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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] cachedout 2020-04-19 03:54 am (UTC)(link)
Cayde is reminded, once again, that none of these people have ever seen an Exo before and have no idea what to do or say about him.

"Name's Cayde-6. And I'm feeling like the lax security is either overconfidence, or they're feeling out what we're capable of before they tighten the leash."

Saying it doesn't really matter, Cayde figures as he takes them across one last threshold out of the pedestrian taupe of the better work environment and back to the grubbier grey of the crew deck.

"Security guys light a lot of trash fires where you're from?"

His tone remains even, he thinks the jibe doesn't need any help.
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[personal profile] stickypete 2020-04-19 04:43 am (UTC)(link)
Uh, anything but Sticky?

[Peter follows along, keeping an eye out for staplers. Little bitey bastards. And the staple removers are even worse.]

My name's Ben. [A pause.] But if we're going with earthy hobo names, I've always been a fan of "Hubcap."

[A small scotch tape dispenses starts engaging in a futile act of restraining him Lilliputian style but he kicks it away.]

"Hubcap Benny, Hobo King of Queens" has a better ring to it than "Sticky."

[Another pause.]

To be fair, anything sounds better than "Sticky."
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[personal profile] credit_not_blame 2020-04-19 04:43 am (UTC)(link)
Stacia looks up in surprise when he says that she's not his first werewolf, but it really hits her when he says he knows a werewolf who can't shift anymore.

People being familiar with the concept of werewolves is reasonable, and so is people who know that they're real. But if he knows a werewolf online and a werewolf who's lost the wolf, they might be from the same place.

"Yeah?" she asks, more casually than she feels, looking him over more closely than she had when they were cornered by a murderous table. Maybe it's just the terrible florescent lighting in here, but he looks pretty washed out. "You Kin or something?"
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[personal profile] cachedout 2020-04-19 04:52 am (UTC)(link)
Hey. I give out nicknames, not titles. You're gonna have to go over my head for that one, your highness.

[ Cayde brushes aside little things and shuts doors on lumbering oddities, but he's hunting bigger game. He saw something back this way not too long ago but gave it a wide berth. Maybe with another set of arms on deck, though... ]

So, how are you at tying knots?
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[personal profile] likeits1999 2020-04-19 04:59 am (UTC)(link)
"...Alright, there's no way to say this that's not gonna be horrible probably, so like. The first thing I wanna say is: I know that."

This is the best attempt at disaster mitigation of all time.

"But uh. Vampire, dude."
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[personal profile] likeits1999 2020-04-19 05:03 am (UTC)(link)
Kevin backs up upon being stamped at, just by reflex. Big horse hooves make anybody nervous. The effect is spoiled somewhat, however, by the choking noise he tries very hard to contain upon hearing Vic's name.

"Um. Can you repeat that?"
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[personal profile] stickypete 2020-04-19 05:10 am (UTC)(link)
The attitude is kind of novel. Very good-natured. Instead of "eek, a man of spiders!" it's compassionate and gentle.

Kid seems nice, so he tries to handle this as transparently as possible.

"Don't worry kid, I'm not looking for a fight."

He stays up there, planning on hopping down only after he defuses any potential scare.

"I was just checking the place out. Seeing if there are any useful hidey holes or vents to wiggle through on the ceiling. For me, gravity is sometimes just a suggestion rather than a rule."
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[personal profile] stickypete 2020-04-19 05:56 am (UTC)(link)
"Uh, excuse you? I'm a birth year shy of being mocked for getting participation trophies in think pieces. You young whippersnappers think you invented annoying Boomers, yet can't even remember a time MTV annoyed them by still having music on it."

He smirked a little.

"Nailed the borough, though."

He stops piling gross stuff on his tray and holds out a hand for shaking.

"Name's Ben. Ben Reilly. You from the city?"

The city. What other city matters?
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[personal profile] stickypete 2020-04-19 06:03 am (UTC)(link)
Not as good as I usually am without some of my gear, but good enough.

[He misses his webbing big time.]

[He suddenly realizes what Cayde is talking about. He talks in a hushed voice, sounding like a big game hunter respectful of someone else going on a challenging hunt.]

Ooh, I know what you're going for. She's a wily one. Hard to pin down.

