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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.


passifloraincarnata: (mama always said i'd turn out wrong)

[personal profile] passifloraincarnata 2020-04-17 09:12 pm (UTC)(link)
Setsuna's attempt at a smile noticeably stutters and dims as she slides weights onto the other end, matching them to Adora's chosen amount. "... yes, there's ... a lot to readjust to, isn't there?"

She doesn't even really notice her own slipped admission, even after she's said it. "I thought if I came down here I could let myself get away from thinking about it all for a little while, but there really isn't anywhere free of -" Her face pinches, and she locks the weights in place. "... reminders," she finishes, slowly, looking pensively at nothing. Nothing except a memory, anyway. Then she shakes her head, smiling a bit more confidently.

"Still. It's always more fun to exercise together with someone else than sticking to it alone, at least." She offers a hand, hopefully. "I'm Setsuna. Higashi Setsuna. It's ... nice to meet you?"
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[personal profile] somnioergosum 2020-04-17 10:22 pm (UTC)(link)
To be fair, his assumption was that people would see the tattoo and then leave him alone. The problem with living in a conservative town...

Before Ronan could even comment on that, Stacia-- said that and he choked. He sounded like he'd swallowed a bug. He looked like he'd swallowed a bug.

"I have a boyfriend." Then, cause he knew that fact didn't always mean that girls were off the table for people, he added, "I'm gay."
credit_not_blame: (Happy)

[personal profile] credit_not_blame 2020-04-17 11:38 pm (UTC)(link)
Stacia busted up laughing at his expression of utter horror at the prospect of finding her attractive.

"Congratulations," she said when she could speak again, though not without giggling. "So do I. Mine likes to cook and doesn't mind me showing up at his place at three in the morning. What about yours?"
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[personal profile] somnioergosum 2020-04-17 11:49 pm (UTC)(link)
Ronan scowled at Stacia but it was more perfunctory. There was less anger at her laughter and more indignation. A little. Also relief that this wasn't a big deal or whatever.

"Uh." Ronan tried to picture Adam cooking and he just thought of him at Harvard, eating take out or ramen or whatever while playing games with his crying club. His heart hurt thinking about it, even now that concerns like college and Ronan not joining him were dwarfed by other worries. "He's brilliant. Really smart." And minds me summoning monsters at three in the morning but who wouldn't? "Goes to Harvard and everything. He understands me like no one else does." The change in Ronan's disposition was not just noticeable but palpable. The (partial) unwinding of his tense muscles, the softening in his voice and gaze all pointed to one fact: Ronan was clearly in love.
credit_not_blame: (Happy)

[personal profile] credit_not_blame 2020-04-18 12:53 am (UTC)(link)
And just like that, Big Tough Ronan Whatever melted like butter in a double-boiler. Such a cupcake.

Stacia smiled. "Wow, Harvard. That's really impressive," she said, with nothing but sincerity in her voice. Dollars to donuts that Ronan would shut down tighter than before if he so much as thought she might be making fun of him while he was having a genuine feeling. "Mine gets me, too. Even when he drives me crazy."

At least he'd finally stopped hunting alone and started taking backup with him, like a person with basic survival instincts. Ugh.
heterochrocatic: (003 » Just can't get enough guy)

Re: 1-A

[personal profile] heterochrocatic 2020-04-18 03:18 am (UTC)(link)
"Well. You need to eat, so that's just... life, right?" Catra shrugs. The idea of food being anything than nutrition you shove into your mouth is beyond her. Thanks, Hordak. Ration bars for days.

"...And yeah, that's not a reason."
passifloraincarnata: (so i don't take the church's bread)

Re: 1-A

[personal profile] passifloraincarnata 2020-04-18 03:50 am (UTC)(link)
Setsuna's mouth does a funny thing where it looks like she's swallowed half a lemon and didn't intend to. She's looking away from Catra at that moment, so whether Catra notices is dependent on how squirrely she thinks the other girl's being.

She scrunches her eyes up, huffs slightly. "There's more to a good meal than that, of course ..."

