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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!
ii monster madness
Cronuts?
[Oh no. No kittens for Ronan, thanks. He doesn't need another magical creature. Especially not one made from God only knew what magic. Ronan nudges the kitten out of the way.
His own beast is roaring around in the skies somewhere, a mimic of his previous albino beast. There are glimpses of it in the night, white scales flashing as it tears into creatures. But it's beyond his control. It operates under one idea: protect.
So Ronan Lynch is standing there trying to find something to rip apart by himself. Instead, his lip isn't split and he has not a speck of blood o him all because of this girl. She's just... flinging around magic like he's never seen outside of a dream. He hates to admit it, but he's kind of impressed. And there's no way in hell that he'll admit he's a little scared, too.]
Why the fuck would you want a cronut even if we weren't--
[He pauses as this creature that looks like it might have come out of a nightmare, just not his own, lunges at him. Fortunately, he's dealt things that have a lot more beaks, claws, and relentless intent to kill him. So he just grabs it by the neck. This is what he's been waiting for.]
Fighting for our lives!
[The thing throws Ronan off its neck quite literally. He rolls from the momentum and almost hits the foolish cat.
Now he can own up to the fact that he's scared. It's alright. He just won't tell anyone else and he can forget it after a drink or five.]
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[ A bubble-shield flares up around them (and the cat!) for the monsters to start trying to smash open to no avail, leaving Sylvie with her glowing eyes to glance at her would-be peer and frown in concern. ]
You think you're fighting for your life against animals? They're not even waging a vendetta against you because you might support the fur trade, they're mindless monsters. Haven't you ever fought properly, like, against a person? Who wants you dead?
[ He may be a liability if he's already battling at his hardest and getting tossed around, if that's the case. Definitely not allowed out of her shield, not yet. ]
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You know shit about me, bi--
[While Ronan yells and slams his hand against the bubble prison, another problem rises. Protect. The idea his Night Horror was created for. Coming out of the flight, the beast dives straight for Sylvie.]
WRONG TARGET!
[The Night Horror changes course before it gets close to Sylvie. It tears into the magic bubble with beaks and claws. The strange magic of its own form is a better match than Ronan expects.
Shit, he's glad it doesn't want to kill him. He's also glad, to a lesser extent, it's following instructions.
Ronan looks at Sylvie and raps on the side of the bubble closest to her.]
So you going to wait for it to burst your shitty bubble or pop it yourself?
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[ For almost getting called bitch, Sylvie isn't inclined to acquiesce to any of Ronan's demands. ]
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It doesn't care about that! It cares about me!
[Is that a claw cracking through to his side? Whatever it is, Ronan doesn't take his eyes off Sylvie. He'll find out later. He doesn't have to look to hear the night horror screaming with both beaks. For himself, he settles for only a snarl.]
You're so scared now?
[He smashes his hand against the bubble to punctuate the next few words.]
Let. Me. Out.
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[ A roll of her eyes, folding her arms, and the shield vanishes as Sylvie teleports into the sky above. There she levitates, vaguely hoping the dumb beast (and the clawed animal, hah) accidentally flatten each other with the suddenness of her absence. ]
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Forget her!
[Whether or not that's directed at the night horror, the creature leaves.
Ronan grabs the nearest monster by the throat and this time he doesn't stop punching it.
Now this is why he doesn't like airheads.]
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Other monsters gain a green glow to their eyes as she takes control of their minds and persuades them to start encroaching on Ronan instead of bothering with other people in the immediate area; not to fight and draw the ire of his pet beast, merely to loom and showcase her manipulative powers when pissed as they block him in. The creature battling Ronan tries to retreat into Sylvie's round-up, its expression slackening.
The new circular wall of monsters pays her no attention where Sylvie floats above as the Enchantress. In a twisted way, she thinks (hopes) Amora would be proud, but mostly she aims to scare Ronan. ]
Am I easy to forget now?
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Yeah. Now who's drawing attention?
[The night horror comes back around. Ronan says nothing to it. He's no longer convinced Sylvie's the wrong target. For all he knows, her powers are from a demon and he's not inclined to acquiesce to people who ally with demons.]
Stop being a waste of time!
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[ Feeding off her mindset, the mini monster army beneath her starts to snarl and bare their fangs. ]
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[For Ronan, being scared is something that happens when he's not angry. Once under attack, there's no room for fear. There's only existence. Blood flowing through bulging veins, the cracked skin over his bruised knuckles. Why should he fear now when he' so alive?
Also, why should he fear when his night horror, the raven-human hybrid of Ronan's nightmares, is flying at Sylvie with claws outstretched. This one can't be controlled.]
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[ Landing on the ground, she directs her monsters to get in the way of Ronan's beast and its claws, forcing them to protect her as she glares at its owner. ]
I hope you do die out here!
[ Even if she isn't actually going to engage him directly and instead opts to stalk away. ]
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Ronan immediately takes the opportunity to run away from Sylvie and her monster friends. He has a stunningly low sense of self-preservation yet in spite of that, he doesn't want to die anymore.
Still, parting is such sweet sorrow. So he bids Sylvie a fond farewell by flipping her the bird.]