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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!

information resources
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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!

navigation

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1. a call to arms

[Fighting is nothing new to Castiel although he doesn't look like the typical sort. Who goes to a battle wearing business casual and a tan trench? He's quiet and unassuming among the others, prone to look more towards the landscape than at his fellow combatants. Relating to anyone, especially humans, has never been one of his strong points.]

[When the waves of the monsters come in the tunnels, that same quiet holds. The blade in his hand is used without mercy or pleasure. Killing is something that has to be done, not something he enjoys, especially now. Demons are one thing, but these creatures don't seem to be good or evil. Why the electrical supply? Food or warmth? At least the one they called 'Ray' had a plan to avoid more of this. Putting them to sleep is a much better option. In Castiel's opinion, worse to worst, they should gas the whole thing and pull their unconscious people out afterward. Might save lives on both sides.]

[When the last of this wave falls, Castiel wipes down his angelblade and tucks the rag away. A hand lifts, glimmers of white light held in his palm with fingers curled loosely around. He has no idea who is around him, and whether or not holy light might hurt them. Best to keep it dim and quickly put out. Healing he can do also if needed.]

Everyone all right? [His voice is like him, emotionless with a rough undertone. It's not that he doesn't care. It's just how he is. Angels aren't the best with empathy.] Any of them left?

[In the weak light he's giving off, Castiel can't help but take a look around for Sam or Dean despite knowing they're not here. If there's some sort of fighting, he's gotten used to them just showing up.]

(2. into the depths)

[Doing what is needed is going to lead to a few unpleasant experience for the unwary. 'Runners' they said. Well, angels tend to not run. Or use doors. They tend to go from point a to point b at the speed of thought with the flapping of wings. For those not expecting it, the ride can be quite the thing. At least it wasn't time travel. Dean Winchester claimed that he couldn't go to the bathroom right for a week the last time Cas tossed him back in time. For those not used to it, the ride can produce some vertigo or queasiness. Then there's also the fact that Castiel is a warrior, used to taking orders. He doesn't ask or wait around once the order is given. If someone is unfortunate enough to say they need to go to tunnel ABC, Cas will very likely touch a hand to their shoulder, and there they'll be. Whether or not they were ready to go isn't asked.]

[Yeah. Have fun with that.]

[There's also the fact that Castiel simply appears without warning unless one catches the flutter of wings a split-second before he appears. Ever see the old Tom and Jerry cartoons where the cat ends up hanging over the ceiling by their claws when surprised? He gets that reaction once in awhile. Or attacked. He's used to either reaction. Good luck.]

4. friendr/network

(username: castiel)

There is an error in the friendr picture they told me to do a tap on. It won't accept my age.

[This is why the Winchesters just stare at him sometimes.]

I don't understand the 'seeking' part either. Is this in general or people we are looking for? Some could be seeking a whisky and a triple bacon cheeseburger while others might enlightenment. This program could be useful for hunters. Was this made to discover our weaknesses?

[Tech-stupid meeting an app is never a good thing.]

i. — a call to arms

[ from one fight to the next. combat is something that nyx isn't a stranger to, so when the call for all able-bodied folk is placed, he's pretty much right there in a heartbeat. the call of the fight isn't what summons nyx, but the fact that they need help. what's done is done back home, isn't it? he's done. if he's going to be stuck here, but alive, then he's going to let them put him to good use.

particularly after they pieced him back together so well.

of course, there are adjustments that have to be made. nyx is so used to the king's magic, the gift of the ring temporarily loaned to him. now he really is on his own, half forgetting when he throws his knife that he must be sure to pick it up instead of warping straight alongside it (it happens a few times, but he recovers with a shocking grace--it's almost like he meant to do it, hahahahahaha...)

one thing's for sure: this guy is really good with a knife. one in his hand is a mean, curving thing, slicing through the air effortlessly while the other is a standard knife that the perimeter guard have loaned to him. it looks oddly out of place next to the other, but clearly nyx is managing. maybe you're fighting right beside him and racking up a hella sweet body count--he'll have your back.

later on, he's off to the side as the fighting has begun to significantly die down, tying off a new wound to staunch the bleeding until they can return to the city proper. give him a hand? ]

iv. — network

USERNAME: ULRIC

Hey. I'm Nyx. Couple quick questions:

What were you all doing before you were brought here? And the whole tunnel monsters thing. That doesn't happen often, does it? Just curious.

