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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.


heterochrocatic: (014 » You said she's scared of me?)

[personal profile] heterochrocatic 2020-04-06 05:34 pm (UTC)(link)
Catra still looks suspicious. She's not coming out off her pipe just yet, but she's not ignoring Rey, either.

"No, it didn't close either. No way am I sleeping where they want me to, anyway."
wheyoftheadept: (Default)

[personal profile] wheyoftheadept 2020-04-06 05:35 pm (UTC)(link)
"The line might be farther in here than you think," Saturday cautions, feeling like an older sister. "Just - watch out. You encountered the Stuff yet?"
purple_paradox: (Dramatic Side-Glance)

[personal profile] purple_paradox 2020-04-06 05:45 pm (UTC)(link)
Considering one of the most legendary Hunter Gunslingers has only a couple inches on Nora, he's not usually one to judge people by their size.

"Very well," he chuckled, as they all entered the Mess Hall before the doors closed again.

He quickly gathered his meal, which consisted of a simple bowl of oatmeal and a cup of coffee. Being an Exo, he didn't physically need to eat, but like many human needs, it was programmed into him anyway, ostensibly to help avoid the onset of Dissociative Exomind Rejection. He tended not to think about things like that much, instead enjoying the simple act of eating for it's own sake.

Besides, after being stuck in the Infinite Forest for what seemed like an eternity, he was just happy to have access to simple things like food and shelter.

The seat across from him remained unoccupied, and Gepetto hovered contentedly, quietly observing any passersby.
credit_not_blame: the new moon at night (new moon)

[personal profile] credit_not_blame 2020-04-06 05:47 pm (UTC)(link)
Cold, schmold. Stacia met his gaze with her own and held it. Then she raised her hands, palms toward him, open and non-threatening.

"I'm not asking to try and trick you and get inside your head, I'm asking out of a genuine desire to assist."

She turned her hands around and wiggled her fingers. Remember those chipped nails she'd been so concerned with earlier? She'd been asking questions like it was her job (it was), so she ought to offer some of her own answers in exchange. People liked talking about themselves, sure, but not when they thought someone was trying to take advantage of them.

"I do it too. Don't get me wrong, I love my mani-pedis and my cute clothes, but I'm usually running around in the woods. A full face of makeup and a mini-dress and wedge heels? Not exactly practical. It makes me look like a silly little girl. But everyone I hang out with looks more like you, so me trying to butch it up would still look silly and it wouldn't get me anything."

She lowered her hands and let them hang loose at her sides.

"I'm not asking for your real story. I haven't even begun to earn something like that. I just want to know the story you want told."
partiallysquirrelblood: (Determined)

Doreen Green | Unbeatable Squirrel Girl

[personal profile] partiallysquirrelblood 2020-04-06 05:55 pm (UTC)(link)
d.
Doreen wasn't particularly happy with situation she currently found herself in. Honestly, she thought, nobody would be. She'd been taken against her will, forced to watch a mind-numbing Powerpoint, and, oh yeah, had a shock collar forcibly implanted into her.

They even put one in Tippy-Toe. What kind of jerk puts a shock collar in a squirrel?

(Admittedly, without one, Tippy-Toe could very well have taken down the rig herself, or at least caused serious amounts of trouble. But that was beside the point.)

In any case, this wasn't something that could be fixed anytime soon. There were more solvable problems to take care of in the meantime, like not having a bed to sleep on. So she'd piled up the stack of flatpacks and got ready to head off towards her assigned room.

"Hey, Tips? Could you climb on top of the boxes and keep an eye out?"

Tippy-Toe chittered out an agreement, and scurried to the top of the stack.

<Left turn ahead, keep going, keep going. Okay, stop, someone's coming.>

"Thanks, Tippy. Sorry about all this, lemme just scoot over so you can get by."

She moves over closer to the wall, and turns a bit, trying to see past the boxes to see who they hadn't run into thanks to Tippy-Toe's top-notch directions.

i.
Bad news? The monstrous conference table had cornered someone down a dead-end hallway.

Good news? The squirrel-themed cavalry had arrived, and it was armed.

"You think I won't fight animate furniture? I will absolutely fight animate furniture," Doreen said as she tossed an inanimate desk at the back end of it.

The desk leaves some superficial gouges in the table's wood. It's not even remotely enough to stop it, but it is certainly enough to get its undivided attention.

<I think you just made it mad,> Tippy-Toe chitters.

"All according to plan!" Doreen replies, leaping over the table as it charged at her.

wildcard.
Edited 2020-04-06 18:17 (UTC)
heterochrocatic: (024 » To piss off the dumb few that forg)

[personal profile] heterochrocatic 2020-04-06 06:10 pm (UTC)(link)
"Not directly, I don't think?" She perks an ear. "...What's it like?"
garmr: (pic#12988818)

[personal profile] garmr 2020-04-06 06:13 pm (UTC)(link)
"Guts. Guess that would make two of us."

