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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 doesn't bother to answer the question, but the answer is probably no. He's not ready for this yet, not really.]

Go to sleep, Steve.

[ He didn't look at all perturbed, or impressed by the other's manners, or his mannerisms, for that matter. Whatever air of danger and strength that the other exuded; the calm, understated presence of something that could have possibly been more sinister rolled off of Yuri's back like water. Disregarded as quickly as it was perhaps observed, if the teen noticed it at all. He cocked his head back, nostrils flaring a bit as the eye shadowed by his hair came into view through strands of flaxen blond, his lip curling back a little in disdain. ]

Suck on your apology old man. [ He spits it back, his hands in his pockets as he continues to glower at the other, before glancing at the book in the other's hands, and pursing his lips. ]

Do you speak it? [ The Russian rolls from his lips, curious despite himself as his eyes narrow in a condescending glare. He has his doubts, but he can't help but ask it all the same. ]

[ For a brief moment he can't help but wonder at all of the fluent Russian speakers he seems to keep running into- but the fact of the matter comes back to him again, that he is being stolen from.

He keeps to the Russian, then. Fast, and angry, since the other speaks it well enough to understand. ]

Ever heard of a budget, moron?! That's my shit for the week, I buy more, I forego something else. So put. It. BACK! [ He roars the last word, squaring his stance and snarling, not putting down the lamp. Doing the exact opposite, in fact- squaring himself for a fight he knows he can't win. ]

[He does feel a little bit guilty about it, a good man wouldn't be taking from a kid, but he doesn't feel bad enough to put it back. Instead he takes a half step to the side, trying to calculate if he could get to the door without going through Yuri if he vaulted the counter.]

I'm taking some bread, some ham, and some chips. You have plenty left, this isn't worth fighting me over.

[ That-- that actually takes Tony a little bit by surprise, the thanks. It shouldn't, but for some reason it does. The engineer falters in his steps as he stares at Steve in silence for a moment. He knows that there is tension here, that they are from different times and there are things that need to be talked about, but--

Tony really doesn't want to deal with more shit along with this place and everything else. Not again at least. So he doesn't bring up the tension, the steady thrum of something else between them, and just gives Steve a smile. This one isn't all teeth, isn't poised to deflect or intimidate, it's as close to an honest smile as you get from him as of late.]

Dunno about that, but the lie is appreciated. Not sure it would look great if we started riots over terrible salesmen already.

Surprise registers on Caitlin's face at his response. It's interesting to her that his conclusion to jump to is superheroes when usually people she knows jump to vigilantes or just straight up bad guys. But Adam, for whatever reason, doesn't take that avenue; he opts for the positive side instead. That's...kind of a nice change, actually and, once she has a few seconds to get over the initial surprise, Caitlin smiles, nodding.

"Yeah, like superheroes, that's a good way to put it. I mean, of course, not all of them are good guys," she replies, gently reproaching because...well. Most of them she's encountered haven't been...and Killer Frost most definitely isn't, if she ever gets a chance to take hold and put Caitlin in the back seat.

Her fingers move to the pendant around her neck when he mentions superpowers being cool. He's almost definitely missed the double entendre, but Caitlin hasn't and it makes her smile falter. "We had those, too, once. Aliens, I mean. But a bunch of them teamed up and took care of it. Um, a bunch of the metahumans," she corrects herself, intentionally lumping Supergirl in with that rather than differentiating because in Caitlin's experience, now, aliens are bad. ...except Supergirl. Obviously. "I think it could be useful to have people like that here, but it could also be bad...you have to be careful what you wish for," she points out, fingering the pendant again before forcing her hand to drop away back to her side.

[ The strangled scream of the monster is awful, trilling and gargled as Bucky knocks it away from Yuri's feet. Worse is the wet 'smack' as Bucky punches in the throat. From there, there's no time for the other to see it coming. The loping, panting beast that roars up behind Bucky before he can so much as turn his head to do anything about it, still preoccupied with the one biting down on his metal arm. 'LOOKOUT' he tries to warn, but even as he shouts it he knows it will be too late.

It's like in competitions; Yuri doesn't need to think. After practicing the routine enough, it's secondary nature. His body simply acts.

The spear stays where it is, he can't get it out. It won't help him now. He's unarmed, so he has to be smart about this- but before he's really put too much thought about it he breaks into a run, and jumps.

