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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.


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[personal profile] malfoysance 2020-04-08 01:40 am (UTC)(link)
There's no coherent conspiracy theory taking shape in his head, as yet, but the explanations that they've been given sound like the sort of barely coherent fever-dream excuses that the Ministry was putting out while the Dark Lord amassed power again.

He doesn't like to give the Ministry credit, but they certainly tried harder than 'Stuff.' "I don't know! Wherever Muggles keep axes. I told you - I don't have my wand. I can't just say 'Accio axe' and have it come to me."
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Re: No. No, they are not. Especially when it comes to mutants.

[personal profile] wheyoftheadept 2020-04-08 01:41 am (UTC)(link)
Saturday laughs a little. "Yeah, that's not us. So where did you aptitudes lie?"

She's almost certain she knows the answer to this question - but that's half the fun.
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[personal profile] wheyoftheadept 2020-04-08 01:43 am (UTC)(link)
"Pile anything broken in the hall outside, someone's coming around to pick things up." Saturday focuses on a particularly tough stain. "And that was the idea - discipline and focus in all things."

Saturday has already gotten up half the inkspill.
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[personal profile] kingofneworleans 2020-04-08 01:45 am (UTC)(link)
Remy pauses, considering the way to answer that. Oh, he's got his suspicions about the girl. You live around thieves and the like as long as he has? You get a sense about it.

Still. It's not the sort of thing you say out loud. Generally. "Let's jus' say I specialize in testin' security systems an'...item reclamation."

Just that the people he tends to reclaim items for weren't always the original owners. Every man has a price, after all, and Remy gets paid well for what he does.
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[personal profile] wheyoftheadept 2020-04-08 01:47 am (UTC)(link)
"Oh, I do odd jobs," Saturday says, somewhat dismissively. "Whatever needs doing. My experience with alternate dimensions and portalhopping doesn't actually have anything to do with that - I was on a job when everything kicked off, but the job... wasn't supposed to be this."

Absolutely none of this was ever part of the plan. Not that Saturday had had a plan, and looking back, that was the whole problem, wasn't it?
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[personal profile] wheyoftheadept 2020-04-08 01:54 am (UTC)(link)
"Sounds like we're in a similar line of work. Fair number of folk like that on the rig. Makes a body wonder."

Saturday was always more on the muscle and grift side of things, but she appreciates a good thief. A thief and a face work together like peanut butter and jelly.

And there do seem to be an oddly high assortment of rogues, scoundrels, and outcasts landing feet first in this mess. Saturday used to believe in coincidence, but not anymore. Everything in her life always ends up tangled like a bag of snakes.
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[personal profile] heterochrocatic 2020-04-08 02:01 am (UTC)(link)
"This was faster. And you're fine, quit whining," Catra replies. She inhales sharply, then takes a menacing step towards Draco.

"You can outrun one of those stupid mice, but you can't outrun me." Catra says, pointedly examining the claws on one hand. "Just something to think about when you're talking."
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[personal profile] kingofneworleans 2020-04-08 02:03 am (UTC)(link)
"Dat it does, petite. Dat it does." Because these sorts of things never pull just random people in. There's a rhyme and reason somewhere, even if the pattern isn't immediately seen.

He may not believe in destiny or fate any more, but he's never been a fan of coincidence, either.

He hmms in thought. "'Course, reckon we're gonna en' wit' a good number of de hero sort as well." Not that he's going to admit to that one himself.
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[personal profile] firstsignofspring 2020-04-08 02:04 am (UTC)(link)
"Yessir!" Carrie chirps again.

She absolutely has placed confidence in him, however Cain's confidence in her ability to get the lollygagging office workers moving might not've been at the same level. Getting herded by a teen does seem to be beyond their milling mass, though a few have edged their way out.
One man seems to be even gearing up for an 'um actually.'

Carrie makes to sweep a chair out of their path, gets knocked down instead by surprise, um, legs? To the back.

"-Urck! I don't think this is sitting well with them, Sir!"

