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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] heterochrocatic 2020-04-06 11:45 pm (UTC)(link)
"No. That's the weird part. I got... teleported up to Horde Prime's ship and then I was gonna get tossed in a cell with Sparkles. And then fell asleep and... here I am?" She shakes her head.

"The whole portal debacle was ages ago." Wait, crap. She had let too much slip. She shuts her mouth into a grim line. Oops.
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[personal profile] tarnishedavenger 2020-04-06 11:47 pm (UTC)(link)
A jock centaur. With a hairstyle that's giving him flashbacks to the 80s. Someone was testing him.

Well, whatever. He'd take whatever help he could get. The machine whines at the resistance and he grits his teeth, trying not to imagine the messy little stain he's about to make. Felt like his entire spine was fusing. "Just a bit," he says, voice strained in that semi-casual 'oh God, I'm about to die but I can't be seen just freaking out about it' tone. "Think you could-nn!-could do me a little favor and, uh. Hit stop?"

Just a little favor. Small. No biggie, after all.
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[personal profile] partiallysquirrelblood 2020-04-06 11:51 pm (UTC)(link)
"These vegetables are pretty wilted, too." Although, given the situation, she guesses she should be at least a little thankful there was a vegetarian option at all. Tippy-Toe had swiped a few cherry tomatoes for herself too.

Doreen looks at the man sharing her table. She's pretty sure she should know who he is, his name is on the tip of her tongue, but right now she's drawing something of a blank.

"Okay, this is going to sound kind crazy, 'cause I'm pretty sure we've never met? But do I know you from somewhere or something?"
Edited 2020-04-06 23:52 (UTC)
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[personal profile] tarnishedavenger 2020-04-06 11:51 pm (UTC)(link)
Silently, he just turns to look at Saint. His expression is. Not impressed.
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[personal profile] purple_paradox 2020-04-06 11:52 pm (UTC)(link)
"Ah."

Yeah, that was weird.

"Are you sure you want to do that?" he asked, a little concerned. "Knowing how Jorgmund operates, I wouldn't be surprised if they try to punish you for 'tampering with company property' or something like that."

He didn't exactly like being under the thumb of bureaucrats and pencil pushers, but he also didn't want to see anyone receiving the 'corrective punishment' that he'd been told of in his so-called orientation.
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[personal profile] grimbiker 2020-04-06 11:55 pm (UTC)(link)
Who better to take advice from than a teen? May they speak now or forever hold their peace. No? Then the teen it was.

There was a hint of a smile on Sirius's gaunt face. "Your wish..." He advanced on the stapler, which lunged forward and snapped at him.

Sirius jumped back. He'd already been on the receiving end of that stapler's projectile weapon. Once stapled, twice shy.

"Can you distract it? It shoots small metal things."
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[personal profile] wheyoftheadept 2020-04-06 11:56 pm (UTC)(link)
Saturday raises an eyebrow. "More stuff you don't wanna talk about?"

Without waiting for an answer, she sips her coffee and continues. "Anyway, I asked cause I've been spending the last three months getting hucked through portals. Thought we would commiserate."
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[personal profile] wheyoftheadept 2020-04-06 11:59 pm (UTC)(link)
"Yeah, it's called a cigarette. Tobacco? It's a kind of plant you dry out and smoke, makes you feel calm and focused at the same time. Picked up the habit when I wasn't - exactly myself, long story - never put it down."

She pulls one out and lights it, stepping across the room to reach up on her toes and open the very small window placed very high up. Which she then stands under. It cuts through the acrid drift of the smoke, but not all the way.

"If the smell bothers you, just say so."
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[personal profile] morebetter 2020-04-07 12:00 am (UTC)(link)
For similar reasons, Mac didn't have the normal college experience, or any college experience. Maybe if he'd been an incredibly attentive, intelligent and hardworking student, instead of the dim slacking son of a meth dealer, some thoughtful teacher would have set him on a path to getting scholarships or at least going to trade school - but that's neither the kid Mac was nor the setting he grew up in, and as such the instant he got out of high school he started scrounging for the most efficient way to never learn anything again.

"Oh shit, really?" Mac says that as if the concept of the person he's talking to being the person who was supposed to show up is some kind of intense foreign idea he couldn't have possibly been expected to conceive or prepare for by not, you know, talking shit about that person. "Well, in that case, you're on the hook for pizza."

He gestures at the scattered pieces of bunk bed, chair, desk and what appears to maybe have approximating a dresser at one point but now is likely to never reach a greater contribution to this world than firewood. "Feng shui, that's what I was going for. You know, I'm really into that minimalism vibe, which is where Catholicism and Buddhism really overlap. You get your piety and you get your sweet roundhouse kicks, and the house to match it."