v. — don't look up

[ except do, because there's a guy just kind of kicking it on a rooftop surveying the city from above. it's nothing like insomnia (nothing ever will be, really) but nyx has found a weird peace here, just looking. he takes in the view for a good while before deciding that sitting around isn't for him and using the rooftops to get a good layout of the city. yes. that's right.

he's gonna do a little casual rooftop running to get a good layout of the city. he's a flash of black as he moves, observing various streets, choke points in alleys, major buildings, the long, tattered sashes rippling from behind him in purple streaks.

he'll figure out the city down below on foot later okay? tell him to get down? good luck. join him? much better. your choice! ]

Edited 2017-03-25 05:38 (UTC)

ii. into the depths

[The entire time that Mary walks around with her first aid kit, she can't help but think of how much better suited to this her sister Sybil would have been.

With monsters attacking the city, Mary found herself a bit at a loss as to how to react. Of course, her instinct was to buckle down and hide, which she did for most of the actual attack. Now that it's over, she is trying to find a way to make herself useful. While she's clever, she's not exactly a scientific genius. Thus she has settled on nursing, something that she does not know a lot about. Sybil had served as a nurse during the war and Mary wishes that she had paid more attention.

She moves around in the tunnel with her box containing the typical things including bandages and a cleaning agent. Anyone who is severely injured will have to go to someone else, but minor cuts and temporary patch jobs can be taken care of by her. Mary is trying not to look distasteful at all of the blood and dirt that greets her. She's glad her skirt doesn't reach all the way to the floor though.

Mary puts on the best smile that she can as she approaches a person who seems to be in need of some aid.]

Hello. Is there any way that I may help you?

iii. trapped in a...

[When the elevator stops between floors and the lights go out, Mary feels her heart sink. Damn. She knew that she never should have gotten into this thing with the rolling blackouts still going through the city. She moves quickly to the control panel, using the dim emergency lights in the ceiling as a guide. Mashing the buttons does nothing. Mary heaves a sigh.] Unbelievable. [She presses the emergency button and turns to her companion in the elevator. They might be in each other's company for a long time.]

We ought to have known better than to use this.

v. wildcard

[Throw something at her if you have an idea.]

Edited 2017-03-25 23:46 (UTC)

i ▬ a call to arms
( She is not present because she can fight, or even possesses the will to. By God's grace, she should be ensconced in a palace in Portugal now, mayhap. But God has not favoured her with any grace in years, and there are people here whom can benefit from defensive measures as greatly as offensive ones. Elizabeth has swallowed her dislike and fear of her own power, and breathes deeply, a dense mist coiling around her when she next exhales.

The fog crawls forward, cloaking herself as well as the person at her side from the creatures further down the tunnel. Glancing over at them with a small smile, she nods once. )

I leave the rest in your capable hands.

iii ▬ trapped in a...
( The strange metal carriage has ceased to move; its doors refuse to open, and slowly, a sense of panic rises in her chest. Small, tightly-enclosed spaces and she have never made fond bedfellows. The hair is already beginning to stand up on end at the nape of her neck, and she swallows past the knot forming in her throat. )

This is why I vastly prefer horses. ( The humour is wry, but it is also the only thing distracting her from giving into panic--and displaying weakness. )

iv ▬ friendr?

FRIENDR

Elizabeth of York

AGE: 19
INTERESTED IN: Any.
SEEKING: Friendship, thank-you.
ABOUT ME: I was born a Princess of England, in the most splendid court in all Christendom. My family has a tendency to devour itself like a starving animal. Would that I could have naught to do with any of that nonsense any further. Apparently if you believe legend and gossip, we are related distantly to a river goddess or fairy twice over.

I have been well-educated in linguistics, history and arithmetic. Hunting, dancing and music are all pursuits I vastly enjoy, though none so much as reading.

Hounds are always more engaging than cats; apparently that is a great to-do? Well, such is my stance on the matter.

I enjoy lively conversation. Please, I welcome either lively debate and mindless chatter both.

I

Ducking under a slash and finally getting a chance to fire, he took one more step to the left to ensure he wasn't going to accidentally shoot anyone else, and took the opportunity. And maybe it was a little petty to grimace at the splash of water that the collapsing monster left behind and spattered him up to his knees - it looked okay, and it was supposedly their water supply, but... underground tunnels read more like sewers to him.

