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Piper 90: Mods ([personal profile] goneawaymod) wrote in [community profile] goneawaymemes2020-04-04 10:47 pm
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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.


grimbiker: (It's like you want me to hex you)

cw: yeah, getting to obvious PTSD flashbacks re: some mass murder, nbd

[personal profile] grimbiker 2020-04-06 03:10 pm (UTC)(link)
Sirius never should have mentioned Peter. It was too late to take it back now, too late for Sirius to even realize it. Once Remus started defending him, something inside Sirius's mind snapped.

They were best friends, all of them. Sirius had once trusted them more than anyone else. Once upon a time he'd been convinced nothing would break them. Then the war happened and Sirius gave into mistrust but he never knew. He never thought Peter Pettigrew, Wormtail, would be capable of handing his friends over to Voldemort or of mass murder.

He clenched his hands into fists and shook violently. It was like he was there again, chasing Pettigrew, so sure that soon he'd be able to tear him apart. And then...

"That rat framed me! He blew up the entire street full of--" He saw it so clearly. People ripped apart and Peter standing there, bleeding from a stub that used to be his finger. His eyes unfocused.
Edited 2020-04-06 15:11 (UTC)
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[personal profile] somnioergosum 2020-04-06 03:32 pm (UTC)(link)
Sometimes Adam Parrish, love of Ronan's life, smartest person he knew, could really drive him crazy. Adam was barricaded away from folding chairs brought to life and he was worried about not having chairs to sit on?

"Parrish, they're not going back to sleep. And if they do, would you even sit on them? They'll break you in--" By now, the chairs had turned on the new intruder. While some kept waiting for Adam to come out, the others charged Ronan. While he fended off one with the leg of its fallen comrade, he had to jump over another. He couldn't quite clear it, which meant he came down hard on its top and slammed it and his knee into the ground. "Fuck!" That hurt. And then he finally finished his sentence, "--in half!"
morebetter: (Basic - Breaking It Down)

[personal profile] morebetter 2020-04-06 03:43 pm (UTC)(link)
"Like you might have one of those car ports that you can plug phones into or set a fire with." Mac makes a clicking sound and a hand gesture like he's talking about a handheld Bic lighter, which just confuses the imagery further. It's clear he doesn't see why his question was ridiculous and thinks, in fact, Cayde's response is overblown and actually a little rude. Like look, dude, you clearly look kind of like a Subaru. "Ah, whatever, forget it, I'll find something."

He takes a ream of printer paper and starts ripping and crumpling pages, because he's well aware of what kind of things burn in a trashfire and knows you have to separate the tinder out, give the flames more room to breathe and spread. Otherwise you just end up with little whispers of smoke and useless sneezes of sparks, which are neither fun nor effective.

"You could help out, you know. Unless you know the way out, that would simplify this whole project out a lot." Although he'd be a little sad to abandon this project now.
purple_paradox: (The Gun Show)

I.

[personal profile] purple_paradox 2020-04-06 03:50 pm (UTC)(link)
One of the chairs whizzes through the air, crumpling lifelessly as it slams into a nearby wall.

Saint stands triumphantly, seemingly pleased with the result of his toss. Some of the other chairs turned their attention to him, and quickly moved to encircle him.

"Come, beasts!" he roared with a bombastic laugh. "Perhaps you shall make a better warmup than the pitiful excuses they have for training droids here, yes?"
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[personal profile] wheyoftheadept 2020-04-06 03:57 pm (UTC)(link)
"Catra from Etheria," Saturday says, as if she's thinking. She's mostly just getting used to the words - they feel odd in her mouth. But so did Thera, and she adjusted. She always adjusts. "Pleasure to meet you, Catra."
wheyoftheadept: (Default)

[personal profile] wheyoftheadept 2020-04-06 04:00 pm (UTC)(link)
"Ha." It's not actually a happy laugh. "Little bit... same basic idea, just scaled all the way up. I can't explain it real well," she says apologetically. "I ain't the brains of my operation, just the muscle, and my crew didn't - didn't show up with me."

She sits up again, swinging her legs over the edge of the bed this time. The new position makes it clear that her metal arm is a complete replacement, extending up over her shoulder, and seems to be engraved or painted somehow.

"I'm Saturday. You?"
morebetter: (Confused - Why Don't You Care)

[personal profile] morebetter 2020-04-06 04:03 pm (UTC)(link)
So now they're both on the floor, both yelling, both flailing around in the dark. The door that doesn't lock keeps swinging into the wall as Mac tries to untangle himself from her clutches and from the mattress half on top of him.

