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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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[ He notices that expression and Genji frowns deeply. Relaxing his shoulders a little, he falls into a more casual stance. Perhaps being so... easygoing is not the best idea. He's the only one who has the ability to see the good from the bad, after all.

It really isn't fair at all, is it? Genji has always had people around him wanting to help. Of course he wanted nothing to do with it for the most part, but even in Overwatch there were people who tried. Amari, Morrison, Reyes... it wasn't until he stumbled into the path of his Master that universe started to make sense again.

And his brother has always had nobody but himself. There is a surge of self hatred so sudden in his chest that it almost gives him whiplash— if he hadn't been such a brat, his brother would not be in this pitiful state — he steadies his breath and presses it back down. There was no fixing it then. Only way to move was forward.

So Genji laughs again, a light and airy noise. ] It was not an easy feat. [ He drops his hands and rests a palm on the hilt of his wakizashi. ] Shall we get moving then, brother? We will not accomplish much just standing here. [ A slight pause. ] I doubt it smells nice down here.

[ She hasn't seemed to age a day since he last saw her. And he'd been so angry back then, seeing her now is like looking through a different pair of glasses. He almost wants to apologize for being such bad company during his time in Overwatch.

But yes, not the time. Genji just shakes his head a gives a faint little chuckle. ] Not at all, it has been good practice. And I am much better than I was. [ He reaches over and puts a hand on her shoulder. ] It is very good to see you again.

[ He's absolutely grinning behind that mask of his. ] I would expect nothing less, of course.

[ Genji follows after her, resting a hand idly on the hilt of his blade as he does. No point in standing around waiting for nothing to happen, after all. ]

Damen doesn't exactly share the sentiment. The poor emergency bulb looks like it's about to die again itself. Clearly the rest of the power is still out? Well, it should be clear, but he really doesn't know. He huffs out a short breath, resting one hand over his middle, the still-healing, bandaged stab wound beneath his shirt. "Until it goes out again, I suppose," he says dryly, tilting his head to look up at it, then back at the doors.

"I thought I should make an attempt. Other people use these strange features and devices without a thought, you know?" And he hadn't wanted to stand out more than he already does.

The curtsy gets a little smile out of him. At least some here still have manners. He bows his curly head in return. "Prince Damianos, of Akielos. The pleasure is mine, despite the circumstances."

Lola was a little too surprised by the girl trying to drink pickle juice to really respond before there was glass and pickles everywhere. What was this kid, raised by wolves? Who does that? Why would anyone do that? You can put pickle juice on something, but just drinking it.

And then she jumped back to stay away from the juice on the floor.

Lola is confused at the girl's confusion, "You're alone here, right? I can cook, you probably can't. And it'd be nicer than just eating random things in a grocery store." Why was everyone so against being helped?

[ anija again; the surprise shows on his face just as clearly this time too, something uncertain and lost brought out by the honorific. ]

Ah — of course. [ he collects himself, tries to crush the nostalgia and the grief that is filling his lungs, his head spinning faintly. it's impossible to think that he'll be able to distract himself from anything when Genji is right here, more of a distraction himself than the monsters could possibly be, but he can at least keep himself together until they part ways. when he's alone again, he can be as weak and pathetic as he feels right now.

Hanzo straightens, steeling, and turns to walk back the way he came. ] There is a path in this direction that I have not taken.

[ he falls silent for some distance as they walk together and he keeps his gaze stubbornly ahead; he would claim that he's keeping an eye out for more of the lizard creatures, but in truth, he wouldn't even see one if it crossed his path. he just needs not to look at Genji. something that Genji had said is sticking in his mind, though, a question that feels more like self-punishment than curiosity. he finally manages the fortitude to ask — and he glances sidelong at Genji first, hesitates, swallows a hard lump in his throat: ]

Are your senses diminished? By the mask.

[ it must have some kind of respiratory capabilities, since it's close-fitting and he keeps it on all the time. he can breathe through it. but Hanzo can't quite imagine what that's like. ]

[Damen probably shouldn't even be out here. His stab wound from his half-brother's hand is still healing after being brought here, and though it's made an unusual amount of progress, they still said he should take it easy. But he had heard about the monster infestation, and honestly, going out and doing something had seemed like a more appealing idea than lying in bed, worrying about his lover.

Down here in the tunnels, he has to stoop a little bit, to avoid hitting his head on pipes or the ceiling or archways. He's very tall, and broad, and carrying a big two-handed sword the Perimeter Guard had found him, old but sharp. As he makes his way through the tunnel, he beam of his flashlight dances over still, reptilian corpses, and-

It's cold. It's impossibly cold, to someone used to a much warmer climate than Riverview's in the first place. He suppresses a shiver, and then his light falls on the woman.]

Are you alright?

It is only polite to be formal, Commander.

Peacekeeping seems a noble career, if it is as it sounds. Is yours a respected position in your home world?