He gets that Ben was kind of putting him down, but fuck it, may as well be friendly with your future roommate.
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[personal profile] monkey_wrench 2020-04-07 12:06 am (UTC)(link)
[As the elevator suddenly grinds to halt between floors and the doors stay stubbornly closed, Jack’s stomach drops. Steven might not have an issue with enclosed spaces but someone on this lift apparently does. They kind of terrified him, honestly. Not near enough to keep him off the elevator all together but enough that the prospect of being stuck in here quickly gives him a spike of panic and anxious nausea. Clutching the box of files he’d been arbitrarily ordered to move from one office space to another, he groans miserably.]

Doesn’t anything on this junk palace work like it’s supposed to?

[Looking warily over at his fellow elevator captive when he chimes in, the nervous attempt to lighten the mood ends up earning Steven a scathing glare. Oh yeah, that’s just what this personal hell was missing, awkward small talk. Perfect.

He’s close to telling Curly to stow it till they’re in less danger of being plunged to their deaths, when the conversation takes a sudden turn into the slightly weird and he ends up blinking at the other teen like he just spat a math equation at him.
]

Uh...Sure…[Numb agreement is all he can think to give for a moment. That was weird, right? It wasn’t just him? It almost sounded like one of Omi’s butchered colloquialisms but less awkward. Or at least, a different kind of awkward. Why space in particular?] Okay. That’s way too specific a nonsequitur to not have some kind of story behind it.
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[personal profile] malfoysance 2020-04-07 12:08 am (UTC)(link)
Suspicious, but mollified by her admission that the plan will only be with her approval, Draco cautiously approaches the intersection. She went first, after all, so he knows its safe enough to approach. If a jinxed writing utensil was going to eat someone's face, she would already be yelling.

"Of course, I see the door. It's less than 20 metres away, and you're pointing at it." It's a wonder the world has survived this long, if he thought about, because everyone else must have the perception of a blind slug. "What does that have to do with the thing that crawled under the desk?"
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[personal profile] malfoysance 2020-04-07 12:21 am (UTC)(link)
"A lighter?" Draco hissed at him, not moving from his designated safe spot. "What - actually, I don't care. Why is it that I am stuck here with you lot, with enchanted furniture running about, and no one has a bloody wand? No one believes that story about Stuff."

The not-gentle scuttling sounds of the table seemed to be drawing nearer. "You're a Muggle - use an axe!"
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[personal profile] thewholeofthemoon 2020-04-07 12:26 am (UTC)(link)
It was just too much.

Remus's back found a wall and he slid down, exhaustion hitting too hard.

He should run. But without his wand, at least Sirius couldn't kill him.

Now that he wasn't moving, it was easier to see that the past year hadn't been any easier on Remus. Though Sirius likely hadn't expected it to. The light wouldn't pick up the extra strands of white in his blond hair. That would take daylight or much better lighting. But what it did show as Remus crossed his arms on his knees was a few healing cuts on his arms, the sleeves riding up as he put his head down.

"Leave me be, Sirius," he finally said, voice colored with exhaustion from the night before. "Haven't you done enough?"
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[personal profile] valkywhee 2020-04-07 12:29 am (UTC)(link)
I kill big scary monsters profess--whoops.

[Nora cuts herself off as she sees Cain go down. She should probably get over there before his dignity suffers any lethal injuries. The chair she's been using as a melee weapon is looking the worse for wear, so she hurls it at a cluster of its still mobile compatriots, then wades through the hostile furniture, kicking or tossing chairs out of her way to reach Cain.]

We should clear out.

[Actually, he should clear out, but he's acting like he won't leave if Nora doesn't. Brave, if kinda stupid. She offers a hand, ready to pull him to his feet with her impossible strength.]
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[personal profile] kingofneworleans 2020-04-07 12:32 am (UTC)(link)
And Remy's been around more than a few people who give off that air. Luckily, several of them have been on his side.

He picks up the bottle, taking a look over it before taking the top off and giving it a sniff. "Hmm. Bit weak for me, but anyt'ing dat might make dis taste better's a start." Which is why he adds...more than a few drops to the food. Not necessarily to add flavor, but also because it would add some heat. And heat made everything...not better, but tolerable, at least in his opinion. "Merci, petite."
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[personal profile] kingofneworleans 2020-04-07 12:36 am (UTC)(link)
Remy glances over and shakes his head. "Kinda like dis. Edible, but you ain't gonna like it." There were...probably some vegetables in what he had. Not that Remy could tell.