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[personal profile] cachedout 2020-04-19 06:38 am (UTC)(link)
[ Cayde's battered jaw can't do much in terms of expression, but the plates that shift around his eyes reconfigure in what can only be part of a smile when "Ben" gets it. ]

Oh good, we can skip introductions.

[ There's a distant sound of something sliding along the floor, and Cayde zeroes in on it. ]

I'm thinking two of us is enough to tie that thing up. You're sticky, and I got a real good grip. Take the ends and reel 'em in, and we got it.
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[personal profile] credit_not_blame 2020-04-19 06:39 am (UTC)(link)
Oh. Well. Shit.

Stacia doesn't recoil like she touched a hot stove, nor does she immediately shift back to Crinos to try and take his head off. She does straighten up and her body language goes from 'non-threatening' to 'surprisingly intimidating for a tiny girl'.

"All right, you have my attention," she says crisply. "Keep going."

Go on. Explain why she shouldn't go crying to management saying that she was unable to save you from death-by-table.
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[personal profile] likeits1999 2020-04-19 06:47 am (UTC)(link)
Well, he's not dead for real yet. That's at least better than one of the possible outcomes.

"I'm not totally sure where else you want me to go with it," Kevin admits. He's primed to bolt if she moves too quickly, toe on the vampiric gas pedal. He thinks he can out run a werewolf if he has to. He hopes he can outrun a werewolf if he has to.

"I didn't ask to get made, and I didn't ask to be here. The company knows, they told me they can keep me in blood. I know werewolves don't like us, I get it."
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[personal profile] masculinitea 2020-04-19 07:04 am (UTC)(link)
"Pissing Victorious. Vic for short," he growls, leaning down to try and emphasize just how big he is. "'Sa perfectly good centaur name, pipsqueak! A gerund followed by an adjective. That's how it works."

It's not the best name and the idea of someone mocking it is hitting a little close to home. Why can't things ever just be cool? Vic's tail flicks and his sides shiver. He crosses his arms and puts his hands in his armpits, the hair barely contained by the shirt straining to cover him, so they don't betray him.
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[personal profile] purple_paradox 2020-04-19 01:23 pm (UTC)(link)
Saint coughs awkwardly in response.

"I, uh. Didn't know they had speakers."

He shuffled uncomfortably for a moment, but the apparent awkwardness of the situation didn't keep him from tapping his foot in time to the music.
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[personal profile] purple_paradox 2020-04-19 01:32 pm (UTC)(link)
"What?" he asked as he was currently beating one folding chair to death with the...'corpse'...of another. "Why would I say this? They cannot throw me, I am much too huge! You, maybe they could throw, you are tiny, but they have no hands!"

He actually gets the joke, since some Hunters like to try and bring back old jokes and memes they find recorded in old pre-Golden-Age media they might find out in the ruins they explore. He's just heard this one way too many times from them to bite.
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[personal profile] purple_paradox 2020-04-19 02:39 pm (UTC)(link)
Saint isn't exactly what one could call nimble, so trying to catch something like this fire hose bare handed on his own would have been a struggle. But with Adora keeping it pinned down, it proves much easier for him to leap forward and grab its 'neck' at the base of the nozzle.

Despite the hose's struggling, he keeps it firmly in place with his grip. With his free hand, he grabbed the nozzle itself, twisting and tearing it off in one clean motion. The thing falls limp, and Saint sighs.

"Well," he said, "That's one way to start a day."
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[personal profile] purple_paradox 2020-04-19 02:50 pm (UTC)(link)
"Saint-14," he replied, managing to get a couple pieces in the right place. "Managing is a good word for it, I suppose. I'd be happier with my armor and weapons, but I've been making do."
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[personal profile] purple_paradox 2020-04-19 03:23 pm (UTC)(link)
Saint politely waves his hand to reject the offered water.

"It seems like whoever runs this place somehow considers it the biggest threat ever but doesn't take it all that seriously either. Otherwise you would think they would take better care of this place so this wouldn't happen so easily."
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[personal profile] wheyoftheadept 2020-04-19 04:13 pm (UTC)(link)
"Oh, I'll be dollars to doughnuts they do consider it a threat - but they also go their bottom lines to think of, you know?" She glugs down some more water and reattaches the water. "Also we're probably lab rats as much as we are free labor. I mean what else are they gonna test this stuff on, real people?"
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[personal profile] passifloraincarnata 2020-04-19 05:43 pm (UTC)(link)
She stays backed against the wall, but some of the cornered tension leaks out of her prepared posture. She's still wary, but she's not ... instantly braced to for an unpleasant surprise, anymore. Not that she's expecting him to notice it; she doesn't know that he can, after all.

