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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.


oneballsteel: Juno Steel and the My Brother Is DEAAAAAD (The detective Hyperion City deserves)

[personal profile] oneballsteel 2020-04-10 11:16 pm (UTC)(link)
"You don't have to tell me twice." Juno was already on his way. He hadn't run since-- well, best not to go into that-- and his muscles let him know that Martian healthcare really wasn't the best the galaxy had to offer.

Panting, he finally slowed down at a room he recognized. A quick glance inside informed him that there were no desks in sight.

"Here!" he called and went inside without waiting.
valkywhee: (15 - 08)

[personal profile] valkywhee 2020-04-10 11:28 pm (UTC)(link)
It's not like I'm carrying you. [Which she could, so don't give her ideas.] But you're obviously not a Huntsman so you shouldn't be in the middle of this.

[Nora's good at some things, but incisive observation isn't among them, and she still hasn't really absorbed the idea that other universes exist, or its corollary that those universes might have different social structures or even laws of physics than she's used to.

tl;dr she thinks Cain is a courageous civilian who maybe took some martial arts classes. Could be worse?

Huffing in irritation, she hurls aside one of the handful of chairs remaining between them and the door, with greater force than strictly necessary to neutralize something made of thin sheet metal and hasn't got any teeth or claws, .]


Ugh. If I had my hammer this would be over already.
greatlyexaggerated: (might I politely yet backhandedly)

he regret

[personal profile] greatlyexaggerated 2020-04-10 11:43 pm (UTC)(link)
[Cain can't entirely help his reaction this time - his hand twitches over to where his chainsword scabbard should be, by his hip. Which only serves to emphasize his lack of armaments, unfortunately. Most of his enemies he's always been able to face with a chainsword and laspistol, if not a squadron of lasguns to back him up. Vanishingly few problems with fangs and claws he's managed to conquer with a smile and a bluff.]

[But it is possible. This one seems liable to maul him even if he professes some - frakking incredible martial prowess. Time to pivot and bluff his pants off.]

I would do absolutely nothing and walk away. [he says, straight-faced and straight-backed.] You seem to count disciplinary infractions as one of the blind spots in your knowledge, or do I need to remind you that we're to be on good behavior? I highly doubt that attacking one of your fellow new hires will be looked on favorably.
heterochrocatic: (008 » Might seduce your dad type)

she attac

[personal profile] heterochrocatic 2020-04-10 11:59 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Catra's eyes light up at his comment and she reaches out, hand threatening to plunge razor sharp claws through the fabric of Cain's jumpsuit. ]

It's not a blind spot.

[ She laughs, letting the motion show off sharp, sharp teeth. ]

I just don't care.
walkingballpit: (2)

[personal profile] walkingballpit 2020-04-11 12:10 am (UTC)(link)
The thing is, Robbie isn’t capable of dealing with this kind of wantonly ignorant accidental anarchism. He’s perfectly capable of innocent rule-breaking, when the stakes aren’t as high, but this rush to make a shitty situation worse makes him want to pull the covers over his head and belatedly feign sleep.

But Robbie, too, has always had a certain compulsion to poke things. Sometimes, he even dabbles in pushing buttons. Ignoring this much idiocy isn’t in his nature. He can’t help himself.

“That isn’t how electricity works, dude. That is literally the opposite of how it works, because the slippers are going to keep the current inside your body.” Robbie swings his legs out of bed and sits there, staring incredulously, because it just. Keeps. Getting. Worse.

“You can’t keep waking people up until someone agrees with you! Who does that?” He can’t let Mac head off to break into the kitchen with whatever stupid schmuck he talks into helping him with his Fox News safety sandals. Dammit. Robbie stands up and pinches the bridge of his nose. Fine, he’s involved now. “Let’s just go see if there’s any open, sanctioned, late night break room or something. Your munchies can wait til mañana, and FYI: even with that logic, it’s totally stealing unless you’re eating breakfast food and you skip breakfast in the morning.”

