know your name.

[ He laughs. Softly, and with a smile. Michael knows how to take a punch.

Just because he'd shared a little truth doesn't mean he's owed any. If anything, he'd done it for himself. Because he doesn't want to lie anymore, even if he should. If he were brave enough, strong enough, he would tell the truth to anyone who would listen. He's being selfish, right now, inflicting himself on this person, and if he's really taking a hard look in the mirror, for the last four years.

How long can you live in another man's shoes before they become your own? Robbing a bank, going to prison, planning an escape, none of it had been as simple as getting a tattoo and pulling on a pair of striped pajamas.

Michael has blood on his hands, his hands. He tries not to look at them often. Michael lies to a lot of people, but no one as often as himself.

His eyes scan the room, lingering on the exits. Three of them. All within equal distance from where they stand. Michael should take any one of them and go.

He doesn't, because this is the closest he's come to a real conversation since his arrival, and he's lonely and hurting. His assumption, right or wrong, had been that this man was lonely and hurting too. ]

You just looked like you were waiting for something.

Morrigan's half-smile takes on a wry slant. She would be a wealthy woman indeed if she had a silver for every person she has met under unfortunate circumstances.

"Agreed." It would be nice to think she has not simply survived a crisis in her own world to be plunged into a crisis in this one. "On both counts." Her eyes stray to a pair of volunteers struggling with the fence. "It seems fire is a helpful deterrent. I can cast a barrier on you if you would like," she adds, an afterthought. "A temporary effect only, but until it is worn down their claws and teeth will be less of a concern."

Helpful, she imagines, if Cecelia's confidence with her new weapon is not high.

Not if you keep 'em in line.

[Red Jenny's hunting down former Jenny's that had gone to the dark side after getting rich: it was very much a Sera past time. But for now...well. There's a whole new world of rich pricks to get to know and terrorize. It's a strange sort of Saturnalia gift.]

But you don't have much to worry on, yeah? Not like any of us showed up rolling in it.

Yeah, it's-- yeah. No problem. I mean... it might not even happen. I know how all this multiverse stuff works.

[She's still a bit shaken at being so easily believed, so she just sort of ducks her head and focuses on softening her already silent steps behind him.]

(ooc; awh, thank you! i fell asleep mid-tag last night but i did manage to slide my app in and it was accepted this morning so if you would like to make this canon we totally can? c:)

Of course not. That's just the hunger talking.

[ U wanna fite about it? Shay is pretty comfortable patronizing people just in general. ]

[His hand closes on the spine of the book. His fingers spasm a little, not in anger or shock but in an amusement so strong he almost laughs outright. He honestly can't remember the last time anyone even tried to speak to him like that. Certainly, before he stepped into the skin of James Flint. But even McGraw was formidable, on those rough London streets. There has always been something animal, unknowable in him. In his Navy days, it only ever came to light in a fight, but as Flint it subsumed him.

Yet. Here he is getting spoken to like a syphilitic halfwit by a slip of a boy over absolutely nothing, completely without fear.

Flint could not, by dint of his reputation, allow such a thing to stand. Hell, in Nassau it'd be all but expected that - rather than suffer that insult - he'd just kill the boy in the street and leave his body in the gutters as a reminder to anyone else who might cross him. James has rather more freedom than that, though, and he merely takes the book into his hands. It's a novelty not to have to leave someone dead for the sake of his reputation.]

I believe the words you were looking for were 'I accept your apology'.

[He says it with nothing more than mild amusement.]

Edited 2017-03-05 21:44 (UTC)

I think it is you who shouldn't have gotten in my way,

mudila yobanny!

[ The Russian rolls easily from his tongue as he reaches and grasps the nearest object as a weapon. It's a table lamp, but it's better than nothing as the other's own posture becomes more threatening. ]

How fucked are you that they aren't even giving you some kind of allowance? Get your own food! I paid for that, it's mine! [ He snarled, not backing down an inch, despite knowing it was probably in his best interests to do so. ]

Edited 2017-03-05 22:09 (UTC)

[ flushing now, because what the hell, he's being hit on??? he scoffs and looks away. ]

It's... this kind of barrier between what mortals experience and the supernatural. It tends to alter the perceptions of what mortals see and it can be manipulated by those with enough talent.

Demigods and nature spirits, as well as the occasional human, can see through it.

[His demons are never quiescent, but they can be put away. Anger recedes, scraped back into the depths of him like a man dragged under the ocean spray with an anchor lashed to his feet. It fights him. It always does, but he is his own master.

As to sympathy-- well, he has never been a creature of that habit. He feels none of it here. But there is a possibility that this boy is trying less to rattle him specifically, and that he is himself rattled and can intuit enough to recognize that there are, in fact, similarities. Certainly they are both rough men. He would posit, also intelligent. But this boy seems a wreck of himself, at odds with everything he is, a cacophony of contradictions. James is too fucking old to think that such a presentation could exist without intent to manipulate, but every good lie has a truth to it, laid into its bones.

James does not like being picked apart. Silver does the same, and God help him, but Silver is one of the most dangerous men he knows. He is not afraid of making enemies, but to hold those who pose the greatest hazard to you close is the greater wisdom. His eyes narrow, calculating.

His name? Why, he very nearly says Flint.]

James.

[His tone hasn't changed. It's still distant and dispassionate. It's neither an olive branch nor an albatross, but it's plain enough.]

[Wandering around some strange woods is probably a dangerous idea, but like, literally who gives a shit? If there's anything out here that's scary enough to be a threat, bring it, he's bored as shit and antsy from being stuck so far away from Magnus and Merle, who are probably half-dead by now without him. (Or maybe he's out here because he knows it's where Magnus would be, searching for adventure, but he's not going to admit that).