"Get off me, bitch! I wouldn't have come in here if I knew you were a chick!" Mac isn't really listening to how incriminating that sounds, because he has other things on his mind, like trying to find the light. He paws at the wall until it flashes on, which means lighting up not only the room but this whole section of the hallway.
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[personal profile] heterochrocatic 2020-04-06 04:06 pm (UTC)(link)
"First time I've heard that," Catra says and she means it. She doesn't think anyone has ever been happy to meet her, genuinely. Except maybe Adora, when they were kids.

"Nice to meet you too, Saturday."
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[personal profile] wheyoftheadept 2020-04-06 04:08 pm (UTC)(link)
"Or at least, they want us thinkin' they got money," Saturday mutters, shifting her boxes. The carpeting is so thick here, it's like she can't touch the floor. That's probably a metaphor. "Here we go - "

The delivery is take from them by a helmet haired female minion, who barely notices them. She is an executive secretary; they are lowly new hire scum. Saturday relinquishes the boxes without upset, and keeps a smile on her face until exactly one nanosecond after the queen bee walks away.

"What a place," is all she says, as her mouth carves itself into an angry frown. " - didn't get your name, by the way. I'm Saturday."
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Re: 1-D

[personal profile] purple_paradox 2020-04-06 04:09 pm (UTC)(link)
It didn't help that most of the doors in this place were just a little too short for Saint, and normally he'd need to duck to avoid hitting his head. But between Catra moving just a little too fast, him being slightly distracted with the pallet, and not wanting to be rude to someone so young, he ends up whacking his head on the metal door frame.

"Ah," he said, seemingly unfazed by the impact. He had quite the hard head after all. "Low ceilings. Best to be careful, yes?"
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[personal profile] wheyoftheadept 2020-04-06 04:15 pm (UTC)(link)
Saturday doesn't think much of Etherian manners, then.

"I'm gettin' chilly. Want me to smile you in to the mess so we can get some coffee? I know I ain't sleepin' tonight."
heterochrocatic: (069 » I wanted her so bad...)

Re: 1-D

[personal profile] heterochrocatic 2020-04-06 04:21 pm (UTC)(link)
Catra, being the astounding height of 5'3", has no concerns about smacking her head on anything at all. So when Saint-14 clanks his head, there's an aggravated sound that melts into an amused giggle. It just sounded so metallic. It was funny! A smirk tugs at her lips.

"Sorry. I'll be more careful." She laughed. It felt like the first time she'd laughed in... forever. Weird.
heterochrocatic: (062 » I hope)

[personal profile] heterochrocatic 2020-04-06 04:26 pm (UTC)(link)
"Coffee?" Catra has... not had coffee. So this is a new experience. "Sure, why not." As she turns to find the hatch back inside, she glances over to Saturday to continue speak.

"I probably won't sleep either, but I'll just find someplace to malinger where they can't find me tomorrow. Catch a nap." Like all cats, Catra has a sleep schedule which is esoteric and strange.
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Just assume those CW work for the rest of the thread

[personal profile] thewholeofthemoon 2020-04-06 04:27 pm (UTC)(link)
For all the stories that circulate about werewolves in wizarding society, Remus had never been a violent person. Plenty of people assumed that he must be just because he was a werewolf, but he'd always been the most easy going and gentlest of the Marauders.

(Excepting, of course, when he changed. But he didn't have any control over that.)

But Sirius kept talking and making little sense. It grated on nerves worn thin by the full moon and Remus lashed out, punching the wall of the hallway.

He felt something possibly crack in his fingers, even as he turned back to Sirius, eyes wild with grief and anger. "Stop. Talking. Black," he grated out. "I listened to enough of your lies over the years and believed every one of them. I'm not going to listen to them now. Not when you've shown just how unworthy of that trust you always were."

Remus pulled his hand back, carefully holding it against his chest. A healing spell could take care of the bones. It wasn't the first time he'd done this, after all. "Was it funny, Black? Some game? Make the werewolf fall in love with you?"
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[personal profile] reydacted 2020-04-06 04:35 pm (UTC)(link)
You'd literally have to be deaf to sleep through the commotion that's happening in the rig right now. Rey hears the scuffle and it makes her bolt out of bed. She's not sure what's really happening but it can't be good.

She doesn't even bother with her slippers, just jogging barefoot down to the source of the noise and now light--

"Oi! Hey! Stop that!"

