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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.


wheyoftheadept: (Default)

Re: G

[personal profile] wheyoftheadept 2020-04-07 01:37 am (UTC)(link)
"Yeah, and my pops gives me grief about the smell giving me away. I take precautions." She shrugs and pockets the box. "I picked it up when I wasn't quite myself and never put it down. Not sure why."

That's a lie, she's totally sure: she wants to remember the Other Saturday, to never forget where she could go if she ever stopped watching herself. But that's too complicated to explain.
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[personal profile] kingofneworleans 2020-04-07 01:45 am (UTC)(link)
"Oh, it's possible. It's jus' a pain in de derrier. I known a couple folks dat came back from de future doin' de Marty McFly t'ing. Wit' varying levels of success, so far." Since...they wouldn't know for a while if they'd managed to stop their home timelines or not. "Back home, usually done by somebody dat's got reality warpin' powers. An' let me tell you, petite. Ain't a one of dem dat ain't got more issues dan de library."
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[personal profile] wheyoftheadept 2020-04-07 01:49 am (UTC)(link)
"Reality warping?" Saturday blinks. "Like, making people see stuff that isn't really there?"

She has no context for this; where she's from, if you can do something like that, it's because you're something that should emphatically not be in the local realspace.
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[personal profile] firstsignofspring 2020-04-07 01:51 am (UTC)(link)
"Corps don't shiv, there has to be a need somewhere. Even if it's just to make some tie happier. Not really like any of this makes much sense, I figure."

She perks back up at the offer. Not inclined towards waiting around, this one. After all, how far COULD it be?

"Teamwork! I feel it. Hey spud, before I start using you as a ladder, what do I call you?"
badbot: (casual - talk)

[personal profile] badbot 2020-04-07 01:59 am (UTC)(link)
[ooc: LMAO OOPS sorry just had some computer keyboard problems just now!]

Proto Man is bored and irritated, which is why he's wandering around the rig. But when a motion catches his eye and he looks up, he's not usually expecting to see humans just hanging around upside down. That doesn't seem typical. But it does seem entertaining, so he stops for a moment waiting to see if she does anything interesting.

Which she doesn't. Boo.

"Hey you!" Proto Man calls out, with his hands cupped around his mouth. "You look like someone's hung you out to dry!"
firstsignofspring: (red robin but cooler)

[personal profile] firstsignofspring 2020-04-07 02:01 am (UTC)(link)
Carrie cannot object to this decision making process.

"Whoa there-"

Sorry Sirius, you're a very serious grizzled adult that has been to jail and all, but when the stapler snapped at you, resident teenage girl jumped in front protectively, indeterminate stance and at the ready.

"Yes sir! One delivery of small metal-" well, whatever line she was going to use got interrupted, as Carrie does indeed have to throw herself to the ground to dodge the promised staples, and prepares to duck some more.

"Yeah, I've got your time and distraction right here. Nail it down, Sir."
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Re: G

[personal profile] firstsignofspring 2020-04-07 02:07 am (UTC)(link)
[It's the weirdest feeling, like somewhere there's an ork making a :€ face at her.]

"Precautions, huh? ..Sure, I'll buy that, why not. 'Proper planning permits proper preparation'." Definitely was quoting someone else, a hint of gravel in her voice as she mimics.

"Pops, huh. You think-" Carrie looks out into the array of Stuff. Dizzying, alien.
"You think anyone knows, yet? That we're here?"
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[personal profile] partiallysquirrelblood 2020-04-07 02:08 am (UTC)(link)
"No worries, it's not the first time. Everyone on my first team except me was a mutant, so people just kind of ended up assuming I was one too for a while."

Calling themselves the the Great Lakes X-Men for a while probably had reinforced that. Mr. Immortal had been so excited by the idea that she hadn't really had the heart to tell him she wasn't one.

"Anyways it's kinda nice to know someone I vaguely know of by reputation is here? I mean, it stinks, and I wouldn't wish this place on my worst enemy but at least we're getting an awesome superhero team-up out of it, right?"

<Are you sure? Because seeing Doctor Doom deal with this might actually be kinda funny.>

"Until he tried to take over, anyways...which, y'know, now that I think about it? Doom being in charge of this place would probably be an improvement."
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[personal profile] masculinitea 2020-04-07 02:12 am (UTC)(link)
Face red, Vic hollers "Of course I'm fast! Bro, I'm the fastest! Just stay outta my way!"