Shaking away that thought he looked around, but the ambush seemed to be dealt with, so instead he turned to whoever he'd ended up next to when they'd gotten jumped and the small group had spread out. If they were down here, they'd know what they were doing, but injuries could happen... and while he certainly didn't know more than basic first aid or had access to any materia (that he hadn't ever gotten to use yet, anyway), didn't mean he couldn't do something if it was needed.

"You okay?"

III

[It's probably pretty typical that right when he's about to go through the doors, someone pretty close behind him, there's a soft, humming click, the lights die, and... the doors don't open. Cloud reacts just a little too late to avoid walking into them, flushing in embarrassment and swallowing a grunt.

Twisting away to attempt to make sure whoever it is behind him doesn't have to walk into him, he shakes his head and gives the unresponsive doors a narrow look. Of course they don't deign to open..]

v
[Or hit me with whatever! I'll match format.]

i.

[Illya should probably be more worried about how easily he’s slipped into the role of this area’s defender. ‘Should’ being the keyword here, because Illya has never been one for analyzing his own feelings deeply and if shooting monsters (!) makes him feel better after being basically kidnapped to another reality (!!) well, who can blame him? There’s been a lot going on in Illya’s life since he ended up in this place and he’s going to take any opportunity to take a deep breath and relax.

And nothing says ‘relaxing’ like getting to take his Makarov pistol for a ride.]

Move. [Is all the warning he gives before shooting right over someone’s shoulder to hit a nearby monster. He’s a good shooter, the bullet hits the target perfectly but it’s still probably kind of unnerving to have someone shoot to close to you.]

iii.

[Whoever shares the housing with Illya will wake up to a very angry looking Russian spy holding what looks to be a drink even if it's early in the morning. He glares at whoever comes up, as if whatever is currently happening was completely their fault. Even if they just woke up.]

We are not allowed to leave the house.

vi.

FRIENDR

Illya Kuryakin

AGE: 30
INTERESTED IN: What
SEEKING: Allies
ABOUT ME: What is the purpose of this exactly? If it’s losing your time it is a success.

prompt iii:

[in some ways, the technology in riverview wasn't that different from the technology poe was used to at home. a little more primitive in most cases, sure, but it did the job. … well, most days it did the job. it was certainly not doing the job today, as the elevator jerked to a sudden stop between floors.]

Woah, seriously? [his brow furrows, but he stays calm as he jabs at the floor buttons with his finger. still nothing.] There's gotta be a way we can fix this.

prompt iv:

FRIENDR

Poe Dameron

AGE: 32
INTERESTED IN: Any
SEEKING: I'm open to anything.
ABOUT ME: Back home, I was the best pilot around. I could fly anything. If I'm going to be here for awhile, it couldn't hurt to make friends, right?

I. A Call to Arms

[ Laurent had never been one to shy away from hard work. For all that he was a prince; soon to be a king, his wasn't a life that had been pampered. Not for a very long time, at least. No matter how his uncle might have tried to portray him otherwise.

These were not his people, and yet- when asked, Laurent could not find it within himself to say no. No matter that he was missing his fiance, that with every day that passed, Laurent's hope that he was there too waned. He might have known that Damianos of Akielos would remain behind, though. He shouldn't have expected anything else. Damen had never felt displaced from his home; had never known a longing for a sense of belonging as Laurent had.

As always, Laurent applied himself to what could be done. If community service was his way of making it back home, then so be it. Laurent would work himself to the bone, if that was what it took. He had put himself through far worse than this. Compared to the carefully manoeuvred game of chess that he had battled with his uncle for years in an effort to assert himself as Vere's rightful ruler, clearing out a few hundred (or thousand) monsters was a cakewalk, by comparison.

It wasn't that he preferred to work alone, not anymore- it was that those whom he preferred to trust to watch his back were far, far from this place, and Laurent erred on the side of caution when it came to guessing at who to trust. His first day in the tunnels he had spent in the company of an unarmed scout, his protector and his student, both. The second, he had gone out alone. The third had bled into the fourth, mind numbing hours of swinging a sword and hacking away bloodied scaled limbs and avoiding gnashing teeth blurring dangerously together. The fifth, and his exhaustion was finally beginning to show. Even in the dark of the tunnels. He was trying to sleep when he took moments of rest, he was. But it wasn't easy, now that he had become so accustomed to a secondary presence when he did so. And the ache of absence of not having him there wore more heavily than the fatigue.

