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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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Flat | Top-Level Comments Only

The breakup with his first real girlfriend had been kind of rough on Stiles initially, but he's had time to move on and, now that he's not wrapped up in the Dread Doctors, he's sort of in a weird place. It's finally hitting him that he's on his own and admittedly, he kind of misses the companionship. Malia was a little...unconventional in some senses, but it was still nice to have someone to spoon with — even if he had to be the little spoon — and he'd be lying if he said he didn't miss the other...benefits of being in a relationship.

Nothing drives it home more, though, than noticing that there's a ton of cool stuff to do to keep their minds off the oncoming storm, but just in case he'd forgotten how painfully single he is again, the catch is that all the cool stuff is only good deals in pairs and Stiles has nobody to go with.

So, okay, maybe he's sulking a little bit. ...a lot... He's sulking a lot, just kind of hanging off on his own and trying not to look like he's feeling the way he's feeling. The question is way more welcome than she probably realizes and Stiles smiles. "Hey...yeah, sounds good. Did, uh...you have anything specific in mind, or...?" he prompts curiously.

Lola's smile is electric at Stiles's reaction to her invitation. He hadn't even said a specific yes, but it was enough of one. She just wanted fun, everything was so serious and there wasn't a lot she could do about it. But fun, fun she was very good at.

The question was which fun was the right fun, "Um... that overnight pool party seems like fun. I haven't gotten to break out any of my swimsuits lately. But there are five different restaurants offering deals that I have literally been dying to try!" There wasn't a specific desire one way or another, anything that was fun and involved people would have her full attention. And she could pick out an outfit to really feel her best no matter what she did.

She's easy, this let's Stiles make the call.

Oh God, no. Not the pool. Stiles isn't completely uncomfortable in his own skin or anything, but you try being the lone human surrounded by a bunch of werewolves. It does tend to give a guy some body image issues.

But on the other hand...girls in bathing suits is, like, never a bad thing. That said, she gives him an out without probably realizing she's giving him an out to the internal battle of should he/shouldn't he agree to the pool party. Yet. In any case, she's brought up food and food is always a green light. "Oh, score, really? I hadn't actually looked at all the deals, so I hadn't thought about the ones for food."

He grins back and nods more to himself than necessarily to her. He holds his arm hooked out at his side for her to take. "Shall we get some grub first, then?" he asks.

Lola shrugged, it was his loss. Lola was cute in a bikini. Lola wasn't shy, or unaware of what her assets were, and she took pride in her appearance. But if he didn't want to swim, there were plenty of reasons not to want to swim. Plus, food was always a good choice, provided nobody was allergic to anything.

"Yeah, but they do require it to be a table for two," That was the theme, apparently. Lola wasn't sure why that was the theme. It didn't really have much to do with the storm outside. "Some of the places want a picture of a kiss, though. We can... skip over those deals."

"Well, yeah...I mean, I got that, but that's okay, right? Table for two?" Stiles asks, faltering a little, because he'd kind of gotten the impression that that was the point of her asking whether he wanted to blow off some steam. Now he's wondering if he's mistaken and feeling admittedly kind of stupid about it. "...or no?" he adds because he might as well clarify right now before he ends up looking like an idiot.

Although, if these places want photographic proof that...could be awkward, so he's kind of okay with glossing over those places if that's what she'd rather do. She's cute, though; it's not like he'd object to a quick kiss selfie for the purpose of getting into a really cool place to eat. "Yeah, that's cool, whatever works," he replies. "Should we, like, close our eyes and point to a flier and see where that takes us?" he suggests, because he hasn't been here long enough to have been to most of those places; he doesn't have a preference, but he also doesn't want to force her to make all the choices in this scenario just because he's used to Malia doing it. She's not Malia. Malia is over. That's done. Time to move on.

"A table for two is fine, the kissing is fine too if you're fine with it." Lola smile weakened as the conversation took a bad turn. She liked people, anyone she could make friends with she'd try to befriend. And cute boys, of course, were the best sort of friend you could make. Cause they could be more than friends at some point. But she was aware that there was something up and she didn't want to be too... pushy. She was trying to be normal, which isn't really her speed, so she's not sure how to do that.

She was good at standing out.

As to how to pick which place to go, that... honestly she wasn't sure. She was a lot better at calling the shots with girls than with dates. She tried, for various reasons, to let the guy take the lead and see where it took them. "If that's how you want to choose, sounds fun!" Not the most orthodox of ways to pick where to go, but certainly more entertaining than arguing over it. Let fate decide, fate was usually good to her.

The statement surprises Stiles a little given the throwaway comment before, but that's super easy to chalk up to the fact that they don't know each other and, honestly, he's on board with that. "Yeah, no...I'm cool with that, too," he assures her, because he can see that weakening in her smile and automatically assumes that it's his fault. Stiles, like Lola, likes people and genuinely wants to make friends, but he's been associating pretty exclusively with the pack for the past few years and outsiders tended to be enemies. So this is new territory for him and he's trying to navigate it...probably poorly. But A for effort?

"Yeah, I haven't really been here long enough to know what's good, so I feel like unless you have a preference, that seems like as good a way as any to pick, right?"

Stiles is a smart guy, mostly, and he's good at problem solving, but a leader he is not. He tends to follow more often than he doesn't, so maybe randomizing their decision is the easiest way to proceed. There's his problem-solving at work, he supposes. "Okay, so...here, close your eyes," he says and he moves beside her to guide her closer to the bulletin board with the fliers pinned all over it, if she lets him. "Point your finger and we'll start wherever you land and take it from there. Sound like a plan?"

Lola worried her lip, did she have a preference. Her only preference was to have fun, and sometimes you got there by trying things you didn't like, or thought you would like and ended up going wrong. She liked a boy, that blew up, and she found a different boy. That also blew up, but she was better for it, at least she thought she was, "I want to try everything. Except anything that's a weird fusion with Mexican. I feel like Dad will just... know, and come find me even here."

Lola smiled up at him before closing her eyes, "Don't cheat. Just make sure I'm aimed at the food fliers. Unless you change your mind about the pool party." She didn't honestly mind if he did help her hand find a mark. She seemed rather at home moving with her eyes closed. While the idea of cheating crossed her mind, she didn't know what Stiles liked enough to pick something he'd appreciate. So she'd let the fates decide.

The fates liked her, usually. She pressed forward until her finger touched the board, "I can't look, what did I hit!?"

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