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riverviewooc2017-02-19 07:56 pm
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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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!
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.
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.
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.
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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I was on a boat.
[Moving between the continents again. He rarely stayed in one place longer than a month or two, doing so only carried too much risk of being found by the remnants of HYDRA or SHIELD. He was heading for France, but he thinks he might move up and into Eastern Europe in another few months, maybe end up in Romania.]
In the cargo hold, behind the crates. What about you?
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there's an ache in his shoulders that isn't from the sandbags. it's guilt, because he should've tried harder, looked harder. he shouldn't have let him fall in the first damn place.]
Wakanda. [steve murmurs his answer. he's has to be careful with what he says, but he knows bucky will sense a lie.] It's in Africa. I got to know the king.
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Slight surprise shows as he tilts his face to look at Steve.]
You got to know the king,, just like that?
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I guess it's a little more complicated than that.
gdi phone tags with terrible punctuation mistakes, sorry
[Weird to think of some poor little kid from Brooklyn making it this far. He swallows hard, qualifies the statement to squash any hope of it being a memory.]
You're all over the news, all of you.
omg but the ability to do phone tags at all. i can only dream.
[he doesn't sound thrilled about that. but it's not the first time he's been in the news, had his face on the front page. it's not the first time he's turned on the tv to see guys in suits arguing over words like fugitive and vigilante with his name attached. stick and stones, he guesses.]
Buck-
[he says his name and then abruptly nothing else, even stopping in his tracks. there's a tug-of-war inside of him, how much he should tell him, or if he should tell him anything at all. it's one of the rare times when steve rogers doesn't know what to do.]
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What?
[He doesn't realise that he's answered to 'Buck' until he's responded. A mistake. He shouldn't do that, shouldn't give Steve hope that he's suddenly going to turn into someone from the past.]
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steve takes a deep breath, his shoulders rising and falling with it.]
I'm not Captain America. Not anymore.
[People might still call him that, especially the ones who never really saw Steve Rogers.]
Some things have changed.
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But it's now or never.
He can already feel the need to run from Steve building higher and higher, a desperation that threatens to claw his throat out. None of this shows on his face or in his voice, still the same calm level it was before.]
What are you talking about? I saw you on the front page of a newspaper two days before I got here, Captain America saves hostages.
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[god, but he needs for that storm to give him more time, knowing that it might not. for a moment he just stands there, like he's afraid that any word he says, any movement he makes might send bucky running.]
That portal must've pulled me from a different point in time. I know it sounds crazy, but it's the truth.
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How different?
[His fingers twitch at his side, but he doesn't move other than that even if the wind is whipping his hair into his face.]
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[so bucky can get an idea for himself. steve takes a step forward.]
Buck, a lot's happened. I don't know if I should tell you all of it, maybe I shouldn't even have told you this much. But if you ask, I will. [he stops there.] It's your choice.
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But the rest of him doesn't want to know, and that step towards him is the itchy finger that sets off the trigger of motion. He takes a single step back to counter that one forwards, expression shuttering into blankness, and then all of a sudden he's running away.]
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[his first instinct is to go after him, it has been since 1943. steve watches his back, but then the rain starts to kick in a little, the wind whips at his clothing. what if bucky doesn't find shelter? what if he runs beyond the fences altogether?
steve runs after him, though that little hesitation might be all the headstart that bucky needed. either way, steve won't stop looking for him until the storm absolutely forces him to.]
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The stupid little notebook that he started to keep only a couple of months back, full of scraps of paper cut out from news articles about the Avengers, and his own notes in stilted writing about what little he remembers. It falls out of his pocket and he stops. He can't leave it, it feels like a lifeline, and scooping it out of the puddle gives Steve time to catch him up.
The rain is hammering down now, the wind strong enough to even knock Bucky's bulk sideways every few seconds, and he has to plant himself like a tree to keep from being knocked down. He doesn't run again, but his entire stance gives off hostility in waves.
He doesn't speak.]
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he doesn't want it to come to that. the notebook gives him hope that it won't, because he's seen what's inside of it, if only a little.
they're both drenched, hair and clothes slicked down against them. steve's breathing heavy in a way that has little to do with the run.]
There's a house back that way. [steve nods his head in the direction, but he never takes his eye off of his friend.] They'll let us in. I won't say a word, just please get in out of this.
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[The wind is loud and his words are always quiet these days, but he knows Steve will hear him all the same. Super soldier hearing is an impressive thing, after all.]
You go. Get away. Get in.
[His words have become choppier, but he doesn't care. He still doesn't trust himself staying in a house with people, and with Steve is a whole extra level of danger that seems utterly stupid to ignore.]
I'll find somewhere alone.
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[just as quiet. but his conscious would never let him, and while he wants to trust bucky, steve can just as easily imagine him wandering around in the storm all day.
they're at an impasse, but they have to come up with a solution.]
We can find a place, something unoccupied. I'll leave you alone there, I promise.
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[He doesn't want Steve following him. The tentative ease that sprang up is so easily blown away now, and he wants to make himself disappear again. He can keep tabs on Steve from the shadows.]
I told you to go.
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Don't make me do this, Buck. [and because he doesn't sound miserable enough:] Please.
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I can survive out in a storm.
[He knows that's not what this is about, but it's easier than addressing the true issues.]
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[everything that they've gone through together from the 40's, hell, from before the 40's until this moment. they didn't go through it just so steve could turn his back on him now.]
If our positions were reversed, you wouldn't either. So if you're gonna hit me, you might as well take your best swing.
I feel like I'm kicking a puppy right now
I don't need you.
[It's unnecessarily harsh, Bucky knows it, but he's trying to drive Steve off. Voice uncompromising.]
But if you want to tag along, then I won't stop you.
[Mostly because he doesn't want to fight him, and maybe he can give Steve the slip in the confusion of the storm.]
he can take it
[it comes a little automatically, mostly because he's not looking for a fight either. but for most of their lives, bucky really hadn't needed him. it's just that if that time comes, steve wants to be there to help.
he nods, his stance relaxing a little. he'll let bucky lead the way.]
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It's not far to a small alley between buildings, where there's a roughly and personally constructed shelter of some scraps of sheet metal and tarpaulin. There's already a sleeping bag stashed in there. It's one of his regular sleeping spots, he prefers the anonymity of sleeping rough than the communal buildings, and it's at least somewhat sheltered from the storm.
It doesn't matter that Steve's seeing it, he can have it moved in a heartbeat, Steve'll never find his location again.]
Get in. It'll-- [Keep you dry?] --stop you getting wetter.
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