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riverview: test drive meme

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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<center><img src="ICON URL HERE" style="border-radius: 50%; width: 70px; height: 70px; box-shadow:-3px 3px 2px 0px rgba(82, 136, 135, .75);"></center>
<center><div style="width: 210px; background-color: #528887; color: #fff; padding: 5px; font-size: 14px;">Name of Character</div></center>
<center><div style="width: 210px; background-color: #528887; color: #fff; padding: 5px; font-size: 11px; text-align: left;"><b><small>AGE:</small></b> ##
<b><small>INTERESTED IN:</small></b> Male/Female/Any
<b><small>SEEKING:</small></b> Type(s) of Relationship(s)
<b><small>ABOUT ME:</small></b> Blurb goes here, can be as long or short as you wish.</div></center><br>
</blockquote></center>

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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[ that's—

it's not impossible, from what lois has learned about this place so far. it's not impossible, but it still feels like a punch to the stomach, her heart beating too fast all of the sudden, hope and loss and a myriad of other emotions warring for dominance inside her chest. ]

Will do.

[ seeing is believing, isn't that how it goes? so instead of asking if this is a joke or if he knows her, she just makes her way to the coffee shop. she doesn't bother asking for clark kent. if he is who he says he is, she knows what he looks like.

it's still a shock, though, to find him sitting there, alive and well. it takes lois far longer than she'd like to find her voice, a little disbelieving, hopeful, scared to hope and have those hopes crushed. ]

Clark?

Lois?

[ It's not good that she's here, but like Dick told him having something and someone familiar helps. This, very selfishly, does. He doesn't have to pretend anything around her.

He's smiling brightly the moment she comes through the door. It fades the second he realises she's in distress. Lois Lane isn't easily at a loss for words.

Clark's never heard her heart hammer like this. He leads her to the bench, for her privacy. ]

What's wrong?

[ there's no one who smiles at her like that but clark kent, and if she'd thought that this might be some kind of ruse, some sick joke, his smile and subsequent concern go a long way to convincing her that it's him. it's really him. alive.

she lets him lead her to the bench, sitting down, never once taking her eyes off him the entire time. ]

There's no good way to say this -

[ there isn't. even just the thought of saying it aloud makes her feel dead inside, which is a little ironic, considering. ]

You're dead. [ she laughs, a short-lived thing that can't seem to decide whether to be joyful or bitter. he's here, and that's wonderful. she wants to bury her face in his neck and wrap her arms around him and never let go. at the same time, the pain of losing him is still all too real, too fresh. ] I'm guessing you don't remember that.

I.

[Down in one tunnel, a trail of bodies and blood marks the passage of one Roy Greenhilt.]

[The fighter stomps forward at a measured place, delivering powerful blows with his greatsword into the mass of creatures hungering for his flesh and blood. His face is set in lines of grim determination, despite the numerous scratches and scrapes all over his head and arms.]

[This was duty and obligation, but... without a team to back him up, it wasn't enjoyable by any means.]

III.

[For a moment, Roy's hand tightens on the door handle. Just a second, before he puts any real force into causing damage. Just because the door won't open, he doesn't have an excuse to rip it off its hinges or smash through. Irritation and inconvenience is no cause for property damage, and really, he shouldn't even be thinking it.]

I've already been here too long.

[Roy turns to the person who'd come in after him, tapping the door with the sub sandwich he'd come to this little place to get.] Sorry to say, but I think we're dining in.

No.

[ There's not anything on Earth he knows of that could hurt him that badly, or affect her so much. That laugh chills him.

Clark sits next to her, noticing that she won't leave his personal space. She's welcome to it.

He speaks gently. ]

Lois, I've just joined the Planet.

[ she didn't think there was anything on earth that could hurt him that badly, either, but—doomsday and the kryptonite weren't from this earth, were they? ]

That was over a year ago for me. [ eighteen months. she had eighteen months with clark.

he sits next to her and lois forces herself to stay upright instead of leaning into him, against his shoulder. she does reach out, after a moment, settling her hand on his and intertwining her fingers with his. even just that feels monumental, when she hadn't thought she'd get to do it ever again. ]

[One of the perils of randomly interrogating someone in the store is that you might pick on the guy who thinks armor is for 24/7 usage. Which Roy does, and it leads him to blink at the question for a moment while he struggles to find a way to answer it.]

I... think it would be safe to say that style among newcomers here varies dramatically and without apparent guidance, so you could probably wear whatever you like...

[ People come from different times. There's so few here from the same world that Clark hasn't had enough of a sample pool to see any pattern.

He turns his palm up, squeezing her hand warmly. A lot can happen in a year. ]

Should we go somewhere else?

[ Somewhere private. ]

Yeah, let's.

[ he won't mind if she just continues to hold on to his hand, will he? because she has no intention of letting go. she still feels shaken, but she forces it away long enough to say: ] I think I may need that scotch after all.

[ it's only half a joke. ]

[ it could be interesting to see what she comes up with. it could be fun, even. the problem being that logan really doesn't give a shit one way or another.

so he draws his shoulders up in a shrug, blowing out smoke. ]

Logan.

[ claws coming out of his fists are no more weird than a living flame on top of someone's head but sure. he's the weird one. at least she seems to be doing pretty well in terms of monster-fighting, so he mentally marks her combatant rather than civilian.

no one he needs to think about saving. that's good, 'cause he's a shit saviour all things considered. no saviour at all, really. ]

Never seen a mutant before?

