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TDM #1


TEST DRIVE #1


So it's your first day at your new job! Welcome to the Jorgmund Family™! It's time to settle into your new workplace on the Piper 90 rig, the coziest place of employment this side of the Livable Zone. A leader in its industry, Jorgmund is excited to have you join them in enthusiastically envisioneering team-driven paradigms.  

The Piper 90 rig's mission is not only an impressive undertaking in terms of impactful customer-oriented deliverables, it's providing a vital backbone to the Livable Zone by creating a safe region for citizens to live, work, and play. Jorgmund's "outside the box" thinking means they understand the importance of wisely investing in their human capital - you! You'll soon find that you'll take pride in this vital work - and the benefits can't be beat.

Rest assured, Jorgmund's multidisciplinary approach to our world's period of recovery means we know how to keep it real when facing this opportunity for restructuring and growth. Jorgmund: Even if most of the world has gone away, we can make a world of difference!

Synergy!

USEFUL LINKS
It is recommended you check out the following links first for info on the rig, rig conditions, game mechanics, and the intro and slideshow your characters would have to endure that takes place chronologically before the Test Drive Meme: 

Welcome/Arrival  | Rig Weather & Hazards | Rig Setting Page | Game Mechanics


SCENARIO #1 - MOVE-IN DAY!

After the bewildering and unpleasant onboarding process, you've finally been unleashed on the rig. (Well. To places you're allowed to go on the rig.) It's time to get acquainted with your new surroundings, process some of All Of That™, and meet your fellow captives - err, coworkers!

a) A BIT OF A MESS
Perhaps you're hungry? The mess hall food isn't amazing, but it does the job. Characters that have higher metabolic needs than your average human might be left feeling a little hungry, though. The worst part is actually the electronic sliding door: a small sign helpfully informs you that if you want inside, you need to smile for the camera! In addition to being patronizing, this may be a problem for characters who refuse to play ball, or characters with sufficiently nonhuman faces the door sensor can't read them. Remember, if then company doesn't see people like you, it's not discriminatory -- it's just indifferent! And that isn't legally actionable!

b) GOING NOWHERE FAST
The rig's elevators are a little off-kilter today. Overhead announcements mention this, but downplay the severity and are easy to miss -- which means you and your threadmate are stuck in here, somewhere between the fifth and sixth floor. You can complain into the emergency intercomm, but it might take from a few minutes up to an hour before the elevator gets rolling again. How do you pass the time?

c) SHOULD'VE TAKEN THAT LEFT TURN
You're really just trying to get somewhere else on the rig, but you've gotten hopelessly lost. Oh well, at least you're not alone! Did you run into your threadmate here? Did you lead them astray? Are they at fault? Even worse, are you somewhere full of AUTHORIZED PERSONNEL ONLY signs, mysterious equipment, and a worrying number of security cameras?

d) NEED A HAND?
You've been assigned a room and some relatively spare possessions to put in it. Unfortunately, it seems that the staff assigned to help move in new hires are all busy at the moment. Unless you want to wait around, you're going to need to lug and assemble your new assigned foldable den furniture yourself. Do you team up with another newbie? Do you try it alone and find yourself needing help? Do you come to the rescue of someone else who did that?

e) SPECIAL DELIVERY
Somebody in processing decided to give you two a quick little errand: you're supposed to take a couple boxes of files up to the executive deck. Unfortunately, a skeptical security staffer is giving you a hard time on your way there, on account of your funny-looking face, insufficient ID or sketchy-looking package. How do you deal with this and accomplish your task?

f) BLOW OFF STEAM
You're likely still a bit sore from Jorgmund fitting you with the nanochain, but you were promised a gym and you are going to use that gym, dammit. It looks like you're not alone in deciding to try out the training area. Do you train together? Spar to let some frustration out? Or are you gonna argue about whose turn it is on which piece of equipment and resent your lost solitude? You'll also find you have to contend with the communal showers when you're done.

g) NO REST FOR THE WEARY
It's the middle of the night on the rig. You're displaced from home, it's not very warm, your door doesn't shut because privacy is a "privilege" nobody has earned yet, and occasional mysterious clanging noises ring through the rig. You can't sleep, not yet, and perhaps you're not the only insomniac wandering the crew deck?