The question makes him look up again, raising an eyebrow. "Well. Been on de news a few times. Back home, at least. But I heard say dat not everybody here is from de same place, so can't be too sure how you'd know me." Another look over her. "If we were home, I'd make a guess at you bein' a mutant, too, though."

The tail kinda gives it away.
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[personal profile] wheyoftheadept 2020-04-07 12:38 am (UTC)(link)
Between you, me, and the fourth wall: powerful Logan energies.

"No problem. You new around here?"

She's got almost as much hot sauce on her plate as he's put on his, and is eating at a fantastic rate which shows no sign of slowing. Either she's starving, or she's trying not to taste it.

"I'm Saturday."
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[personal profile] walkingballpit 2020-04-07 12:39 am (UTC)(link)
Annoying news? Robbie had lead the cantankerous table down a deserted hallway deliberately, intending to blast it to splinters, and the approach of someone else meant that he couldn't dispatch the demon decor. The hallway's too narrow, and the oak is too thick to risk it with people around.

But then people are threatening to fight the furniture, and the voice is so familiar that Robbie physically and mentally blinks. "Did-"

The desk rebounds off the table and smacks him clean in the face, knocking him back against the wall.

Desk, table, Squirrel Girl, squirrel, Speedball, and balls. So many kinetic energy balls bouncing around the right angles of the hallway that space is even tighter now, but it's much less of a worry. "Are you really using inanimate objects to fight animate inanimate objects?"
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[personal profile] heterochrocatic 2020-04-07 12:40 am (UTC)(link)
"I need you to run for it." With that, Catra shoves Draco out into the corridor between rows of desks.
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[personal profile] kingofneworleans 2020-04-07 12:42 am (UTC)(link)
That's what he was thinking, Monsieur Wall.

"Ain't we all?" That had been his thinking, at least. Then again, who knows?

He's impressed with the way she's putting away food. To be fair, he normally does the same, even with food he likes. High metabolisms are a bitch.

"Pleasure, Saturday." How's he going to make a nick name out of that? Needs thought. "I'm Remy."

She didn't offer her last name, he won't offer his. First names are fine.
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[personal profile] likeits1999 2020-04-07 12:55 am (UTC)(link)
[ Kevin wades in with Dave, snapping into everything-is-terrible mode. Except unlike usual he doesn't have a nervous dog at his knee and a bunch of vampires. ]

Hey man, what gives?

[ He's asking somebody in a security uniform carrying a lamp. When the guy turns around, he's holding the thing tightly like a barely-contained cat, and it's thrashing. The cord whips around like a lashing tail.

"Can't you listen? There's been a Stuff leak and we've got anomalies on all decks!" ]
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[personal profile] wheyoftheadept 2020-04-07 12:56 am (UTC)(link)
"Pleasure's mine, Remy." She finishes off the plate and takes a long drink of, uh, milk, of all things. "Where you from?"

Her right arm, resting on the table, is metallic; somehow she's removed the sleeves of her jumpsuit, and the engraving on it are clearly visible. They appear to be a stylized recounting of various Deeds and Victories: the one he can see most easily from here seems to show her and two other standing in front of what's maybe a portal; two of them are on their knees, and the third is in the process of becoming a dragon. The whole thing is surrounded by a border of... abstract insect parts?
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[personal profile] tarnishedavenger 2020-04-07 12:56 am (UTC)(link)
Armstrong doesn't really get on well with cops, what with being a wanted criminal and all, but what neither of them know won't hurt them. And he wouldn't turn down a helping hand anyway. Not if he still wanted to walk around, not making accordion noises with every step.

He moves out smoothly, practically gliding like he's been greased, but that restrained groan as he stands up again probably tells a truer story. His muscles are still screaming, telling him that he needs to go limp and just relax, but he's not about to just collapse. He will, though, walk in a small circle, pressing both fists into the small of his back.

It's about the fourth or fifth circle that he finally stops with a sigh and shakes his head, rolling his shoulders. Okay. Almost got crushed to death. Feeling better. Armstrong turns and, with a grateful little smile, nods his head. "Thank you. Not sure what quite went wrong there, but that was going to be..." He pauses, watching the press return to normal. "...Messy."
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[personal profile] heterochrocatic 2020-04-07 12:59 am (UTC)(link)
Catra's smart reply is cut off as Saturday shifts topics and Catra gives a faint 'ah' of acknowledgment.

"No, uhm. I haven't been through that many portals recently."
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[personal profile] wheyoftheadept 2020-04-07 12:59 am (UTC)(link)
2m. CLEAN UP FUN

Good thing she made some friends. Saturday lounges against the doorframe, holding a bucket and a washcloth.

"Maybe clean your foot, first?"