Some of the Perimeter guard had noticed, and so had hesitantly assigned him a partner. Or he wouldn't be allowed to descend again. ]

If I cannot trust you to watch my back, then I will not hesitate to leave you to the lizards. [ Was Laurent's frosty greeting to whatever sap who had been partnered with him, before he drew his shining sword, and lead the way down. ]

III. Trapped in a...

[ "Elevator." What an interesting invention. He'd used it on more than one occasion already, but the novelty of the concept had yet to wear off. Stairs were still his preferred choice, but there was something nice about having a lift to do all of the work of bringing you up after a long, and exhausting day of work.

The cool, stiff backed blond utterly ignores your presence when you join him in the elevator. Stinking of the filth of the sewers and splashed in the blood of downed foes, Laurent wanted little else than to reach his room, shower, and sleep, before he started the day's tasks of clearing out the underground all over again. His boots were caked in mud, although somehow he had managed not to track overmuch of it into the building itself. He wasn't a neanderthal; he knew to wipe his feet before entering a building, at least. His clothes looked positively restrictive; laced from ankle to throat in commanding ties that looked as though they would take hours to loose, his corseted top aiding to add a sense of rigidity to him, not that he needed it for how aloof and frigid he appeared to be. The air in the elevator seemed positively icy just by his presence alone. There was a sword sheathed at his hip, and despite the filth upon his clothes, somehow his strands of blond hair had managed to escape unscathed. Almost unnaturally smooth and carefully arranged, only a hint volume curling the ends to speak of the humid moisture from his time underground.

When the lights flickered, and the elevator ground to a halt, Laurent let out a breath of frustration, his elegantly pointed chin lifting towards the ceiling, glaring accusingly at the now absent lighting, emergency power flicking on and bathing them in a cool, blue light. ]

You can't be serious. [ And his tone was just as uninviting as his posture, not really an invitation for his companion to speak, but an observation of inconvenience. This intimidating man was clearly not really in the mood for this. But then, it wasn't really as though he had any other choice, either. ]

V. Wildcard

[ ooc; Want something else? Go wild! If you have an idea just go for it, or hit me up on Plurk at oresteia or via PM and we can plot something out! ]

Edited 2017-03-27 10:35 (UTC)

( Of the many interesting things he's faced thus far in his life, and more immediately in his life for bizarre and dangerously interesting, running supplies thorugh underground tunnels still populated by territorial animals more than capable of killing a person without pause ranks up there as interesting. Victor pauses to adjust the headlamp he's been lent for the duration, checking the time on his device and adjusting the straps of his likewise borrowed pack. Sound echoes down here deceptively, as he's learned; but in passing the last branching tunnel there'd been a scrabbling and sudden quiet that had the small hairs at the back of his neck standing on end. He reaches up and flicks off his headlamp even though there's sporadic light in this part of the tunnel system, spanning between two groups of individuals working on restoration. Victor lacks the skills to do more than be the runners; he admires those who have the skillsets better able to help in a time of crisis, when this is largely a volunteer aided and driven affair. Nonetheless, in his running, he's careful, and scrabbling noises and stalking silences are a warning sign.

He moves forward quiet and light on his feet, a dancer closing distance between where he stands in this tunnel to the branch he can see further down the way. The gentle, rhythmic thud of unhurried footsteps catches his attention. Someone else is coming. Someone perhaps better equipped to handle the scrabbling, or perhaps just as ill equipped as he is.

Victor steps into the branching tunnel, hands held up at shoulder level, palms forward, fingers spread wide. )

Ah, hello. You wouldn't happen to be down here for the animal wrangling?

( He asks with his eyes serious and his lips ghosting into a hint of a smile; more to set himself at ease and make this less of a hurried question than it is at heart. One way or another, it's a situation to handle. He's got plans for handling it.

(Spoilers: his plans involve running away.) )

iii

He doesn't fault the elevator when it jerks and whines before going completely dark. The air stops circulating; there wasn't any music playing in the first place, but he can imagine how it would have gone silent too. Avoiding going down countless flights of stairs had seemed expedient, particularly when the building had been vouched for with a back-up generator to operate the elevators should power cut out again (this wasn't a scheduled time, he'd checked that too).

So much for that. Victor blinks in the dark and pulls out his phone, clicking the screen on in order to provide a source of life. There's only one other person in the elvator with him at the moment, though they'd been coming to a stop near another floor before everything went dark.