She's not really talking to Catra, with that; she just feels like she has to say it, somehow, at someone, or she'll lose all sense of herself. She has to shake her head, to clear it of wherever that thought was going to take her, turn back to Catra, contemplative, eyebrow raised, a light smirk tugging the edge of her mouth. "Still, if it's just food, what's wrong with lying to them to get it?"
princesspower: (down in the dumps)

[personal profile] princesspower 2020-04-18 04:07 am (UTC)(link)
Reminders is honestly a great way to put it. She's brand new to this place and everything feels wrong. Everywhere she looks, there's something that screams that this isn't her home. It's not Brightmoon. It's not even the Fright Zone. It's different and everything is off and no matter what she does, she doesn't think she'll get that sense of normalcy back. Not that she had much of one to begin with.

"Yeah. Being dragged into a weird place and shocked..." She pulls a face, "Hard to forget. Especially when they keep trying to tell me that hey, no, everything's fine-"

She pauses, on the verge of a rant.

"But. Yeah. I'm Adora-" She reaches out to take the hand. "Nice to meet you Higashi. Let's get started-!"

She slips onto the bench and grips the bar.

"Ready?"
passifloraincarnata: (i am just potential)

[personal profile] passifloraincarnata 2020-04-18 04:37 am (UTC)(link)
It's just enough like the world she grew up knowing that all the ways it's wrong and nothing like it keep screwing with Setsuna's sense of internal balance and expectation. There's a shoe she doesn't see waiting to drop, it always feels like; she can't even tell if it's her own life she should be taking for granted, and at least in the years before she ... well, in the years before everything about her life had the chance to change, at least she knew that was something to take for granted, for the most part. It's a terrible point in Labyrinth's favor, that it was so efficient, and so deliberate, that you couldn't help but know where you stood with Moebius' favor at all times, and what you'd done to lose even a fraction of it. No, the only hard part, she has to remember, is that you never really knew how to gain that lost favor back ... and here they all were, without any favors at all.

Too bad there's no Sorrowmeter to fill to run this place. It's enough to drive anyone to despair. And yet ... her face softens into a crooked smile.

"They're very afraid of what it means if anyone admits it isn't," Setsuna says. "But it's strange ... they don't seem to have much to lose if they do. I ... don't know what I'm missing. I wish I knew how to help, you know?"

"Ready when you are, Adora," Setsuna says with a smile. It'll be a good way to keep them both occupied on something besides all the ways nothing about this place adds up.
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[personal profile] masculinitea 2020-04-18 04:12 pm (UTC)(link)
"Pell yeah I'm a centaur. What, you didn't notice how big I am? There's humans this big and powerful?" STAMP. He does feel a little better seeing that his human nipples are up above this whoever this is's head. His dam told him stories about humans trying to steal centaur kidneys, and he's not really sure that hasn't happened already, but - it's reassuring to be bigger than someone.

"My name is Pissing Victorious." STAMP.
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[personal profile] somnioergosum 2020-04-18 07:36 pm (UTC)(link)
Ronan tried to think of a time when Adam drove him crazy during their relationship. Frustrated, sure, but nothing extreme. And with that he came to the unsettling and not unsurprising conclusion that he was the one to drive Adam crazy. Some things never changed.

"Yeah." And there was the awkwardness lurking within the tough guy facade. Ronan didn't know how to talk about things like relationships. "It wouldn't be as interesting if he didn't."
likeits1999: (And they don't stop comin')

[personal profile] likeits1999 2020-04-18 09:10 pm (UTC)(link)
Between a vampire and a werewolf, they manage to subdue the table. (Mostly? By dint of screwing up its legs so much it can't really do anything but snap ineffectually at them and wobble crankily against the stairs and railing.)

Coming down off the rush, Kevin surveys their work and brushes some splinters off his coveralls. He's got some bruises, but isn't really all that bad off.

It's only now that he's starting to process that the whole werewolf thing is maybe a problem.