She cocks her head. "Do you mean it?" She's suspicious, but clearly hopeful; that he's serious is clearly the outcome she wants to believe in.

And, notably, distinctly less weirded out by a strange person crawling on the ceilings than someone who doesn't look like she can do much more than a normal person can do - appearances, he'd know, being deceiving, notwithstanding - should be.

Her eyes flick up - not at him, but the ceiling and walls around him, trying to pick out what she can make out on her own. "... did you, uh - find any?" She can't help the brief hesitation, though, her own innate awkwardness with herself and what she expects of who she is rather than who she's trying to be getting in her confidence's way. But her invested curiosity gets her away from the wall anyway, a deliberate act of trust and certainty she doesn't entirely do consciously, but doesn't take back once she's realized she's made it.
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[personal profile] purple_paradox 2020-04-19 06:49 pm (UTC)(link)
"I am not an Exo," Gepetto replies politely. "I am a Ghost. I was never human, but I was created by the Traveler to channel its Light so that Brother Saint-14 can fight the forces of Darkness as a Guardian."

"He's had to explain that a lot since we've arrived here," Saint adds.
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[personal profile] purple_paradox 2020-04-19 08:17 pm (UTC)(link)
"Ah, yes, very Hunter-like," he replied with a sagely nod.

Cayde, like most Hunters, was very good at avoiding things he wanted to avoid. Saint, unlike most Titans, was very perceptive. But he was still a Titan, and that meant he was resolved to ask the unpleasant questions that needed asking.

"So..." Saint continued, a firmness in his voice that he hadn't really used since he stepped down as Vanguard Commander. Gepetto awkwardly looks between the two Guardians. "Those wounds. You know I have to ask."
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[personal profile] credit_not_blame 2020-04-19 09:46 pm (UTC)(link)
He sounds like she used to, sometimes, when she was still complaining about being Garou. She wonders how long he's been around to sound like that.

"Yeah, we typically don't care for humans getting eaten by things," she says dryly. "Glad to hear that you're not planning on grazing on people who are already having a bad day."

Though she wouldn't be too terribly upset if he took out a few of the people in charge of 'staffing decisions'.

She crosses her arms. "If you know that werewolves and vampires don't get along, what happened to the other two you mentioned?"
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[personal profile] likeits1999 2020-04-19 09:56 pm (UTC)(link)
Kevin eyes the stairwell around them, speculative. "It's... uh. A long story, and I don't know how much it has to do with you cause like."

A pause as he tries to figure out how to make this work in words.

"The thing is that back home, the two werewolves I know are the only two werewolves anymore. It's kind of the end of the world right now."

The way he says it, some real exhaustion leaks through in tone. Kevin's not faking anything, and not trying to fake anything. He has no reason to, and nothing to lose.
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[personal profile] credit_not_blame 2020-04-19 10:04 pm (UTC)(link)
"Yeah, sure." Stacia turns away and trots off to find cover, trusting that Sam is either cool enough not to try and jump her when her back is turned or that he at least wouldn't be fast enough to do it from his sitting position. She ducks down behind the training equipment and strips out of her clothes (still not worth it to dedicate them to herself) and lets the Rage within her surge to the surface.

What trots back out into view is something that strolled out of a Hollywood Horror film, so real that it almost loops back around to looking fake. Stacia is still bipedal, but her legs are wolflike and her arms are long enough that she could likely knuckle along with little difficulty. Each limb ends in claws that look more like razor sharp talons, and she has teeth to match. She's also very, very big, which is why she stops at about the halfway point to give Sam the option to approach her instead of cornering him. Her eyes are wolfish gold and her shaggy fur is gray and brown and white. Her crown braids are even still there, woven into the fur on her head.

Stacia makes a chuffing noise and swishes her tail, then slowly and deliberately boops her own nose to indicate that she's perfectly in control of herself, thank you.