So - woods, alone, his umbrella hooked over his arm, though he decided against his hat since people keep making a big deal about it and as much as he loves the attention, sometimes a guy just wants to chill.

The last thing he's expecting is someone to yell at him, which is why Ellie's voice makes him jump a little, swinging around in the direction it came from with his Umbra Staff raised, until the words actually register. As does the voice - a girl, kinda young, and it came from up high.

Taako lowers the umbrella and squints up at the trees.]

Fuck, don't scare a dude like that! My heart can't take it.

[His heart can handle it.]

Aliens?

[ It's all a bit technologically advanced for Prometheus, and Oliver killed Damien Darhk, so Curtis' bet is on the Dominators. ~~Shame how he phrased it...~~ ]

[ She doesn't seem the type to be dishonest on purpose. Losing her world, and trying to make sure he doesn't lose the one he has left. It's a very deep wound, and he knows how it feels on one's shoulders.

No point dwelling, so he keeps walking, now in complete silence. ]

( yes, I'd love to c: )

[ y i k e s ]

Do you know what they look like, or what they call themselves?

[ Huh, this guy didn't even bat an eye at the whole "aliens did it" thing. Interesting. ]

We had some alien troubles not that long ago. They called themselves the 'Dominators' which I'm pretty sure is also an old episode of Doctor Who.

As for looks, tall, hairless, kinda skeletal. Giant heads, big teeth. They abducted some friends of mine and put them in some kind of fantasy world because they were scanning their brains for information. So I'm thinking that's what's happening here.

Edited 2017-03-06 00:30 (UTC)

[ Nothing to see here Curtis. Move along. ]

Sounds nasty. What about your friends, why were they taken?

[ You can't imagine his relief this person didn't say 'Kryptonians'. ]

[ Curtis was just minding his business. Carrying sandbags. Doing his part, you know? Except one moment his back's turned and there's an entire section that needs sandbags, and then when he turns around again, there's a wall there. A wall made of stone. A wall that was definitely not there a few seconds ago.

He stares, open-mouthed, taking off his glasses to wipe the rain from them. But when he puts them back on, the wall is still there. So Curtis takes a few steps towards it, ignoring the cold rain beating down on his head and shoulders. He points a finger at the wall, glancing around him, asks in a loud voice: ]

Where'd that wall come from? I swear that wasn't there, like, ten seconds ago. It wasn't there, right?

Oh, it was because they knew stuff about metahumans, but they weren't actually metahumans themselves.

They woke themselves up, though. Maybe we could do that too if we just figured out how.

[ Yeah, you know what? He's just gonna ask. ]

You seem weirdly not weird about the whole 'aliens are real' thing. You're probably thinking I'm some kind of crazy person, right?

[ Metahumans is a new word. Clark is going to keep it. ]

I'm a reporter. It's not so far-fetched, honestly, considering there's a conspiracy theory that aliens visited us as long ago as ancient Egypt.

I don't recognise the term 'metahuman'. Do you mind if I ask about it?

[It's comfortable. Ellie's learned to wear silence like a second skin.

But eventually her curiosity makes itself known and as she's stepping over a fallen log,]

What's it like? Kansas. In 2013.

I'm from a small town. Everyone knows everyone else, works hard, and pulls together.

[ Smallville had been his next stop after Metropolis. The community had already raised two-thirds of the money to rebuild. A little help from Superman didn't hurt.

He pauses to brush away the last few fronds, so she can stand next to him and look over the city. ]

It's not a place people stop in if they were heading somewhere else.

And being a reporter just makes you immune to being surprised by stuff?

Yeah, but just because there's a conspiracy about something doesn't mean it's legit. In fact, usually works the opposite way. And I'm pretty sure Dominators or no Dominators, the only people who think aliens built the pyramids are crazy dudes on the History Channel.

[ If he hasn't even heard of metahumans than he must not be from Curtis' universe. So weird. Though it would have been weirder a few months back before he knew that kind of thing was actually possible. ]

People with abilities. Like, superhuman abilities. Bunch of folks over in Central City got hit with exotic matter when the particle accelerator there exploded, and some of them got superpowers. Which apparently made the Dominators pretty antsy.

If you can't take getting yelled at, I'd hate to see how you handle a bullet.

[She is clearly entirely sympathetic about this plight, except not. Now what's this weirdo doing and what's he waving around at her? Umbrellas didn't survive the apocalypse, and she squints at him. Yeah, okay, she's not coming down just yet, and her fingers curl around the stock of her gun in readiness to raise it if she feels particularly threatened.]

The fact that there might be life on other planets isn't shocking. It's that some of them decided to visit Earth and kidnap your friends.

[ He might stop now before he digs himself a deeper grave. Particle accelerator, exotic matter. People with abilities. ]

Central City? I don't remember an accident like that. It might not have happened yet.

[The thing is, all of that could just as easily apply to Boston. Small zone, everybody knows everybody. They work hard because there's no choice, it's that or you starve.

But there's something soft about how he says it. Boston was her city but it was never her home. She never had one of those, not any physical place. It was something she could grasp at when she was with Riley, and later with Joel. But this... this is more like listening to Henry talk about Harleys.

She steps up beside him and glances out across the ruins as the dying light withdraws its burnt fingers like a living thing being dragged away. She shivers.]

It sounds nice. I'd've stopped there.

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you only have yourself to blame

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takes blame gladly tbh

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