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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
premise ● arrival ● setting ● ask a question ● calendar ● navigation

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.

<center><blockquote style="width: 220px; margin: 0; padding: 0px; background-image: url('http://i42.tinypic.com/2uf53s4.jpg'); font-size: 12px; font-family: verdana; border-radius: 20px; text-align: center;"><div style="padding: 10px 0 0 0; text-align: center;font-size: 25px; font-weight: 900; font-style: italic; color: #528887; text-shadow: -2px 2px 2px rgba(150, 150, 150, 1);">F<span style="font-size: 16px;">RIENDR</span></div>
<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

Threaded | Flat

iii | hellevator
C'mon, c'moooooon!

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

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

Uuuuuuugh.

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

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

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

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

v | cat on a wire

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

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

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

i — a call to arms

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

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

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

iv — no need for friends

FRIENDR

Logan

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

v — drinking to drink

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

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

( III ) GOING UP OR DOWN?

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

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

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

( IV ) NETWORK — un: muckracket

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

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

i

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

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

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

iii.

Yep. It's locked.

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

This happen often around here?

iv.

FRIENDR

Name of Character

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

a call to arms;

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

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

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

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

Much obliged, thank you.

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

trapped in a -

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

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

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

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

Sorry about that.

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

Looks like we'll be here for a while.

network;

( username: agent )

Well this has been quite the welcome.

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

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

( i ) this is a call to arms

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

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

( iv ) id: NIGHTINGALE

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

i

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

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

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

ii

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

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

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

iii

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

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

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

iv

FRIENDR

Aloy

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

I; otherwise known as everybody do the monster mash.

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

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

Howdy, stranger. You doin' all right?

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

IV; the artist formerly known as network post;

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

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

Edited 2017-03-20 20:03 (UTC)

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

i: the best sort of fun

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

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

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

v: fucking VENDING MACHINES

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

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

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

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

i

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

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

iv

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

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

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

Wildcard/Arrival

Someone doesn't want to be here. Someone named Laura. And Laura doesn't show it in small, little ways like pouting or getting a bit grumpy. No, her first action on coming through the portal is to lunge at the guards, letting out a nearly inhumane shriek in the process. Eleven year old charging grown adults may sound more sad than effective, but when twin adamantium blades pop out between her knuckles of each hand, things become rapidly less adorable.

Before protecting the city from monsters, someone could help protect the city from one of its newest defenders?

III: Trapped in a store. AKA The Lootening.

Until recently, Laura's diet had been limited even by 'grew up in one city' standards. So when the power flickers and goes in the grocery store (after confirming there was nothing about to rush in and kill her), she isn't too bothered. She walks from aisle to aisle, picking up random items to sniff, open, take a few bites of, then throw on the floor once she's sampled it. Ice cream, flour, oranges, cereal, it all gets the same treatment. And she's showing zero signs of caring about cleaning up or paying for the items once the blackout is over.

Wildcard

Write a starter and she will appear!

i — genji is with you

[ He feels that in this case his slight frustration at being entirely uprooted is warranted. It's part of why he agrees to assist in investigating and clearing out the tunnels— 'monsters,' he figures, cannot be much different from the massive Omnics he would battle during his Overwatch days and his travels.

He doesn't take any particular joy in clearing out these beasts however, but the distraction is welcome. Genji cuts through them swiftly and easily, not wanting to cause needless suffering. There is too much of that in the world (worlds?) and he has no desire to add to it.

So if one is heading underground you might find a sleek, armor plaited cyborg. Genji takes the time to pluck his flung shuriken out of the carcass of a beast and place it back in his forearm compartment, as he isn't sure he'll even be able to get more. He flicks off the lizard blood and gore from his blade and continues on his way. ]

iii — your own personal glowstick

[ Now that he is one body and soul, Genji will freely admit there are a number of perks of having a cybernetic body. The main one is that he's never without his own light source, albeit a green tinted one.

So if you find yourself stuck in a building with the new resident Green Cyborg Ninja Dude, Genji will reach behind one of his ear coverings and increase the brightness of his visor and chest light. A handy thing, that. ] Can you see? Do you require any assistance?

iv — genji hasn't used social media in like 10 years

Greetings. Things are far too hectic in this place for me to be asking any sort of questions, so I will hold back for now.

More importantly, if anyone has found themselves trapped or otherwise unsafe I am here to offer assistance. If you can message me your location I will endeavor to find you, otherwise I will be around the residential area if you need help.

