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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.


garmr: (pic#13331541)

[personal profile] garmr 2020-04-06 09:41 pm (UTC)(link)
Her metal arm truly looked like it functioned on magic - but he knew better than to stare. He could tell she was agile and quick, and he couldn't help but be reminded of someone else he knew. In that light, it made sense that she'd be a fighter - but that thought only lingers for second. It didn't help anyone to fixate on bittersweet memories.

Guts finds himself comfortable enough to emerge from his sheets and sit on the edge of the bed. Their furniture looked comically small in comparison once he actually stretched his legs onto the floor.

"That's true. Feels a little less strange when all you gotta do is bash a table. The training sessions ain't bad either - even if none of the machines make much sense to me."
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Carrie Kelley [Robin] | DC

[personal profile] firstsignofspring 2020-04-06 09:43 pm (UTC)(link)
[I am also a new DWRP player, so please tell me if there’s something I’m missing!]
1c. LEFT TURN
Sure, Carrie knows exactly where she’s going. Really. She has a piece of string, and some arcane scribbling on her hand that indicates she has been mapping the place.
Except this hallway is starting to look horribly familiar, especially the authorized personnel sign blinking over the doorway that she keeps shooting looks at, and isn’t at all tempted to peek in. Really.
“Okay, two down and two left over from the mess, and another flight up, after which you sidle onwards-“ Carrie is reciting down to her hand as she rounds the corner (again), not looking up.

1e. SPECIAL DELIVERY
Okay, some dumb guard. No big deal, should be plenty easy to go around.
Except now there’s Carrie hanging upside down from the rigging outdoors, red hair flopped in her face and shivering in her cold weather overalls. Carrie got herself up one floor just fine, but now she’s holding herself in place with her legs, while her hands - are occupied holding the package.
“Phooey,” Carrie says to no one in particular. “This has gone a bit billy.”

2m. CLEAN UP FUN
The scene is illustrative.
One crumpled, no longer maniacally attacking printer, check.
One teen girl with a fist and foot covered in ink after beating the tar out of it, check.
One incredibly bummed out teen girl trying to mop up, including turning around and handling her own footprints every few steps.

w i l d c a r d
wheyoftheadept: (Default)

[personal profile] wheyoftheadept 2020-04-06 09:43 pm (UTC)(link)
"Things are gonna be cutthroat here, too. That's why you have each other's backs." She reclaims her pickle and finishes it.

"The other people from Etheria who're here, it sounds like there's a history. Is it really bad enough that you'd still consider them a bigger enemy than Jorg?"
firstsignofspring: (red)

I

[personal profile] firstsignofspring 2020-04-06 09:43 pm (UTC)(link)
“Oh, backfire for sure,” chirps the redheaded teen that unexpectedly entered the room - and the fight - via dropkick a minute or two ago.

“But it might teach us something about them before they turn into some sort of metal army conglomerate, I figure.”
firstsignofspring: (a bean)

G

[personal profile] firstsignofspring 2020-04-06 09:44 pm (UTC)(link)
Looking up at the sky reveals a redheaded teen girl - maybe 14, 15? blinking back down at her owlishly behind green glasses, where she’s perched precariously on top of a beam.

The glasses - green, colorful, almost visor like, may seem weird to a lot of other visitors, but to Saturday? They’d fit right in with the sixth world.

“You step real smooth.”
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K

[personal profile] firstsignofspring 2020-04-06 09:45 pm (UTC)(link)
Carrie is peeking out in the hallway right under his arm with him. She grinned and said hello cheerfully enough a few minutes ago, but the moment the enemy appeared, she snapped into a different mode. Focused, quiet, a spring wound up and ready to go.

“Y’think so? I miss my wheels.”

She looks between them and the table, gauging the distance. “Think it might have screw loose, weak side on the right.”
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i.

[personal profile] firstsignofspring 2020-04-06 09:46 pm (UTC)(link)
Carrie wasn’t expecting a cavalry, especially not uh - whatever’s going on here.

“I had it covered,” she sulks.

“And I think you just made it mad, boss,” Carrie continues in an unwitting echo of Tippy-Toe.

