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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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24 hours, at midnight.
[Actually you know what he's kind of bored of being not-himself, so with a little shake the giraffe disappears, replaced by Taako.
There's a second where he looks... different, not drastically, but his hair falls in front of his face and he almost seems plain, before he waves a hand and he's pretty again and looking back up at Ellie.]
And I gotta rest during that time, at least four hours for me. It's longer for a human wizard.
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Humans can do it too?
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He scoops up the umbra staff, hooking it back over his arm.]
Anyone can be a wizard! Well, not any old idiot, but if you're dedicated!
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[For something this cool? Seriously, she would walk through an entire room of Clickers for it. But--]
Can you fight? [That's important. No sense learning something just because it's fun, or for show. Which-- actually, reminds her. Her eyes widen a little and then in a hushed voice,] Can you fly?
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[He isn't going to give a demonstration of that because most of his spells for battle are pretty damaging, and he doesn't want to break too much shit.]
Whether I can fly depends on how technical you wanna get. I can levitate, or turn into a bird, and there's featherfall in my umbra staff.
[He gives the umbrella a little twirl, to indicate that's what he's talking about. He figures "featherfall" is pretty self-explanatory, this girl seems smart.]
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And-- an elf, right? That's what's up with the ears?
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[It explains the silvery hair, too, since that isn't exactly a natural colour on most people.]
Your turn. [For the questions; Taako gestures to the rifle.] Is that a bullet?
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The rifle is bolt-action, she pops the bolt to drop the shell into her hand and then leaves the chamber opened, which is the next best thing to putting the safety on.]
This [She holds the .223 cartridge aloft for him to inspect.] is a bullet. Big thing's a gun. Gun fires the bullet.
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So he bends down a little to inspect the rifle.]
Like a canon, then? But it's tiny! How effective can that be?
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So she nods to something off in the distance, a tree-branch that's already split and is hanging by scraps of wood and bark to the tree.]
See that? Cover your ears.
[She closes the bolt with a round chambered, puts the rifle stock up against her shoulder, braces her body for the shot. One eye closed, sight down the scope, squeeze the trigger gently as you exhale and--
The shot is a thunderous, deafening thing. She's used to it, she just rides the recoil out and then slides the bolt back to punk out the smoking shell, which she scoops and collects with her jacket down over her fingers to stave off the heat of it.
The tree branch is now completely severed, and has crashed to the ground with rather less noise than the shot itself.]
Tadah.
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At least his assessment about not handling a bullet was right, that would kill him, he's pretty sure.]
Fuck! [It's kind of a breathy exhale, his tone between amazed and concerned.] That's a hell of a lot more impressive than an arrow, my dude.
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I've used both. I mean... arrows are quieter, but let's just say bullets have more stopping power.
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[He's got spells that can cause that much damage, but those are limited, they require his own power to fuel them and he has to study to get them up to scratch. He cant just put a tiny fragment of metal into a gun and kill someone.
He's already thinking about what spells will work best to counteract it, just in case.]
Were you hunting out here?
[For like, dinner.]
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Yeah. I dunno, thought it might be nice to have some fresh meat. Nobody turns their nose up at deer, right?
[And nobody asks questions. About why you left. How long you were out. She doesn't think she has answers to at least the first of those. Isn't sure she'll have answers ever again. Sometimes she just needs to be gone, to disappear. It's hard to feel like she's herself when she's surrounded by people and noise, like she's being pulled in too many fucking directions. She'd be all right if Joel were here, but without him she still can't swim.]
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[Not that he gives a shit about people hunting or killing animals, it's not a morally based choice, so much as after you watch forty people die from eating poisoned chicken, you kind of go off eating meat.]
But I do think I saw a butcher, save you all the trouble of killing and skinning the thing.
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I know how to skin a deer. And butcher it, too.
[She doesn't say it with so much hostility as she might have if he hadn't turned into a giraffe for her, but it's still a bit of a standoffish statement. She doesn't like having her abilities questioned.
But.]
What's a 'vegetarian'?
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[He's not actually that bothered by the mess aprt, having done plenty of prep himself, but he doesn't see the point in wasting time with a task like that if someone else has already done it.
As for the vegetarian thing:]
Not actually a big fan of that whole eating animals things, if I can avoid it!
[Which isn't always possible, but he tries.]
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[It's not a rhetorical question. Ellie has no idea how to fill her days with something other than surviving. Even in Boston it was... schooling, military drills, more drills, sleep. Sometimes sneaking out. But the last year of her life has been more formative than the ten before it, and she doesn't even remember how not to be on edge.]
So... wait. You mean you just eat... like... vegetables? That's it?
[It doesn't bother her in any respect. It surprises her. Having the choice. Where she's from, you eat what you have or you go hungry. Hell, half the time you go hungry anyway. The idea of someone being able to turn down food just because they don't want it is-- staggering.]
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[He was working at twelve; it was the only way to not starve to death, so he doesn't really know what else teenagers would do. Even ones not in as dire circumstances as he was would likely be helping out their families or a local business, learning skills that could get them a job.]
Vegetables, bread and pastries and cakes, love those. Beans, legumes, mushrooms. I'm not a half-bad cook, if I do say so myself. I hardly even notice these days, not eating meat.
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[And she has no idea what to do with it. They want her to... test out products? Give reviews on service? Yeah, what's that like, exactly? How the hell should she know what the better shade of nailpolish is? It's weird, and it feels dishonest somehow. She hefts her rifle higher up on her shoulder.]
Man, I haven't had cake in forever.
[Because of course the fifteen year old girl fixates on the cake.]
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He claps his hands together, grinning.]
That is a tragedy, and I have to admit I was being modest when I said I'm not half-bad at cooking. You're talking to a very famous TV chef.
[He'll get back to the job thing later, when he isn't thinking about what the best cake to make is.]
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They have televisions where you're from, but no guns? That's weird as fuck.
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Hm, no? I have no idea what a television is! It was a travelling variety show.
[This makes perfect sense to him.]
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[Welp. Her bad, then.]
A television is like... this little box with moving pictures in it. Like... a play. Only on a screen. I thought that's what you meant. We call them 'TVs'.
[Some survived. She's seen, you know, Disney movies and stuff. There was this old VHS player that somebody found new in a box in somebody's attic, and a collection of movies, and the kids in the zone would gather around and watch it whenever nobody was drilling their asses about assignments or KP duty or how fast they could strip a gun. They were nice. Something of the Before.]
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[No, that makes sense to him, he nods as if he is following along, then adds:]
Like a hologram?
[There's no sense to the universe he comes from.]
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