My name is Genji and look for the green lights. I am not entirely hard to miss. Try to stay safe.

ii - ~~HELPING~~

[ As tempting as it is to go on a monster-killing rampage, Marcel hasn't been in the city for long and it feels way too early to tip off his hand, so he decides to help out as a runner and heavy-lifter and whatever else is needed.

If anyone's paying attention to him, he can lift way more than any normal human would without breaking a sweat and he's been making trips between stations alarmingly fast.

If you're not paying attention to him but you're tired or hurt, he'll approach to check in on you :D he's very friendly! ]

___

iv - NETWORK

Quick poll: Vampires, werewolves, witches. Good/Bad/No opinion.

Bonus points for reasoning.

i. a call to arms （ｎｉｇｈｔｍａｒｅ × ｍｏｄｅ）

[ The first thing you notice when you arrive at this particular section of the tunnels is the cold. It's really freaking cold. The second thing you notice are the bodies.

That's a lot of bodies, all reptile looking. Upon closer examination it might even be noticed that they don't seem to be physically hurt in any way, but they're all very dead nonetheless.

The third think you notice, if you dwell for long enough in that corpse-ridden section, is the young woman sitting against to a wall, eyes closed and breath uneven. She inhales quickly from the nose and exhales shakily from her mouth, counting each breathe in what barely constitutes a whisper.

She's also completely unharmed. ]

iii. trapped in a... （ｄｅｖｉｌ × ｉｎ × ａ × ｂｏｘ）

[ She's never been clauthrophobic, but the fact she's stranded god knows where and the elevator just died on her with an odd jerk that suggest the cables holding it in place aren't particularly well cared for are making Mia a bit nervous. Nervous enough to slide against a wall and cover her face with her hands as she tries to keep her breathing even and not let her less personable side sneak out from the cracks of her person, because she's not alone in the elevator and because she might accidentally send them all down to the floor, a good five levels underneath them. ]

This isn't how it goes in the movies. Someone would've already opened a panel on the ceiling and we would be climbing some stairs or- or something.

[ Talking doesn't help even, so she stops. What wouldn't she give for some familiar, solid ground and a hot cup of tea. ]

iv. network （ｔｈｅ × ｖｏｉｄ × ｓｔａｒｅｓ × ｂａｃｋ）

un: mia

Well, this is actually happening, right? Portals and monsters and magic and whatnot. Somehow this isn't how I saw my day going.

Nonetheless, I feel the obligation to offer my services. As a psychiatrist, my particular set of skills is certainly not as immediately useful as others might, but if anyone ever needs to talk, then that's basically all I'm good at. Certified even.

v. wildcard （ｔｅａｔｉｍｅ）

[ Nothing like a good cup of boiling hot, ultra dark tea to calm the nerves and render her tongue incapable of distinguishing between flavors for a solid couple of hours.

Mia can be found sitting by... literally anywhere calm enough, seriously, holding the paper cup between her hands and seeping while her eyes scan the surroundings. This is going to take time getting used to, not to mention she's still trying to get used to being herself, weird as it sounds.

If she sees someone approaching she'll shrink a bit, but maybe what she needs is a good conversation to get her mind out of the current train wreck. ]

Edited 2017-03-21 00:33 (UTC)

i.

[This isn't the sort of entrance he'd wanted to make! Though to be fair, he hadn't expected to be making any entrance at all. He'd planned on going home and crashing early, but apparently that isn't to be.

He's not going to be stuck in this costume for a while, is he? Because the smell of sweat and dirty socks starts to cling to it when it isn't washed after being worn for several hours. Whoever brought him here could have at least given him a spare set of clothes.

The most important matter on the agenda right now, however, is dealing with whatever these monsters are. He'd been dropped into the middle of this ordeal in full costume so he might as well do the hero thing. Even though he's supposed to try not to do the hero thing. Weren't there enough of those around that he shouldn't be finding himself in these situations?]

Bola discs coming in low!

[A pair of gold discs with what seems to be a rope of some sort between them go flying out toward one of the reptiles, binding its front legs.]

This is one step away from alligators in the sewers. You know that, right?

iv.

[This is goofy and too close to a dating site for his liking, but Johnny can't help but fill it out. Might as well connect with the others that have been brought in, right? Who knows? Some of his friends might have found there way here and he just doesn't know it yet.]