He sighs a touch dramatically, leaning back against one of the elevator walls with a quiet huff of annoyed amusement. "Hopefully the power will come back soon. This is almost a perfect set-up for telling ghost stories... or mimicking some of those drop-thrill amusement rides."

He chuckles, shaking his head. Not exactly restive thoughts while trapped in a pitch-dark elevator with no circulating air, but still amusing. This isn't Elevator or Devil afterall.

( hit me up with a wildcard or hit me up with a blank comment and I'll whip a comment up for us! please respond in whatever format works best for you. )

i. a call to arms

[ Fighting, previous to her exit from the domed city of Romdeau, had never really been what she was after. A rifle was about all she was good at when it came down to it - a dead eye thanks to her genetics hd helped to keep her live more times than she'd like to count against odds that might've been insurmountable without it. After all - had she been a little faster, she might've actually gotten a shot in at Monad if she'd had the chance. Not that it would've done a damn thing against a proxy without an FP Shell, but.. then wasn't the time to be particularly picky.

Not when the proxy could've smashed her human skull in without too much effort. It's that she reminds herself of as she carefully treks through the tunnels - a flashlight mounted on her rifle as well as one in her non-dominant hand to check all nooks and crannies. Lizards were particularly sneaky - if there was a chance to wait and spring, it would happen, and she was determined not to give that a chance if it was at all possible.

She does, however, spot someone ahead having a spot of trouble with this wrangling mission - in the form of one lizard scurrying up behind whilst they were attempting to dispatch with another. She lines up the shot and takes it with the deafening thud of a shotgun blast that takes down the incoming lizard, and then, cooly : ]

You'd do well to watch your back a little better.

iii. trapped in a .. tram car

[ A part of her could never be sure what made this entire ordeal make her skin crawl. Everyone else around seemed relatively calm, small conversations were beginning to break out amongst random people in the car but - Re-L was feeling hideously trapped for whatever reason. It begins with an antsy press of her pale lips together, then tapping her long, pale fingers on the handle bar above her in a nervous pattern. It only takes two or three minutes before that thing patience frays and snaps, the sound of determined heels clacking along the walk way before reaching the door, grabbing the handle and -

Well, giving it a hell of a shake for such a small young woman. ]

Come on, there has to be a way to open this piece of junk -

[ Sorry fellow passengers, she needs out. ]

iv. why would you knock on the door of a guy named boofucko?

What the hell is this 'dating' app? Is this really how people choose a partner around here? How... odd. What happened to cafes or restaurants or something?

I feel like I would be opening myself to being murdered or meeting some absolute creep this way

v. wildcard

DRAG RE-L IN TO ANYTHING.

Sidenote: if any Eluvio peps would like to CRAU with her, feel free! I left things sort of non-descript so that prompts could work either way. :)

ii: into the depths

[The past few days have been a blur to him, being pulled from one new universe to yet another. It's just his luck that he'd arrived right in the middle of a crisis of sorts, too. Yuuri supposes he can't complain too much about something that's keeping him too busy to lose himself in anxious thoughts, though.

After picking up some first aid supplies, Yuuri heads down to the tunnels before he can talk himself out of it. He's just passed a group of engineers assessing the damage, when some suspicious noise further down the tunnel makes him pause and then look back at the others heading the same direction.]

Um. Most of the monsters have been cleared out already, right? [His voice wobbles a little with nerves, but he presses on, clutching the bag to his chest.] I brought first aid supplies, but I don't think I can fight one of those things off.

iii: trapped in a...

[Frankly, Yuuri's had enough of blackouts to last for a good while. Even after he's been warned of the blackouts, he still isn't expecting it when one suddenly hits as he's heading back to his floor. He gasps in alarm as the elevator suddenly jolts to a stop and the lights above them flicker and the go out. Only when it's been quiet for a second or two does he finally straighten up again.]

Are you okay? [There had been someone else in the elevator with him, though Yuuri hadn't done more than given them a hesitant smile when they walked in. He fumbles in his pocket and brings out his phone for some much-needed light.] It looks like we're stuck here for now. How long do these blackouts usually last?

iv: network

user: katsuki

Just wondering, how often does the city have to deal with monsters like this? I've taken self defense lessons before, but I'm pretty sure I wouldn't stand a chance against one of those lizards if I ran into one.

v: wildcard

Or hit me up with something else!

ii. into the depths

[Cassian doesn't consider himself any kind of technical genius, after all, that's part of why he took Kay with him whenever he went out. But he'd helped out with clearing out the lizard creatures from the underground, and when they're calling for people to help out with making the tech work, Kay isn't here, and he figures it's worth a shot. He might not be able to do much, but he can take a look at it.

