riverview: test drive meme

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riverview test drive meme

Welcome to Riverview's 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 April 1st.
● Providing all parties are amenable, threads on the test drive meme can count as game canon, as the plot in the prompts presented is game canon.
● TDM threads do not count for Activity Check, but they do count for Activity Bonus Points, so long as all characters involved are accepted into the game.
● Since this particular TDM is plot-heavy, current players are welcome to do their own top-levels to interact with the plot. However, since it is still a TDM intended to help potential new players get involved, there will be a special additional +25 Activity Point bonus for any thread submitted by a current player that involves a potential new character rather than focusing on existing CR, for this TDM post.

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. Thanks to player-created plots, this month's Test Drive is set to effect the game setting for the next few months, so please enjoy!

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plot overview

After just over a week of increasingly serious blackouts and brownouts around the city, the team in charge of the structural integrity and defense of the wall has found the source of the problem, and posted a network entry explaining that the issue is caused by a large quantity of lizard-like monsters that have compromised the underground infrastructure of the city, and requesting volunteers to help do a full-scale manual extermination of monsters and assess the damage and do urgent repairs.

prompt i: a call to arms

The most urgent request presented is for people to help clear out the monsters in the underground tunnels - and there are a lot of them! With estimated monster numbers in the area of 500-1000, ranging from adult to juvenile, there's a lot of work to be done to clear out the underground infrastructure of the city. The Perimeter Guard will have a steady stream of transport trucks going to escort any fight-capable residents who want to volunteer out to the tunnels. They will also provide weapons of various varieties as well as short training sessions on how to use them safely in a confined space for anyone who doesn't have their own.

Whether you fight with a weapon, your fists, magic, or poison darts, your help is more than welcome down in the tunnels. The only real request is to keep seismic or explosive abilities or attacks on the mild side, and to be careful not to poison the city's water supply! Other than that, go wild.

prompt ii: into the depths

Clearing out monsters is all well and good, but they have definitely done some damage to the city's infrastructure. So it isn't just the brawn that needs to step up to help the city, it's the brains. There's a call for anyone with any kind of special ability that would help with emergency repairs. Whether it's engineers, chemists, anyone with first aid, runners to distribute supplies, or any other special ability that would help out in the underground tunnels and fix some of the damage that's been done, anyone is welcome to help. And if you think it's just scientists who are needed, think again - magic is a well-known if not-well-understood facet of life in Riverview Quarantine, and some of this stuff works on a more arcane level than a mundane one.

And, of course, all of these brainiacs are going to need a little backup, so any bruisers to act as escort and protection are also welcome.

prompt iii: trapped in a...

Not everyone has the skills or desire to head out into the jungle and fight for the city, and that's perfectly fine. Inside the Quarantine walls, life is carrying on as normally as it can. That is, aside from the ongoing blackouts.

Wherever you might be in the city, you run a pretty decent risk of getting trapped somewhere for a short period of time. Whether it's trapped in an elevator, a tram car, a store, the housing you share with someone you barely know, or anywhere else in the city, it could happen to you. This could be the start of a beautiful friendship or a meet-cute to tell your grandkids about...at least, that is, if you get along with the person you're stuck with...

prompt iv: friendr/network

Whether your character is posting up a silly word game to distract people from the dangerous mission going on, trying to get hold of a friend, or putting out feelers for people to go out into the fray with, the network is going strong.

Alternately, an offer for a new, free app is popping up on people's devices - Friendr is a friend-finder and/or dating app. If characters choose to install it, they will fill out a short bio and parameters for what they're looking for, upload a snap of themselves, and then proceed to browse for matches. This is a typical swipe-left-or-right type app.

Code to post your character's bio is in the textbox below, or you can just do a text version of the information in the app. An example of how it looks can be found here.

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Many thanks to mistojen for coding this especially for Riverview!

prompt v: wildcard

Choose your own adventure and do something else in the setting!

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Comments

Mae Borowski / Night in the Woods

[trashmammal]

iii | hellevator
C'mon, c'moooooon!