"Um," he says eloquently, eyeing Stacia sidelong, nerves beginning to creep into the set of his shoulders. "So uh, good hustle."
credit_not_blame: (Happy)

[personal profile] credit_not_blame 2020-04-18 09:23 pm (UTC)(link)
Stacia chuffs at him, letting her tongue loll out of her mouth in a wolfish grin. Which still looks pretty terrifying when you're not accustomed to spending time with Garou in Crinos. She holds up one taloned finger, gesturing for him to wait, then lopes back the way they'd come. Moments later, she's coming back in Homid, refastening her coveralls.

She's not about to dedicate these shitty clothes to herself if she doesn't absolutely have to.

"Yeah, you too," she says. "I figured if I freaked you out too much, you'd just keep running, but you held it together really well."

She can see the tension in his shoulders, but as far as she knows, it's because of her.

"You don't need to worry about me being a slavering, out-of-control people-eater, by the way. Not how I work."
credit_not_blame: (Armed and dangerous)

[personal profile] credit_not_blame 2020-04-18 10:05 pm (UTC)(link)
It's impressive how much body language can change a person. Stacia watches with interest as Sam goes from big doofy guy to big intimidating guy, even while sitting. It's pretty impressive, and it says good things about his ability to deal with the kind of bullshit Stacia expects to have to deal with.

"For me," she says, choosing her words carefully, "it basically means that I'm a white blood cell in Mother Nature's immune system." It's a decent enough metaphor, especially if you take into account that Mother Nature has developed some kind of autoimmune disease.

And she is definitely going to start including "does not eat people" as part of the werewolf introduction. She wrinkles her nose dramatically.

"I don't eat any parts of humans for a variety of reasons, primarily that cannibalism is gross," she says. "Also, even though you didn't ask, it's not just the full moon for me. I shift at will."
greatlyexaggerated: (um excuse me)

[personal profile] greatlyexaggerated 2020-04-18 10:38 pm (UTC)(link)
[You're a Hero of the Imperium for a decade straight, and suddenly you're "obviously not a Huntsman" and not good enough. Cain feels very indignant about a reputation he purportedly doesn't care about.]

I'm a Commissar, it's my duty to help!

[Sounds like he doth protest too much. But either way, they successfully manage to make it to the door, (mostly) thanks to Nora's efforts. Cain contributes by kicking a chair that's already down.]
fromfryingpantofire: (Gun Porn)

[personal profile] fromfryingpantofire 2020-04-18 10:39 pm (UTC)(link)
It wasn't entirely meant to be intimidating to her. It was mostly a switch from being relaxed to the possibility of having to work.

"Sounds like our worlds are pretty different." And there's a bit of relaxation in his spine as he says that. Mind, he has only her word that's true, but at least he knows to keep an eye on her. "So...I'm not sure what that means, exactly. What do you do as...part of the immune system? Or, more to the point, what does that mean for your world?"
credit_not_blame: (Neutral)

[personal profile] credit_not_blame 2020-04-18 10:57 pm (UTC)(link)
"It's a quasi-spiritual sort of situation," Stacia explains, mentally digging through her memories of the lore and editing for clarity as she goes. "I was born a werewolf, but my parents are both human. It means that I can shapeshift, but also that I can interact with totemic spirits of various concepts. Some of these spirits are trying to bring about destruction in a way that doesn't lead to renewal, or trying to freeze it in unending stasis. It's our job to fight those things and the people and things they manipulate, to try and keep the world turning. Also to try and improve the world if we can, but stopping the end of all things has been keeping us pretty busy."

Plus cleaning up their own messes. Cleaning up their own messes alone would have them very busy indeed.
fromfryingpantofire: (A - Huh?)

[personal profile] fromfryingpantofire 2020-04-18 11:12 pm (UTC)(link)
"I have to admit, I didn't know that was a thing that could happen." Naturally born werewolves. It's an usual thing to think about for him. Especially if she was born of two humans.