Blaster holstered, he crouches a bit and heads into the tunnels, taking a look at the various panels and exposed, broken circuitry. None of it is familiar at first, but eventually he comes across something he knows something about. Crouching a little, he squints at it, turns a bit to catch the eye of whoever happens to be around.]

Do you have a light?

iv. @fulcrum

Where do you come from?

v. street market intrigue

[There's something reassuringly familiar about some of the back streets in this place. Eclectic and noisy, the sides of the street lined with booths and tents with goods piled up on tables, aliens shouting advertisements in a plethora of languages. It's comfortable, and even if Cassian isn't particularly in the market for anything, he tends to spend a lot of time in any one of the permanent street markets.

It's raining, today, but with weak, watery sunlight streaking through the drops, and he pauses just under the edge of the awning at a fruit vendor, buffing off some kind of local fruit on his sturdy, functional jacket. Dark eyes scanning around, he takes a bite, winces a little as his teeth cut the sour rind and sink into the sweet core. He's chewing when he catches eyes with a passer-by, holds that gaze for a moment. It might be better to be unobtrusive, but he can also see that the person in question is being followed - whether it's a thief, an undercover cop, or something else, he isn't sure. Best to find out.

Stepping out into the rain, he swallows and smiles faintly at the person being tailed.]

There you are. I was looking for you.

Edited 2017-03-31 04:59 (UTC)

i. a call to arms

[ Toreth can't help but feel slightly underwhelmed at his effectiveness, here. He's not at all bad with a gun, of course, but some people around here are really fucking good with their bare hands or, oh, their minds. It leaves him feeling, well -- not insecure, per se, but a little miffed. Maybe if he had powers or special abilities he'd be doing a hell of a lot more good here. Maybe then he wouldn't have to actually find cover and all of that strategic crap.

At least he can take his frustrations out on the monsters.

If someone stumbles upon him, he's probably hiding behind a rock looking peeved. Either that, or he's walking up aggressively to you if he's spotted that you're 1) available and 2) have some sort of fancy powers. ]

ii. confined spaces

[ The whole day has been a series of close calls. Lights have been flickering in a few of the places Toreth's been to, but there hasn't been any catastrophic failure as of yet -- no automatic doors suddenly slamming shut, no serious power outages.

The elevator stoppage was, therefore, probably seriously overdue.

Toreth groans when it happens, and it's out of exasperation rather than serious concern about the elevator shuddering to a sudden halt. It's late and he's been out in the field all day, and the last thing he really needs is this. He'd been rather excited to get back to his room and indulge in some drinks, actually, a bottle of which he's just bought and has stashed in the backpack over his shoulder. ]

Fucking swell, isn't it? [ The comment is aimed mostly at himself, but he turns to the other occupant of the elevator, anyway, finding them in the emergency lighting. If he's going to be stuck somewhere, he might as well attempt to entertain himself. He just hopes he's stuck with someone interesting. Even better if they're attractive. ] Hope you didn't have anywhere to be.

iii. network | un: toreth

so, how successful are people with that hookup app, anyway?

colour me curious.

iv. wildcard

[ feel free to come up with your own starter! Toreth can easily be found at bars and clubs, and is 100% amenable to company! ]

IV. NETWORK ▎ un: crow

with everything on the fritz and everyone else being so busy with the monsters, do you need help obtaining or retrieving something that's too difficult to get to yourself? for a fee, i'll be happy to lend a hand and offer my services as an expert in retrieving valuables. the more dangerous the job, the better.

prices depend on whatever it is you want to obtain and the difficulty of the job.

just let me know what you need.

