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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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[Clementine starts to question the voice before she even turns to peer at it through rain soaked bangs, the hood of her poncho partially obscuring her view. That she hadn't even heard something that large approach through the sound of the storm is more than a little disconcerting.
She's talking to a giant robot, and that same robot is insisting it'll catch her. Is she supposed to trust that? Her choices are limited, of course. It's either that or tumble to the concrete below. This option at least gives her a lower chance of dying. Hopefully.
The choice is taken out of her hands as she feels the gutter bend further under her weight. If she'd been a full grown adult she would have broken it off already. She lets go, gripping onto a couple of the robot's fingers as she lands just in case this surface also proves to be too slick when wet.]
I hope you don't get any wild ideas about throwing me now.
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Oh, like this--? [He feints like he's about to bounce her out of his hands-- then chuckles (probably not reassuringly) and smoothly adjusts the motion into a kneel, lowering his cupped hands almost to the ground and relaxing his fingers so she can step down.]
What's a fragile little sub-adult like you doing so high off the ground in weather like this, hm?
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She slides out of his fingers quickly, making a motion of brushing herself off despite the ridiculousness of the gesture given that it's still pouring down rain. It's all she can do to not look like a drowned rat in a poncho. Not the best way to get across how self-sufficient she is.]
I was keeping my top floor from flooding.
[She points straight up and behind her to where the tarps are secured over the hole by multitudes of bricks.]
My house repairs weren't done before the storm hit.
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Well. Resourceful as that is, are the tarps really worth the tumble you almost took? That would have been a long fall for a skinjob like you.
[He's aware of how absurd it is to be chiding an alien about her life choices, but a lot of things have been absurd in his life lately. He's kind of just rolling with it for the time being.]
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[Let her make you a list. Or don't. She'd rather not. And is "skinjob" a... racist comment? Technically he is a giant robot, and she's covered in skin. It doesn't really sound like anything to take personally.]
Is it worth it to even be out in the rain? I don't know how much a metalhead like you might rust.
[Even if she isn't taking it personally, that doesn't mean she can't say something stupid right back. Though teasing something that could easily crush her in one hand probably isn't the best decision - especially after he'd just saved her life.]
I've spent a lot of time on this piece of crap. It's nothing professional, but I still don't want some of it to be undone by one freak storm.
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[Ooh, and she fires back! There were definitely some cybs of Knock Out's acquaintance who could dish it but not take it, but he does not count himself among them. He laughs, short and sharp, and grins down at her through the rain. He even leans down to wag a long, sharp-clawed finger in her face in a deliberate parody of a scolding human parent.] Oh now, don't you worry about me. This metalhead is more than capable of treating his own rust infections-- and that's if I were to develop one.
[He straightens back up, regarding her dwelling with a critical eye-- and then staggering as a particularly violent gust of wind buffets down the road, whipping rain and debris along with it. For the first time, his gleaming composure falters.] I don't suppose your piece of crap has a relatively stable garage?
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She casts a glance back at her rickety home with a little uncertainty.] It's not very big. [If he'd asked a week ago it would have been even worse off. The garage had been filled with garbage, mostly scrap. Very little of that scrap had even been usable. She'd like to have a vehicle in the future if they let her drive something here at her age. She knows how.] If you stand up in it you'll bust into the second floor and I'll be pissed off.
[Not that she'd be much of a threat to him, but still.]
You can take a look at it, but I don't know how well you'll fit.
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[Knock Out takes a step back from her, out into the clear space of the street-- staggering again in the wind-- and transforms quickly from his root mode to his alt. Suddenly, where a 12-foot robot was standing there's a somewhat off-scale muscle car. It's possible he looks a little weird or a little silly in alt, like someone took a full-sized car and scaled it down about 20% in Photoshop, a tangible optical illusion. He revs his engine and flicks his headlights back on, casting a blazing illumination on the erratic, driving rain.]
Lead the way! [Despite the fact that he's now a car, his unchanged voice is clearly audible.]
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[The robot is also a car. A somewhat small car? She doesn't know with sports cars. Those weren't usually what she had access to. People kept stuff with more durability and less upkeep.
Hadn't there been some toy line that involved transforming robots? She doesn't remember. When she'd been able to appreciate them she still considered that sort of thing as being for boys. It doesn't matter much now. The last thing on her mind is collecting action figures.]
Can you stay that way the whole time? [She starts walking around toward the back of her house even as she asks this.] I don't want you turning back at a bad moment.
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His engine gives a particularly loud rev in response to the comment.] What do I look like, a child? I can hold my transformation, thank you! [Okay, that was a little adversarial, Knock Out. He makes an effort to dial it back.] Don't worry, your second floor will be safe from me.
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[Talk about words she never thought she'd string together. She could still turn him away (maybe) but again there's that whole matter of him saving her life. And the fact that he could just force his way in anyway. These are all just formalities.]
I hate storms.
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I'd be impressed if you did, honestly; my kind seem to be something of a novelty here~.
[He's still not sure if that's good or bad. He's leaning towards good, but it is kind of lonely.]
Mm, I'm not terribly fond myself. Although it could be worse-- I imagine you've never seen a rust storm in action?
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...No, can't say that I have.
[Nor does she want to. It doesn't even sound pleasant.
She grabs the handle at the bottom of her garage door and hefts it upward. It doesn't function automatically. She might be able to get someone to help her rig that up, but for now she's fine with a simple lock and key. Not that she has said lock and key for it yet either.]
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While she's lifting up the door, he executes a neat 3-point turn and backs deftly into the garage as soon as it's open enough to admit him. He comes to a stop once inside and seems to settle a little on his tires. Relieved to be out of the rain? Well, who wouldn't be?]
My name's Knock Out, by the by.
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I'm Clementine.
[Knock Out would be a weird name for a human being, but somehow it seems fairly reasonable for a robot. She's not sure whether or not it would have felt stranger for him to call himself something like "George".]
Is this gonna work out alright for you?
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Certainly. I can weather out the worst of it here. I'll try not to abuse your hospitality, my dear~.
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[Names have been exchanged and that's enough. There's no need to put up any fronts about how well they might get along.]
I can just charge for damages anyway. You're lucky the first stay is free.
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[He laughs, even as his engine idles down almost all the way to silent. Kid, he likes you.] Lucky me, indeed.
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[There were some real assholes out there who weren't impressed by common courtesies. They already knew what they wanted and didn't want to go through any fancy talk to get it.]
Do you... eat anything? I'm all out of gasoline.
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Pfft, not unless I was on the verge of starvation. Don't you worry about my energon levels, they're more than adequate for now. I hope you've laid in appropriate supplies? You squishies have to refuel multiple times a day, don't you?
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It's nice when we can, yeah.
[Though as she can attest to, one can still live a less than satisfactory life if they don't. Her time having to survive in a world full of zombies has left her with a few skills, at least.]
I stocked up the moment I saw a sandwich, so I'm good. [She doesn't share the amount she has. Old habits.] Where I'm from you didn't take food for granted.
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I imagine it's different for organics, though. Doesn't your food just-- come up out of the dirt or something?
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[Some people had to travel a ways before they could even get to a location where they could live off the land, and that still involved getting through zombies and knowing what you were looking for to begin with.]
Even now I only sort of know about some plants that are alright to eat in the woods.