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!

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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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

[conceptualise]

[ were he to judge the truthfulness of that, he must first know where they're going. unsmiling in return, bruce glances at the tool on his arm without recognition. based on the parts he can see, and the offer, bruce can surmise its purpose. rather than move closer to dick, he heads toward one of the buildings. ]

I can climb. [ weeks spent under the ( surprisingly strict and unsparing ) tutelage of selina kyle, he doesn't just know how to climb. but those are skills bruce opts to keep to himself. finding a hold, bruce hoists himself up. he doesn't have selina's finesse or her ease that makes her seem closer to the cat for which she is nicknamed. but he does have the experience of scrambling up and down gotham's buildings chasing after her.

it helps that what bruce lacks in adeptness he makes up for in sheer stubbornness.

and, more importantly, a roof will give him a vantage point from which to gauge this threat for himself. as he climbs, he looks behind him only once to see if his rescuer is following. ]

i

[littlestguano]

[It's the tram coming to a sudden and jolting stop that rouses Damian from where he'd been dozing on one of the benches and he sits up with a frown, rubbing the sleep from his eyes and pushing back his jacket's hood from where it had been pulled down over his forehead. That he had been able to sleep on this thing at all is a testament to the fact that perhaps he has been pushing himself too much, but that's hardly a thought he cares to linger on. Instead he's much more focused on figuring out what exactly had brought the tram to a stop.

Annoyance already building, he stands from his seat and begins to make his way up. The tram is fairly empty, but for another boy—teenager really—and Damian gives him a cursory glance out of the corner of his eyes before coming to a full stop, jaw falling open just a little.

After everything that he's been through, being tossed from one universe to another and even dealing with the mess of multiverse walls collapsing at home, Damian is honestly surprised anything can still shock him. And yet, it's without a doubt shock that crashes over him at the sight of the familiar (older) face. (He doesn't even think at the irony of being surprised that Bruce is too old and not too young.) If anyone asks later, he'll tell them he assessed the situation with a clear head and approached Bruce as carefully as possible, mindful of the fact that despite appearances, there was no way of knowing who this particular Bruce was.]

Why are you old? [Later, he will blatantly deny any claims from other parties about blurting out the first thing that came to mind. He will certainly deny any feelings of envy at Bruce's height and age that may have factored into said hypothetical exclamations.

But seriously, what the fuck multiverse?]

:<

[inebriety]

[That's the power of Captain America, Steve says it and Tony automatically believes him. He believes it even as Steve can only block two of the three and he's forced to jump away from Steve before pushing forward with a jab of his own. This lizard avoids it easily and clamps down on his taser with its jaws.

It's a bad move as Tony pushes his nanites to shove as much electricity as he can down its throat. There's no avoiding the smell of charred meat and its dying screams, but then he finds himself having a little difficulty prying his taser out of its frozen mouth. He ends up dropping it in favour of a nearby pipe, but it's slippery in his hands due to the blood from his wound.

By then the remaining two have gotten back onto their feet and have taken advantage of Tony needing to back away by getting between Steve and Tony.]

One down, two to go.

[He still believes they'll walk away without a scratch that wasn't self-inflicted.

And perhaps they will, Anthony's rushed off to pick up the pieces of the Iron Man armour Tony's left in a pile in his room.]

i

[hevenly]

[ Kimberly may be reticent, but the real redhead sitting next to her is far from it. She is inspecting an elaborate sword with gilded hilt and sharp blade. She may look like a stereotypical warrior woman in her bikini armor, but her face is focused. ]

What manner of enemy are these "putties?"

[recoined]

[ well, that's an outfit. kimberly's not scandalized — she's shown more skin than that on occasion — but she can't help but be a little taken aback. the armor barely covers anything but the most sensitive spots; she's not sure it's really fit for whatever demons are lurking in the dark. however, wardrobe critiques are exactly the kind of mean girl behavior she's trying to curb, so she bites her metaphorical lip and swallows the words before they can come out. ]

Uh. Rock, mostly. [ not too unlike the space dust that her shoes kick up when she stomps around, actually. ] Hurts like hell if you're not prepared for it.

[ if the monsters they've been sent to find are anything like the putties, kimberly really hopes she's going to be able to morph, but she doesn't want to try out here. not with people watching. she's never been shy about her body, but failure? that's another thing altogether. ]

Angela ¤ Marvel 616

[hevenly]

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 ]

iv.

[rydes]

That almost sounds like a challenge.

You game?

[livingsymbol]

I still like good black coffee. I guess you can get used to a lot with enough patience and hard work.

[Apparently he's also gotten comfortable with teasing humor.]

I'm sure there are still some ways we can surprise each other, Agent Carter. I bet you've got some good stories.

[hevenly]

[ Angela hums thoughtfully and nods in a way that hints that she's faced enemies made of rock before. Has she? Who knows. Probably. She's faced a lot of enemies.