[She's trying to hold it together here, she really is. She's been through tons of weird crap lately, getting stuck in an elevator with some rando should be no biggie! But there's monsters outside the walls and the power just went out and home seems so far away now and everything just makes her want to scream. She doesn't though, 'cause that'd be embarrassing.

Instead, Mae just drags her hand (paw?) over the panel of buttons, like it's gonna do something, before slumping down to the floor.]

Uuuuuuugh.

[Scooting back into a corner, ear flicking irritably.]

This. Effing. Sucks, dude. Dumbass universe can't even get a moving box right. I mean, what even is an elevator except that?!

---

iv | call me beep me if you wanna reach me
ur: @maedae

so uh.
is this just a normal thing here?
the monsters i mean.
cuz i only firgured out that ghosts werent actually a thing like.
a couple weeks ago.
please tell me its not just me having trouble taking in ALLLLL THIS.

---

v | cat on a wire

[Mae hasn't actually been outside in... a couple days, now. There's this sense of wrongness humming in the back of her skull, and most of the time she just don't feel like getting out of bed at all, hoping she'll just wake up and see she's back home again, like none of this ever happened.

Still, a girl's gotta stretch her legs, which means actually leaving her building for once and getting the lay of the land. She tries to stay off the streets as much as possible, too many weird-faced people down there, too many of them staring at her. Besides, it's nice, being able to jump around and be herself without anybody watching.

So, if you see a chubby cat-person in an unwashed t-shirt balancing on your windowsill or sitting on the roof, you've got your explanation.]

logan | x-men

[snkt]

i — a call to arms

[ logan is the best at what he does and what he does best is fighting. it's the one thing he's known his whole life, a constant in a world where little else seems to be. maybe fighting's in his nature or maybe life forced him into it; whatever. point is, he's damn good at it.

there's shit all else to do, too, so he heads for the underground and throws himself into the fight, claws extended and features creased into a snarl. get too close and you might even hear him growl, something low and primal. he slashes and he hacks and monster guts get everywhere.

if they get on you, don't expect an apology. ]

iv — no need for friends

FRIENDR

Logan

AGE: old enough
INTERESTED IN:
SEEKING:
ABOUT ME: what is this cutesy shit?

v — drinking to drink

[ there's a bar in this shithole. it's one thing almost all shitholes have in common: there are bars. logan hasn't bothered with a table; sitting at the bar means more immediate access to the bartender and hence, booze. he's got a glass of it in front of him, half-empty already. ]

Hey. [ is he addressing the bartender or the person nearest to him? both, probably. ] Do I get kicked out for smoking in here?

lois lane | dceu

[flackjacket]

( III ) GOING UP OR DOWN?

[ lois might have had a moment of feeling displaced, of feeling like she no longer belonged in her apartment without clark, but that doesn't mean she feels at home here. clark wasn't her whole life, even if it had felt like it at times. she'd had her work, her position at the daily planet.

she's trying to recreate that here, now. that's why she's in this elevator, a notebook and pencil in one hand, a tote bag with various other things hanging from her shoulder. she's going to interview someone, or she was. the elevator rumbles to a halt, lets in one more passenger, begins to move again and then just stops. ]

Convenient. [ is lois' dry comment, her jaw clenching briefly in displeasure. she turns to the panel to try and figure out if there's some way to get the elevator moving again. a little distractedly, she adds: ] I hope you're not claustrophobic.

( IV ) NETWORK — un: muckracket

How long have you all been here? What kinds of worlds are you from? I'm actually interested in a census of sorts (age, sex, former location, job, powers) to see if there's any kind of pattern. Share as little or as much as you're comfortable with, though more is obviously better in this case.

Oh, and where can a girl get a good scotch around here?

Morgan Knight | Mage: the Ascension | OC

[morganknight]

i

[A technical pacifist, Morgan is aware that even that qualifier represents a moral and ethical failing on his part. Martial arts is a path of self-improvement, not of battle and harm. Bringing harm to another living being is a step away from enlightenment.]

[But you know what, that sure doesn't apply to ravaging monsters who exist solely to cause pain and suffering, no matter their ecological niche. And honestly, there's just something special about killing monsters in tunnels below a city -- a proud Knight family tradition, one he's exhilarated to uphold.]