Not that she can’t appreciate how light on her foot the other woman is. Maybe between the two of them - Carrie ducks and rolls to shove the thankfully inanimate desk the woman brought right into the path of the table’s charging… uh, legs?
firstsignofspring: (chilling)

B.

[personal profile] firstsignofspring 2020-04-06 09:47 pm (UTC)(link)
The redheaded teen with the tragically unfortunate timing gives Sam a cheeky smile under her glasses. “Figure pressing them makes you feel a bit better. C’mon, button pressing is a little aces, right?”

She pokes at the buttons herself a few times to illustrate her point, then Carrie takes mercy. “Think we can shimmy our way out of here?”
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[personal profile] wheyoftheadept 2020-04-06 09:50 pm (UTC)(link)
"Yeah, the gym is like, the only good thing about this place." She can't help a little grin and nods towards his elbow. "We should spar sometime, once they kit you with some chrome."

She's sitting cross legged now, sleep forgotten, and fishes around her bedsheets for the smokes she liberated from the executive lounge on her errand to the c-suite.

"You smoke? Or mind if I do?"
heterochrocatic: (029 » And I hope the junkyard)

[personal profile] heterochrocatic 2020-04-06 09:50 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Catra's face conveys a complete lack of comprehension of what she's been called. But what she does do is laugh. A snorting, wheezy giggle that explodes into full on laughter. ]

You think that machines have spirits and that incense makes them happy? That's really funny. Wow. [ She's full on howling with laughter now. ]

I've met some stupid people but that has to be one of the stupidest things I've ever heard.
wheyoftheadept: (Default)

Re: G

[personal profile] wheyoftheadept 2020-04-06 09:51 pm (UTC)(link)
Saturday looks up.

"...beg pardon, chummer?"
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[personal profile] heterochrocatic 2020-04-06 09:52 pm (UTC)(link)
"Yes. Maybe. I don't know," Catra says, her voice turning into a sullen snap at the mention of Adora.

"It's complicated." She's finished her food and coffee and has nothing to do with her hands now, so she leans her chin into them both, looking at Saturday over the table.
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i.

[personal profile] firstsignofspring 2020-04-06 09:55 pm (UTC)(link)
Wow, someone large, fight-y but acrobatic, and looking heroic on the frontlines and sounding authoritative? She goes into soldier mode.

“Yes sir!” Carrie snaps back instantaneously, intercepting one chair with a flying kick-tackle that doesn’t exactly look smooth, but hey, it works. Especially when it’s some random redheaded 14 year old girl.

“I’ll get them out, sir!”
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[personal profile] wheyoftheadept 2020-04-06 09:55 pm (UTC)(link)
"Complicated how?" Saturday is a very patient conversational predator, you see, and she will get the deets one way or another. "Because you'd be amazed how much a common enemy simplifies things."
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Re: G

[personal profile] firstsignofspring 2020-04-06 09:59 pm (UTC)(link)
"You step all quiet like, almost didn't hear you until you were there."

She doesn't seem inclined to hop down, but Carrie does shift over to make room on the beam if needed - maybe this is manners. Or maybe she's just too busy staring off into the sights off the top deck.

"Nice night for it, I guess."

Carrie sounds thrilled. Really. Not at all upset and homesick.
wheyoftheadept: (Default)

Re: G

[personal profile] wheyoftheadept 2020-04-06 10:06 pm (UTC)(link)
Saturday leans back against the rig's railing, not hopping up but able to keep polite eye contact with the kid.

"It's not so bad. The Stuff makes pretty colors."

Her lack of coat makes her metal arm obvious.
heterochrocatic: (009 » I'm the bad guy duh)

[personal profile] heterochrocatic 2020-04-06 10:08 pm (UTC)(link)
"It's not your business," Catra retors sharply.

"It just is, as far as you're concerned." She might be grateful for the food, but she really doesn't want to go digging into her history. Especially when Adora is involved.
wheyoftheadept: (Default)

[personal profile] wheyoftheadept 2020-04-06 10:13 pm (UTC)(link)
"All right." Saturday shrugs and goes back to eating.
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Re: G

[personal profile] firstsignofspring 2020-04-06 10:14 pm (UTC)(link)
"Sh'yeah, sure. It also makes ravenous office furniture. Give me city lights on the smog any night."