Not a pun. Really. Honest.
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[personal profile] gautiheir 2020-04-08 02:05 am (UTC)(link)
"If we're eating and I can choke it down without holding my nose, I'm going to call it a victory. I mean, I've had much better, but I've also had much worse."

He's explored the full range of culinary talents just among his own classmates at the academy. No matter how bad things look, he can always remind himself: It wasn't made by Flayn.
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[personal profile] wheyoftheadept 2020-04-08 02:12 am (UTC)(link)
"There's more overlap than people reckon." Saturday almost smiles at that, before it pulls down into a frown as she remembers, again, that her people aren't here and she's all alone. So instead she finishes off her plate, and contemplates trying to sweet-talk more out of the servers or just coming back later.
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[personal profile] heterochrocatic 2020-04-08 02:13 am (UTC)(link)
"Well, that's why I have these. Kinda hard to take..." Catra lifts a hand to show off wicked retractable claws and grins.
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[personal profile] firstsignofspring 2020-04-08 02:14 am (UTC)(link)
"Sam Winchester. Nice to meet you then. Things being what they are."

She's not exactly sure where the moniker of Robin stands right now either, considering she's probably super fired, but if this guy isn't using fieldnames... Not that she knows Winchester practically is one at this point.

"I'd be a little concerned if you said elevators specifically, really. Okay, gimme a hand up." She'll continue making smalltalk as they do. "What's your game then, spud?"
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[personal profile] garmr 2020-04-08 02:18 am (UTC)(link)
Not too long ago, he might've growled out some other rude thing to really emphasize his whole 'stay the hell away from me' vibe that permeated his face and body language. Luckily, he's mellowed out a bit since then, and can recognize her gesture is a well-intentioned one.

The awkward silence will draw out a little bit longer after she speaks. He looks down at her food, then at at his own plate. Stubborn and without much social graces, it seems. He points at the fork with the tip of his knife.

"Think you can keep it still with that?"

He supposes an extra hand wouldn't hurt.
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[personal profile] wheyoftheadept 2020-04-08 02:19 am (UTC)(link)
"Woof - nice hardware. They come cherry or did you have then installed?" Saturday admires the gleam of them, without needing to feign. They are very sharp.
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[personal profile] gautiheir 2020-04-08 02:23 am (UTC)(link)
I'm okay with being a meal ticket.

[ Guts is being upfront about it, after all. Sylvain's had most of his life to get used to the knowledge that people are always going to want something from him, but he always appreciates when it's done without the duplicity that comes with court dealings.

He takes a long sniff of the air, in response to the question, and brightens a bit. ]


Smells like they've got coffee. I didn't think we'd be that lucky.
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[personal profile] firstsignofspring 2020-04-08 02:23 am (UTC)(link)
"Huh."

She snaps to the task with efficiency and enthusiasm, piling in her arms first the broken printer, then assorted flown off broken bits from its percussive maintenance.
Saturday has made herself into someone who has Words to be Considered. A bit like at the Center, really.

"My boss had a butler," Carrie admits. "And then we lived in a cave."
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[personal profile] varunastra 2020-04-08 02:47 am (UTC)(link)
Look, you could be getting bailed out by the lady with mouths in her breasts. It's a weird game.

His head snap-turns to face the rattling sound, and as she intercepts the machine, Serph launches himself into it from the side. A moment of distraction is good enough to give him the opening he needs; belligerent though they may be, none of these objects have the instincts of a predator.

That makes them prey.

Slicing into the machine is harder than the hose, naturally. But he doesn't need to get that far into it. Enough of a gash to let him get an arm into the casing is sufficient. He tosses off a Bufudyne spell and the rest of the machine explodes outward in a shower of hail and ice chips.
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[personal profile] monkey_wrench 2020-04-08 03:17 am (UTC)(link)
[While he might have been following the trail of obscenities, it sure wasn’t out of any sense of duty to stop the culprit or clean up their mess, more just following the mild chaos as an excuse to get out of doing any more real clean up or capture work than he had to. And like Dave, once he’s reached the end of the stream of colorful expletives, he makes no attempt to actually grab the spirited office vandal.