He isn't heavy enough to bring the thing down, can only lock his knees on either side of it's back, his arms around it's neck as it lets out a roar, momentarily distracted from Bucky's exposed back, far more interested in trying to throw Yuri off. But Yuri is determined, his legs are strong- and he holds on tight. ]

[Arm and shield keep the thrashing teeth away from his soft bits, and it lets out a hideous noise when he punches at it, bringing a foot up to try and kick it back to a safer distance. It's hard when the thing lifts him inches off the ground by his arm, lets him dangle a little. It's going to shake him around like a dog with a chew toy if he doesn't do something-

A roar from behind. His back unprotected. The soft thud of a body leaping and then the heavier footfalls of another monster thrashing about trying to dislodge a nuisance. Yuri.

Bucky lets out a yell of his own, jamming his metal palm farther back into the thing's mouth, where the tongue and throat are unprotected. His arm discharges electricity and in the moist, soft atmosphere, it fries from the inside out with a horrible screeching noise. Finally he can wrench his arm out of its maw as it falls backward with a thud, and then he rounds on the other monster, Yuri still clinging to its back.]

Catch! Get between vertebrae! [Normally one throws a knife blade first, but this time, he tosses the heavy-duty bowie knife still in sheath to the kid. Bucky is cautious about trying to take it down himself like this, afraid it will topple backward and crush Yuri.]

[ It's a good thing his reflexes are strong; the knife sails towards him and Yuri gets one hand out to snatch it from the air, putting the sheath between his teeth and practically tearing it free as the monster scratches at the arm around it's neck, tearing Yuri's sweater and digging bloody gouges in the meat of his arm.

Yuri does as he's told, snapping the knife down with as much force as he can muster between the vertebrae of the creature's neck; pulls the knife back, does it again, a little higher. Tears it free again and this time twists to the right; goes for the jugular for good measure, a green spray of blood and an ugly cry rent from the creatures lips, before it crashes forward into the ground. Then, and only then, does Yuri let go. Shaking and stumbling away, his legs not quite able to hold themselves up, falling to his knees and pushing through the dirt to get further away, spitting the sheath into the dirt as he sits down heavily, panting and shaking as blood runs down his arm.

That, at least, seemed to have been the last of them for now. The cries and clash of battle and the roar of monster screams further, and further away- until everything goes oddly quiet. And then, began the slow patter of rain. ]

[Bucky is on high alert as Yuri brings the monster down, admirably for a kid who's had no combat training. He didn't hesitate, didn't posture or argue when it mattered. It crashes down with a horrible noise and he stumbles off it, but Bucky, breathing hard, scans the area again before he approaches him. He paces the circle of the little clearing and pinpoints what directions he hears monsters in, whether or not they're already engaged with other Perimeter Guards, and how far away they are.

It seems safe for now. The noise dies down, leaving just the sound of wet rain and harsh breathing, the smell of acrid green blood.

Finally, he crosses the clearing to Yuri, stooping down on one knee and frowning slightly when he spots red blood, the kid's blood. He hasn't lost his adrenaline yet; he's been trained not to collapse immediately after a battle, because an end to the fighting doesn't mean an end to the work.]

Here, let me see.

[ He may have dropped the sheath, but he hasn't let go of the knife. His fingers curled around it, gripping it like a lifeline. Just in case. He doesn't know if it's over, even though it sounds like it's over. For now. But being unarmed again feels like it could be the worst thing in the world. He doesn't want it. It made him grip the knife all the tighter, his limbs shaking. Couldn't seem to stop, now that he had started, gulping in breaths of air, trying to calm down.

He jerked back as Bucky came closer, before cringing at his own reaction, squeezing his eyes shut, trying to stop, trying to focus. Numbly he nodded, before lifting his bloodied, shaking arm, offering it out to the other. It didn't hurt, and he found that strange. He felt far away from it; distanced. He knew that was because of the adrenaline, he'd hurt himself in practice before, and had had similar feelings. This, though, was different. He had to bite down on his tongue to keep from whimpering when he opened his eyes again, staring down the damage.

The scratches were deep enough to scar, probably warranting stitches- but nothing he wouldn't recover from, at least. The sight of them still made what little colour Yuri had drain from his face, though. ]

I'm all right. [ he blurts out, but it sounds small even to his own ears. Soft, tight with nervousness and the beginning edges of shock from all he had done. All he had seen. ] I've never- [ His gaze trailed towards the monster he'd stabbed with the knife, his throat tight. ] I've never killed anything before.

[He doesn't try to take the knife back. His shield is close at hand, he can let Yuri hang on to the bowie knife if it makes him feel better. The adrenaline seems to be leaving him, bleeding away, leaving him shaking. Shell-shock, Bucky's seen it before more times than he can count in fellow soldiers out on the fields of war.

He takes his arm in his flesh and rolls up his sleeve carefully with metal fingers. They're deep, will probably need stitches, but Bucky doesn't have the supplies for that. At least he has something in the way of first aid in one of his belt pouches, just a few emergency supplies.]