He slips on his own rubber sandals and gestures to the hallway. “Come on, if we can’t find anything better, I’ll kick your butt in suey.”
partiallysquirrelblood: (Default)

[personal profile] partiallysquirrelblood 2020-04-11 12:47 am (UTC)(link)
"Unless it starts showing off a range of movement it definitely wasn't showing during the fight, I think we can consider this tabled," Doreen says dusting her hands off.

"Anyways, how the heck have you been? Ignoring the whole we've been kidnapped bit, 'cause I'm pretty sure I already know the answer to that part."
greatlyexaggerated: (please.)

[personal profile] greatlyexaggerated 2020-04-11 01:09 am (UTC)(link)
[He should have expected this. Considering the utter insanity of logic on which xenos operate on, why did he expect her to listen to common sense?]

[Cain tenses, the heavy duty fabric of his jumpsuit feeling all too flimsy against his skin. He tears his eyes away from the points of her claws to stare her down, shooing away the images of his own violent disembowelment flashing before his eyes.]

You might not care, but I think they would. [he nods his head to a particular spot behind her. And whether she falls for his paltry distraction or not, throws caution to the desperate wind and lunges out of nowhere for her wrist.]
reydacted: (tfa8)

[personal profile] reydacted 2020-04-11 01:49 am (UTC)(link)
[ The security guard leans back, giving the pair of them an exaggerated look-over, but eventually relents, waving them through with a grunt. He's clearly not paid enough (or anything) to deal with a potentially explosive encounter with a maybe unstable new hire.

Rey arranges the boxes of files in her arms and quickly shuffles past the guard.

Quietly, once they've made it a few meters away-- ]
Thanks, that was pretty smooth.
reydacted: (1031)

[personal profile] reydacted 2020-04-11 01:56 am (UTC)(link)
[ Rey's features also pinch together, a clear look of distaste on her face. It's worse that it's not just her own door it's broken. This is on purposes. ]

I thought so. That's why I didn't want to stay in there.
reydacted: (2028)

[personal profile] reydacted 2020-04-11 02:05 am (UTC)(link)
"No, definitely not the only one," she nods in agreement, adjusting her own blanket over her shoulders, shuffling her feet. This whole thing seems off.

"I'm Rey, by the way."
strewth: campbell; a green and pleasant land. (see you now)

[personal profile] strewth 2020-04-11 02:09 am (UTC)(link)
[John shrugs.] Got me through as well. [He holds up his badge, the name section of which only contains words not allowed in Disney-owned properties.]
dyaddyissues: (72)

kylo ren | star wars

[personal profile] dyaddyissues 2020-04-11 02:24 am (UTC)(link)
a bit of a mess

[ Standing stock still, in front of the mocking doors is one very tall man with an expression that is the definition of "if looks can kill". Arms crossed over a broad chest, Kylo Ren glowers at the smiley door as if his will alone would make it open.

A tick in his jaw is the only movement in his face.

There's not even a twitch or an upturn of his lips. ]


You will cease to command me. [ Yes, he's yelling at a door, but to be fair he's had a really bad day. The Resistance got away, he's been kidnapped and forced to work against his will. With a growl, he raises his hand and sends a wave of the force at the door that would've had a regular steel door blown off it's hinges. The smoke clears and the door is just as closed as it was moments ago, getting a growl of frustration from him.

He just wants some caf. ]


g. no rest for the wicked

[ The sleeping situations were laughable at best, infuriating at worst. Gone was the large quarters he'd once possessed, now Kylo was forced to squeeze all six-foot-three of himself on what looked like a bed for a child.

There was no privacy.

Kylo doesn't sleep very well, a few hours a night at most. Dreams and thoughts that race through his mind keep him up; he's had nightmares for years. Now they are far and few but he still has them. It's not out of consideration for his bunkmates that he doesn't let himself fall into one of said dreams, he could care less if he woke someone up. He is restless.

He tries to meditate. Eyes closed, back ramrod straight, he is lost to the rig and to anyone who might happens by the man sitting -- or floating in the middle of hall.

