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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 - Research)

[personal profile] fromfryingpantofire 2020-04-28 09:21 am (UTC)(link)
That gets a grin and a laugh out of Sam, shaking his head. "Probably a good idea to be wary of the fae. We have a fair amount of different types of fae in my world, but we don't really come into contact with them very often. Most of them don't go out of their way to harm humans. Tricks, sure, but harm is rarer unless a human makes a stupid deal. Or isn't clear on their terms.
heterochrocatic: (012 » I guess I'm pretty glad)

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[personal profile] heterochrocatic 2020-04-28 06:21 pm (UTC)(link)
Catra peers up at at Garviel as she steps off one of the treadmills, towel around her neck. Why she has it, considering she has fur and presumably doesn't sweat is a mystery. Mismatched eyes track the man for a long moment and then she speaks laconically.

"Careful, you might break it," she says, clearly referencing the training weapon held tightly in his hand. "Or pop a blood vessel. Not sure which comes first."
heterochrocatic: (002 » Like it really rough guy)

2-i

[personal profile] heterochrocatic 2020-04-28 06:26 pm (UTC)(link)
Catra isn't really a helpful person. She watches as Piper is jabbed again and again by the pen, an amused little grin cracking across her face before she finally decides to step in and help. She cups her hands around her mouth.

"Stop swinging that thing--" Without waiting for an answer, she darts in to try and snatch at the pen and the has to immediately duck away from the pipe. Be more patient, Catra.

"I said stop!"
crystalfangirl: ([11])

[personal profile] crystalfangirl 2020-04-28 11:56 pm (UTC)(link)
"Hey!"

Piper does manage to stop, redirecting her momentum towards the floor rather than Catra's head. But it's close. Like...almost smashed Catra's foot close.

"Do you mind!? I could've take your head off-"

The pen makes an attempt to tunnel up her nose, and Piper just barely manages to dodge. She swings her head backwards, managing to put herself off balance and toppling to the floor.
greyerrant: (Grey Angel)

[personal profile] greyerrant 2020-04-29 12:54 am (UTC)(link)
"I.... kill monsters as well. And physical training is necessary to that end."

He nods approvingly at her working out, shifting his grip on the training blade, looking about ready to stow it away and maybe lift some weights.
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Re: 1 f

[personal profile] greyerrant 2020-04-29 12:57 am (UTC)(link)
A MUTANT! Or maybe a stable one, like an abhuman. A felinid, perhaps? But fully capable of speech, and without any weird yowling or other strange behavior. He blinks, looking into the mismatched eyes with his own grey ones.

"If these weapons are so poorly made a bit of pressure from the hand of an Astartes can shatter them, they clearly weren't planning well." You know, nevermind the fact he can probably crush tank armor.
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[personal profile] valkywhee 2020-04-29 01:22 am (UTC)(link)
Nora gets the feeling Loken wouldn't know what to do with a fist bump, so she refrains. His loss!

"Look, if you're here to spar," she nods at his sword, "I don't know what a 'servitor' is, but there are training droids." She hits the stop on the treadmill so the belt slows and the pitch lowers over the course of a few seconds, not that she'd mind being sent flying by an abrupt halt. "C'mere, I'll show you."

Nora hops off the treadmill and trots towards the sparring area, not checking to see if Loken's following, and not shutting up. "On one hand, they kinda suck. On the other hand, no one cares if you wreck 'em, so it balances out, I guess. We had to fight some like them back home when they got hacked, but those ones were trying to kill us. Of course, I don't blame General Ironwood for wanting to keep his people safe, but he just doesn't think things through. Who builds a bunch of centrally controlled fighting robots with lethal weapons and doesn't have a failsafe? Sure, they went down easy, but that's not the point! Okay, here we are."

She and her stream of consciousness stop at the edge of the sparring zone, demarcated by lines on the floor with a control panel against the wall. "Droids are behind the bulkhead, settings are here," she says, tapping the panel. "They won't go outside the lines and if you ring-out 'em they just walk back, assuming they can still walk. Ha!"
heterochrocatic: (030 » A few blocks from here)

[personal profile] heterochrocatic 2020-04-29 02:12 am (UTC)(link)
"Do you want help or not?" Catra snaps back. As Piper swings at the pen and topples backwards, Catra ducks under the wild blow and then lunges, pouncing on the pen and pinning it to the floor. She grunts, then roughly snaps the thing in two with a wrench of her hands and tosses the destroyed writing implement to the floor next to Piper. She looks down.

The same pounce that had siezed the pen had landed her atop Piper, whom Catra now straddled.