He is based on a Clydesdale that's only slightly scaled down, a heavyset muscular horse with legs like tree trunks. This basically means he has a lot of momentum. It takes some time for him to get up to speed, and then he's fast but stopping or making precise turns are not his forte, or indeed his house at all.
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Re: G

[personal profile] wheyoftheadept 2020-04-07 02:15 am (UTC)(link)
"...yeah. Actually. At least, I know someone knows I'm here. Unless this is one of those jobs where time is passing faster here than back home - "

It's been three days. Maggie would be home by now, assuming no one sent her a watcher spirit as soon as they realized Saturday was missing. Home, and probably finding a way to blame herself for this shitshow.

"I have people looking for me," she says with confidence. "And when they find me, they're gonna burn this place to the ground."
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[personal profile] firstsignofspring 2020-04-07 02:18 am (UTC)(link)
Wow, even calls her a good girl the way Batman does. Cain is rapidly if tragically being mapped onto the 'authority figure' part of Carrie's brain.

"Aye! This is just like the simulations--"
Sliding underneath another incoming chair, she turns to the cowering staffers and begins to herd them with confidence. "Cha cha smooth, out of the way of the Boss's operation. You're on the rig, look to your training-"

Carrie dodges back from an incoming chair as she starts to voyage from the door, then gives him another look. Wow, a staff user and everything! She has full confidence in him.

"You have this, Sir?"
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A

[personal profile] gautiheir 2020-04-07 02:20 am (UTC)(link)
The redhead two seats down is working on his own plate with...well, not really gusto, but he's treating it a bit less like a chore than some of the others in the room.

"I mean, it could be worse," he offers. "There is, at least, something recognizable as food, and there seems to be enough of it."

It's hard to complain too loudly about what you're eating after you've been through a bad winter in Faerghus.
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Re: G

[personal profile] firstsignofspring 2020-04-07 02:23 am (UTC)(link)
"Uh-huh. One of those jobs? You sound like a professional at all this. Figures someone's gotta be."

Well, it's the least Carrie can do to try and match this woman's confidence, even as somewhere Maggie is Definitely blaming herself.

"I'm sure the Boss is looking for me too. He can do anything. Even if - I'm probably so fired for letting myself get caught. Then we'll take this nasty-"

Carrie cuts herself off, remembering the introductory shocks. She wants to figure out where this place's lines are before she starts pushing them.
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[personal profile] gautiheir 2020-04-07 02:25 am (UTC)(link)
[ Sylvain's understanding of the tech is no better, but it's been a long enough day that he's reached the point of "just call it magic and don't think too hard about it." With as much as they have to worry about, he's having to come up with a priority list.

Also not on his list of worries is "eloquent thank yous," considering the company he keeps back home, so he shows no apparent offense at the lukewarm display of gratitude. ]


Well, it certainly cheapens what ought to be an honest gesture of human warmth and sincerity, that's for sure.
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[personal profile] gautiheir 2020-04-07 02:28 am (UTC)(link)
[ He knows that look. It's not something he gets to see much, but reading Ingrid is not exactly difficult, after two decades and change of practice.

He sighs. He knows that look, and... ]


Just go ahead and get it out of your system.

[ He's well, well aware that he's earned this particular epithet, crude though it may be. ]
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[personal profile] firstsignofspring 2020-04-07 02:32 am (UTC)(link)
[No worries!]

She doesn't seem too phased by the situation, so maybe it is typical after all. A wiggle to the side, a wiggle to the other side. Still hanging, though.

"Shyeah, nah. I'm just applying some direct problem solving."

Which is, of course, why she's still stuck there.

".. Okay, maybe it's not real smooth."
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Re: G

[personal profile] wheyoftheadept 2020-04-07 02:33 am (UTC)(link)
"Eh, professional might be pushing it, but I do get paid." She stares out at the Stuff, and breathes in night air and tobacco. "Everyone here is from somewhere different, it seems. We can't be the only ones with people looking for us. I wonder if Jorg's thought about that, at all."