⇻ ii: into the depths

[ If he never sees another monster that's hellbent on impaling him with their claws, ripping his intestines out through his stomach, or simply content to chew on his bones after messily ending his life it would be all too soon. Not that he's got much choice because this place that he's wound up in, where creatures from all manner of nightmares lurk and lash out -- it seems to be a trend around this place. ]

[ Isn't that just peachy. ]

[There's no way he's mentally prepared to jump back into the fray so he doesn't volunteer outright to head off, guns a-balzing, to fight alongside the more apt and brave but he does list his availability for escort duty on the network, just in case. Because why not? ]

[ Clearly he needs to find the local psychologist in this joint and get his head checked. Or maybe a biologist. Mycologist? ...whatever. ]

[ Hey, maybe he'll get lucky and someone will just want an extra pair of hands for manual labor. ]

He could dream, right? ]

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⇻ iv: network

ur: winters

I'm starting to think that this is a byproduct of a mental breakdown fueled by an my obvious overactive imagination. Seems real enough, though, but I'm pretty sure that's what everyone struggling to deal with reality says. Or at least believes.

But if it is real...

[ Dear God please don't let it be real. LIE to him. ]

Anyone have a user manual for this shit? I'll even take a handy-dandy pamphlet.

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⇻ v: wildcard

[ pick a card, any card: choose your own adventure style ]

Edited 2017-04-05 17:02 (UTC)

>> iii: trapped in a...

[ Evidently it was a terrible idea to try to explore an unknown place on your own because it could lead to getting stuck in a room of a building that may or may not be deserted. One would think this would be fairly obvious but Justine clearly missed the memo because guess who went off on her own to do a little exploring and, yep, got her ass stuck in such a room in such a building.

She has to laugh to keep herself from crying over her own stupidity. And maybe hope that nothing bad came this far into the city area that wanted to eat her and that, maybe, someone would hear her occasional calls for help or knocks against the walls and door.

Maybe she should have asked for a guide on the network or, at the very least, specified where she was thinking of poking around.

Live and learn...and she hoped she lived. ]

>> iv: friendr

FRIENDR

Justine

AGE: 22
INTERESTED IN: Any
SEEKING: ~~Guides to Not Dying, Therapists,~~ Friendships
ABOUT ME: I was in college before I came here. Use to be a lot of things before coming here. Right now I'm just lost ~~and a little lonely~~.

How is this really supposed to work?

>> v: wildcard
[feel free to toss up a different starter. :)]

iii: sweet nostalgia

( Ah, the elevator. Such a place of wonder and familiarity. Apparently, they are the same from dimension to dimension. You walk in with a group of people, attempt to avoid eye contact at all costs, and get out when you get to your floor. With the Normandy crew, some very "interesting' conversations had been had whilst riding up and down various elevators throughout the galaxy. It's a shame he can't have that at this exact moment.

Before he can reflect too much, the lights flicker. His gaze shifts up, immediately thinking oh that's not good right before the elevator stop with a sudden jerk. One of his hands fly to the wall to brace himself, even as the emergency lights power up. Another power failure, it seems, with no way of knowing how long it will be before it is restored.

Garrus responds the only way that he can: by attempting to alleviate the situation with some dry humor. )

So instead of awkwardly making conversation while riding the elevator, it's going to be awkwardly making conversation while stuck in the elevator.

( There's a moment where Garrus stops to look whoever is stuck in here with him up and down, sizing them up. He shifts his weight from one foot to the other, a little fidgety. )

Unless you have a shotgun. Then I'll gladly take awkward silence.

( Whether or not Garrus' company actually has a weapon or not doesn't matter. It's more of an inside joke, really, and one that has him grinning - not that anyone can actually tell. Garrus does take a step closer to the wall, just in case someone doesn't like his particular brand of sarcasm. )

i: call to arms

( All things aside, Garrus is glad to have a momentary distraction from the questions rattling around in his brain. It's much easier to point and shoot. As it happens, just like on Omega, there is no shortage of targets here either. While Vakarian isn't exactly thrilled to be underground, the familiarity of aiming through his scope and the feel of his finger on the trigger does much to quell any discomfort.

Unfortunately, his visor doesn't give him any biological data at the moment. He hadn't really expected it to nor does he need it as another bullet lodges itself into the skull of another monster - right between the eyes. What he does see is some poor fool who doesn't seem to be watching their six. Garrus lines up the shot and -

BANG! )

iv: network | un: vakarian

Anyone keep track of how many of those things they took out in the tunnels? I can't be the only one.