"There," she said. "No more killer pen." She stands and dusts her hands off.
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Re: 1 f

[personal profile] heterochrocatic 2020-04-29 02:43 am (UTC)(link)
"Sure, okay. Just trying to be helpful." Catra held her hands up, as if trying to ward off any ill-will.

"I don't know if they were planning on having anyone quite so, uh... large." She looks him up and down, settles her hands on her hips. "You might want to work that anger out though, before they give you a zap to improve morale."
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[personal profile] greyerrant 2020-04-29 04:43 am (UTC)(link)
"Your help is appreciated." Sure Loken. With a curt phrase right that it's very obvious how much the Space Marine appreciates it.

He shifts his weight, and seems to size her up, rumbling a query. "You volunteering?"
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[personal profile] greyerrant 2020-04-29 05:02 am (UTC)(link)
Loken is silent, but listens attentively to her long explanation of what are clearly abominable intelligences that he is allowed to smash into tiny pieces. His expression sharpens when the word General is said, but he nods and lets her continue. He steps into the sparring zone, taking up a one-handed preparatory stance for blade-work, resembling the two-handed plow guard which is the basic guard of most blade schools, but adapted for the shorter gladius-like practice weapon he has taken up.

He hasn't had a chance to fight since the Saturnine Gate, and while these strange mechanical creations are certainly no castellax robots, or even spindly blade-servitors, they will do to get his blood flowing, and his mind focused in a fighting state. He needs to do something other than brood, and some brief release of his own locked-down kill urge will probably allow him to plan an escape, or even a rebellion more effectively.

"I don't expect them to be walking after I am done with them."

He nods to Nora and says, "Send as many as you like. Maximum lethality."

Though he won't offer the same niceties to the robots, he does salute Nora with a blade flourish before returning to his combat stance, obviously somewhat happier now that he has something he can destroy without consequence.
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[personal profile] valkywhee 2020-04-29 05:23 am (UTC)(link)
Nora returns the gesture. It's very clearly not something she does often, because that is one sloppy salute. Also, she giggles, which makes her seem about 12.

"There's no 'lethality' setting, but I'll crank the difficulty to max." True to her word, she taps commands into the panel, the recessed droid storage door slides open, and fragile-looking robots troop out, wielding various forms of training melee weapon, or even just bare metal fists. Since she's turned the metaphorical dial to an equally metaphorical 11, they don't wait for Loken to ready himself or give any signal, just charge the moment their sensors detect that they're inside the confines of the ring.

Weight on her back foot and arms folded, Nora settles in to watch, or to bail him out if he's not as good as he seems.
Edited 2020-04-29 05:25 (UTC)
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[personal profile] cachedout 2020-04-29 06:38 am (UTC)(link)
Cayde sighs. "Figured. But I knew they could get along without me."

He finally drinks some of his coffee, thinking about it. He wonders how many of his old caches have been pulled up between his now and Saint-14's now. How many letters from a dead guy people have gotten to read. What they thought about them.

But he also knows that the itch of curiosity can't change the fact they're not his to worry about, anymore. If there was anything left to say that wasn't said, it's all moot now.

Another thought.

"Hey Saint, you like birds, right?"

It just pops in out of nowhere.
heterochrocatic: (008 » Might seduce your dad type)

[personal profile] heterochrocatic 2020-04-29 02:10 pm (UTC)(link)
Catra, from her mighty height of 5'5", crosses her arms and peers up at the mountain of man that is Loken.

"Not really. I mean, I'm used to fighting people bigger and stronger than me, don't get me wrong. I feel like it'd be a bad time, though..." She gives him another eyeballing.

"Think you might be a bit too angry."
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[personal profile] crystalfangirl 2020-04-29 08:23 pm (UTC)(link)
It's a good thing Catra stood up, or Piper would have shoved her. This world is humiliating and she's pretty sure she hates it and not showing it all over her face was just beyond Piper's ability right now.

"This is so stupid," she mutters as she stands up, dusting herself off with as much dignity as she can salvage, before turning to Catra and taking a deep composing breath.

"Uh...thanks."
heterochrocatic: (028 » I hope it's already too late)

[personal profile] heterochrocatic 2020-04-29 08:56 pm (UTC)(link)
Catra crosses her arms, watching as Piper gets herself to her feet. She shares much of the sentiment the other girl is exuding and there's a short little 'ha!' at Piper's muttering.

"Yeah. It is stupid." Catra looks behind her briefly, just to make sure she won't ruin her cred.

"Of course." As if she saves people from killer pens every day. "I'm Catra."
Edited 2020-04-29 20:57 (UTC)
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[personal profile] crystalfangirl 2020-04-30 01:05 am (UTC)(link)
Piper tenses, because she she's about to get teased. It's silly. It's so silly and it's at her expense and she needs a good comeback.