The brawn, huh? She may be small, but he's seen enough battle to not judge on size alone. Of course, learning Guts is the muscle of whatever group he came from would hardly be a surprising thing - if not for his size, then for the wild look in his eyes whenever he got tense.

"I get it. Hard not to feel useless when there's no enemies to beat up."

Now that more of her arm was revealed, though, his curiosity interrupts that train of thought to see. The fact that it could move on its own... there were no visible chords or tension springs to puppeteer. It was almost like the real thing.
wheyoftheadept: (Default)

[personal profile] wheyoftheadept 2020-04-06 06:16 pm (UTC)(link)
"Some fucked up bullshit." Saturday flicks the butt of her final smoke for the night away, not caring where it lands. Such petty rebellions are all she has right now. "Makes everything come alive and get real goddamned mad at you."
wheyoftheadept: (Default)

[personal profile] wheyoftheadept 2020-04-06 06:22 pm (UTC)(link)
Saturday is built like a dancer - all grace and speed, and not an ounce of fat. Frankly, if it wasn't her her high pitched voice, you wouldn't know she was a woman in these baggy clothes. She shoves her hair out of her face, her metal arm moving exactly as if it were natural. No mechanisms for its movement or power are apparent.

"Yeah - though that Stuff uh - stuff - is kinda fun, when it shows up. It's leaked through once since I've been here. Makes the furnishings wake up and go batshit, so you get to wreck company property."
somnioergosum: (In sleep he sang to me)

[personal profile] somnioergosum 2020-04-06 06:35 pm (UTC)(link)
It was just Ronan's luck to be stuck in an elevator with someone like this.

Ronan didn't move. His ability to stand still and just stare at someone came in handy, but it didn't seem to have any effect on Stacia. It didn't stop her from asking stupid, invasive questions. What was his story? Ronan loved stories-- but only about other people. When they happened to him, he inevitably ended up like one of the heroes in his father's tales. Something tragic happened. Someone died. And he was in the middle of two stories now.

He was incapable of lying, so he claimed, and Stacia was right. She hadn't earned a fraction of the truth from him.

"I've got a simple solution for you. Don't tell stories about me."
heterochrocatic: (046 » I hope it stays dark forever)

[personal profile] heterochrocatic 2020-04-06 06:37 pm (UTC)(link)
"Sounds like some First Ones crap," Catra mutters as they begin to make their way down to the mess hall, following the various twists and turns. She's still getting used to this place--she doesn't know it like the back of her hand, like home.

"I'll keep an eye out, though." A pause, then: "So, what's coffee?"
wheyoftheadept: (Default)

[personal profile] wheyoftheadept 2020-04-06 06:39 pm (UTC)(link)
"..." This is the second time she's had to answer that question. Saturday continues to revise her expectations for a common culture downwards.

"It's uh, it's a hot drink, helps you wake up and stay awake. It's bitter and strong, but a lot of people put sugar and milk in cut that. Coffee they have here is crap, though. But it's warm."
somnioergosum: (Default)

B

[personal profile] somnioergosum 2020-04-06 06:56 pm (UTC)(link)
The moment he saw this old (though not old enough to unsettle Ronan) guy having a one sided fight with the door, Ronan stood back. Folding his arms, he watched without comment save for arch of one eyebrow.

Ronan didn't relish the thought of having to smile for the door either, but by the time Peter had ordered him around, he'd come up with a solution. He might even have offered it. But no, Peter had get bossy.

"Do I look like I take orders from anyone?" Which Ronan did. He totally did. This tattooed young man with muscles and no hair took orders from his boyfriend, his best friend, and sometimes creepy randos and stalkers. Not that Peter Parker knew that and not that Ronan admitted it to himself.
heterochrocatic: (068 » My reaching arm)

[personal profile] heterochrocatic 2020-04-06 07:17 pm (UTC)(link)
"Huh. Keeps you awake?" Catra looks thoughtful "Sounds useful. I'll give it a try, I guess. And warm is good." She does her best to sound... normal? What does normal even sound like anymore? Fuck if she knows. It's weird to have someone not know who she is and not react with fear or anger.

But it's really nice. She turns another corner and the mess hall is in sight. She grimaces.

"I am not smiling for that stupid camera."
credit_not_blame: (Happy)

[personal profile] credit_not_blame 2020-04-06 07:19 pm (UTC)(link)
Stacia stared back at the other teenager, raising an eyebrow.

"Everybody tells stories about everybody else," she said. "What to you think gossip is? What a reputation is? What do you think I'm doing right now if not telling you a story about me? I could have let you walk out of this elevator with the story that I was scared of you, or that I wasn't scared of you and thought your tattoo was cool." She flapped a hand. "I'll admit, "oh, there's a brain in that pretty head of hers" is a little intimidating for some people, sure, but you told me than you spent $900 and who knows how many hours getting something tattooed onto your back for other people to see."

Seriously, what does he expect? She's being polite and restrained by not asking him to take his shirt off, or asking about the real meaning of $900-freaking-dollar back tattoo. She spreads her hands wide, beseeching.

