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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] wheyoftheadept 2020-04-06 02:05 am (UTC)(link)
"You don't seem like the conquering type." Saturday gives her a once-over. "Who's Hordak, and why did he want to conquer anything?"
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[personal profile] heterochrocatic 2020-04-06 02:08 am (UTC)(link)
"Got stuck with us on Etheria, wanted to get back to big brother Horde Prime. So obviously, you take over the planet," Catra says, then laughs. "It's stupid, isn't it? Then he got his family reunion and it wasn't even his own work that got him there."
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[personal profile] wheyoftheadept 2020-04-06 02:13 am (UTC)(link)
Saturday frowns. "He had to take over a whole planet to phone home? Was this some kind of "and don't come back until you've conquered a whole planet like a real man" sort of deal?"
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1d. NEED A HAND?

[personal profile] stickypete 2020-04-06 02:14 am (UTC)(link)
[The kid is pink. It is not the strangest thing he's seen but it's definitely...a thing. Some kind of thing.]

[Combined with the muttering and frustrated attempts at fixing the chair leg it almost makes him think of the boss in a video game turning red. Is the kid going to start flashing between colors next? Maybe teleporting around the room? He seems frustrated enough for that.]

[In any case, he looks very not-okay and geez he's young. Way too young for this. For a moment, Peter's blood boils, enough that it almost masks the constant low-grade buzz of his spider sense he's felt since having a bomb implanted in his chest.]

They have it in pieces so people can fit it up arrow stairs and into a bread box of an apartment, like the one I have back home.

[Peter walks in and kneels next to Steven, holding out a hand for the piece. No introduction, no small talk.]

Gimme.
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[personal profile] heterochrocatic 2020-04-06 02:18 am (UTC)(link)
"Oh, he definitely thought it was," Catra says, shaking her head. "But no, the planet was like, stuck in this bubble outside of normal space. I don't really get it, and Entrapta isn't here to explain it so that's the best you're going to get right now." Ha ha, just casually mentioning a friend she betrayed. Ow.

"Basically he needed the power from the planet to get back to where he came from."
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[personal profile] takenalive 2020-04-06 02:20 am (UTC)(link)
He's not very confident about slang but context helps - oh, yes, humans might well consider eating and digging to be similar acts, with the implements and the piles. Alloran picks up the thin and flimsy plastic spoon, as something that looks easier to operate than the other options, and moves in on the eggs.

They were probably reconstituted in bulk from a powdered form but heck if he can tell. The yielding texture means less time needed to grind it with those exposed bones so many mouth-people have, in fact it doesn't quite need to be processed with them at all. What a strange and interesting experience. Like the coffee, the curious intensity of it pulls him into the present moment, into the here and now and this body.

Speaking with food in the mouth, if he remembers right, is a violation of etiquette, and he's adding more rather than clearing it. Alloran switches to thought-speech, which is mostly perceived like sound, but not quite. Because Saturday's heard him talk through his Aria morph, that voice is probably how she'll hear his thought-speak.

<It has a tingle to it. Astonishing.>
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[personal profile] purple_paradox 2020-04-06 02:21 am (UTC)(link)
He blinked in response, then glanced at Gepetto, who bobbed in the air with amusement, before he started laughing loudly and heartily.

"If I had to pick, I would say a very tired robot who wants some coffee."

Segments of Gepetto's shell spun around, as close to laughing as he normally came.

"He is a very good robot," the Ghost added.
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[personal profile] stickypete 2020-04-06 02:21 am (UTC)(link)
See, he knew this might happen. Wall-crawling is a very unique and specific behavior. So using a fake name here was a good idea.

"That's a very conditional answer that depends on who's asking."

He sounds glib but he's also on guard. Eyeshine, recognizes him, animal theme...

"Would you perchance happen to be a supervillain who fights Spider-Man in an alternate dimension? Because in that case the answer is no, I'm not Spider-Man. I'm Fly Guy."