FRIENDR

Johnny Gallo

AGE: 20
INTERESTED IN: Any
SEEKING: Friends!
ABOUT ME: I'm just your friendly neighborhood mutant (registered!) looking for some fun people to hang out with. I was living in Los Angeles before being brought here and am on the look out for familiar faces.

v.

How do you even know what's in style in a place like this? Does it matter? I figure I should just go with what I'm comfortable with. Hey, how do you think I look in flannel?

[Johnny is basically talking to himself as he goes through the racks in this clothing store, holding shirts up to his chest and them returning them to their place before moving to the next one. With his last question, he turns to the nearest individual.

You've just been asked for fashion advice, whether you want to give it or not.]

[i. Call to Arms]
[Damen probably shouldn't be out yet. The physicians had told him that he should take it easy for at least a week after they had treated his stab wound in the hospital. Bed-rest seems like a much more daunting thought without Laurent beside him to make it better, though. He would rather be out doing something, and apparently this city - this strange, bizarre place - has an infestation of monsters.

(Monsters. Like in a children's story. He can hardly believe any of this.)

The hospital, upon his release, had found him some new clothes to wear - sweats and a grey shirt that fits a little too tightly on his big frame, and the Perimeter Guard had found him an old sword, and so he had been dispatched reluctantly with another to handle a very small nest of the creatures in a particular dead end tunnel off-shoot. It's better than lying around worrying uselessly about Laurent, for the moment.]

This is almost it. Stay quiet.

[iii. Trapped In A...]
[Damen had regarded the elevator with distaste and uncertainty the first time. A mechanical box meant to lift people to higher floors? What on earth was wrong with stairs? But he had stepped into it anyway, deciding he might as well see how this thing works. For the moment, at least, he can't return home - he should try to fit in, make himself inconspicuous.

It's hard. At 6'6" and broad shouldered, he takes up a lot of room in this small box. Giant animal, he can almost hear Laurent's sniggering.

After a moment in the elevator, the lights suddenly flicker out, and the metal box creaks to a halt with the doors shut on him and the other person in the elevator with him. Damen frowns.] This isn't supposed to happen, is it?

[iv. Network, Video, un: damen]
[When the video feed clicks on, it is first very, very closely focused on one brown eye, close enough to show the gold flecks around the pupil. Eventually, it pulls out on a tired-looking, olive-skinned young man lying in a hospital bed, wearing a paper gown that is almost a bit too small for his very tall, broad frame - a brand new arrival, who has recently had an injury tended. He's had the little introductory lesson to the network and devices, but the angle on the video is odd, as if he's not entirely sure how to hold it or where to look into.]

Is this all difficult to process for anyone else? Portals, lights that burn without fire, and- Well, I'm speaking into a small box hoping people can see me on their own small boxes. It's so strange, isn't it? [Please tell him he isn't the only one who can't handle this load of information all at once.]

ii

[While people were rushing around, Tony stood out by doing nothing but stand there and watch everyone. It didn't seem like he had any intention of doing anything and would probably continue to do nothing if someone running past didn't mistake him for looking for something to do and dump a pile of supplies into his arms before running off.

He watches them go with bemusement and then seems to glance off to the side and shrug at something only he can see before he drops his newly acquired items on the ground.]

You can have them if you want.

[Or it can stay there for all he cares.]

iii

[In an enclosed space the stench of alcohol is hard to avoid, but despite the smell Tony is remarkably steady on his feet. There's no swaying and he doesn't even stumble when the elevator shudders to a halt.]

What do you think the problem is?

[It's not addressed to the other occupant, but he's also not talking to himself. Prying open the panel covering the wires doesn't take much, but he also chooses not to do anything further than that. He'd rather wait for help than get his hands dirty.]

iv

FRIENDR

Tony Stark

AGE: Legal
INTERESTED IN: Any
SEEKING: A fun time
ABOUT ME: I've never had to introduce myself before. What do people normally say?

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.

(ii)

[While this might not be the sort of thing he's used to - it's been a hell of a long time since Howard Stark had to actually step out of a nice, cushy lab environment - he's apparently been shanghaied for this mission. And as advanced as the electronics here might be, there's only so many things you can do with a power grid, and it's not completely unlike what he's used to.

And if there's one thing you can say about Howard, it's that he's a damned fast learner. So here he is, crawling (not literally crawling - most of the time, anyway) through a bunch of tunnels with a big, fancy gun strapped to his back in case he's lucky enough to bump into some of these so-called monsters, carrying a borrowed toolkit.

When he gets to one of the power boxes, he pops it open and leans in to start studying - passes his unlucky partner in crime a flashlight.]

