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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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Watching!

[ What Michael lacks in speed and strength he makes up for in hyper-vigilance. He sees Bucky, Steve, the spread of monsters around them, his eyes tracking their movements even as he's running.

The goal is within sight. As long as he focuses on the task at hand, and the people depending on him, there's no room in his mind for fear. No one, and nothing, can stop him.

A lizard-like thing hurtles in at him from the left and he throws himself to the ground, rolling gracelessly on the grass and springing back up onto his feet like the world's most desperate amateur quarterback.

Michael's only a hundred yards out from the generator when something jumps, unlike any animal he's ever seen, and lands directly in front of him. Michael stops so suddenly that his feet slide out from under him, he lands on the wet ground with a thump, moving backwards on his hands as quickly as he can- but not quickly enough.

The sticky heat of the reptiles tongue, long and prehensile, latches around his angle, the barbs hooking into his skin through the fabric of his jeans. It doesn't hurt, there's some kind of numbing agent, but it's dragging him across the grass towards a knife-toothed mouth. If one bite doesn't kill him, he'll wish it had. ]

Help- I need help!

[ Look at that. Half-tempted to sneak off and watch her make some progress alone, the temptation to stick around and needle her for information is too great. ]

Did your housemates not offer to see you through the wild?

[She doesn't take offense to the immediate response, even understands why he might say no.]

Right. Well, is there anyone here you're interested in getting to know or are you just killing time until they can get you home again?

[She's happy to slide the conversation away from religion since it's definitely not his thing.]

[This is already much longer than he anticipated the conversation going, and every question just puts him more on edge. He hesitates before answering.]

I was just killing time, but I should go now.

There's a lot for Rick to look at, if he wants to look. The colors on Ray's suit aren't incredibly vibrant — it's built more for stealth than for style, but there are lots of self-moving parts. When Ray adjusts his body position, the bolts on his joints turn on their own and parts of his suit periodically emits a faint glow.

The shot that Rick fires into a creature let's out a bang — whether it's a moment of serendipity or fate is a question Ray isn't prepared to answer, but as the shot rings out, he simultaneously presses on all three sides of the pyramid and a line of tiny metal bricks crack open.

Rick's already talking, but Ray turns around in a moment of excitement. Having left the shell on the ground, his hands are now holding what looks like an advanced circuit board with an antenna, powered by ... he isn't sure yet, but he knows it's small. He's excited because it's so small, but the device is still vibrating in his hands. There's two ways to disable it. The first, which is to basically bash the device until it stops working, isn't a solution that even crosses Ray's mind. The second then, is to figure out a way to disable it. There isn't an obvious red button, or off switch, but Ray thinks that if he can just manage to break access to the power, the whole thing will go down. He needs to be able to cut something tiny, and his energy beams are too big, at least as his current size. His eyes glance over to Rick's hatchet for a second before nah, a blade like that can't possibly work.

"Okay Rick. I know how to disable this — uh, I think — but I'm going to need you to guard it for a minute. Just make sure nothing comes over and ... um ... eats it or anything like that."

Which, really begs the question of where exactly will YOU be Ray? But he doesn't seem to realize that it's something he needs to explain.

[Ah, and there it is. The limit. She'd felt herself approaching it and now that she has, he's making a move to leave. Curious but respectful of the effort it took him to stay and talk as long as he did, Bryn does nothing to stop him. Instead, she nods, accepting that easily.]

Then you should go. It was nice meeting you though. Hopefully we'll sit and chat again sometime.

[At least she isn't fighting it, and that makes a pleasant surprise. He hums a quiet sort-of agreement, making nothing concrete, before he's just sliding out of his seat and rapidly walking away without a goodbye.

Manners are not his strong suit.]

...Wait a minute, that's not- [ And he stops himself there, because presuming a situation in someone else's jurisdiction is a pretty major breach of superhero team-up etiquette. His look of confusion lingers anyway. ]

-that's pretty different than what I heard last. Hal is... [ Well. ]

...I'm pretty sure we buried him a few months back.

[Steve and Bucky work well together. All one has to do is shout and the other one figures out, in an instant, what needs to be done or which monster needs to be stopped. They're good, but they're two men against a growing wave. As soon as Bucky puts one down, two more take its place, it seems. They're not even HYDRA, he thinks bitterly, slamming his metal elbow into the face of another monster creeping up behind him. A boot in the back gets the one he was grappling with out of the way. He puts the creatures down with the sounds of cracking bones and anguished howls.

Steve yells for Michael to watch his sides, and Bucky keeps half an eye on him to make sure he doesn't get surrounded. One gets a vice-like limb gripping him around the waist, claws trying to dig through the protective layer of his costume, else he probably would have reacted sooner. Michael goes down with a long tongue wrapped around his leg and Bucky grits his teeth, struggling against the creature's hold on him.

A split second later, he throws all his fucks out the window and throws the shield - it spins into the air and bounces off a high tree branch, hurtling downward at a steeper angle than he could have thrown it. It slices through the tongue cleanly when it thunks into the soft earth. It won't be much use to him like that, but Michael can grab it, at least.]

[Steve is still wrestling with the creatures charging him when he hears the cry. The warning was the fastest response he could offer, trying to break free of the numbers encircling him. They manage to push him back, but he holds some of them off as he guards Michael. Unfortunately, that isn't doing as much as he needs it to. Some get through, simply going around to their open sides and flanking them, and Steve can see Bucky wrench forward and toss the shield. It's low, but sharp. Steve hears the cry of a beast behind him and knows it must have hit its mark.

But Michael isn't going to be able to toss the shield. Steve doesn't know how long they can keep fending off enemies at this rate. Growling back at the attackers pushing against him, he shoves them forward and swings the energy shield on his arm, knocking them away so he can double back to Michael's side and guard him while he gets his feet. Between swings, he speaks.]