SCENARIO #2 - YOU ARE NOT AUTHORIZED TO PANIC

Around dawn on the morning of Day Two, something goes wrong. (Wrong-er?) You awake to the sound of alarms, and a voice over the speakers telling you NOT TO PANIC! A Stuff storm has caused a brief and contained leak onto Piper 90. You may encounter strange sights or sounds. Any anomalies should be reported immediately to rig security. Thank you for your cooperation!

The nature of the problem isn't immediately clear, but over the next handful of hours you find yourself embroiled in a bizarre fracas: a Stuff leak has caused numerous inanimate objects on the rig to come to life. Furniture and appliances small and large are roaming the decks. Some of them are docile, but others are aggressive (or just troublesome due to their size). Some examples:
  • A rogue photocopier spewing paper and ink
  • A mahogany conference table with old clawed feet and a brand new gaping jaw
  • A water cooler that scuttles the halls, squirting people with jets in varying temperatures
  • Small office supplies like pencils and paperclips that swarm in large numbers
  • Dressers and drawers that spit their contents at high velocity
  • A room's worth of folding chairs that hunt as a pack
  • An emergency fire hose that attempts to ensnare crew members in its coils
  • The angriest coffee pot you have ever seen
The objects can be dangerous, but are more strange, troublesome, and determined than deadly. If a foe seems to be incapacitated or "plays dead," even the aggressive conference table or hose will leave them with bruises and move on. Crew members who get in over their heads will be bailed out by security personnel as the incident dies down. Jorgmund staff stresses that the leak has been contained (so no new anomalies will appear), but after the initial surprise it's everyone's job to help hunt down and dispose of the Stuff-altered... stuff. It's gonna be a long morning, and you haven't even been properly briefed yet!

h) GOOD MORNING, PIPER 90
Rise and shine! There are alarms going off, announcements blaring, and people are scrambling around trying to figure out what's going on. You're one of them. Freak out? Spring into action? Team up with someone to shake down a staffer for more details? Run into someone new, perhaps literally?

i) INTERIOR WRECKORATING
You've been ambushed by an animate object that seems to have it in for you, or you've heard the shouts of someone who has and come running to help. What's ruining your morning now, and what are you going to do about it?

j) ON THE RUN
The folding chairs from Presentation Room B operate as a unit, harrying their prey through the halls with much scrambling of legs and flapping of seats. They're after you, at the moment. Can you escape, or perhaps lead them into a trap? Or do you stand your ground?

k) HERE'S THE PLAN
You and your threadmate have found somewhere secure (for now) and are deciding how to deal with a larger enemy. Are you hunting it, or is it hunting you? Are you planning to take it out of commission, or just how to get away from it? Or are you just gonna hide here and lay low until this is over?

l) PROP HUNT
Things are getting back under control, thankfully. Large disturbances have been disposed of, but that leaves the little things like elusive chains of paperclips, a small but vicious stapler, pens and markers that write rude words on walls, and utensils from the mess hall. These anomalies are stealthier, but must still be dealt with, and it's up to you to flush them out.

m) CLEAN UP IN AISLE EVERYTHING
The chaos has passed, and now you've been instructed to clean up a mess. Ink or loose paper from the copier, coffee from the rampaging pot, mopping up after a water cooler, scrubbing marker off a wall, etc. You might get roped into contending with the Yuck Puddle, which is a permanent fixture and not a new development, but someone's always contending with the Yuck Puddle.


OOC DETAILS

Feel free to play around with powers. If your character has powers from canon you want to play around with, go for it. If you'd like to test out possibilities for game powers, also go for it. Feel free to change it up from thread to thread if you need to. This can be handwaved as exposure to Stuff making characters' powers shift a few times before settling.

