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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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[Bryn doesn't get to boast of having any particular special relationship with her deities. She pays homage to them all in her own way, even having her favorites and having attended the parties of both Sheiva and Jhirem. Still, to have none at all is almost inconceivable. Knowing how enriched her life is even peripherally by their presence in her life, she can't help but feel that having them gone would make her feel the hole in her life all too well.

And thinking about it now only reminds her that they're not here. She's more on her own than she ever thought before, and it's unlikely any of them would come searching for her.]

I would offer you ours but it's very hard to have a connection with someone who isn't here.

[Jack wasn't the only one that had been roped into the situation through vague words and an urgent plea for help. Steve is seated in a chair across the line of tables with a similar name card of his own, reading "Steve Rogers" in a plan print. The blond man looks less than amused, but it's not technically dangerous. He supposes they are helping in a way.]

The meaning? I don't know about meaning, but they want us to pick up a date. These things are supposed to help you meet people.

[Eddie just smiles at Curtis while the other man processes that, then lets it go. It's not really important now, because they've both said they're not ready to think about dating, they're in a brand-new world and trying to figure out what's going on, and even if Curtis is cute, it's just not a good time for either of them.

So Eddie shrugs off the topic of his sexuality, paying attention while Curtis starts talking about his world. And as he goes, Eddie's eyes get wider and wider.]

Whoa, wait, Star City in 2017? And you have occasional but not common weird things that go on? Like. A vigilante that goes around shooting people with arrows or a guy who runs really, really, really fast?

[Eddie's brow raises, he can't help the little rush of excitement at the prospect of someone being from a place he knows, from somewhere close to a time he knows.]

I'm from Central City, 2015.

[ Yuri cocked his head, blowing out a slow, thoughtful breath. ]

Does he make a deal? That's usually what the devil does. [ He swings his arms back, propping them behind his head, his lips pursing as he fixes the other wholly with his attention, now. Whoknows- maybe he'll end up checking the book out, too. Or another copy. He needed something to do in between keeping up with his strict training regime, he supposed. It wasn't like he could surf or post to instagram from here after all. ]

Do you believe in it? The devil, I mean.

Sort of. It has some of the same foundations. I've done a lot of ballet. [ He snorts softly. ] Trained underneath a prima ballerina of the Bolshoi Ballet. [ And that was no small feat. Lilia's the best of the very best, and though Yuri wouldn't admit it to her face, he was grateful for her training, and expertise. ]

I want to learn. [ He says it without doubt or hesitation, that hot spike of determination and drive rocking through him. That sense of want that came with skating; a desire to be better. To be the best that he could be. ] I'll find you. You'll teach me.

[ Bucky had offered, and now with Yuri's determined demand, there was no getting out of it, either. ]

[He hesitates just outside the door when Steve follows him, voice low and hard.]

I have somewhere else to go, don't follow me.

That's how all the Gods work where I'm from.

[Well, maybe not all of them. There are cults out there who worship charismatic leaders and believe them to be divine, but they're always just human beings trying to get power over one another.]

Faith in the unknown, that's how belief in God works. Apparently.

Meeting people isn't Rick's forte really. He doesn't always give the best first impressions. But what he is good at is making things happen and seeing a timid but mutually beneficial alliance when it's placed in front of him so squarely as Ray has been. He might not be technologically smart, but he wants to help anyway.

As he leads the way through the brush using his machete for what it was intended rather than what he usually uses it for (killing Walkers), he thinks about what he'd seen. Ray, landing on the ground from above. Flying. He'd been flying, right? And then the electric gun. Is it electric? He has no idea about that really.

"You're different." He knows nothing about meta-humans aside from a few comic books he and his son Carl used to keep up with. But the term still isn't forefront in his mind, even now. "Hovering or... flyin'." He thinks it could have been either. Hovering seems more realistic than flying but again, he's new to this.