[So Morgan stalks through the tunnels with a grin on his face, a sword over his shoulder, and an SMG in one hand. Not in the least bit subtle, as the sharp reports of bullets echo down and back for what seems like miles as he puts a burst decisively into a a lizard monster's head. ]

iii.

Yep. It's locked.

[Morgan turns to lean back against the doors that won't open, idly lacing his hands behind his head like he's getting comfortable for the long haul. Plenty of ways to get out of here if he really wants, but most of them involve a little more damage than whoever owns this little coffee shop deserves to come back to. Instead, he flashes a lazy grin at his new best friend for however long it takes the power to come back on.]

This happen often around here?

iv.

FRIENDR

Name of Character

AGE: 23
INTERESTED IN: Any interested friends, but ladies for anything more
SEEKING: I'm new, I don't know anyone, come say hi.
ABOUT ME: Martial artist. CEO. Generally awesome dude.

ＰＥＧＧＹ ＣＡＲＴＥＲ ｜ ＡＧＥＮＴ ＣＡＲＴＥＲ

[tenures]

a call to arms;

[ One of the residents aboard the trucks may look a tad different than the others, what's with the dark blue high-heels, styled hair and her trademark red lipstick. Even odder is how she's already loading a gun, creating a bit of an oxymoron between a well-kept looks and practicality. She won't object to a spot of conversation but she won't insist on making it, either.

She'll also be spotted with the newer weapons, quickly becoming familiar with them. with the way she hits each target, a point is being made clear, this one is nothing short of a markswoman.

But when the monsters show up, Peggy won't stick to only her gun. It'll be quite the scene, the way she'll battle them in the same pair of high heels. Peggy's style of hand-to-hand combat will look more like brawling, sharp kicks to the adults, throwing her weight against the juvenile ones and not a hair out of place all the while.

Help her out and you might get a rather cheerful, ]

Much obliged, thank you.

[ the manners are in place, too, it would seem. ]

trapped in a -

[ Well, this is a load of cobblers, isn't it?

She is already rather sorry she had taken the elevator instead of the steps but it is, what it is. ]

Crikey - that does happen more and more often, doesn't it?

[ when it becomes clear the elevator will not be moving anytime soon, she will take off her heels and take a seat against the wall. ]

Sorry about that.

[ there might be a hint of a smile there. ]

Looks like we'll be here for a while.

network;

( username: agent )

Well this has been quite the welcome.

I do not suppose we must use their odd little program for a proper introduction, yes?

[ She will never say she's not sure how to operate it. Don't you dare suggest such a thought. ]

thomas nightingale | rivers of london

[ettersberg]

( i ) this is a call to arms

[ one might think that wearing a bespoke suit, handmade leather shoes and a white burberry coat is perhaps not the wisest choice when heading out to battle monsters in the underground beneath a city, and yet that is precisely what thomas nightingale is wearing, despite his knowledge where he is going and with what goal in mind. in one hand, he carries what might pass for a walking stick. everything about him screams upper class and british, including his accent when he opens his mouth once underground. ]

If you wouldn't mind stepping behind me for a moment? [ it's clearly more of a request than a question. it might not be perfectly visible, but the moment whoever he was addressing complies, a shield of what appears to be pure energy rises up before nightingale at a command muttered under his breath. ] How were you planning on dispatching these monsters, if I may ask?

( iv ) id: NIGHTINGALE

How many of you are familiar with the notion of magic, or with supernatural entities? If you're aware of the existence of either in your world, how are breaches of the peace by magical means investigated and sanctioned in your world? Magical crimes, if you will.

v;

[greyjane]

[Shai is newly arrived to the bartop, leaning against it to get the tender's attention. She prefers to drink with her back to the wall so she doesn't honestly intend to linger, but the question sort of catches her by surprise enough that she raises an eyebrow at its asker.]

Awfully polite of you to care what our kidnappers think of your smoking habits, sweetheart.