Let's compare numbers just for fun.

v: wildcard

( Hit me up with anything if none of the above work. I will match format! )

i. lifestyles of the rich and the famous

[ bruce wayne has never had the need to use public transportation.

he certainly lacks any desire after this.

the seats on the tram are worn. the windows could use a good washing. a smell not unlike smoke lingers. and when it shudders to a slow and then a stop in the middle of the street, bruce almost expects to try the doors and find them — yes, they are locked. ]

Efficient.

ii. hit me with your best shot

[ feel free to wildcard anything or pm me for a starter! except friendr. he will never install friendr. because he refuses to have friends. ]

i. a call to arms

[ let's get one thing perfectly clear before we begin: kimberly hart is not happy. it's one thing to find yourself suddenly capable of leaping tall buildings in a single bound or punching the literal lights out of your neighborhood junction box, but another thing entirely to find yourself teleported to no man's land with no opportunity to go home again.

or, rather, no opportunity that she can figure out on her own. she's sure that if billy were here, he might have the book smarts to devise a rocket ship from the rubble, but science has never been kimberly's niche. not that what counted as a welcoming committee was really paying attention to any of that when she tried to explain just how silly it was to trap a former cheerleader in space for five plus years.

so here she was... climbing into a truck and holding tight to her power coin in her pocket. would her armor work here? would she be able to morph, all alone in space without jason or trini or even zack's sarcasm and billy's quiet sincerity? she'd have to try.

she just needs to get up the courage to do it. standing on new ground, facing the seemingly endless void of the tunnels, kimberly takes a breath. now or never. ]

Oh, screw this, it can't be any worse than the putties.

iv. friendr

FRIENDR

Kimberly Hart

AGE: 18
INTERESTED IN: Any
SEEKING: Friendship
ABOUT ME: There's probably not Netflix in space, but I'm always down to chill.

i: a call to arms
[ Angela is never one to run away from a fight. This place may not be her home, but 'home' is a nebulous term for her anyway. It is where she finds herself, and it is in need of her help. Who is she to ignore the call?

And indeed, the call to violence is one of her favorite sounds.

She boards the transport, readying her sword. She may not look prepared for battle, dressed as she is in bikini armor with flowing ribbons, but do not mistake her attire for that of a mere damsel. She is more than capable of handling herself in a fight.

She is stoic as the transports begin their journey beneath the city. Please, do come bother her. ]

iv: friendr

FRIENDR

Angela

AGE: millennia
INTERESTED IN: Women
SEEKING: Comrades in arms
ABOUT ME: I do not understand the purpose of this device.

v: wildcard
[ hit me up with any other ideas! I'm on plurk at

objectpermanence ]

i)
[Genos excels at fighting monsters; he is, in fact, a professional when it comes to monster related combat. Naturally, when the question was raised, he volunteered to help in the tunnels. Unfortunately, particuarly for those fighting in any reasonable proximity to the cyborg, Genos is very enthusiastic and single-minded in combat. His fighting style is explosive, in more ways than one, and while heavy (borderline reckless) use of flamethrowers is a perfectly acceptable method of combat above ground, it is less than ideal underground.

In close quarters.

With flammable objects/people nearby.

The first monsters Genos runs across are incinerated promptly and, without delay, the cyborg continues on leaving only piles of ash and charred bone in his wake. His attacks are efficient and devastating but, as he continues to seek the creatures out and eliminate them, the general atmosphere around him and in the adjacent tunnels becomes progressively warmer. In fact, the speed with which the local area is heating up is mildly alarming.]

ii)
[Genos is not a scientist. Certainly, he is keen and clever, but he is unfamiliar with this city, the technology herein, and the state of things as they should be. He would not know where to begin repairing anything and to that end is mostly useless for reconstruction.

Fortunately, Genos is both very strong and very fast; he has absolutely no qualms about running supplies or carrying heavy loads and does so with a level of dedication that is a touch unsettling. It might be a bit jarring to receive a delivery from a six-foot-tall, severe looking, creepy cyborg, but at least he's a very polite creepy cyborg. And your delivery is on time...so there is also that.]

iv)

FRIENDR

Gᴇɴᴏs

AGE: 19
INTERESTED IN: Any
SEEKING: Other Heroes/Associates in Justice
ABOUT ME: I wish to know of other heroes in this location. My purposes are largely professional but socialization is also welcome.

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Castiel | Supernatural

nyx ulric / ffxv kingsglaive

Mary Crawley | Downton Abbey

Elizabeth of York • The White Queen/Princess

Cloud Strife | FFVII (crisis core)

Illya Kuryakin | TMFU (2015)

poe dameron | star wars

Laurent | The Captive Prince

Victor Nikiforov | Yuri!!! On Ice