Piper 90: Mods (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
goneawaymod) wrote in ![[community profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/community.png)
goneawaymemes2020-04-04 10:47 pm
goneawaymod) wrote in goneawaymemes2020-04-04 10:47 pm
Entry tags:
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:
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?
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
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.
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.
➤ 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.
no subject
Guts then pauses to observe the box, but can't really recognize what was inside it. Tobbacco did not exist at his end of the world yet. The closest equivalent would probably be a Church's censer spreading around clouds of incense.
"Smoke? Is that what those little sticks are for?"
no subject
She pulls one out and lights it, stepping across the room to reach up on her toes and open the very small window placed very high up. Which she then stands under. It cuts through the acrid drift of the smoke, but not all the way.
"If the smell bothers you, just say so."
no subject
The aroma of some stuffy church would be quite different from the smell of tobacco. He can't really say if he likes it or not - it wasn't sweet like frankincense or myrrh, inextricably tied to his less pleasant feelings about the Holy See. It was something new.
"Did this help you sleep?"
no subject
"...it's been a weird few months," she says, finally. "This whole transported to another world, trapped in someone else's business... this is actually the third time it's happened to me. It's getting tiresome, you know?"
no subject
"What were you trying to do before you came here?"
no subject
She rubs at a particular engraving on her arm, though Guts likely can't make it out from where he is. "You see, there were these bug spirit - they're not really bugs, but they mostly look like them. They were creating like, zombies - living bodies with their minds gone - in order to posses them, wear them like a skinsuit, yeah? And me and my friends went to fight them."
A swallow.
"It, uh. It didn't go too good. We were gonna blow the hive with us inside, you know, no other option - and then. Someone decided to change our fate. The queen of the hive and her consort escaped, but we got dragged with them. And now we can't go home until either they're dead or we are."
She shrugs.
"Been a real shitty three months, let me tell you. At least three months as I experienced it - every world we're in it seems like time runs differently. Up to, uh," quick count on her fingers, "four, counting this one."
no subject
A tired, knowing grin crosses his face. Guts of all people can appreciate the difficulty of that task in particular. Can't say he really relates to the idea of going back 'home' though, considering he's always wandered around from place to place. Must be nice. Even if it had loud, shitty cars.
"Well, you'd better not give up on it. Sounds like you have a lot of work to do to get back."
no subject
She sighs.
"I hope they went ahead and got out anyway. They can make do without me for at least one fight, we got allies. And this chance might not come again."
She says this in the manner of one who is unfortunately certain that her crew did no such thing. One for all, all for one, and the rest.
"What's your story?"
no subject
When the question turns toward him, Guts remains silent for a little while longer. He never really opened up about his past even to his traveling companions, so he's at a loss for what to say.
"I was only taught to use the sword, so killing enemies is all I'm really good at..."
He looks up a little higher, at the sliver of night sky he could glimpse through the window.
"The one I want to protect with it keeps getting hurt when they're near me. It's probably for the better that I stay here for a little while."
Yeah. That sounds good.
no subject
"Sorry to hear it." It doesn't sound like an invitation to further questions, so she lets it lie. "I've been training since I was a kid, too. Four years old, give or take - foundling, you know." Somehow she feels he might. "Pops taking me in saved my life."
no subject
"He taught you how to fight, huh? That's not a common thing for a woman."
Surprise, surprise, his terrible medieval world comes with awful gender roles. Guts has learned better from his companions, at least.
no subject
"Besides, I had to learn. I'm kinda - well, magic powers are a thing where I'm from, and I was born with a gift. I had to learn control, at least, or I woulda - well - I broke a kid's arm once without even meaning to, batting him away cause he was doing the whole I'm-not-touching-you game and I wanted him to stop. I was like, six."
no subject
The predators often simply got what they wanted, and those with the power to change things usually perpetrated the injustices further. Not that he felt any particular way about it - it was simply a fact of life. Nonetheless, he drops it to continue to listen to her story.
"... So you know magic? Are you a witch?"
A battle witch?? A part of him is curious to see that in action.
no subject
"Assuming you don't have any hidden magic powers yourself or nothin', we'd be about evenly matched even with your arm replaced." She flicks her cigarette butt out the window. "And if I hadn't just gone and warned you to take me seriously, I'd beat you. Big guys never see me coming." It's not a brag, just a fact of life. You'd think her sheer smallness would be the hint they needed that something was up, but somehow it never works out that way.
"Oh! And there's 'ni-chan." She pats her metal arm. "Magic sword. Can't beat one of those."
no subject
"Don't know much about magic myself..."
As far as Guts knew, his prowess on the battlefield was all experience and sheer force of determination. He was human down to his bones - just him and his sword.
"You're right, though, most opponents would take you for easy pickings. It's smart to use that to your advantage."
How their perceived fight would go is something he stays silent on. That's something to be decided when they spar.
no subject
She waves her hand. "Kinda made me feel bad when I found out, like I'd been cheating, but honestly if they were any good at all, they wouldn't have fallen for it in the first place." She has no doubts that he will agree. And that even if she hadn't told him what she could do, he would have taken her seriously in their bout.
no subject
Perhaps he worded it a bit bluntly, but the right sentiment is there. Why stress over that kind of thing? As far as he is concerned, anything is fair game once that threshold his crossed. Battle is already dirty enough simply trying to survive. Do whatever it takes to win - that's all that matters.
"It's a part of you, and your enemy's not gonna care when they're dead."
no subject
She makes little walking motions with two fingers, miming someone running into empty space, pausing, and falling to their death. Like Wile E. Coyote.
"Dumbass."
no subject
"You look pretty different from the elves I know. Should've guessed from the ears."
Honestly, he far prefers this scrappy fighter type of elf to the bugs.
no subject
She's a little wary; her world has moved past overt sexism and many of the more conventional forms of xenophobia, but there's still plenty for people to get... weird about. Especially around elves, and double especially female elves. But he really doesn't seem the type.
no subject
He gestures a little circle with his finger - about the size of a pigeon.
"They fly. And they're annoying."
And he'd be dead about twenty times over without the healing he got from them. That doesn't change the fact that a day doesn't go by without the urge to crush Puck in his fist.
"Most of 'em, anyway... Their lord is different, though. Somethin' else entirely..."
no subject
no subject
He doesn't say that lightly. Maybe it was the context with which he saw her appear, having finally reached the end of an unimaginably hard journey - all he could do is gawk at the flurry of petals. For someone like Guts, who'd known almost nothing but blood and sweat and misery, it felt disorienting to be surrounded by so much beauty at once.
"Her cakes are pretty good, too."
no subject