[She says it playfully, no hint of the simmering ire just beneath the surface. Count the ways she isn't a fan of involuntary incarceration, no matter how pleasant the stay.]

trapped —

[ettersberg]

[ it is certainly a load of something, though nightingale would hardly stoop so low as to say that out loud. he isn't taking off his shoes, either, but of course, his aren't heels so much as flat-soled leather shoes, and handmade ones at that. ]

That's quite all right. [ his accent, she might note, is not dissimilar to her own. ] I imagine I'd do the same in your position.

III

[greyjane]

[She actually laughs at the question, and shakes her head.]

Not the least, darling. I actually think this little how-to-do is bigger than my bunk back home.

[The Ephemera is a state-of-the-art ship, with all the latest in Bellgrand technology, but it's small and fast for a reason. Shai doesn't mind the cramped quarters in the least. It's the open air that makes her oddly uneasy, but living a shipboard life for damn near a quarter century will do that to anyone.]

Let me know if you need a hand with that panel, hm?

[She's an on-again, off-again electrical engineer. She's not allergic to figuring shit out the hard way.]

[snkt]

[ it's a sentiment logan can appreciate, though not one he really shares. if someone stabs him in the back, well. they're in for a surprise, and not a pleasant one. ]

I care about keeping my drink, not their opinion.

[ "sweetheart". well, that's not something he gets called often. so after a moment of heavy deliberation, he adds: ] Honey.

[tenures]

[ he reminds her, for one nostalgic moment, of mister Jarvis. He's the only other gentleman with such well-polished shoes. ]

Can't imagine it?

[ She eyes her discarded shoes and not without a hint of a smile. ]

Not so practical as yours, I'm afraid.

[girlexmachina]

i

Monsters? They're not even machines. They're still pretty monstrous, but she's not used to animal monsters. She's not worried, though. If anything, that makes this easier. Probably. She hopes. Only one way to find out.

Aloy moves in the shadows and what cover she can find, circling around one of the monsters with her bow drawn. An arrow strikes it in the eye, and while it reels, she lunges forward with her spear drawn to deliver a killing blow.

There's more blood than with a machine kill, that's for sure. Aloy glances at her partner, with another arrow on the bow already.


ii

Officially, she's here for protection. Not that she looks like much, being a young woman with a bow and a spear on her back and a quiver of arrows at her waist. That's not why Aloy wanted to come, though.

She's looking at everything, with her Focus making a glowing blue circle of light over her right ear as she scans what she sees with it. It's... different from what she's seen back home. That's just all the more interesting. She's just drinking it in, fascinated.

She's inclined to wander up to someone working on something particularly interesting and peer over their shoulder in silence for a moment or two before asking, "What is it you're working on?"


iii

She hadn't been sure about how she felt about the tram to begin with. Once it started moving, she'd decided she liked it well enough, though she'd like it if there was a window she could stick her head out and properly enjoy the speed.

And then it stops. And there's no way out. And that is not nearly as fun as it was a moment ago.

Aloy is up on her feet at once, pounding on the door. "Hey! Can anyone hear me? Open up!" She moves to jam her spear in the door, trying to force it open.

iv

FRIENDR

Aloy

AGE: 19
INTERESTED IN: Any
SEEKING: ????
ABOUT ME: You have something this amazing, and you use it for this?

shai ebbisaryn ♞ original

[greyjane]

I; otherwise known as everybody do the monster mash.

[Monster hunting ain't exactly the prettiest way to blow off aggression, but it does her a sight better than sulking, and Shai has a sharp, visceral dislike of inaction. She's killed a fair few and barely broken a sweat, which leads to her sitting on one husked corpse (rather than on the mess of ichor on the ground) to take a break and drink a bottle of water. Hydration is key.

As soon as the first person comes into her own little corner she'll give them a friendly nod. Her accent, when she speaks, is some strange mix of something that sounds Australian and South African, not of Earth if you squint,]

Howdy, stranger. You doin' all right?

[like do you need water or something she'll share she's chill like that. She even holds the bottle out in silent question.]