But then it doesn't really happen. That's...a really nice surprise. Kind of drives home how they're all in this together.

"Piper." Her smile is genuine and relieved. She points down at the pen, bleeding ink all over the floor. "Does this happen a lot?"
likeits1999: (I ain't the sharpest tool in the shed)

[personal profile] likeits1999 2020-04-30 01:33 am (UTC)(link)
"Not... really," Kevin admits. "It uh. I guess it didn't seem relevant to tell me, if they were all dead."
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[personal profile] greyerrant 2020-04-30 05:47 am (UTC)(link)
"The sad truth of it is, you're probably right, I have been in a perpetually foul mood for..."

He frowns. "The past 7 years."
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[personal profile] greyerrant 2020-04-30 05:58 am (UTC)(link)
Loken wastes no time hurling himself at the robots, though there is a brief initial halt as he pauses, watching how the robot carrying a pole weapon fights. It takes a tentative poke at him, which he promptly parries and counters, stepping and chopping at the neck, sending it reeling back with the robot fountaining sparks which look oddly like arterial spray. He doesn't stop to gloat, immediately shifting engagement to two fisticuff-bots, smashing one with a hilt strike to wrong-foot it a moment before he cuts the legs out from the other. The staggered bot gets no chance to recover as he bodily picks it up and hurls it into several sword-wielding compatriots with a metallic crunch. He follows after the improvised battering ram, leaping feet first into one with a quarterstaff, slamming it to the foot before finishing it with a vicious stomp. It makes a grinding noise before subsiding, and Loken straightens himself in the remaining wreckage as another 3 rush him, swapping the short blade to a two-handed grip for more leverage as he sweeps a cut across his incoming foes, smashing them to the ground, and also consequently shattering the practice weapon.

"That was unfortunate." He comments, then proceeds to start finishing the fight with fists and boots.
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[personal profile] valkywhee 2020-04-30 06:31 am (UTC)(link)
Wow, he's good. Nora, who has nothing whatsoever resembling a poker face, starts to grin and bounce on her toes as she watches the extremely one-sided fight. She's seen some of the best Hunstmen of the era in action, and none of them move like him. Well, maybe Oscar when Ozpin's steering, and that says a lot.

Nora outright laughs when the training sword breaks. "Their gear is junk. I can't wait to see you with a real weapon!"
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[personal profile] gempathizing 2020-04-30 05:42 pm (UTC)(link)
[ There's always a win somewhere in there when he can get someone to laugh. That much never changes, at least. ]

Yeah. A lot of... [ Steven lets his eyes trail back over to their new exclusive furniture on ice showcase. Chairs: active and mean. ]

Well, let's just call it personality. Guess they weren't joking about this "Stuff" stuff.
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[personal profile] credit_not_blame 2020-04-30 08:34 pm (UTC)(link)
"Yeah, that's fair," Stacia agrees. "So, when I said earlier that I'm a Shadow Lord? That's my tribe. It means..."

She purses her lips, trying to figure out how to phrase it.

"We're the ones who are willing to play a little fast and loose with the rules to get stuff done," she says. "A lot of other Garou think we're assholes, and I'm not going to say they're wrong to think that. But I'd appreciate it if you kept the 'Shadow Lord Ragabash' thing from Jorgmund. It's a lot easier to play fast and loose when people aren't expecting you to, you know?"
likeits1999: (So much to do so much to see)

[personal profile] likeits1999 2020-04-30 08:36 pm (UTC)(link)
"You think they might know about it? I kinda... well, what I was couldn't stay a secret after they shocked me, but I guess they could've been lying about being surprised."

Kevin's over here starting a doubt cycle over his actions and choices.
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Re: Garviel Loken | Horus Heresy

[personal profile] wheyoftheadept 2020-04-30 08:42 pm (UTC)(link)
2-I interior wreckorating

"Really? You've been missing out." The sarcasm in the very short, widely grinning woman's voice is obvious. "Heads up!"

The conference table lashes out with one of its phone cords - apparently its the type with features - and Saturday jumps right over it, flipping and twisting in the air to land on the table itself. It bucks; she slams her sword into what looks like it might be a nerve center, to no particular effect other than stabilizing herself on its back. Fuck.

"Try an' do something about those teeth!" she calls, and switches to trying to hack off a leg. He may or may not have noticed her pointed ears under her messy black hair, but she doesn't resemble a classic elf in any respect. She's short - 5'1" - densely muscled, and her features are broad and flat rather than delicate.
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