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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.


fromfryingpantofire: (A - Look up)

[personal profile] fromfryingpantofire 2020-04-09 12:21 pm (UTC)(link)
The look she gets for that is...well. Dean definitely would call it a 'bitch face'. It's not like he doesn't KNOW he's having trouble getting up there.

It takes bit for him to get up, but he does, turning onto his back to just rest a bit and get his breath back. Then he snorts, looking up the shaft and getting back to a few questions that got lost in the shuffle. "I'm sure my brother is currently doing his best to tear everything apart to try to find me." Sam's done his own version of that. He just hopes Dean will realize soon that he's not going to be found quickly or easily.
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[personal profile] kingofneworleans 2020-04-09 12:35 pm (UTC)(link)
"Well, trainin' proper didn' start 'til I was ten." After he'd been adopted. "Wasn' quite on de job myself when I ended up here. Had me a bit of downtime an' all of a sudden, boom. Here I am."
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[personal profile] kingofneworleans 2020-04-09 01:03 pm (UTC)(link)
This sort of thing, Remy could probably do all day. Or close to all day. It doesn't take much energy to start the cascade, after all.

There's going to be a price to pay for it later, but Remy's not always good at thinking about the consequences of his actions.

"Got enough paper here t' last me a bit, so take your time." Especially if he spaces out the bombardment a bit. Which he has to because crumpling up the paper takes a few seconds. But he manages to keep the desks back, even with a good few more dents and at least one blown away desktop. Which makes Remy cackle out a laugh as he's getting more paper together.
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[personal profile] oneballsteel 2020-04-09 03:50 pm (UTC)(link)
"What, you've got something against fireworks? They're explosive, loud, and make people go 'ooh.' You're two out of three so far." One thing was clear, Juno really didn't shut up. It could be compensation for the fact that he was so far completely useless in this fight, but really he'd be just as bad if he could fight back against monster desks.

"Is there something else I should call you?" He cast his eye around, having noticed that Remy had so far gone for rulers and now a folder.

So he said he wanted cards-- a favored weapon? Could he use anything small enough to throw? Whatever, he'd ask later. This notebook seemed promising enough. He held it out as an offering, giving Remy a questioning look as if to say: good enough?
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[personal profile] princesspower 2020-04-09 03:57 pm (UTC)(link)
"I mean, I can't really point fingers. I grew up in a place a lot like this in some ways..." Adora grunts in reply as she starts to finish her next set. She's been silent so she can focus on her workout and she's only just now getting back to answering. It's given her a chance to think. She slots the bar back into place and sits up.

"I'm Adora-" She turns and offers him a hand, "Just, uh, Adora. No last name."
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[personal profile] kingofneworleans 2020-04-09 03:59 pm (UTC)(link)
"Oh, oui. 'M definitely all t'ree, you jus' ain't had a chance to see do 'ooh' part." Somebody never shutting up? Remy wouldn't know anything about that, honestly. But that shit-eating grin probably tells Juno everything he needs to know.

The notebook is taken with an intensely grateful "Merci," giving him a moment to grab a few sheets before handing it back. "Tear de pages out an' crumple dem up. Makes dem easier t' t'row." Paper just didn't have the sort of weight to it he normally preferred for working against air resistance. The energy could only do so much. "De name's Gambit. Remy t' my friends. Et le vôtre?"

Because somebody drops back on French more when he's concentrating on shit in front of him. Or he's being a little shit. One or the other.
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[personal profile] wheyoftheadept 2020-04-09 04:40 pm (UTC)(link)
Saturday winces. "Aiya. At least you have prior experience with this kinda thing." She sips her coffee again, slowly; she's not desperate-hungry, but she's hungry enough to feel it, and she's never liked that feeling. "Pops took me in when I was four, started training me up 'cause if I was gonna be picking fights with the big kids, I should at least know what I'm doing, right?"
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Re: e)

[personal profile] wheyoftheadept 2020-04-09 04:43 pm (UTC)(link)
Saturday shrugs. If he doesn't know a street name when he hears one, then he ain't the type you explain it to. "'S my name, works well enough. And yeah, I got a delivery to c-suite. You heading my way?"