You're all right. [He agrees mildly, voice low and calm. The area is secured, there's nothing more to fear. (It's not entirely secure, but he's keeping an ear cocked.)] We'll get this taken care of back in the city. I'm going to wrap it for now.

[He opens the flap on a pouch and draws out small-folded, tightly rolled pads and gauze, thankful for the minor cover of tree foliage to keep them mostly dry. He presses a pad to the wounds first.] Here, put pressure on this. You did good today, Ice Tiger.

[ He doesn't want to show the other how pleased he is at the compliment, but he feels raw and open and exposed in a way that he isn't used to. He isn't used to having his heart on his sleeve, every flicker of what he feels showing in his eyes. He stares back at Bucky, wide-eyed, and lets out a slow, shuddering breath. ]

Okay, okay. Yeah. I can do that. [ Yuri has to switch the knife from one hand, to the other to do so- and gripping it with his injured arm causes more blood to surface, running down his arm. Yuri watches, and wonders what it says about himself that he's oddly fascinated to see it.

He has to keep reminding himself to breath, as he brings his hand over the wounds, presses down as hard as he can stand, hissing through his teeth as he does. ]

You didn't do so badly yourself, old geezer. [ He adds, a little lamely. Knowing well enough that if not for Bucky watching his back, he probably would have been monster chow. ]

It's my hometown, yes.

[Honestly, she doesn't even know what New York is. The Regis clan divides the world into "Thornwell" and "the outside".]

I imagine it's different from other places, but I don't quite know enough about other places to know the differences. Perhaps the sight of risen servants is a bit more common.

[This feels familiar. Comforting a young soldier whose seen his first combat, making sure they're well enough to get back to camp. Bucky's done that plenty of times before. It came with the package, being Captain America's partner - Steve made the grand speeches, but Bucky's help was always quieter.

He gently uncurls his fingers from around the handle of the knife, sets it in the dirt within easy reach.] Area's clear for now. You're alright. We need to stop the bleeding now. [He frames it as a task, a goal.

While Yuri presses down on the pad, Bucky starts unrolling the tight roll of gauze. He doesn't have much in the way of antiseptic or anything, and he wishes he had a bottle of water to rinse off some of this blood, but instead all he can do after a moment is move Yuri's hand again and draw his arm out to the side, into a little trickle of rain coming down through the leaves.] I don't have anything to clean it with, so we're going back to the trucks right after this. This'll have to do for now.

Fuck.

[That is her go-to word at the best of times, she says it on a breathy exhalation that doesn't even begin to quantify her excitement. This is so cool. this is!! so cool!!]

Is it like a 24 hour thing? What about something like... I don't know, daylight savings? [That used to be a thing. She read about it once somewhere.] What happens if you're somewhere where the day is shorter or longer than it is where you're from?

[This is almost cute, but Taako shakes his big ol' giraffe head in lieu of being able to gesture with his hands for Ellie to slow down.]

24 hours, at midnight.

[Actually you know what he's kind of bored of being not-himself, so with a little shake the giraffe disappears, replaced by Taako.

There's a second where he looks... different, not drastically, but his hair falls in front of his face and he almost seems plain, before he waves a hand and he's pretty again and looking back up at Ellie.]

And I gotta rest during that time, at least four hours for me. It's longer for a human wizard.

So your entire world is magic-centric, actively twisting mortal perception of the fantastical?

[ Splashing at Nico's ankles. ]

You can get out but you won't get back in.

[ Daring him to try without actually saying it. ]

That's why I was thinking B, too. Occam's razor, you know? Which a lot of people think means 'the simplest solution is probably right' but actually is about making your guesses based on known entities rather than unknown ones. The whole creepy bunker thing has definitely happened once, so why not twice?

Yeah, but see once you get into the habit of suspiciousness it's a little tricky to switch it off.

So you think this place is really on the level? Not like... Genesis 2.0?

So is that what you think this is? Dark magic?

[ He wants to say magic isn't real but from some of the stories Felicity is told him... it's not that simple. ]

I hope you don't take this the wrong way but it sounds like you know an awful lot about demonic sorcery. Comparatively, I mean, since I know nothing about it.

Sorry, definitely never heard of that place, either.

I'm Curtis, by the way. Sounds like we might not be from the same Earth.

[ Way to go assuming Clark's from Earth again. ]

[She doesn't even notice, tbh. She's still busy being Amazed about everything.]

Humans can do it too?

[That's a relief!

He scoops up the umbra staff, hooking it back over his arm.]

Anyone can be a wizard! Well, not any old idiot, but if you're dedicated!

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