"Come on, make something up for me, or I have no choice but to make it up myself."

And, to drive the point home:

"Cupcake."
Edited 2020-04-06 19:21 (UTC)
wheyoftheadept: (Default)

[personal profile] wheyoftheadept 2020-04-06 07:20 pm (UTC)(link)
Saturday leans over and smiles easily, brilliantly, in a way that touches her eyes. She looks completely sincere. The door wooshes open, and as soon as it does she drops the smile. It's like watching someone put on and take off a mask.

"After you."
heterochrocatic: (012 » I guess I'm pretty glad)

[personal profile] heterochrocatic 2020-04-06 07:22 pm (UTC)(link)
Catra hurries inside before the door decides to change its mind, glances back at Saturday.

"Glad you're willing. I'm not the smiling type." Which isn't true. She smiles all the time. Just not on command.
wheyoftheadept: (Default)

[personal profile] wheyoftheadept 2020-04-06 07:27 pm (UTC)(link)
"If you can't control your emotions, you can at least control your face." She sounds like she's quoting someone, there. "They're just muscles. If they want me to lie to them, good. It means they think I'm stupid."
heterochrocatic: (024 » To piss off the dumb few that forg)

[personal profile] heterochrocatic 2020-04-06 07:30 pm (UTC)(link)
"I'm tired of being controlled," Catra grouses, looking around the mess hall with a wrinkle of her nose. She hadn't gotten inside before, so this is new to her. It also reminds her how hungry she is. The girl's stomach rumbles and she glares down at it, like it's betrayed her.

"...What kind of ration bars do they serve here? I hope it's not the green ones."
wheyoftheadept: (Default)

[personal profile] wheyoftheadept 2020-04-06 07:34 pm (UTC)(link)
"They serve real food here. It's just shitty. C'mon." Without waiting for Catra's response, Saturday janders to the counter and does her best. There's not a lot of food, and none of it's hot; this is kept out for the late workers. But there's carbs and protein and veg, and Saturday begins assembling two magnificent sandwiches to go with their coffee.

"Grab a table, I'll be there in a sec."
princesspower: (i'm too much of a jock for this)

[personal profile] princesspower 2020-04-06 07:36 pm (UTC)(link)
"You're the one on me-!" Adora retorts. She is absolutely trying to put Mac into a submission hold as Rey comes scuffling through the door. She has no idea what's going on, but she is not going to let some stranger come into her room and-

Woop. Something tugs and she goes scattering across the (small) room.

Ow.
princesspower: (Default)

[personal profile] princesspower 2020-04-06 07:40 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Adora nods. ]

I know the feeling.

[ She's had that before - being in a new place with new people, not sure if it's going to work out or if it's all going to go downhill. Of course, this isn't Brightmoon and she trusts this place a lot less. She takes Rey's hand and shakes. ]

I'm Adora. Nice to meet you.

[ She settles her back against the wall and slides down to sit. ]

You're new too, huh?
grimbiker: (It's like you want me to hex you)

[personal profile] grimbiker 2020-04-06 07:41 pm (UTC)(link)
Sirius jerked when Remus punched the wall. That was enough to break whatever trance he'd been in. He instinctively reached out, started to say "Moony," before his will left him. When Remus turned on him with that look in his eyes, Sirius wanted to curl up into a ball as he had in Azkaban. No one was watching then. No one cared. If he did that now, Remus would always despise him for that as well.

He knew he deserved every word, even if it wasn't true, and the anger, because it was. But he couldn't let Remus believe that.

"I love you! It wasn't a game!" Sirius snapped.

As he spoke, almost without thinking, he had already stretched out his hand. He might be unarmed, but Sirius had been skilled enough wizard not to need a wand. With a gesture and a mumbled word, the injury on Remus's hand began to heal. Ironically, one of Sirius's specialties had always been healing. It seemed even Azkaban and the effects of the Stuff hadn't rid him of that.
heterochrocatic: (So you're a tough guy)

[personal profile] heterochrocatic 2020-04-06 07:43 pm (UTC)(link)
Catra stares at the food. And stares. And stares. Her eyes are getting big and wide and round, pupils dilating. She hasn't seen anything like this before. Her food in the Fright Zone had always been ration bars, dull and barely flavored and usually too dry or too sticky or too... something.

"...That's food?" She asks, seemingly dumbfounded, then nods and wanders over to a nearby table to sit, tail flicking wildly as she stares over at Saturday's progress with the sandwiches.
wheyoftheadept: (Default)

[personal profile] wheyoftheadept 2020-04-06 07:46 pm (UTC)(link)
"Yep. Sandwiches. Bread's here, some lettuce and tomato - oh, but you wanna put some spread on first. Don't trust the mayo here, let's see - "

She narrates as she constructs the sandwiches, indicating what she's talking about as she talks about it, doing her best to clue Catra in without taking too teacherly a tone and stepping on toes.

Saturday's assessment of the Horde's childcare abilities is now somewhere in the negatives.