Then she shakes her head. "Hell, I haven't even got your name yet. I'm Saturday."
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2m.

[personal profile] firstsignofspring 2020-04-07 02:40 am (UTC)(link)
Carrie groans a little, in complaint.

And then a second groan, but appreciative this time.

"Thanks for relieving the squeeze. Hey, figured it has to run or dry out eventually, shyeah?" She hesitates one moment, but it's Saturday, so she admits in an undertone -
"Whatever it is they do to fire or make redundant people here, I'm not finding out like this. Seems easier to contain the mess."
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A

[personal profile] varunastra 2020-04-07 02:42 am (UTC)(link)
Serph, human-passing though he may be, is having problems of his own with the door. His own attempts aren't so much foiled by persistent crankiness as by a very new, still developing understanding of the production and display of emotion, in the first place. It's only very recently that the residents of the Junkyard began developing emotions, and more recently still that they started to acquire the vocabulary to name these odd, mysterious intrusions into The Way Things Always Were.

The idea of faking an emotion, or the appearance of one, is still very much a mystery. Serph's displays have always been more muted than those of his comrades, but also always genuine. His smiles are faint, fleeting - and have never once been anything less than a completely accurate reflection of his mental state.

So here he is, standing in front of the sensor, the occasional slight twitch in his features only making him look all the more at a loss, like he's not sure which muscles he's supposed to be moving.

He's not trying to be difficult about this!
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[personal profile] greatlyexaggerated 2020-04-07 02:44 am (UTC)(link)
[So there really is no analogous experience in Cain's history to really be understanding this situation of a talking cat. Even demonic influence tends to look a lot more tentacle-y or unknowable-horror-of-the-warp than that. Has he finally lost the plot? Has he finally snapped his single string to sanity, this capture on Piper 90 being the one straw too many after endless narrow escapes? Is this his subconscious yelling at him, tired of his own pretensions and personas?]

[So he opens his mouth. Closes his mouth.]

[And starts powerwalking away.]
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[personal profile] uhohspaghettios 2020-04-07 02:46 am (UTC)(link)
[Salem shakes his head, tail twitching in annoyance.]

It's laziness, is what it is. That's the problem with this generation, no work ethic. When I was his age I was already plotting world domination, and he can't even muster up the effort to draw some dicks on important paperwork.
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Re: G

[personal profile] firstsignofspring 2020-04-07 02:50 am (UTC)(link)
"They must've. Everything about the rest of this op seems too calculated for them to have just forgotten that. At least my parents probably don't know yet."

She looks over, giving Saturday a wan smile.

"I'm-" there's a pause. The smile decreases a little. Is there anyone here this would matter to now? Is it even going to? Not like Bruce has worked to keep a secret identity in over a year, though.

"I'm Carrie. Carrie Kelley. Or you can call me Robin. Saturday's a fieldname, right?"
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Re: 2m.

[personal profile] wheyoftheadept 2020-04-07 02:54 am (UTC)(link)
"Use the right tools, then. Right now you're just tracking shit all over." Saturday comes over with the bucket and sets it firmly down by Carrie. "Tend to that. I'll take over here."

The mop is removed from Carrie's hands, and Saturday commences to clean with the vigorous efficiency of someone raised by the kind of person who believes students cleaning the training hall after class taught discipline and respect.

(he was right, too. well, mostly.)
gempathizing: (oh jeez)

[personal profile] gempathizing 2020-04-07 02:57 am (UTC)(link)
[ There's something inherently reassuring about picking up a person who has a way to keep their balance instead of getting rolled around. Like a little note from the universe that says, "hey, look at that, it's not as big of a goof-up as it could have been. A human? With powers? Maybe the little cool-down will help along the thinking process."

Steven is plenty willing to accept that memo. And her response is enough to pull a chuckle out of him, if a bit of a nervous one. ]


Yeah, tell me about it. And they already know the value of teamwork. [ Can't teach his way out of this one. ] Oh-- it's gonna be okay, though! Just regrouping for a sec! You've got nothing to worry about.
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Re: G

[personal profile] wheyoftheadept 2020-04-07 02:58 am (UTC)(link)
"That it is." Saturday is pleased that the kid gets it. "Nice to meet you, Robin."

Handles feel safer, even if HR has their wallet names on file somewhere.