[ he's no stranger to euphemisms to avoid unpleasantness; his family ruled a criminal empire. for all he knows, "peacekeeping corps" is a polite curtain for the kind of division that crushes civil unrest. ]

should i be calling you 'mister'?

[are you just that kinda dude, guy? Like, she'll roll with it and everything, but damn.]

and that depends on how you define 'respected'. some people appreciate what we do, others think we're awfully tyrannical. can't win them all.

[She has no problem being perceived as 'scary'. It's all part and parcel. She has a reputation back home and she's so used to wearing it like a second skin it doesn't even occur to her that she could shed it here.]

What's the most difficult one?

[ there are some journalists who like simple explanations, presenting information in a way that even the dumbest reader can understand without the nuance and complexities of reality. lois has never appreciated that; she'd rather figure out a topic inside and out and present it with complexities than treat her readers, than treat humanity like they're stupid.

she steps out of the elevator, body still angled toward shai as far as possible. ]

Everyone is old, or everyone is from old places? Because if it's the former, well. I'm hardly your age.

It's that way.

[ she gestures vaguely in the direction of it, still unwilling to take her eyes off clark. to say that she's missed him doesn't even begin to cover it. ] Have you been here for long? [ she asks instead. ]

I would say that 'Shimada' would suffice, but as my brother is here as well, that may become a problem. Hanzo will be fine.

[ really weird, to be honest, but fine. he's dealt with western manners before. ]

Peacekeeping by force, then. Fair enough. Not everyone understands what is necessary.

All right.

[ Probably the same as Clark himself then: doesn't need food for energy or nutrients.

He'll remember the sound of Genji's body. Mechanical parts can jam or break down for any reason. ]

My name is Clark. Are you new?

Well met, Shai. I am Líadan.

Fun-loving carries a note of promise, but I do have a question. Er, questions, rather. What is an electrokinetic and how are those powers used for good and sex?

[ And she is one hundred and ten percent earnest about this inquiry. Is it some kind of magick? She's betting it's some kind of magick. Maybe it's a construct of some kind? This place does like its constructs, not that she's sure how constructs like the ones she's seen would make sex more fun than it is with their weird wires and all. Hmm. ]

[ There's a life lived. It's a private one, judging from their entire conversation.

Clark sees a kindred spirit. ]

Does that only apply to reporters?

I was one of the first few.

[ Lois gestured towards the higher floors: the private rooms. That'll work. He'll know anyone coming in the corridor. If not, he has his place in the abandoned city. ]

Did they give you any trouble when you arrived?

[ It's probably the other way around. ]

Other than the abduction and not sending me back immediately?

[ this is steadier terrain, at least. they told her some story about repopulation and about building a home here and about feeling displaced and yeah, lois might have questioned her place in the world in a moment of weakness because someone she loved recently died (not to point fingers at anyone), but temporary feelings of being out of place don't mean she doesn't know she has a place.

she has her job, and there's no less violence or crime or misinformation in the world without clark. if anything, it's more. ]

They were polite.

They say they'll send us back.

[ What's the old saying? Believe half of what you see and none of what you hear. Clark'll believe them when someone can go back. ]

I'll believe that when it happens.

[ they're both still here, aren't they? though right now, lois isn't as angry about it anymore as she had been, as intent on uncovering what has been going on and how to get back with or without their help. clark is here, and love is no reason to give up anything, but—just for a moment, she wants to have this.

soon enough they're at her door, and lois opens it, pulling him inside by the hand she's still holding. as soon as the door's closed, she turns to look at him (again). ]

You're really here.

Yes.

[ She sounds a lot more settled now. Clark pulls her in slowly to hug her. ]

[ getting her fired up about something like her own abduction and that of countless others is a sure way to make lois feel more settled in her skin, more like herself. when he pulls her in, she comes gladly, settling her head on his chest (over his heart, trying to catch its beat even with her human ears) and wrapping her arms around his waist.

it's a position they've been in countless times before as she's concerned, but if the last thing he remembers is joining the planet, they've only ever kissed once. ]

I'm glad you're here.

And this keeps people from getting hurt?

[ thomas has all but grown up with magic. anyone can learn it, but it does take a good ten years and a great amount of dedication and time. it is also the equivalent of arming individuals with guns, which might not be all that unusual in the usa, but in england, it is still the exception rather than the norm. most police officers don't carry a gun; thomas doesn't either, but he is always considered armed in a way as though he did.

at least by those high enough in the chain of command to know about the folly, about magic. ]

Much obliged. [ he responds, dryly, and in complete silence gestures three times. three fireballs shoot toward the three monsters, exploding upon impact.

he did take out a tank with one of those fireballs, once, but that was a lucky shot. ]

Ah. [ that one syllable is mostly acknowledgement of the fact that taako has been talking and words came out of his mouth in a grammatically correct order that made sense.

after a moment, thomas adds: ] I'm not particularly familiar with necromancy, nor do I wish to be.

[ that's ~~black~~ ethically questionable magic, in his book. ]

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