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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[pundemic]

[She startles a little, like he's pulled her out of some reverie. She looks at him, and then to the fire.]

Yeah, sure. Whatever you wanna know.

[signifies]

[ It's a thousand yard stare.

She also hasn't touched his food.

Clark pulls a small notebook and pencil out of his backpack, and opens it to a fresh page. ]

What are the symptoms of an infection? How long does it last? Is there any way to contain it?

[livingsymbol]

[Oops. Okay, so maybe they got carried away with their bickering and usual slightly competitive game, and somehow they managed to lose track of Michael. Thankfully, their teammate is a tough guy considering he's working with two trained heroes. Steve stands up, smiling when Michael gives his assessment. At least he seems to know what the thing is.]

Sounds like a plan to me.

[He might sound a little bit chipper. Steve likes having a goal ahead. Monsters guarding the way? No problem! He trusts what Michael says.]

[pundemic]

[She swallows.]

There are two ways to transfer it. At least... that I know about. One, you get... bit by somebody, or... you know, blood or saliva transfer, so if one of them bleeds on you, in your mouth or on a cut or something, it's-- well, you're pretty fucked. The other way is, uh... the fungus releases spores, so if there's a dead infected body around you need to watch out for that. Thank fuck they aren't microscopic, you can see them in the air. But breathing them in, that turns you too.

[She exhales, and shifts around until she's sitting cross-legged. One hand is back in her hoodie pocket, gripping tight around that knife. The other reaches for a handful of blueberries. She chews thoughtfully while she thinks about how to describe it.]

So you've got somebody that's bit. The bite starts lookin' real bad in just a few hours. Obvious infection along the veins and arteries, you know? The skin turns this-- burnt red. Fever. Can't walk or talk real well. And whoever it is-- whoever got bit, they stop being a person. The fungus takes over, and then they're just... they're gone.

[She looks up at him, meets his eyes. She doesn't shy away from this.]

There is no 'how long does it last'. It's not like a cold. It's terminal. Every time. [Not always, but that's personal.] And as for containment... best you got is to kill them before they kill you.

[pundemic]

[wait. what?

She's so confused by that weird word (is he trying to say 'bubble'?) and by the fact that he has, apparently, never seen a bullet in his life that she just sort of blinks in the world's most emphatic bemusement.

-- Does he have pointy ears. Fucking HARD SQUINT.]

Whoa, wait a minute. What are you?

[Ellie: possessing of neither manners nor chill.]

#comicbookmedia

[signifies]

[ If people died, he should be around. Clark makes a note of the date. ]

It's across the bay from Gotham City.

[spellslots]

[Oh good, an opportunity to talk about himself, this is great.

Taako gives the umbrella twirl, before sticking the point in the ground and leaning on the handle lazily, as he shoots a grin in Ellie's direction.]

I am but a simple elf wizard. What are you?

[signifies]

[ He writes this down. If it spreads in the blood would amputation work as a last resort? Death is a final solution. To think they use it first is a desperate world. ]

Was anyone working on a cure that you know of?

[pundemic]

[Marlene. The Fireflies. There had to be more people. All across the world, who were trying. That's what humans do, isn't it? They keep trying?

But Ellie sets her jaw.]

No. They stopped.

[signifies]

[ He keeps writing. Whatever her world is like, he doesn't think humans would give up.

Something has happened. ]

If done fast enough, does amputation work? What about cauterisation?

[pundemic]

No. Nothing works. Trust me, it's-- it's all been tried.

[It's a hopeless fight, but she's not a hopeless person. It's hard.]

[pundemic]

A-- what?

[Is this dude okay or is he insane??? She has no way of knowing for sure. So she'll just. Stay up her tree, if that's okay.]

What the fuck's a elfwizard?

[Ellie reads jokebooks for fun, not Tolkien. And she doesn't exactly talk to other people, so her pop culture is. Well, it's lacking.]

[signifies]

[ Clark closes his notebook. This is a difficult subject, and he'd rather not let it drag. ]

Thank you for telling me. If I have any more questions, I'll ask you.

[ He picks up one of the granola bars, takes a bite, and chews thoughtfully. ]

[pundemic]

Yeah, well. You know.

[She flaps her hand. Tries for a smile.]

Open book, and all.

[signifies]

[ Open book, huh? ]

Not feeling hungry?

v.

[inlaid]

I'd believe a hallucination before the other two but I'm pretty sure it's not that either.

Have you already ruled out demonic sorcery? They're the only ones I can think of that could land a punch like this to all of us, that would want to.

[spellslots]

No, no, an elf who is also a wizard! It's okay, it can be quite confusing.

[That could come across as condescending, but he's just joking around. He's met enough people who think elves are made up or that magic isn't real to assume this girl is one of the same.]

I can always give a demonstration. Of the wizard part, I can't prove that I'm an elf unless you want to wait until it's dark.

[The only cool elf shit he's got is nightvision (and a high acrobatics modifier).

And the ears. Also those.]

[pundemic]

[uhhh yeah about that. Ellie gestures at the food he'd set out.]

You, um. You go ahead.

[She almost said first.]

[signifies]

[ So food can't be trusted unless you make it yourself.

Clark nods and prepares to heat the soup. ]

Do you want to have a look around after this?

[pundemic]

[It's getting dark outside. She knows the general lay-out. They have a fire, she has a gun. She shakes her head.]

No thanks. Me and darkness don't really agree on a lot of things.

[It's not really a fear, it's just. You know. Things lurk. She tries to make light of it with a little smile.]

[signifies]

[ They have a fire, she has a gun, and Clark can shoot lasers from his eyes. Perfect. ]

We'll sleep in shifts, then. Do you want to take first watch?

[pundemic]

[Hnnn okay so, wait, 'wizard' is sort of familiar. She tries to remember where she's heard it before, but, you know, when your day-to-day life boils down to survival, your brain doesn't tend to take significant stock of things that don't directly contribute to that end.]

Wait, is that... like... can you do magic? Is that what you mean?

V

[notthatblonde]

You're not in Star City anymore Curtis. No need to be so suspicious.

[prisonking]

[ James takes his hand. Michael smiles with his eyes.

Michael feels everything. Every scar, every callus, every thickened joint, and battle-hardened bone. James' hands say more about him than anything he's said aloud.

They remind him of his brothers hands. Big, and strong, adept at hurting, and surprisingly capable of holding. Michael misses him. The corner of his mouth quirks. If Lincoln is gone, there's no point to any of it. If he allows himself to stop, and think about the possibility of having lost him, of losing, it might kill him.

He breathes in through his nose. Forces the thought back into the small, dark cell at the back of his mind where he keeps his fear, anxiety and regret under lock and key.

His grip is soft. Yielding. Allowing James to make as much, or as little, of the motion as he pleases. Michael's strength has never been one of force, or assertion. The warmth of his hand, and the suggestion of his fingertips, have their own hold. ]

What's your poison? Personally, I'm all about cake. Chocolate cake, specifically. The darker, the better.

[pundemic]

[She exhales.]

Yeah. Sounds good to me.