Potential players may use test drive threads as their log samples. However, at least one post in their thread must fit the requirements for apps, both in length (200 words) and in quality. If you do plan on using a thread as a sample, please make sure the writing throughout your threads is a good example of your writing skills and has some solid examples of the character's voice.

Players can eventually count TDMs towards AC. They can only count towards comment-based AC proofs.

Potential players can opt to keep these threads as game canon when they app in, or start over fresh, based on preference. The Stuff bringing them to the game universe can fog their memories, if players don't want their character to remember TDM threads when introing into the game.

The game is invite-only. Players without invites are allowed to tdm since some of them may know someone in game to ask for one, and since some people enjoy TDMs just for fun in games they don't plan to app into. But an invite is required during the apping process.

The game is at a starting cap at 30 players. Right now the current number of invitees is likely to not exceed the game's 30 slots, but if we go a few over they will still be allowed to app during this first round. Future apps will be rolling apps and will have a wait queue if the cap has been exceeded.

The first game round will be apps only, no reserves. Apps open: Sat 4/11/20. Game start: Fri 4/17/20.


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[personal profile] ahtohollaback 2020-04-06 04:17 am (UTC)(link)
"Emotions," Elsa replies with certainty. "A-and images. There weren't any words. Just a feeling." She wraps her arms around her torso, wistful and -- hurt? She shouldn't feel betrayed by a voice she never fully trusted. And yet.

"It felt like there was somewhere else I had to be," she explains. "Like somebody like me was out there, asking me to find them. I--I thought they were good." Elsa winces. "But as soon as I admitted I could hear it, and started to sing back -- I found myself here."

She feels extremely foolish. Elsa knew it was dangerous, knew any change might risk the happiness she'd found in Arendelle, with her family. But she'd sung back anyway, and look where it got her. On the rig, in a strange world, with no family, weakened powers, and no Voice.
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[personal profile] heterochrocatic 2020-04-06 04:18 am (UTC)(link)
"He did, sort of. I mean he recruited at least one of the princesses into the Horde. Somehow. It was before I was around, pretty sure. He also wasn't exactly... diplomatic? Liked to brood and yell a lot." Catra does her best to explain.

"I dunno. By the time I was growing up, we just got told they were bad, the Horde was good. That was that."
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[personal profile] garmr 2020-04-06 04:25 am (UTC)(link)
"Yeah. Something like that. Can't believe I'd miss the chirping of the damn crickets."

He sounds thankful that she understands, if nothing else. Guts feels exposed enough missing his armor and his arsenal. The least he could do is keep his secrets.

Like Saturday, he also has a missing forelimb - the elbow of what remains of his left arm rests between his knees and chest. His own prosthetic was taken, though not without reason. It was less functioning hand and more a heavy iron bludgeon with a cannon built into it. A medieval blacksmith's crude attempt at an arm. So he'd be one-handed for a little while, until he could get a replacement that won't instantly smash someone's face in.
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[personal profile] wheyoftheadept 2020-04-06 04:26 am (UTC)(link)
"Thought he recruited you when he showed up?" Saturday is confused about the timeline, now. "Or had he been around for a while before you joined? And heck, why did you? You sure don't sound invested."
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[personal profile] takenalive 2020-04-06 04:36 am (UTC)(link)
Well, that sounds not unfamiliar. <It almost sounds like a mirror-wave call. Perhaps a poorly calibrated one where part of the message was lost to static. Is there something that sets you apart from those around you, who didn't receive it?>

This doesn't seem like such a bad place to him. Oh, sure, it's a bad place and however good their ultimate aims may be these are bad people in charge, but compared to where he was it's amazing.
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[personal profile] heterochrocatic 2020-04-06 04:40 am (UTC)(link)
"He was around way before I was. I think he was there when the world got sealed off from the rest of the universe? Which was... a really long time ago. Like, a thousand years, I think?" Catra says. She isn't really sure exactly how long, when she thinks about it. Ages. Adora would probably know.