She eyes the girl appraisingly, seeming... is that concern? Possibly. When going into battle, you want to be sure your comrades in arms are aptly prepared. This girl doesn't seem to be wearing armor or carrying any weapons. And maybe she reminds Angela of Leah, a little. Perhaps, like Leah, she is a magician. ]

Are you prepared for the fight ahead of us?

[recoined]

I guess so?

[ there's not really any way for her to know in advance. she had thought she was ready for a lot of things. like senior year. tryouts, the every day cool-girl-in-school stuff. she'd been preparing for it since middle school. and then she'd done something she'd regretted, taken on an identity she hadn't wanted, and had to deal with the consequences for months.

also, being summoned to fight an immortal lady hellbent on destroying earth for shits and giggles. she hadn't really been prepared for that, had she?

so while she's got the benefit of battle-knowledge behind her, kimberly is well aware that her greatest strength as a ranger (her team) is far away. she's alone out here, on this weird moon orbiting some weird planet somewhere in outer space, and she's got to make the best of it. ]

In theory, anyway.

[hevenly]

[ Perhaps it is the time she spent with Leah, in those years granted by the Faustian Queen. Perhaps it is the many years she spent as Leader of the Hunt in Heven. Perhaps it is Sera's influence on her. Or perhaps it is just her kindness, which brings Angela to sheathe her sword and ball her fists in a ready stance, encouraging the girl to do the same. ]

Show me. Pretend I am your foe, and show me what you are prepared to do.

iv, text » un: LOKIOFASGARD

[ikols]

Big sis!!!
Did you set up this account on your own? Well done!

[recoined]

Um. What?

[ hashtag yikes. there's no getting around this, is there? probably not, especially when there's a chick with a sword telling you to throw down on the spot. but there's also no telling if her power coin is enough here.

the sudden realization that she may be completely unable to morph sends a chill down her back. her arms wrap around her chest, hands rubbing up and down, and the dread builds in her belly. ]

I can't. I can't do it.

[ the fear becomes real as fast as it appeared, and she tries hard to stop the panic from rising in her throat. the truck has already left, headed back into the center of town to find more volunteers.

how is she going to get out of here? ]

[hevenly]

[ Fear. Angela has seen fear in the faces of young angels on the hunt for the first time. Angela has seen fear in the faces of the Badoon slaves they led to freedom. Angela has seen fear in the mirror when she thought she would never see her Sera again. But always, that fear goes away in the face of impending choice. You cannot stand in fear when the time comes to choose: do you act, or do you run? Sometimes you choose to run, and there is no shame in that. But sometimes, the choice is made for you and you have no other option but to fight against that fear.

As is the case now. The transports have already left them here. If Angela needs to make her way through the tunnels fighting off monsters while simultaneously protecting this girl, she will. But she hopes she will not have to.

She lowers her fists, and steps closer to place hands on each of the girl's upper arms. She feels muscles there. The girl is not without power. She simply lacks the confidence to use it. ]

Tell me, [ she says in a soft voice, ] are you a warrior?

[hevenly]

I was given help. I was unaware you were here, brother.

[recoined]

No. No, I'm not a warrior.

[ the words come out amidst laughter, hysterically frightened laughter that builds to a fever pitch as it tumbles out of her mouth. god, but she's scared. at least on earth, she had the zord to climb into. she had alpha five to patch them, zordon to guide them, rita to rally them towards a goal. there are monsters here, sure, and a far-off ideal for the city to work towards, but to what end?

when do the monsters stop? when does the fighting stop? and when it does, will you have enough endurance to get there?

kimberly doesn't know. ]

I'm just... God, I'm a freakin' cheerleader. And now I'm a superhero, this is so freaking twisted, and I'm in space? How did I get to space?

Why am I in space?

[ and then, all at once, it hits her. ]

I just wanna go home!

[mannerism]

Stories?

[ as innocently as she can, ]

I'm sure I don't know what you mean, I work at the phone company.

[ it's an evident lie, she doesn't even bother to hide it. ]

[ikols]

For a short time only, thus far. What's the last thing you remember from our universe?

[hevenly]

I was on my way back to Earth with the Guardians of the Galaxy, having defeated the leader of the Badoon. [ Beheaded. She means she beheaded the leader of the Badoon. ] Shortly after your candidacy for President.

[ikols]

u wot
I ran ffor presi

What did I look like?

[hevenly]

You were male.

[ Because that's what he means, right? He ran as her brother, not her sister. ]

[ikols]

[ angela why this ]

Did I look much like I do now??

[ Sending her a quick selfie of a slightly younger, not-so-rugged brother. ]

[hevenly]

Perhaps a bit older. Rougher around the edges.

[ikols]

[ whAT DOES THAT MEAN ]

I'm not from that far ahead in the time-line, then. No Presidenting about for me.
Did I win an actual election??

[hevenly]

In the end, no. The people enjoyed your lies up until it came time to select you once and for all.