Still, he gives a half laugh at the end of it. "Yeah. Yeah, that's kinda been the story of my life recently as well. The stopping the end of all things. Or close enough, really."
valkywhee: (15 - 07)

[personal profile] valkywhee 2020-04-18 11:15 pm (UTC)(link)
[As the pair skid into the hallway, Nora shoves a chair back into the room and slaps the button that closes the door, which hisses shut, cutting off the utterly ridiculous scene within.]

What's a Commissar? [She looks up (way up) at him, head cocked. They definitely don't have loyalty officers where she's from.]
credit_not_blame: (Happy)

[personal profile] credit_not_blame 2020-04-19 12:02 am (UTC)(link)
"Maybe it's not, back in your home," Stacia says. He seems to be reassured by what she's saying, which is good. Judging by his concerns, the stories about werewolves he's familiar with are of the 'supernatural-rabies' variety. She wonders if other animals can catch his home's werewolf-rabies -- chickens? Moose? Or is it just humans? Would a moose-werewolf crave moose hearts or are human hearts somehow special? Maybe something to ask about later.

"Oh yeah. At a certain point, it may as well be "'close' only counts in horseshoes, hand grenades, and the apocalypse"."

She may or may not have made a relevant playlist.

"So...we cool? Or do you have more questions or concerns?"
fromfryingpantofire: (A - Heh)

[personal profile] fromfryingpantofire 2020-04-19 12:21 am (UTC)(link)
"Well, it's more that from what I remember hearing, it wasn't going to be the end of all things. But it was going to be the end of about half the population of the world, so seemed prudent to put a stop to it."

If he knew what she was thinking, he'd probably bitch face. And laugh. Because he'd heard that nickname a few too many times by this point.

"I mean. I'm a bit curious about how you change and what sort of form you have. But I think that's can be put off for the moment. I will definitely ask you if I have any questions."
credit_not_blame: (Neutral)

[personal profile] credit_not_blame 2020-04-19 12:30 am (UTC)(link)
"I stand by 'horseshoes, hand grenades, and the apocalypse'," Stacia says, sticking out her tongue at him.

It's probably good for both of them that he can't hear her thoughts. She's not lying about anything, but she is being careful to not reveal too much, since there was no way to know if Jorgmund was listening, or technically if Sam was going to turn around and report on her.

"I mean, I can show you if you'd like," Stacia says. "I'd need to duck behind something first, since as awful as these clothes are, I'd rather not completely shred mine. But I can absolutely show you what I look like when I shift."

To Crinos specifically, since that was the only other form Jorgmund for sure knew about so far.
fromfryingpantofire: (B&W - Smile)

[personal profile] fromfryingpantofire 2020-04-19 12:39 am (UTC)(link)
The look on his face was less calculating and more...curious. Interested. Sam kept himself and Dean alive by knowing more things about their enemies than their enemies knew about them.

"Okay. If you feel comfortable doing so, I'd certainly be interested in seeing it." He grins. "There's no telling what we may have to deal with going forward, so knowing what the people to trust look like when shit's going down would be a good plan."
likeits1999: (I ain't the sharpest tool in the shed)

[personal profile] likeits1999 2020-04-19 03:16 am (UTC)(link)
"Seventeen," Kevin says with the reflexiveness of ten years. He's happy that this dude seems to have sidetracked himself, though. He doesn't like it when someone digs in on how he sticks out or seems too young to be someplace, it's a danger sign.

"Uh, no," he answers the question. "Not yet. I was just... not sleeping, mostly, and that seems like more not sleeping than I was up for just yet."
likeits1999: (So much to do so much to see)

[personal profile] likeits1999 2020-04-19 03:43 am (UTC)(link)
Kevin doesn't take off when she goes, he knows he has to confront this eventually. Might as well be now.

He nods his head.

"You're the second werewolf I've met," he says. "Um. Third. But like, one of them was on the internet, and also the other one doesn't do the whole..." Kevin hulks his shoulders and hangs his arms a little to indicate the Crinos posture. "...anymore. So like. As long as we aren't taking parts of me off I'm good I guess."

He isn't sure how he's going to say the next thing that needs to be said. Oh boy.