Flies can crawl upside down on things.
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[personal profile] wheyoftheadept 2020-04-06 02:22 am (UTC)(link)
Saturday nods, understanding. "Oh, yeah. I got stuck in a place like that, actually. Not Eternia, though. That's where I was before I ended up here."

She frowns at the next part. "So he was gonna, what, break it apart? What do you mean?"
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[personal profile] walkingballpit 2020-04-06 02:25 am (UTC)(link)
"Nice trick." He still keeps arranging everything, because shoving the mess aside is only half of helping her, but it's nice to get confirm that she's not too banged up.

And then she starts laughing to herself randomly. Maybe her aura whatever's like the average telekinetics, and headshots are still fair game?

Robbie keeps the smile on his face and ventures a second question. "Are you sure one of these didn't clip your head?"
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[personal profile] wheyoftheadept 2020-04-06 02:27 am (UTC)(link)
Oh, homeboy is a telepath - comes through clear and shocked, before she quite deliberately shuts down other thoughts and brings herself into the now, focusing on what she's doing and saying in the moment. Not out of paranoia, but politeness.

"That'd be the hot sauce," she says wisely. "Makes it spicy - without it, you'd just be tasting wet cardboard. If it's too hot, just grab a glass of milk. Now, the round brown things are gonna be kind of sweet and savory at the same time - and way softer than pancakes should be, unfortunately, but they're edible."
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[personal profile] heterochrocatic 2020-04-06 02:31 am (UTC)(link)
"So, there was a lot of magical power in the planet that usually got channeled through the princesses? But also First Ones technology? And he thought that by harnessing that power he could open a portal back home. Never really got it working, though," Catra does her best to explain what little she knows of how it all worked.

"It might have hurt the planet, maybe? What he wanted to do? The first time we tried opening the portals it almost destroyed the planet." Oops. Totally not Catra's fault, she promises.
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[personal profile] takenalive 2020-04-06 02:32 am (UTC)(link)
Alloran does not seem to notice her right away. All his eyes are glazed and distant. He moves a little faster out here with the open air, on some base instinctual level that responds to the less restricted space around him.

There is a kind of aura to him. Or something like a sound, like there was a song closely associated with a specific emotion playing on different instruments, with vocals in some other language.

The song in question is 'brooding', maybe, or 'disconnect'. It'll be a moment.
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[personal profile] garmr 2020-04-06 02:33 am (UTC)(link)
Guts’ head is full of thoughts - he looked more spaced out and tense rather than being immediately present - but it isn’t related to her. There is a lot to process from the last few days.

Still, her voice brings him back down to Earth and he immediately recognizes the problem. He’d been staring in her direction without realizing. Talk about awkward. He turns his head away towards the door of their small room, instead.

“Sorry. Can’t sleep,” he mutters, voice quiet.

He is a little too aware of all the sounds of the internal machinery, gaze tilting towards the distant clanks behind their walls.
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[personal profile] greatlyexaggerated 2020-04-06 02:34 am (UTC)(link)
[Erm..?

Cain ducks handily underneath a chair that goes clattering across the air, struck by it's own chair-brethren, and marvels for a second with flustered alarm at the physical improbability he's seeing before him. He's reminded a little bit of the efficacy of that poor fellow who used to be in Amberley's retinue - Simon, was it? - but he had the advantage of bulging muscles and a steady drip of combat drugs feeding directly into his brain, either of which this young juve decidedly seems to lack.

He falters for just a moment, caught between an actual choice between maintaining heroic reputation and self-preservation, as well as slight confusion. But the fact remains - he can't be seen running away taking the less dangerous route of herding away the staffers while leaving this young girl by herself. So of course, brave Commissar Cain steps in and slams a chair with the stick that had absolutely no chance of getting near her, but has the effect of looking useful and impressive anyway.


Your vigor is appreciated, but it's too dangerous - [He starts, very heroically, when he's interrupted by a loud CLANG from Nora putting a chair through another chair, and then he tries again.] - too dangerous of a situation, and this is no joke!
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[personal profile] purple_paradox 2020-04-06 02:35 am (UTC)(link)
"Very well," he replied, grabbing the side of the pallet. He could probably do most of it by himself, but this way she could show him where she wanted it.