"And I was an orphan. I was a baby when I got, uh. Recruited, I guess." She isn't sure what other word to use here. Recruited makes sense? Her brow wrinkles as she thinks.

"Well, when you lose it gives you some perspective on things," she adds. That and a shape-shifting theater kid telling you exactly what is wrong with you might cause some self-reflection.
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[personal profile] turntex 2020-04-06 04:40 am (UTC)(link)
[Glancing sideways, Dave pauses because...yeah, that's a talking cat.

And then even with the shades hiding half his face, you can practically see the moment he decides okay yeah not the weirdest shit I've ever seen and just looks back to the marker without fanfare.]


Give the lil dude a break, he's doing the best he can. It's hard enough out here for a sentient writing utensil without some pencilneck swatting at you like a goddamn fly. Sometimes you just gotta do what you can, and all you can do is the living marker equivalant of art therapy.
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[personal profile] wheyoftheadept 2020-04-06 04:41 am (UTC)(link)
"And I never thought I'd miss the random gunfire. Or cars backfiring..."

She takes a deep breath. "This place does put some of the shit in perspective."
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[personal profile] wheyoftheadept 2020-04-06 04:44 am (UTC)(link)
Saturday raises an eyebrow, giving Catra a look that is, well, a little horrified, but mostly concerned.

"I don't this a baby can be recruited into anything. It's not like you could have made a choice at that age. Were you allowed to, later on? Could you have left if you wanted to?"
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[personal profile] turntex 2020-04-06 04:48 am (UTC)(link)
[Listen, he can appreciate the swerve to the alternate and cornier definition of "beef". That's solid. And thinking about that keeps him from fixating on either the potential deadly threat causing the alarms or the fact that his first reaction to metaphorically running into a random dude was unsubtle innuendo. God, he's a disaster.]

Sounds like fun.

[Judging by his deadpan, it absolutely does not sound like fun. But he nods and sobers up, dodging past the guy to head into the hall and see what form of chaos is taking place.

It's not immediately obvious. There's a whole lot of running and yelling happening, many people holding random objects. Uh...?]
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[personal profile] heterochrocatic 2020-04-06 04:49 am (UTC)(link)
"I dunno what else to call it. All I know is that was a baby, I never knew my real parents, and I grew up being trained by the Horde," Catra explains before she answers the next question.

"Pff. No." Catra shakes her head. "Not like, openly. You were a Horde soldier and you stayed a Horde soldier."
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[personal profile] ahtohollaback 2020-04-06 04:51 am (UTC)(link)
The fact that he might know what it is spikes Elsa's interest and hope.

"Yes," she admits, wide-eyed. "I was born with power over ice." She holds out a hand, palm-up, and a small flurry of snow swirls in the air above it for a moment before dissipating. "It isn't very common. No one else in my kingdom has it."
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[personal profile] wheyoftheadept 2020-04-06 04:52 am (UTC)(link)
Saturday nods, taking this in. She takes a slow drag on her cigarette and releases the smoke into the night air.

"That's a little messed up, Catra." There's that soft sympathy again.
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[personal profile] takenalive 2020-04-06 04:58 am (UTC)(link)
That's something new. She gets all four eyes now. The main ones, the ones set on his face in a more humanlike configuration, are very large and lambent, with creases around them suggesting experience with strain.

<That isn't something Andalites can do. Are you a human?>
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[personal profile] heterochrocatic 2020-04-06 04:58 am (UTC)(link)
"Yeah, well..." Catra's nose wrinkle a bit at the scent of the cigarette smoke.

"...well, I knew it was messed up and then I stayed in even when my best friend left. For stupid reasons. Or maybe they weren't stupid. Didn't feel stupid at the time, but..." She trails off and shakes her head. "I don't want to talk about that."
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[personal profile] garmr 2020-04-06 05:00 am (UTC)(link)
"...Cars? What're those?"