Yeah, that's definitely a sulking homesick kid.

Carrie peers down, noting the arm, but the remnants of some kind of manners before she turned into a feral Batkid keeps her from asking. Yet. Still, her eyes are taking it all in.
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Remus Lupin | Harry Potter

[personal profile] thewholeofthemoon 2020-04-06 10:16 pm (UTC)(link)
C. SHOULD'VE TAKEN THAT LEFT TURN

It wasn't like Remus wasn't USED to buildings with strange halls that seemed to shift around. After all, he wasn't that long out of Hogwarts and that had often been an adventure in having to leave early to get to class, just in case the entire staircase shifted around.

But that had a rhyme and reason to it. Well. It had a pattern to it. As far as Remus could tell, neither were true of the halls in the Rig. Though, perhaps, it didn't help a jot that they all seemed to look the same.

He took another left turn and stood in the middle of the hall, blinking at the dead end. "All right. Well, that's something new, at least."

G. NO REST FOR THE WICKED

The Rig was loud.

It didn't help that Remus was actually entirely too tired to really sleep. It was a common problem on the night after the full moon, though. Usually he was achy and too exhausted to find a comfortable position to sleep in. And though the Muggle healers here had given him something for the pain, that hadn't done a thing for the exhaustion.

Or the sound.

Or the cold.

Well. He had a spell for the sound, but lacked the focus. After half an hour of laying in bed, waiting for sleep to find him, Remus got up and pulled on a coat, blowing into his hands as he left the room and started walking. Perhaps that would help his mind to settle.
somnioergosum: (Mister Sandman bring me a dream)

[personal profile] somnioergosum 2020-04-06 10:22 pm (UTC)(link)
His trust in Stacia was quickly dropping to negative levels. Sure, Stacia could be just another harmless teenager girl. Or she could be ready to put a bullet in the head of the next Dreamer she found. With the way she was talking, Ronan wasn't about to take that chance. In fact, if she paid close attention, Stacia could see that her explanation caused him far more genuine agitation than the nickname.

"Fuck off," he said firmly. His jaw clenched but not as hard as his fist did. "I'm not your project. I'm not your puzzle. And I'm not your cupcake." He didn't dare take his eyes off her now.

He gave her his real name, he thought before realizing it probably didn't matter. She'd find out eventually it wasn't like it was a secret.
fromfryingpantofire: (A - Smile)

[personal profile] fromfryingpantofire 2020-04-06 10:25 pm (UTC)(link)
Sam sits up as she approaches again, then smiles. At least he doesn't look annoyed at being spoken to. "I know, my form probably isn't that great. I'm not a professional or anything, so any tips would be appreciated."

It's not like he doesn't know it. He's used to running for his life or running to somewhat keep in shape. But a little help couldn't go awry.
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Re: G

[personal profile] wheyoftheadept 2020-04-06 10:26 pm (UTC)(link)
"I like the ravenous furniture. You get to break it, and then Jorg has to replace it. That sparks joy."

She takes a drag.

"Where're you from?"

((edit bc I keep forgetting we're dressed in horrible jumpsuits))
Edited 2020-04-06 22:28 (UTC)
fromfryingpantofire: (A - Hmm)

[personal profile] fromfryingpantofire 2020-04-06 10:32 pm (UTC)(link)
Sam shakes his head as he steps back. "No, not the buttons. Just this elevator entirely. It doesn't make any sense, you know?"

He looks up at the ceiling again, obviously thinking. "Well. Most elevators have some sort of hatch in the top for maintenance." He reaches up, pressing his fingertips in various places along the top of the elevator before-- "Ah-ha." A hatch pushed up, but not enough to be able to be pushed up. "There an exit, at least."
likeits1999: (And they don't stop comin')

[personal profile] likeits1999 2020-04-06 10:40 pm (UTC)(link)
Kevin is getting increasingly bewildered by all these lovely baked goods, but he's also a vampire getting hemmed in by a bunch of folding chairs alongside a centaur bro. It's definitely going on the to-ask-later list though.

He'll take the distraction and change in plan all too gladly.

"Yeah c'mon, I bet we can lose 'em! I'm fast! You're fast, right?"

Horses are fast, horse guys should be fast, that's like. How math works.