IV; the artist formerly known as network post;


golly, how kind of our kidnappers to give us such an efficient means of communication ;)

hello, all. name's shai. for brevity's sake, i'm just your average fun-loving electrokinetic. before you ask, i only use my powers for good and sex. [spot the very playfully told lie.] pleasure to meet you all, despite the circumstances. questions/comments/concerns/etc?

[greyjane]

[The resultant smile that rather reluctantly drawled honey gets is utterly delighted. She always loves a good sport.]

For the record, [and she does strongly considering keeping the game up by adding a rather put-upon darling into the mix. Saccharine? Probably too much.] there's no posted signage warning off smoking.

[She leans in a bit, careful not to infringe too mightily upon a man's personal space and in the world's most conspiratorial, Aussie-and-South-African-accented style whisper,]

I think you're safe for now.

[She retreats back into her own personal bubble and more loudly,]

But don't worry. If anyone tries to take your drink, I'll rise to the occasion of protecting your honour, darling.

[oop, there it is. her cheeky little grin pretty much says it all.]

Jamie Dodger | OC

[smokedout]

[[ooc: replies may be slow since i'm drawing icons as needed.]]

i: the best sort of fun

Honestly? Dodger only came along because he was promised to find some real monsters to fight. He didn't sign up for the boring-ass ride on the transport truck, packed in with people he doesn't know, or the constant bothering by the perimeter guards to cover the basic safety training for the knife he'd grabbed. And well.. setting that guard's hand on fire probably wasn't the best first impression, but they let him come along once he calmed down so he guesses he got away with it.

Now that they're out in the forest, his eyes are darting all over the place as he lights probably his 50th cigarette that day, eager to find a fight. Some bush rustles, and he disappears in a flash of sparks to reappear near the bush, shoving his hands into it to find the creature's neck and smash its head into a nearby tree.

Might have been a monster, might have been a native animal. Might have been one of those pokemon Sycamore brought with him. Either way, it was way too easy a kill and he's looking a little disappointed as he teleports back to the group.

v: fucking VENDING MACHINES

The real worst part of the blackouts are when technology starts failing him. And none of that is as much of a betrayal as food betraying him.

"Oh motherfucker..." He mutters under his breath as the lights go out in this part of the city again... and the LED lights shut off of the vending machine he'd just fed five units to.

It's more of a minor inconvenience, as his first instinct after it misreading his money so many times is to just shove his fist into it and shatter the glass. And after a moment of cooling down, he decides to take what the machine owes him by just emptying out what seems like interesting snacks, to stock up for his own use.

If anyone passes by he'll offer a bag or two, but both his hand and the bags are covered in blood now. So that makes things a little awkward.

[flackjacket]

Bunk? [ even here and now, lois' mind is always analysing, seeking patterns, seeking a story. ] As in, on a ship? [ it could just be a colloquialism, but lois would always rather ask one too many question than not enough. ]

If you think you'll have any luck, it's all yours.

[ by contrast, lois isn't a mechanic or electrical engineer. journalism has taught her a great many things and her father a great many others before their estrangement, but there's no obvious way to get this elevator running as far as lois can tell, and so she's happy enough to stand aside. admittedly, she'd rather have something to do with her hands, but that isn't reason enough to keep at it when she knows she won't get anywhere. ]

[greyjane]

Mmmhm.

[It's an idle agreement. Shai appreciates a sharp mind in myriad ways she won't let on about, but she's glad the woman picked up on it and her answering nod is pleasant enough as she steps up to the panel.

She pauses. Looks over her shoulder.]

I don't suppose metahumans make you uncomfortable?

[She honestly doesn't care, but it's only polite. There's really no point in wasting more time than they have to being trapped in here and if her companion is discomfited by the thought then she can simply turn around and cover her ears.]

a call to arms;

[greyjane]

[Oh, she only helps out a little, really. A monster lunges at the - frankly, gorgeous - woman doing all that heavy brawling and she slams up a sort of shimmering, electric shield. Blue sparks crackle and jump, the monster all but disintegrates and Shai just cups her chin in one hand, the other arm is braced across her ribs.]

Honestly, I think I could watch you do that lovely little spinning move all day. Utterly fascinating.