OR MAYBE you happen on him, just walking the halls. He doesn't particularly care if he is found walking the rig after hours, or ratted out to any one in command. Kylo Ren isn't about to answer to anyone, not after he'd bisected Snoke with a lightsaber and he dares anyone to try ]


h. good morning!

[ It takes a lot to startle Kylo, so he will be loathe to admit just how the alarms blaring have him sitting bolt upright, heart racing in his chest. People are running, panicking and once he has gathered his bearings, he takes to the halls. Trying to find the cause of the commotion, but he doesn't appear all too worried.

It's not like he really cares why everything is sudden chaos. ]


wildcard me

[ Bring your own prompt, run into Kylo elsewhere. ]
heterochrocatic: (014 » You said she's scared of me?)

[personal profile] heterochrocatic 2020-04-11 02:43 am (UTC)(link)
"If it's not--" She can't say. Catra cannot make herself say the words 'not my fault.' It sounds too impossible. She has shoved the responsibility for her issues onto others, tried to find some way of blaming her decision making on the circumstances she was in, yes, but that... that was after Adora left.

"It that's true, how come bad stuff always happens to me?" Bad things surely happen to those who do something to deserve them. Whether it's always losing to Adora or just constantly struggling with the expectations and punishments heaped onto her by Shadow Weaver, she had to have done something, right? Some past life, maybe, or some inherent flaw?
Edited 2020-04-11 02:44 (UTC)
heterochrocatic: (021 » I hope that our few remaining frie)

[personal profile] heterochrocatic 2020-04-11 02:48 am (UTC)(link)
That's the oldest trick in the--

[ Catra yelps as Cain suddenly lungs for her wrist. She hadn't really been planning on cutting him up, just scaring him (so she tells herself) and now her fight-or-flight kicks in and she lashes out with the free hand as his closes on her wrist, intent on slashing her claws across his face or arm or whatever part of him is closet. ]

Get OFF!
partiallysquirrelblood: (Grin)

A

[personal profile] partiallysquirrelblood 2020-04-11 03:19 am (UTC)(link)
[Both the girl that walks up and the squirrel on her shoulder are literally bright-eyed and bushy tailed. Doreen's annoyed at what's happened, sure, but she's also an inveterate optimist. Nothing brings her down for long.]

Need any help?
Edited 2020-04-11 03:19 (UTC)
partiallysquirrelblood: (Chatting)

[personal profile] partiallysquirrelblood 2020-04-11 03:54 am (UTC)(link)
"Squirrel Girl. Doreen's fine too. And this is Tippy Toe. Nice to meet ya."

It's probably the friendliest greeting John's gotten from one of the spandex set, or literally anybody really, in ages.
xrater: (01)

[personal profile] xrater 2020-04-11 04:08 am (UTC)(link)
That would've just been awkward.

Well, it's suddenly much lighter. And colder. Though Alia herself isn't quite a fan of having an explosion of hail and ice chips going off right in her face. Fortunately, it's not enough to do more than cosmetic damage, so a short little shriek of surprise and irritation is all it gets out of her.

Dropping the frozen husk, she steps back, brushing frost and metal scraplets off of her front. The... thing gets a measured look. She's relatively certain she isn't next. Not 100%, true, but fairly confident. "Cold snap aside, I think I owe you some thanks for that."
credit_not_blame: the new moon at night (new moon)

[personal profile] credit_not_blame 2020-04-11 04:11 am (UTC)(link)
Stacia came out to attack things and honestly is having such a good time right now. She continues biting, kicking, and clawing at the legs, even though the table seems to have wedged itself into the stairwell. Immobilize first, then figure out how to make it stop biting.