Please explain cars and how they fire backwards? Guts already feels like a fish out of water here. Knowing some bizarre future lingo wouldn't be a bad thing.
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[personal profile] ahtohollaback 2020-04-06 05:05 am (UTC)(link)
"Yes, I am," Elsa says. Human mother, human father, human sister, so she must be, too. No reason to suspect any different. "Are you an Andalite?" She repeats the unfamiliar word carefully.
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[personal profile] stickypete 2020-04-06 05:08 am (UTC)(link)
"Okay, that was cool."

Gunslinger robot man with a golden fire gun, that's just neat.

But he squints a little from the ceiling and sees that the gunslinger robot man isn't looking so good.

"Why don't we find a place to get away from this stuff."

We, right? They both need to get somewhere safe. It sure isn't Peter getting an injured robot to safety and just making him still feel self sufficient. Something tells him that a guy trying to fight through all those obvious injuries might get a little offended at being rescued.

He's got a tell, though. It's the soft, concerned expression on his face that he can't really hide.

Peter jumps down from the ceiling and lands perfectly on his feet and it's still there on his face.
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[personal profile] wheyoftheadept 2020-04-06 05:11 am (UTC)(link)
"Uh." Saturday has, surprisingly enough, done this sort of thing before. "They got horses where you're from? Cars are a kind of machine that have replaced them for getting around and transporting stuff. Like a cart that moves on its own. Real big and metal and sometimes they like, malfunction. And make a really loud sound. Happens a lot if the car is kind of shitty and run down."
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[personal profile] turntex 2020-04-06 05:11 am (UTC)(link)
[Same, dude. Same. Dave just shrugs, clearly also not especially eager to make life any easier for the guys in charge here.]

I don't know, I'm down to turn a blind eye on this one. Sorry sir, thought we found them all, that one must have given us the slip. Let the lil hero drive the corporate paperpushers crazy for a few weeks. He'll probably get caught by someone eventually but he'll make his mark before then. Lots of marks, in fact. Kinda his whole job and damn if he isn't good at it? Employee of the fuckin' month right here.

[He's rambling. It starts to turn into mumbling about halfway through, the kind of shit that makes one wonder if he's still talking to them or if he's just talking to himself now. Sorry, this is just kinda what he's like.]
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[personal profile] stickypete 2020-04-06 05:12 am (UTC)(link)
"I'm assuming you're here because you're hungry, too."

Why would she be near the doors unless she wanted something to eat? They'd said something about this being an assigned meal time.

"Tell you what, how about we flip a coin."

A pause.

"Do you happen to have a coin? Even if I still had all my stuff, uuuuh being solvent is usually not my strong suit."
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[personal profile] wheyoftheadept 2020-04-06 05:13 am (UTC)(link)
"All right, then." Saturday is going to protect this child with her life. "I've been giving you the fourth degree - got anything you wanna know about me?"
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[personal profile] heterochrocatic 2020-04-06 05:17 am (UTC)(link)
"Not hungry enough." Catra is ready and willing to go hungry for a meal to spite this stranger. And Jorgmund.

"I don't have a coin either, weird. Must be in my other jumpsuit." Catra says laconically, patting down her oversized jumpsuit with both hands.

"What do you know? No coin."
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[personal profile] takenalive 2020-04-06 05:17 am (UTC)(link)
<I was the Andalite-Controller. The only one, the Abomination. Now it seems I am free, and perhaps again only an Andalite,> he muses, and there's some hint of that song again. He's lost so much of himself, by attrition and deliberately. What's left, at this point?

Just him, standing with his blue fur fluffed in the chill, telling things to a human youth who likely has no more context for this than he has for... hers?

With some effort, he smiles, a subtle effect, a change in the eyes. <So, human. It's been a long time since I could tell anyone my name. I am Alloran-Semitur-Corrass.>
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[personal profile] heterochrocatic 2020-04-06 05:24 am (UTC)(link)
Catra is a young adult! She's only two years younger than you, Saturday! But she does deserve protection.

"I don't know," she admits to the question asked of her. "Where'd you get a name like Saturday?"