She shifts, adjusting her grip on the package, and tries to blow an errand strand of wild black hair out of her face. It's not working very well, and ends up giving her something of the aspect of an agitated horse.
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[personal profile] kingofneworleans 2020-04-09 04:48 pm (UTC)(link)
Oh, coffee. He'll have to grab some of that later. He grabbed water earlier. "Know what you mean. Was my brother dat trained me in fightin'. Wit' dese eyes, he figured I'd be needin' to know how t' throw a punch sooner or later."
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[personal profile] wheyoftheadept 2020-04-09 05:22 pm (UTC)(link)
"Most people here aren't," she acknowledges, with a small smile at not being the one to bring it up for a change. "I don't think I've met two people from the same metaplane - I guess you could call mine the Sixth World. We got magic and stuff, that seems to be on of the big things people notice. Magic and corps."

She is falling without noticing into a confident saunter, walking through the halls of the rig as if she belongs here. Not because she feels that way, but fake it til you make it is about the only coping skill she has.

"How about you? Your 'plane got a shtick?"
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[personal profile] wheyoftheadept 2020-04-09 05:25 pm (UTC)(link)
"They're not bad-looking," she says, not flirting. "But I guess people would see them and know you were - uh, jeez, mutant seems rude. That's what you prefer?" She's just checking.
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[personal profile] heterochrocatic 2020-04-09 05:35 pm (UTC)(link)
Yeah, I'll make sure to do that.

[ Catra's tone indicates that is exactly the last thing she plans to do, ever. ]

Not my fault all I had to eat growing up were ration bars.
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[personal profile] heterochrocatic 2020-04-09 05:49 pm (UTC)(link)
Catra runs both hands through her floofy, frazzled hair. She's not sure what to think. Or say. Or do. She hadn't expected a midnight conversation with some stranger to lay her so bare or to drag all of the pain and hurt and confusion out of her so readily.

"What if she won't forgive me?"
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[personal profile] kingofneworleans 2020-04-09 05:57 pm (UTC)(link)
Remy's mouth quirks up in a half smile. "T' you, dey don' look too bad. T' the God-fearin' folk of de city?" He shakes his head, taking another sip of his water. "You'd've t'ought de Devil 'imself had come t' town."
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[personal profile] tarnishedavenger 2020-04-09 06:00 pm (UTC)(link)
Armstrong arches his eyebrows, then rolls his shoulders and folds his arms over his chest. "Well, I didn't mean that we should sit back and be passive, but I'd argue that an outside rescue's a lot more likely than us escaping on our own." He holds up a hand. "I'm not saying that working on a way home is futile, but I'd want to see the lay of the land before we even considered that."

Besides, discussing resistance could be... dangerous. You never knew who was listening. Before he starts thinking about that, Armstrong wants to know who to trust and where he can trust them.
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[personal profile] heterochrocatic 2020-04-09 06:06 pm (UTC)(link)
"Good luck." Catra of course, is a hypocrite having spilled her guts about her past to someone she'd just met tonight, but that was different, damn it. She rests her hands at her hips and nods.

"And no one likes these Jorgmund guys."
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[personal profile] heterochrocatic 2020-04-09 06:15 pm (UTC)(link)
"I didn't try to have you killed, you big baby," Catra chides in reply. "I knew I would catch it before it got you, I just needed you to distract it." She picks between her teeth with a claw, continuing her casual display of the fearsome, sharp bits of herself.

"But I wouldn't be the one that hurt you, would I, Draco?" What kind of name is Draco, anyway? Ugh.

"It would just be the Stuff. An unfortunate accident. And no one would care." She glares, her voice dropping out of an innocent too-sweet sing-song.