Part of the table bending upward with a creaking noise earns a curious growl, but as it seems to be more helpful than a hindrance, she doesn't stop what she's doing to investigate. Still, what she wouldn't give for an Ahroun right now.
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[personal profile] xrater 2020-04-11 04:27 am (UTC)(link)
No, she's listened to enough smarmy, self-centered know it alls to know she was about to get a lecture of some kind. So the interruption is more than welcome. She dashes through, activating her boot jets and plunging through (perhaps with a helpful hand in the small of his back to propel him along the way) the hole she'd created in the wall.

Microseconds later, a dull boom sounds, accompanied by the smell of burnt sugars and syrups. The soda threat was no more. Alia pauses, waiting for any secondary explosions, then fixes Proto Man with a critical eye.

"'Let's blow this joint before it blows us?'" Whatever happened to plain old 'run away' or 'retreat'?
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credit_not_blame: (Interested)

[personal profile] credit_not_blame 2020-04-11 04:28 am (UTC)(link)
Ronan is a dingus, it's kind of hilarious.

"I won't rip your face off so long as you don't give me a reason to rip your face off," Stacia said. "But on that note, if I abruptly make a move to leave, it's best to let me go. Even if you think you have a really good point or make, or you just have to have the last word. Don't do it. It's a bad plan."
credit_not_blame: (Neutral)

[personal profile] credit_not_blame 2020-04-11 04:38 am (UTC)(link)
"Probably," Stacia agreed. "I'd be happy to work with you on more of the specifics. Though again, not a professional, so I can only hope that what I remember is applicable for everyone."

She jogged a couple of steps in place again, trying to think about her foot placement without overthinking it and falling over.

"Bringing it back around to me being nosy, you seem to be handling this whole...thing pretty well," she said. "Are you crazy-chill, or are you also used to things constantly happening all the time?"
xrater: (02)

[personal profile] xrater 2020-04-11 04:39 am (UTC)(link)
Alia would have found some way to insist. She'd have no choice after all. And there wasn't any such thing as a 'civilian' among Reploids when humans were in danger.

Another can whizzes past, flying over her head as another hits the makeshift shield with enough force to drive itself partway through, vibrating with... rage? Maybe? Were these capable of that much higher thought? She wasn't sure, and, frankly, she didn't care much. "Through the hole in the wall it is. I guess we're lucky that happened." She can't quite claim it was planned, after all.

Alia's not quite heavy, but she's got internal systems that help her keep her balance, even if she should end up rolling, she'd maintain balance. Of course, being able to put her weight down on big ol' stompy boots also helped there. What's making Alia slow, isn't backing up, it's keeping an eye on Dojima and making sure he doesn't fall and injure himself. Nevermind the thuds and splintering noises as they're peppered with a surprising number of soda cans
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[personal profile] xrater 2020-04-11 04:42 am (UTC)(link)
"It would be unsafe to just pinch it shut, the pressure would back everything up. Might I suggest... retreat?"

She's not sure where to go. And certainly not sure if the water will actually get bad for them. But everything else that could've gone wrong today certainly has. This just feels like the kind of day where a sudden acid shower might be a thing that happens.

Fortunately, other than the hole in the wall, there's a doorway about fifty yards, oh, thataway. If they're uncommonly lucky, things might be dry on the other side.
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[personal profile] tarnishedavenger 2020-04-11 04:52 am (UTC)(link)
"The Fright Zone, huh?" Well, there was an evocative name. Sounded like a theme park ride.

He folds his arms over his chest, nodding a little. "That's probably the best way to go about this whole mess. Distasteful as it is, until we either find a way back to where we came or someone comes looking for us, we're probably going to have to toe the line." At least if they don't want more 'corrective' treatments, anyway. "One day at a time is as good a plan as any until you get more information."
dyaddyissues: (73)

[personal profile] dyaddyissues 2020-04-11 05:08 am (UTC)(link)
I can't get this kriffing door open. [ And does it pain him to admit that, through gritted teeth. The chipper young woman and her animal companion receive a critical once over from Kylo before he's back, gesturing at the mockingly cheery door. ]

There has to be a way to get through.

[ He doesn't have his lightsaber, for whatever reason but if he did... his hands clench into a fist. ]