Rick glances back to Ray and down to the gun before continuing to hack through the brush. "And the gun." There's unspoken questions here, formed as statements of the truth of what Rick has seen just now. He hopes Ray gets that he's asking.

[Steve frowns at the back of Bucky's head.]

It's still dangerous out there.

[Even in the current mess of her mind, something about that feels...off. She knows very little of Nightwing outside of "Gotham" and "Batman," in spite of her many forays into superhero tracker and fan forums over the several years where the internet had been her only source from the outside world. (She'd never been a huge fan of those ones given their tendency to veer into ultra creepy stalker fan territory, but when you didn't leave the same apartment for four years, one was bound to get bored enough to check out a number of questionable sites.) In any case, even those sites had had very little to go on in the case of the Gotham vigilantes.

It just seemed like Batman would be the kind to keep his people informed about new superheroes on the scene. But then again, it's not like she really knows him—or any of the others for that matter—very well, what with being the newbie and all.]

Oh, uh, you too. [She shakes his hand but doesn't meet his eyes, embarrassed that this is his first impression of her. Some Green Lantern.]

He's not exactly super chatty in person either.

With the rain coming down and the helmet muted some of the sound around him, Ray nearly doesn't catch what Rick says at the very beginning. Which is why he moves up a little closer to make sure he can hear what Rick says next.

"Oh uhh-"

Yeah, okay, he gets what's happening here. At least, what he thinks is happening, and Ray's mind is already changing gears so he can code switch into not using jargon in his language. It's never been in this kind of jungle-hacking, storm-investigating, super-heroing context before, but Ray's done his rounds in tech support. He knows what it's like when someone is struggling for the right words to use.

"Flying," he confirms first. "Back home, I'm an engineer- and an inventor. I made this suit, as well as the weapons that come with. And yeah," he explains, gesturing with his hands even though he's behind Rick and therefore the guy probably can't even see him doing it, "it's basically a gun, what I have on my arms. It's like a ... like a gun that shoots pure energy."

That was layman enough, right? Even if it's a little ... unbelievable.

I thought so. The way you move. [Training under a prima is definitely an achievement, even Bucky knows that much. Still, it just makes him ache, a little, thinking of Natasha.] I've trained dancers before.

[Back in the Red Room, with harsher methods than he will ever use on Yuri Plisetsky. He doesn't train killers anymore. He only wants to teach self-defense.]

I will. [He agrees, and finally they come up within sight of the transport trucks. Bucky nods at Yuri once and then peels off to go talk to one of the drivers, motioning to Yuri's shoddily-bandaged arm.] He'll take you back to the hospital.

[ Well that sounds like Batman, alright. Already he kind of regrets letting that slip; if she trusts Bruce then undermining him is probably the wrong way to go for establishing a good working rapport here, which they're going to need if they're getting out anytime soon.

That, and Bruce is still family. No matter how little he seems to reciprocate the feeling these days. ]

I wouldn't take it personally. Batman's never been much for small talk. [ There's a winning Grayson Smile to go along with that. ]

I'm the chatty one.

[ Michael takes a big bite out of a butter tart. It's sweet. Sweeter than he remembers. Eating prison food long enough, you start to forget what real food tastes like. The texture is off. The flavour, too. If you're inside long enough, taste, like freedom, becomes a fantasy.

Then when you get out, when you're finally past the bars, and on your two feet, nothing is the same.

He closes his eyes, licks the filling away from his lips, and finishes the rest in a second bite. Michael doesn't want to believe prison changed him. In his mind, he'd never truly been a prisoner. Just a man doing the right thing in the wrong place.

Michael slips the other tart into his pocket. Quickly, discreetly, like the thief he won't admit to being. ]

My brother always said to 'get while the getting's good', Who knows how long this will last.

[ The flirting he takes in stride, God of Mischief gets a definite eyebrow. ]

...That's gotta be fun to hand out on business cards.

Edited 2017-03-15 03:33 (UTC)

You've got a point.