Make yourself useful and hold that, will ya?

(iii)
Oh, come on, you gotta be kiddin' me.

[Howard just glowers at the elevator. He's more used to the kind with an operator, but he hits the buttons anyway, just to see if it does anything. When it doesn't, he pops open the panel and starts tugging at wires here and there.]

Who the hell designed these things? Were they drunk?

I. A CALL TO ARMS

[ Different seems to be the theme among the people in this Riverview place and Líadan is no exception to that. Seated at the back of the truck with her legs crossed under her, she looks about as proper a fit as any among her present company what with her cloth robes and cloak accented with a leather belt, bracers, boots, and satchel. Browns and greens are her colors with the occasional black and bits of yellow thrown into the mix. The bow and quiver of arrows at her back and the dagger sheathed at her side speak well enough as to what period might be modern to her. More telling is the light in her eyes. In a sea of all too serious and disgruntled expressions, hers speaks openly of an excitement that's made that much more apparent when the truck finally stops. She's the first off, light of step and quieter still, and close enough to the first to enter.

Once underground, she slows enough to be said to linger for a moment, but not out of any sort of fear. Rather, she takes a moment to test the acoustics of the place with a couple of well placed vocals, sounding out the tunnel and listening carefully for any changes down the way. It's not long after that that she's running ahead, there and gone and there again in appearance for well sung and subsequently well spun illusion. Her dagger finds its mark in the skull of the first monstrosity and she's moving quickly along to the sound of her very own figurative drum. Just mind you don't get a foot caught in one of the ice 'snakes' that may run along the floor. They don't discriminate in entrapment.

If you happen to come upon her after the area has been cleared, Lí is the one lingering behind, taking various items off the corpses of the slain reptilian 'monsters' with the help of her trusty dagger where appropriate. Fangs, claws, scales, poison sacs, eggs where she finds them -- it's all given the same treatment. She brings the items close to her mouth, hums a soft little tune, and they're encased in a thick layer of ice, after which she's quick to deposit them in the satchel at her waist without much ceremony at all for safe keeping. ]

II. INTO THE DEPTHS

[ It's primarily curiosity that sees Líadan volunteer to stick it out and help in the tunnels. That, and the knowledge that she can't very well get back to the Isle in any sort of remotely timely fashion if her hosts are preoccupied fixing problems of this apparent magnitude, not that she's in any real hurry to leave. This Riverview place is proving to be something exciting and mostly enjoyable with no shortage of fun things for her to do, experience, and explore and she likes that. It's partially why she's taken to running supplies in the tunnels. She isn't familiar with the workings of the faulty devices, arcane or mundane, but she's as curious about them as she is about the people trying to fix them, not to mention the tunnels themselves. Running presents her with an opportunity to gain some insight into all three and she's nothing if not fast. She may be working up an appetite, but she's got a ways to go before she starts to really feel the wear and tear, which makes her well suited to the job.

Lí can be found running the tunnels between drop points when she's not at one and she tends to linger at her stops for a moment or two. Shy about approaching people? Not at all, but she does do something a mite odd on her own time. She tends to turn her ears to the devices they're working on and furrow her brow just slightly as if she's listening very intently only to seemingly snap out of it after a moment and go about her business. That business might involve singing a spell of healing should someone be injured.

Care to slow the lady down a little? ]

IV. FRIENDR

FRIENDR

Líadan Ní Donnabháin

AGE: 24
INTERESTED IN: Any
SEEKING: New friends, old Friends, kinsmen, Jörð's people
ABOUT ME: What's the fun in it if I tell you everything to start?

Edited 2017-03-22 07:17 (UTC)

i - this life's never uneventful

[ in the tunnels the beasts just don't seem to stop. which is fine with jesse mccree, who enjoys when opportunities to dispense justice come hand-in-hand with an easy workout.

in a bottlenecked area behind reasonable cover jesse's picking off monsters with ready ease, bullet holes landing in vital areas with immediacy and mathematical precision. he's conversational with company and grateful to anyone who brings him more ammunition.

also someone should possibly let him know the area isn't well-ventilated??? the cigar smoke threading its way down the tunnels is starting to seem like a permanent fixture, and down in the deep dark it's not so great for visibility either. ]

iii - ... except when it is

[ outside it's coming down something fierce, thunder shaking the city and rain coming down in sheets. jesse's heading home to wait it out, maybe take a load off. he normally takes the stairs everywhere, but he's feeling a touch ornier than usual from having been caught in the rain. he steps inside, tapping the button and pulling his wet hat off. he tips it politely to his present companyand runs a hand through his hair as the elevator starts moving.