[Sorry, Peg, she's one hell of a flirt.]

iii

[mercyful]

[ Maybe this would be more shocking if Angela wasn't already used to a hyper-intelligent gorilla scientist, but she's taking this cat person situation in stride. She smiles in a hopefully placating way. It's her standard doctor look, but who knows if a cat person can read human facial expressions the same way? ]

Have you tried the Call button? Those are usually connected to a backup generator so at least the word gets out that people are trapped.

[ettersberg]

[ they're well-polished, at least for now. nightingale did not polish them himself; that was molly's doing and he's not sure if she did it by means magical or not. it hardly matters. molly isn't here, though, and so from now on nightingale will have to polish his own shoes and mend his own socks.

it will be, in some way, reminiscent of the war, and of his time with the foreign office. the latter memory, at least, isn't entirely oppressive. ]

I've been told practicality isn't everything.

v, for eViscerated hands

[trashmammal]

God, how weird is it that she actually has money now? Not, like, real, paper money, but still! Money! That she can spend, on things!

Like, say, a delicious snack or twelve. Probably other stuff, too, but Mae really doesn't feel like leaving the building right now, so it's either this or ordering in, and she didn't feel much like waiting either. Besides, the delivery car would probably get squashed by, like, a dragon or something. They have those here, right?

The sound of breaking glass knocks her back to reality, and she realizes that a) she's been standing there for a minute solid, and b) this dude just punched open a vending machine.

"Oh shit!" This is probably the coolest thing she's seen all day, and she scrambles up beside him almost immediately, sweeping away some of the leftover glass with her boot. "Hell yeah, dude! Looting! Smash capitalism!" She reaches in, snatching up whatever bags he doesn't take and bundling them together in her arms.

"It's cool if I take all these, right? I mean Iunno if you just laid claim to the whole machine, or what, like, the looter's code for this is."

Letha Regis | OC

[burntbridges]

i

[Letha snuck along with one of the waves of volunteers going into the wilderness, careful to stay away from the guards she knows and hiding her pregnant belly until they're out there and it's a little late to drag her back. It's getting harder as she goes into her fourth month, but she's always had a penchant for being found where she has no business being.

She breaks off from the main group, taking out her Phantump to help her with battling. He's not the strongest thing around, not by a long shot, but he manages to kill a monster and that's really all she needs. So if your character finds her now, she's sitting neatly over the corpse of a monster, holding her hands over it as she tries to raise it from the dead.]

iv

[The lights keep flickering around the communal hall, but she's used to using candles at night anyway. She's kind of happy to get the opportunity again. The network still works, and that's the only technology she even uses. She brought her tablet home from work to chat, but since the lights are currently out and she's relying on candle-light, her video feed ends up looking pretty spooky.]

Whenever the nights were cold and rainy like this in Thornwell, I'd overhear the peasants telling ghost stories and tales of the unknown. A lot of them were about necromancers and never made much sense, but I do miss the tradition.

All that being said - do any of you have stories like that from your worlds? I'd love to hear them.

[trashmammal]

[She can read expressions just fine, though the blonde lady comes off as more condescending than anything, which is not a feeling Mae is cool with. She's been talked down to by doctors plenty, thanks.]

I guess. [She slumps forward, still not getting off the floor, and jams her finger down on what she's pretty sure is the Call button. And then a few more time, for good measure.]

So, what? We just wait now? Oooooor was I supposed to say something there, 'cause Iunno if I really got what "call" means.

[mercyful]

I think it's different at different locations. Some it's just a buzzer, but others it's like an intercom. Were it the latter, I expect someone would have said something on the other end.

[ She takes a seat against the opposite wall, not looking too bothered just yet. If they're stuck more than a hour, then she'll start feeling annoyed. ]

I'm Angela. What's your name?

[ The cat seems young to her, but she can't really tell. Do they live cat lives or human lives when it comes to years? ]

[trashmammal]

[She lets out a little *huff* of air that might be the beginnings of a sigh, but she stops it up, scooting backards and leaning into the corner across from Angela (which is her name, apparently.

C'mon, Mae, get it together. You're better than this!]

Uh, Mae. Mae Borowski.