The other teen's deadpan remark actually manages to get something close to a chuckle out of him. Well, it was more of a soft snerk but still, the closest thing to a genuine laugh he’d had since getting here. And yeah, the thing definitely had the right spirit. Almost had to admire its attempt to lash out and cause whatever little chaos it was capable. What a little go-getter.
]

Think there’s any chance we could convince them to let us keep it? It could be the rig mascot. Lil’ Cuss the embodiment of disgruntled office workers everywhere. Set it loose during board meetings to help boost team morale.
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[personal profile] masculinitea 2020-04-08 03:32 am (UTC)(link)
These are awkward environs to be an eight-foot, one-ton centaur in. The space is not built for someone on that scale. As he tried ramping up to a canter Vic's head glanced off the ceiling a few times before he just switched to a quick trot - luckily, his skull is as swole as the rest of him - and slowing on a floor like this is A Time. He caroms off walls here and there before he can come to a stop, the skin on his horse body twitching as if fly-bothered.

"I coulda taken them," he mutters, and one plate-sized hoof stamps in a nervous way. "They're just for like, little biped butts anyway."

There is a tickle in his upper lungs. His asthma isn't acting up much yet, but it's making its presence known.
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[personal profile] masculinitea 2020-04-08 03:44 am (UTC)(link)
[In the silence Vic does a little bit of a jig in place, like an uncomfortable horse trying to make sure its footing is good. Which he half is, anyway. He's got his hands closed up, not quite in fists, in an attempt to not show his other, even more embarassing nervous tic.]

I can't help it, I'm too big and strong! When you're manly enough you just say these things.

[He has a sense that he is Not Helping but also, he genuinely doesn't know how to stop digging this hole.]
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[personal profile] partiallysquirrelblood 2020-04-08 03:50 am (UTC)(link)
Doreen thinks it over for a second. It's not a bad theory, but she's not really sold on it.

"I don't think it's Arcade. Last time I fought him he'd branched out into videogame themed death traps, which this really isn't."

<What about the Chairman?>

"Oh yeah, that guy that used to run around turning people into chairs? It's thematically appropriate, but I think he's still a chair himself."

At least according to her Deadpool cards. She didn't have the deck on her, but that particular card had been pretty memorable.

Of course, her cards and their contents were sort of unimportant at the moment, since they were still fighting a possessed table. Doreen grabs hold of it on the next charge, lifts, and suplexes it to the ground. It's not exactly what anyone would call a textbook example of the technique, but wrestling a table isn't exactly what it was meant for anyways.
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[personal profile] princesspower 2020-04-08 04:15 am (UTC)(link)
Wow. Catra actually said "sorry". That's impressive. Adora blinks at her for a moment before she sighs and settles back onto the bench.

"Yeah. Just - spot me."

She can figure out how she feels about all of this later. Right now she's just got a lot of weird emotions going on.
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[personal profile] princesspower 2020-04-08 04:18 am (UTC)(link)
Adora suppresses a yelp of surprise as the stapler comes slinging out of the doorway. Thankfully, her new-found friend is a bit quicker on the uptake and handles it without much of a problem. She gives him a little nod and then her throat works in a swallow.

Her heart is threatening to beat out of her chest. Just like it does every time she goes into something like this. Fortunately, they seem to be undetected to they still have the drop on their "prey". Adora braces herself and then hurls the chair around the corner with a clatter and then immediately follows it.

It looks like it's worked - at least for the moment. The hose has dived on the unfortunate chair, which means they have a bit of breathing space. Adora dives for the 'head', trying to wrestle it under control.

"Get it!"
princesspower: (are you sure about that)

[personal profile] princesspower 2020-04-08 04:20 am (UTC)(link)
Adora makes a little noise as she finishes the last rep on her first set and puts the bar back in place. She glances up at him from her spot on the bench with a pinched expression.

"A planet called Etheria. Are you... from there, by any chance?"

He probably isn't, but she's going to ask.