naturally they've barely been in there ten seconds when the power goes out and the elevator grinds to a halt. jesse glances up as the dim backup lights flicker on—and then right back off.

he whistles, long and slow. ]

Ain't that just the way.

v - good samaritans

( username: j.mccree )

don't know bout you, but i've seen more lizards in the past ten hours than i did living in the desert half my life.

it's still pretty rough out there on the streets, so if anyone's needin an escort to and from anywhere, best speak up. name's jesse mccree. i've got good aim and free time.

... a lot of free time, from what i hear, so it's probably not a bad idea to start gettin to know some folks too.

[post-apocalyptic sci-fi/fantasy adventure sidekick character | age: 23 | click here for info on Bryn's world]

i. a call to arms

[There is literally no way on this planet or any other planet orbiting any star in any universe that Bryn is going to go down those holes with complete strangers as his only backup. Maybe, back home, in his own jungles, in his own caves, with Lark and his sword at his back, but not here.

But he's also not gonna sit back and let a bunch of monsters take out a city that feels so much like a shinier version of home. It's something to do, anyway. So he climbs a tree by the exit of one of the tunnels, gets himself settled in sturdy and secure, and draws his bow, calling out to the people going in.]

Hey, you chase 'em out, I'll pick 'em off. Cool?

[His grin is wide and his eyes are bright - someone's obviously excited about the prospect.]

iii. trapped in a...

[This tech is way beyond what Bryn's used to where he comes from, where the most you might get is a train or something, old-school, steam-powered, unless it's an artifact. The elevators are something else, all glass and tech and Bryn takes literally every single chance he can to ride them. Right at the top, he feels like he's astride the entire world, and it's so cool to look down and see all the treetops and walls and the big-ass abandoned chunk of city out beyond the close walls.

Of course, being on the elevator so often means he inevitably gets stuck. Right at the top. And he should probably be all upset, but instead, he's pressing his face against the glass wall, peering out at the city.]

Damn, so neat.

iv. text

@b.fletcher

how long's everyone been here now?

v. wildcard

[Bryn will be out and about around the city, mostly shopping in street markets, looking for bright pretty scarves, archery and fletching supplies, survival supplies, and jewelry. The weirder the better. He'll also be stuffing all kinds of different food in his face, bar hopping in search of excellent booze, settled in out of the way (usually high up) places and drawing in a battered notebook, and anywhere adult checking out toys.]

Edited 2017-03-22 21:50 (UTC)

i.

Is this it?

[Callisto reaches one hand out in front of her and casually sends a ball of flame into a crowd of rampaging lizards. Collateral damage, including the lives of any other fighters who might be nearby, is of absolutely no importance to her. Frankly, this task is just a way to spend her time until she has a better idea of what's going on. There's no better way then to be right in the middle of things.]

Is this what I got dragged back for? Lizard monsters?

[She flicks her hand to the left and sends out another burst of flame.]

Please tell me this is a joke. I won't laugh, but at least you won't be wasting my time anymore.

iii.

[If you're unfortunate enough to be in the tram car with Callisto when it comes to a stop, then you'll be treated to a short little cackle as she sits up and looks toward the front of the vehicle.]

Oh this is just perfect. [Whatever amusement had been in her voice quickly leaves it.] None of their fancy machines even work properly. Well! Everybody out!

[She raises both hands in a quick gesture, and then stands still as though waiting for some effect to follow. Nothing happens. Her arms are lowered quickly to her sides and she scowls at the surrounding area, muttering.]

Of course. I haven't been to this part of town.

[Teleportation is far less useful when your fancy god powers are limited.]

v.

[Callisto goes through the gate and out past the perimeter fence without so much as a greeting to anyone who might be on watch. There are no monsters out there that could scare her. And really, she would welcome anything that might finish her off.

She has some exploring to do.]

((ooc: Callisto has obtained godhood at this point in Xena's timeline, so I'm preemptively nerfing her. Being able to travel easily through space and time is overpowered on its own.))

Edited 2017-03-23 03:20 (UTC)

[The Nogitsune's arrival had been quiet and done as quickly as it had been allowed to make it. 'Stiles Stilinski' had been entered onto the rolls and network without any comment. When coming up with the honor system, they may not have counted on a dark chaotic fox spirit intent on escaping notice. Wouldn't be as much fun if anyone knew the truth.]