"Whenever you are ready."
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[personal profile] takenalive 2020-04-06 02:37 am (UTC)(link)
He's something like a telepath, but he only projects, no ability to receive at all. Nothing comes through, and he's not looking at her to register if her expression changed.

Alloran files that away. Humans eat cardboard when it's properly prepared, and then it turns soft and yellow. <I see. How do you eat them?>
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[personal profile] wheyoftheadept 2020-04-06 02:37 am (UTC)(link)
"..." Saturday lies back down, hands behind her head.

"I couldn't either, first couple nights." The machine noise had worked its way into her head like an evil song, too regular to be the night noises of the city and too metallic to be anything natural. "You get used to it."
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[personal profile] wheyoftheadept 2020-04-06 02:43 am (UTC)(link)
"...why didn't he just ask the people already using it for help? Did he know it was gonna hurt the planet?" Saturday is clearly puzzled. "I mean, seems like asking the experts is less risk and effort, and then you can always backstab them when the job's done, if you don't care about your rep."
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[personal profile] ahtohollaback 2020-04-06 02:44 am (UTC)(link)
It's fine. Weeks of being sung at in her own mind have prepared her for this. It's not the voice she was hearing, but it doesn't send her into a panic.

And he looks strange, but so do trolls, and many other things about this place.

Elsa lets go of the railing, leaving the ice there. Her hands come up in front of her, more unsure and awkward than defensive or protective. She wants to know about the sound.

Carefully, she clears her throat. "Excuse me," asks Elsa, in a tone only barely loud enough to carry to where he is. "That sound. Is that you?"
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[personal profile] masculinitea 2020-04-06 02:44 am (UTC)(link)
[Vic is relieved that the other guy stepped in with something that appears to make sense, but then there's the glance. Uh oh. Something's expected of him. What does this guy want? He has to look tough-]

Yeah, bruh! It's not worth getting your little head crushed like a melon. Which I could totally do.

[wait maybe that was a bad idea? His tail switches and his hooves lift and clop nervously.]

Uh, I'm not threatening you though.
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2-I

[personal profile] malfoysance 2020-04-06 02:46 am (UTC)(link)
"I was quiet until someone decided to use me as bait to take Muggle office - implements!" Draco refuses to call them tools because that would imply that they're useful. "Don't blame me because you can't do your job."

He is sitting on a desk, having already learned that the tails are strong enough to pull a foot out from under him. A repeat performance of the wrestling match that ensued and lead to him being in the room when teams were determined will not be happening. He had meant to find out what was going on and sneak out before he was made to do anything. If the catgirl wants him to shut up and let her hunt, so be it.
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[personal profile] wheyoftheadept 2020-04-06 02:48 am (UTC)(link)
"Like so." She demonstrates, cutting a pancake into pieces, spearing two on her fork, and swirling it in the syrup. Then she eats it. "With really good pancakes you don't wanna drown them like that, but these are not good pancakes, so just use 'em to carry the syrup."

Saturday alternates bites of pancake with sausage and eggs, and, after a moment's contemplation, adds some more hot sauce to the eggs.
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[personal profile] heterochrocatic 2020-04-06 02:54 am (UTC)(link)
Catra grunted and hoisted the pallet and started leading the way towards the door.

"This way. C'mon." She tries to maneuver them through the door, but she's not really taking account of accommodations for her helper as she goes. Which means poor Saint-14 might be put in an awkward or hard to navigate position.
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[personal profile] purple_paradox 2020-04-06 02:55 am (UTC)(link)
"If we are in dire need of a shield, I can create one with my Light."

For a moment, a circular shield made of glowing purple light appeared on Saint's arm, before disappearing.

"But my access to the Light is limited, so it would be prudent to reserve it for a threat that necessitates it. That being said, we could bait the...creature into attacking the chair while the other sneaks around it and tries to land the killing blow. Your call."