[Eddie says it with a bright laugh, because, when it comes down to it, what guy (or girl, being completely honest) doesn't love a good explosion. Especially to take out a horrific reptile-spider monstrosity?

And when that final shot cuts through the leftover poison and smoke from the explosion, neatly finishing the monster off, Eddie lifts the gun, tilts it up, and blows imaginary smoke from the tip. Winking at the elf, he laughs and holsters the gun.]

Looks like we make a pretty good team.

Oh man. Were you faking? I think it's somewhere in between the two. I'm sad there are no blue horses, though.

That's definitely true. I think I should at least get a few thousand per year on my salary for the experience of being a real live alien invader.

[Bryn wrinkles her nose, she can't help it.]

There are a few countries on Teru that are like that, faith in a god or goddess or several who aren't even present but I admit I don't get it. I mean, how can you have faith in a being that won't make themselves known? That holds themselves above you like that, when you know that there are other countries whose gods are there, or at least make contact.

[And a whole world where there is no contact at all...is it faith in absent deities or are they without divine presence and care completely?]

[Oh god he's a doofus.

The antics earn Eddie a laugh, although Taako makes a point to also roll his eyes just to make sure Eddie knows how silly that was, which is very silly.]

For sure! It's lucky they got us here to save their asses.

[Because it's not like the Perimeter Guard have been managing to keep the place secure for years.]

Did they just like, give you that? [With a gesture at the laser gun.] 'Cause that's wild.

Interesting, very interesting.

[He furrows his brows a little, taps at his lips with the forefinger of his free hand, as if she were a puzzle game, but he can't hold it. Ends up laughing softly and shaking his head a little.]

Alright. I know a great recipe for a mint chocolate chip drink, but it's cold and there's no coffee in it, so I think we could stick with caramel, chocolate, marshmallow, and nuts.

[A beat, and then.]

Me? I don't really judge. I love all ice cream. Except maybe vanilla. I admit, I like the ones with crunchy bits the best, though.

[A little nod, and he gestures toward the counter.]

Do you trust me enough to order for you?

[Eddie grins - beams, actually, when the other man (elf?) laughs and rolls his eyes. Eddie's not particularly known for his great sense of humour, but he's definitely a doofus, and at least he's good-natured enough to make it somewhat appealing. Most of the time.]

Right? What would they have done without us. This whole place would've just gone to the dogs.

[A little glance to the side, and he grins again.]

Yeah. I mean, they gave me an orientation on how to use it and all that, but. [A shrug.] I'm a cop, though, so I guess they felt okay trusting me with a massive laser cannon.

What if I find you a horse and color it for you, will that make you feel better?

That's the spirit. You've got valuable, specialized skills and you deserve to rake in the big plat for it.

[He might not be used to this kind of fighting or this kind of opponent, but Eddie's aim is pretty good and he's been well-trained to keep cool under pressure. When he sees the other guy point his gun into the creature's mouth and shoot four bullets straight into its brain, Eddie anticipates the request, holsters his own gun.

As soon as the guy shouts and jumps, Eddie's hand flashes out, he manages to catch hold of the guy's hand, and braces his feet, grunting with effort. This guy probably outweighs him by a good margin, but Eddie's strong and in good physical form, so...while he does drag right to the edge of the platform, has to grit his teeth and haul upward as the other guy climbs onto the platform, he doesn't drop him.]

You...are good. [It's panted out as he flops backward for a moment, catching his breath.] Seriously, that was amazing.

Makes sense to me!

[Give the dude a massive laser cannon after a brief orientation sounds perfectly logical, considering a secret organisation decided to trust Taako with the fate of the world, and he's just a shitty wizard.]

Do you think we should like, go check that it's dead or whatever? Make sure it doesn't have any friends?

And I said that I can handle it. Back off, I don't want you with me.

[And with that, he'll leave. This has gone on long enough, he needs to be away from Steve.]

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I hope that wasn't too presumptuous of me, but. Explosions tho.

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no it was amazing i love it

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excellent.

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