"Understood?"
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[personal profile] tarnishedavenger 2020-04-09 06:33 pm (UTC)(link)
"That must have been interesting." His tone's dry enough that it's probably impossible to tell whether he's trying to joke or being totally honest. "Earth has its share of corporations, but most of them don't own entire cities." He could think of a few that'd be very interested in Jorgmund's nanochains, though.

He takes her hand with a polite smile. It's a firm grip, a rough hand, but he won't waste time trying to be a He-Man and crush her hand in his. The shake's also simple. Two pumps and, unless she holds on, he's letting go. "Pleasure to meet you, Adora. Is it too early to ask how you're holding up in this mess?"
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[personal profile] wheyoftheadept 2020-04-09 07:01 pm (UTC)(link)
"Then you hurt. A lot, probably for a long while." Saturday isn't gonna sugar coat it. "But it'll hurt if she forgives you, too. Cleaning out a wound always does. The question you gotta ask is, is if what might happen is really worse then what's definitely gonna happen if you just stay in one place and do nothing."

She shrugs, her hand still extended. "But I mean, you seem all right, if a little touchy. You might lose one friend, but learning how to apologize will make you a lot more than one."
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[personal profile] wheyoftheadept 2020-04-09 07:12 pm (UTC)(link)
"Yeah - Pops and Mama Sofia and the older folk talk about it sometimes, how when goblinization hit you had like, half the world thought it was the best thing since sliced bread and the other half thought it meant the end times had come." She smiles in a sad way; at least before the rig, there was almost always someone trying to kill them right that second, and no time to remember and feel sad about home.

"Turned out it didn't mean much of anything, really. Maybe things will settle that way for you guys, over time? It took a good fifty years or so to reach equilibrium, doesn't look like you guys've been spiking for that long."
heterochrocatic: (082 » I wanted her so bad)

[personal profile] heterochrocatic 2020-04-09 07:27 pm (UTC)(link)
"She was my only friend," Catra snaps peevishly. "She's the only friend I've ever wanted or needed. I didn't want anyone else. That's why it hurt so much when she left me."

"I've never dealt with this crap before."
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[personal profile] wheyoftheadept 2020-04-09 07:34 pm (UTC)(link)
"Sounds like you put a lot of pressure on her," Saturday says mildly. "It's hard to be someone's everything, impossible, actually, and I can't imagine being in a pressure cooker like the Horde with that Shadow Weaver character made it easier."

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[personal profile] heterochrocatic 2020-04-09 07:53 pm (UTC)(link)
"Oh, so it's my fault?" Catra glares, her anger flaring up again at Saturday's words.
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[personal profile] valkywhee 2020-04-09 08:02 pm (UTC)(link)
Huh. That was pretty smart. Doesn't make the new guy any less of a jerk, though. She'd have been happy to fight the thing and let him cower behind the wreckage of the soda machine if he'd just asked for help instead of trying to feed her to the copier to save his own skin.

"Relax," Nora snaps, annoyed. She lunges in and grabs the dying photocopier by bits of the internals that look like they'll hold long enough, then slams the whole thing into the wall with an impact somewhat less impressive than her initial kick, since there's so much less left to shatter dramatically. It does produce a nice dramatic shower of sparks and a final dying screech from the machine, at least.

"What was that about?" She spins to confront Mac, glaring, hands on her hips. It'd be pretty cute from someone who hadn't just slammed a few hundred pounds around in a fit of exasperation.
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[personal profile] wheyoftheadept 2020-04-09 08:02 pm (UTC)(link)
"I'm saying she probably has regrets about how it all went down, too." Careful going, that's the trick. "I'll keep saying it til I think you believe it: neither of you were in a place where you could be your best selves or make your best choices. You needed each other, and didn't have anyone else. That ain't healthy or right. I can see the scars it left from here. It's not fair, and I'm sorry it happened to you."

She takes a breath

"Setting right what's within your power to set right is your responsibility. But that they went wrong in the first place is not your fault. Or hers."