Gonna have to make a run for it! Get ready to move, Michael.

[If they can get to Bucky again at least they'll be together.]

[Jessica's eyes widen and for a second she feels her heart leap into her throat. Then she does the math because he said months and that's not possible. She's seen him. Simon has seen him. The others would have said something.]

That's...I mean, you're wrong. [But it's planted a seed of doubt because why else would he think that? Why would he lie? Is he lying?]

No way. No way, Rami would have said something. I don't know where you got that information from but—[But what? he'd said they'd buried him. That's a lot more than just hearsay.]

I don't think it's that sort of story.

[Hard to say, when he's only skimmed a synopsis to satisfy the knowledge he would enjoy the trouble of its read. But given the Devil's deals with Margarita, contingent upon her endurance of Hell... mm.

Flint braces both elbows on the arms of his chair, and lets his hands meet idly in the middle, the pad of his index fingers and thumbs resting lightly against one another.]

No.

[Because if one believes in a Devil, one must too believe in God.]

My belief [he says it mildly, because he isn't out to offend or squabble with a young man who will may potentially have to wrestle with his own.] is that evil lives in the heart of every man. To ignore it - or worse - ascribe it to some supernatural sway invites a dangerous lack of culpability for one's own actions.

Got it!

[ Michael scrambles to his feet, yanking the shield out of the ground and sliding his hand through the straps. He knows better than to throw the shield. It's heavy. Even heavier than it looks. The best he can do is lift it, and run.

Instead of running towards the generator, he runs to Bucky, trusting Steve to have his flank. He can't leave him defenceless. Not after he'd saved his life.

Michael smacks the creature holding Bucky in the back of the head with the shield, nearly falling over. He hits it again, and again, until it spasms and lets go of him. He hits it one more time, just for good measure, before holding the shield out to Bucky breathlessly, his face splattered with blue purple-blood. ]

This is yours.

It's not like I would know. [ He huffed, knowing he'd said it already, but since the other was making a point to mention what sort of story it wasn't, it felt like the right (if petulant) thing to say.

Still, it was clear the other held his attention with his answer, Yuri rolling it over in his own head, before nodding slowly. Seemingly satisfied. ]

I always felt that the Bible, all that shit- made for better stories, than anything. Maybe a sort of... moral guideline to be taken with a grain of salt.

[Bucky, even shieldless, isn't quite defenseless. He twists and kicks at the creature holding him, trying to put a boot into a soft spot, but the scaly hide is tough. Even when he takes hold of it with his left hand and sends a jolt of electricity through the thing, its grip only spasms and tightens, threatening to break his ribs.

It's Scofield to the rescue. Apparently caving its skull in works well. Grunting, Bucky crawls out of the limp claws, passing his right hand briefly over his ribs. Bruised, but not broken, thankfully. There's just an edge of grim humor in his smile as he takes the splattered shield.] Nice technique. [He's grateful, though. They make a good team, the three of them.]

Let's get to the generator before they can regroup.

[When Michael runs by, Steve takes up position behind him. He faces off against the creatures that try to follow, bashing them with his energy shield and then turning to stay at Michael's heels. Now that they are moving, he can use that to his advantage, tripping up lizards as they lunge and keeping pace with his friends.

He stops as Michael reaches Bucky, turning to cover the rear.]

Gentlemen, when you're finished.

[Okay, so he's having fun.]

Lead the way.

[ Michael's not exactly enjoying himself, but he's not hating it as much as he could be. His breathing is ragged, and his legs are burning, but there's something to be said for teamwork.

They're not far from the generator, and with both shields acting as synchronized battering rams, the last burst to the finish line is the smoothest. Michael leaps the concrete barrier in front of the generator shed, skidding to a stop on the other side and yanking open the door to the shed. ]

C'mon! Go go go!

[With so many creatures downed, it's easier going now. When they reach the concrete barrier, Bucky slams his shield into the snout of one last straggler still in pursuit of them, then hops it himself. He keeps moving backward toward the shed, watching their sides to make sure they aren't still being followed - or at least not closely.]

We're right behind you!

[Steve snarls at the few attackers that remain at a distance. The ones that are too smart to rush in like their companions and attack the three small invaders that have already taken down a number of their friends. After they get to the barrier, they have the advantage. Bucky beats off the last pursuer and Steve remains on guard, keeping close to Michael.]

We're clear for now. It's up to you. I hope you can fix this thing.

[There's a dry note in Steve's voice. Broken machines again. He does nod appreciatively at the injured lizard man that is recovering on the other side of the wall.]

Guess you showed them.

So do I.

[ Michael has only seen the generator from a distance. He runs his hands over the casing, feeling over the buttons and switches, creating a blueprint in his mind. What he lacks in experience he makes up for with imagination, and a knack for connecting the tiniest of dots.

There's a port in the back, with a wire thicker than his wrist jutting out of the ground. He yanks it out, and plugs it back in. The machine whirs to life.

Sometimes, it really is that simple.

Michael laughs, shaking his head, and flips a series of switches. There's a hum, more in their bones than the air itself as the field begins to charge, reminiscent of a plasma ball. Electricity crackles in the air.

He pulls the pyramid out of his jacket, holding it out to Steve and Bucky. ]

Feels like Science World. Now who wants to dunk?

Edited 2017-05-19 19:42 (UTC)

[Bucky keeps half an eye on their surroundings and half an eye on Michael. The laugh he lets out is disbelieving when he gets the generator fired up again just by unplugging and plugging it back in.] I can't believe it'd be that easy. [But apparently they got lucky. On this leg of the mission, anyway.

When he holds out the pyramid, Bucky takes it in his metal hand, glancing from it to the light show going on in front of them.]

Think it's going to explode?

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