[Damen seems a little startled at first, and leans in to the camera again, peering at the device's external features (probably) with curiosity, dark curls flopping over his face. Logically, he'd known what would happen. They told him. Seeing it is another story.]

If you can clarify more than the people I have spoken to can, I suppose I would be grateful. It is quite a lot of information to take in at once.

Well, then.

[ logan keeps watching for a moment to see if the guy will fall over, but when it doesn't happen within the first thirty seconds of him looking, he gets out a cigar, preps and lights it.

after a moment's hesitation, he throws his lighter at the guy. ] Catch.

[ maybe that'll make him fall over. maybe it won't. ]

You worry about you and let me worry about me. [He drops the still-squirming creature, checking his fingers with a grunt of disapproval before just sort of wiping some of the blood off on his pants.] Long as we get some first aid on the way back, I'll be fine.

[He can hear more monsters coming their way, and shakes a few drops of blood from his hands that are getting in the way of his fire. Seriously, this place is a dream come true.]

Just keep in mind I'm not saving your ass if you get in over your head.

[Smartphone communication is old hat to him, so he offers his best and most reassuring smile and a little wave. Just to prove that yes, he too can see and hear Damen.]

Where do you want me to start?

Knowing what you can do IS worrying about me. Since if you go down I'll have a lot more to deal with, right?

[Morgan makes a mental note to heal him, since relying on anyone else to do so is no guarantee. But that's later. For now, Morgan is focused entirely on the tunnel ahead of them, now filled with snapping and hungry creatures heading their way.]

No saves. Gotcha.

"Magick," Aloy echoes, some small amount of scepticism in her voice. She has more sense than to call him out on what sounds like superstition to her, and superstition is just eternally frustrating. Anyway, it apparently works, whatever he wants to call it.

"How is it done, if it isn't technological?"

[ thomas' outfit fits a particular time, place and social group—none of which are still around, not really, or at least not in the form he has experienced them in his formative years and beyond. he can only assume that the ensemble taako is wearing similarly fits a particular context. it just isn't a context thomas is at all familiar with. ]

What kind of magic? [ is the prompt reply. that it ignores both the compliment and taako's question, asking another one of his own instead, is no accident. thomas hasn't always been a police officer, but he has been one for more than long enough to pick up certain habits.

such as preferring interrogating people to being interrogated, even if taako's question was hardly an interrogation and more polite conversation. the principle is the same. ]

In retrospect, Cecelia should have known better than to come into this glass box that moves. She comes from a time and place without them, and therefore has a healthy suspicion of them. The stairs suit her just fine, especially since she only lives on the second floor. But with the electricity acting strange, the stairwell had no lighting and even with her werewolf senses, she couldn't see up the stairs.

And now she's here -- all 5'2" of her with this giant man (no one from home is this tall!) -- reaching out a hand towards the wall of the elevator for balance. She's not used to the shift to her balance that an elevator gives.

"No... no, surely not." She looks up at the roof of the box and wishes for the lights to turn back on. It seems quite improper to be alone with a man in such a confined space, but again, she should have thought of that before getting into the elevator.

Hard to argue when it was obviously producing results, wasn't it?

"Now that's getting into a quagmire," he said, again glossing over a history of war and conflict that could literally be dooming mankind. "But the short version of it is... reality is only what we perceive it to be. So if you change what you perceive, you change reality."

[ He knows of werewolves??? This is the first she's heard of anyone knowing of her kind. Is he from her world? No, most likely not. There are barely any werewolves alive in her time as it is, and she assumes they'll all die out. ]

All I know comes from tales where they are painted as the villain. I suppose in that regard they are bad.

[ Play it cool, Cecelia... ]

Why do you ask?

[ nightingale isn't entirely certain whether to be pleased by the lack of reaction or worried by it. in his own world, he'd be more worried because someone not reacting in some way surprised at a display of magic means that person is familiar with magic and given that nightingale is currently the last sanctioned wizard in the country, his apprentice notwithstanding, that suggests hedge magic, if not something more sinister.

here, of course, matters are somewhat different. ]

If you are willing to take care of any stragglers to the back, I could handle the ones in front of us.

Hitting them. With magic, that is.

[ nightingale is not so closed off from popular culture that the costume does not make him think of superheroes. they are the ones who wear capes, are they not? and superheroes are not a particularly modern invention, either. it is, strangely enough, an invention that has survived the test of time when so much hasn't.

but now is hardly the time to think of death and loss. ]

I can only confirm your suspicion.

[ he inclines his head, acknowledgement and something almost amused in his expression. ] I was in London, before this.

[Okay there are exactly two things that noise could be coming from. It's either a) a valiant and probably super cool rescue team coming to save her from this terrible hell box, or b) a monster here to chomp her whole entire face off. At this point Mae is equally ready for both of those. She scrambles to her feet just in time to see somebody's head poking in through the hatch and oh thank God they're not here to murder here.

She can't really place the accent but it sounds... British-ish?]

Nothing, forget about it. Now c'mon, pull me up! Let's blow this joint!

[Who the hell even says "joint" anymore? Mae sure does apparently, throwing her arms up and hopping up an down for this hooded weirdo to grab on.]

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