Both of Rey's hands jut out in front of her, and some unseen force is tugging on both of them, trying to pull them apart from each other.
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[personal profile] wheyoftheadept 2020-04-06 04:38 pm (UTC)(link)
"Careful with that. I'm tougher than most, but those shocks still stung. You gotten any demerits or whatever they call them around here, yet?" Saturday drops down the hatch with a grace that equals Catra's own.
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[personal profile] takenalive 2020-04-06 04:44 pm (UTC)(link)
He has absolutely no context for this and it doesn't make a lot of sense, but Alloran remembers the courtesy gesture and nods. He is going to savor these flavors and the sensation of feeding. It's quite a lot faster than eating anything but emergency rations as an Andalite, but it is at least slower and more deliberate than, say, a Taxxon or one of the various monster morphs.
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[personal profile] heterochrocatic 2020-04-06 04:44 pm (UTC)(link)
"I had to deal with something like it growing up," Catra says bluntly. "You just have to be careful and know when not to push too hard." She starts heading down the hallway, hands shoved in the pockets of her oversized jumpsuit--for some reason, she had been given one that as meant for someone a bit more filled out than her. Or just intended for someone with a masculine frame. She'd even had to cut her own hole for her tail.

"Trick is finding the line, you know?"
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[personal profile] reydacted 2020-04-06 04:55 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Rey can feel the tension thaw a little between the both of them and that's helpful. At the same time, it's oddly comforting to know someone else is feeling similarly not at ease. Makes Rey feel a little less alone in being more than a touch on edge about everything here. She's used to weirdness, she's used to having to buckle down and dig deep to get through, but that doesn't make it easier each time something is thrown at her.

It makes her want to yield a little bit of vulnerability, thinking that this other girl is likely prowling the halls for the same reason she really was. ]


Yeah, just... couldn't sleep.

[ She softens more, and she extends a hand with a small smile. ]

I'm Rey.
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[personal profile] reydacted 2020-04-06 04:59 pm (UTC)(link)
Rey shrugs. Go ahead and stay up there if you want, stranger, but don't say she didn't try to warn you.

"The door to my quarters didn't close," Rey offers like it's the most obvious explanation in the world. "Did yours?"
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[personal profile] reydacted 2020-04-06 05:07 pm (UTC)(link)
"Pretty standard stuff as far as I can tell," Rey shrugs. It makes sense that there's just simple things like powering outlets or electrical supplies for lighting at this surface level. And, while curious about the inner workings of the rig, she wasn't launching her full-scale investigation into it now when she just needed a secure place to sleep.

"Not the source of that annoying clank unfortunately," and like Rey timed it, that loud rhythmic clank that is probably keeping lots of the new hires up rings through the halls.
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[personal profile] purple_paradox 2020-04-06 05:20 pm (UTC)(link)
Though Saint maintained his smile, he soberly assessed the damage Cayde had sustained. While it wasn't unusual for Ghosts to remain hidden even in safe situations, the fact that Sundance wasn't showing herself, abd that she had not yet managed to repair the damage Cayde had taken, left him at only one conclusion.

Somehow, this was Cayde after he lost his Ghost, but before he had died.

The thought was troubling to him, even if he resolutely refused to let it show.

"We have our young Guardian friend to thank for that," he replied, his smile refusing to falter. "Though they have achieved so much, I can never know what title is appropriate for them. Crota's Bane? Kingslayer? Young Wolf? Regardless, they and Osiris worked together to save me, though it was honestly something of a miracle that they did."

Kind of how Cayde was standing there, alive, right now.
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[personal profile] wheyoftheadept 2020-04-06 05:24 pm (UTC)(link)
" - and hey, I just realized, I didn't catch your name. I'm Saturday." She extends her hand out to shake in greeting. "From Red Town, which you probably never heard of."
somnioergosum: (I know you I walked with you once...)

[personal profile] somnioergosum 2020-04-06 05:30 pm (UTC)(link)
"Did the slideshow give it away or the interrogation?" Ronan still wasn't sure which one he was to be more insulted by.

He moved closer to the door and tried one last pull, both half-hearted and futile. He slammed his fist against the wall for good measure before stepping back. He stepped back until he could lean against the elevator wall and folded his arms over his chest.

After a quick glance up to see if he missed some hidden exit inexplicably placed above them, he snorted.

"It's going to be a couple hours. What's your guess?"
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[personal profile] wheyoftheadept 2020-04-06 05:32 pm (UTC)(link)
Saturday winces. "Fucking thing - " She rubs her ears, and in the gesture you can clearly see that her right hand is metal and her ears are pointed. "What is that, anyway? First time I heard it I thought the rig was shaking apart."

Not that she'd been sad about it. Mostly disappointed - if it had been an attack or a major malfunction, she could have disappeared in the chaos and seen what was behind the no-entry doors. Maybe broken something important, like the control circuit for the damn nanothings. It probably has a control circuit somewhere, right? You gotta send signals and stuff.