[ii. into the ~~briny~~ depths]

[It isn't that the Nogitsune intends to help out or be a problem. Curiosity is what is driving the spirit today as it wanders along the passages to the city's infrastructure. It has to live here after all too. Destroying its own home wouldn't do much good. The fact that anger, pain and frustration drift along in the air is only a bonus to the creature. Drawing in a breath, it smiles as it slithers its way past a broken down bit of debris.]

[The Nogitsune isn't scary in the least at roughly one hundred and fifty pounds and standing 5'10. It told them it was eighteen when it arrived in Riverview, but that would be a skinny eighteen if it was that age. There's nothing handsome or attractive about it, plain more than anything. Only its too pale skin and darkly shadowed eyes might cause concern, looking as if the creature was ill or just getting over a bad sickness. While it was 'Stiles' as it claimed, the Nogitsune wore a copy of his body as others might clothing, spoke in his voice.]

[Humming to itself, the Nogitsune pushes aside some broken door to study the beams and wires above. Hm.]

Anyone down here? [Curious, yes, but not concerned. It could put up a good and friendly front though. Where else to meet people but in a creepy brokendown place.] They said someone might need help.

[Network] - username: s.tilinski.

[The next time it had to take a host, it was going to take over someone who's name wasn't the most next to impossible to spell thing ever. Figuring out the network even with the simple instructions had taken a bit for something as technology stupid as the Nogitsune. Hey, at a thousand years old, it had an excuse. Humans at the mere age of fifty had problems figuring out their smart phones.]

[While it had no real desire to deal with humans or others more than it had to, the Nogitsune had to figure out if anyone else from Beacon Hills had come here as well... and who might be the helpful sorts that were easy to exploit later. Who might be watching. Humans were such social creatures. The problem comes in pretending to be one.]

So here we are. On a moon. What happens to a werewolf on the moon? Not that they exist or anything like that. But what would? Would it be like a constant full moon PMS or what?

[It figures if McCall is out there, he's sure to pipe up. Then it can deal with that overly bitey werewolf as needed.]

[Or pick your own adventure!]

✘ i. a call to arms

[If you think the quiet, stern-faced blond with the black eye and split lip carrying a riot shield and oversized gun on the transport has something to prove, you're probably right. Serious and subdued, he looks over his gun while the truck bounces over the bumpy trail through the jungle, and when they disembark the truck, he slams his fist against the shield a few times, pumping himself up before heading into the tunnels.

Kay will be throwing his all into the fight, and if you get in a tight spot, expect him to cover you with his shield, or call out with a strong German accent to ask for backup himself.]

✘ iii. trapped in a...

[OOC: Mild drug use (or smoking) in this prompt - responder's preference as to whether he pulls a joint or cigarette.]

[It's right near the end of the line when the SkyTram grinds to a halt. The only sound from the other occupant, a quiet man with a black eye, as the lights flicker and the vehicle sways slightly, is a deep sigh. Silence drags on, and then Kay is fishing in the inner pocket of his black leather jacket to pull out a joint/cigarette from it, then cracks one of the high windows open and leans against the wall. Lighting up, he takes a puff and exhales out the window.

It isn't till he's had a few drags that he raises a brow at the other occupant of the car and offers a half-smile somewhere between cocky and unconcerned, and speaks with a strong German accent.]

Hope you don't mind.

✘ iv. video; @engel

[Kay is lying on his back in one of the beds in Communal Housing, the phone obviously held high over his head, looking less than impressed with basically everything. He should probably be happy for the really fresh start, but he's not really happy with much anymore.

Except one thing. Thus this post. When he speaks, he drawls, his accent thick, sounding more than a little tired.]

Looking for a running partner. Someone who likes mornings. Anyone game?

✘ v. wildcard: in the club

[This is Kay in his natural habitat. He might be a riot cop, a fighter, something of an athlete, but a gay club is where he really belongs. On the dance floor, lost in booze and the beat, moving smooth and certain. And he's more than willing to reach out and catch his hand at the back of the neck of anyone he's even moderately attracted to, pull them in for a dance.]

✘ v. wildcard: open

Kay will be out and about in the city, exploring, checking out bars, running in the mornings, hanging around in the public areas of Communal Housing, including smoking on the balcony or staring out over the city. He will also be a member of the Perimeter Guard. Feel free to hit him up anywhere around the City or on patrol.

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