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.
Re: Carrie Kelley [Robin] | DC
Good thing she made some friends. Saturday lounges against the doorframe, holding a bucket and a washcloth.
"Maybe clean your foot, first?"
2m.
And then a second groan, but appreciative this time.
"Thanks for relieving the squeeze. Hey, figured it has to run or dry out eventually, shyeah?" She hesitates one moment, but it's Saturday, so she admits in an undertone -
"Whatever it is they do to fire or make redundant people here, I'm not finding out like this. Seems easier to contain the mess."
Re: 2m.
The mop is removed from Carrie's hands, and Saturday commences to clean with the vigorous efficiency of someone raised by the kind of person who believes students cleaning the training hall after class taught discipline and respect.
(he was right, too. well, mostly.)
no subject
She takes the bucket with a fair amount of gratitude, leaning against the wall and cleaning down thoroughly - and watching Saturday with no small amount of respect.
As it turns out, neglectful parents and moving into a cave with a weird obsessive detective that blew up his house don't instill the best cleaning habits in you.
"Wiz. Tell me where you want me. D'you fight like you clean?"
no subject
Saturday has already gotten up half the inkspill.
no subject
She snaps to the task with efficiency and enthusiasm, piling in her arms first the broken printer, then assorted flown off broken bits from its percussive maintenance.
Saturday has made herself into someone who has Words to be Considered. A bit like at the Center, really.
"My boss had a butler," Carrie admits. "And then we lived in a cave."
no subject
no subject
You know, when it's said like that, the whole thing really does sound a little ridiculous. Carrie's quiet for a minute, just the clank of gathered parts and debris.
"Alfred was pretty aces."
no subject
"Sounds like a story," is what she settles on. "Alfred was the butler?"
no subject
She shrugs, a deceptively casual gesture. "Alfred didn't like me being there. Thought I shouldn't be involved. 'Time for you to run along home, young lady.'" Definitely an older man with a British accent she's imitating there.
"Didn't know him long, but he was nice. Keen hand with the stitches, too. Figure it's not much of a story though. Boss wanted to cut the ties to being a civilian, and needed some people to think he was dead." This is normal! A normal way!
no subject
She focuses on that for a while, thinking about what to say.
"Involved in what?"
no subject
She's quiet for a bit too, both putting effort into cleaning and turning over in her mind what to say, and what it even matters she says to people here.
Everyone's going to go there separate ways, right? And she's been in a cave for the past year with one guy with a Bat fursona and his budding army/cult.
"Community cleanup. Of the streets, you know. Things had gotten - real bad out there, and no one else was doing anything. Just - my boss had stung some people real bad in the past. Government folks and crazy clowns alike. Alfred didn't want me ending up like the last kid."
no subject
She's not asking what happened to the other kid. She can probably guess. Carrie is young for fieldwork, but 'jisan had started Saturday at a similar age, on small timers. Maybe it wasn't her boss' fault things had gotten out of hand - it hadn't been 'jisan's fault that the warehouse run had gone all to shit, after all.
no subject
Carrie shrugs a little, stretching out her shoulders before resuming work. Well, after a quick nervous twist of her mouth. Better to not linger on corporate talk, considering their current circumstances.
"The military were already sending out their big guy to shut it down, and there were the cops, and some of the crazies that liked to fight the Boss came out of retirement when he did. So lay low, then bite and finish it before they can bite us. It's been going."
War. They were preparing for war.
no subject
Saturday is getting flashbacks. Horrible flashbacke to horrible elves in horrible costumes, being horribly dramatic and shooting people she loves in the lungs because it's fine when you have a magic weapon that only kills if you want to, that makes attempted murder an aesthetic.
"Think you need to back up a bit. How'd you get sucked into fighting - sounds like just about everyone?"
no subject
"That's what people called them. I mean, they fought people, and most didn't work for the government, so. 'Nd some people thought they made it worse, that they caused these other crazies to costume up and fight them. But after they went away, it didn't get any better."
She has to think about that. It sort of did snowball pretty wildly.
"..Uh, well. Bruce - that's my boss - he wanted to take it slow at first. Give me a few weeks of training, you dig? But then everyone that needed fighting just showed up kind of at once. And there was a nuke. And something had to be done."
She has to think and pause again, not sure if she just made things sound even more stupidly out of control or not. The nuke was pretty unexpected by everyone.
no subject
Saturday is judging. Saturday is judging so hard. She also, uncomfortably, suddenly understands how Mama Sofia felt about her roping Maggie into shadow nonsense.
"Sounds like a hell of a party," she says instead. "So, your old man used to run around - what, fighting crime? - along with a bunch of others. They got told to stop cause violence belongs to the state, he refused, you came along just when shit caught up him?"
no subject
"I'm his soldier. I'm a good one." Her jaw is set.
"He agreed for a long time, okay? Longer than I'd been alive, about. And then he looked at what was going on, and he came back. I messed it up good, got my friend Michelle and I walking down this old arcade. There was this gang, they were gonna - he swooped in, saved us. So I got my own stuff together and headed out. Found him again after the first few nights."
She joined the shit willingly, thank you very much. A mature and reasonable decision.
no subject
no subject
Carrie shrugs, shifts uncomfortably. "There were stories of - occasional aliens and so on. But that's all kind of before my time. Figures they just saw things not right and thought they could help. Green Arrow seemed that type."
She sounds a lot less certain on this front as compared to her passionate defense of the street level stuff.
no subject
For a moment, all she sees is red hair, red blood, black wood. So she turns and soaks the rag, wringing it out, watching the inky patterns form.
"Well. I know where I'm from, cops don't go without a tank. If Gotham's got those kinds'a problems - sometimes there's no good alternative except what you build yourself. That's what Pops says. Your boss do a lot of community organizing?"
no subject
"Does that work for where you're from? If the cops got a tank, dollars to donuts it'd be sold onto the street within the day, feels like. Lots of community organizing, sure."
She briefly considers explaining the Batboys. Then she considers against it. It's very difficult to not make them sound like some weird cult-army, which they aren't. Really.
no subject
She's still thinking about arrows, and bubbling wet breath, and a heart that holding on tight couldn't keep beating.
no subject
Carrie takes a minute to wipe the back of one hand across her face, leaving a trail of grime on her forehead. She sits back on her heels, definitely just taking in how much left to clean, not at all watching Saturday from the corners of her eyes.
"... You good, there?"
no subject
She casts a glance over Carrie. "Wipe your face, kid, this stuff's bad for your skin."
"Right," she continues. "Anyway - yeah. We don't have regular cops, and the ones that will come, treat it like a war zone. They're right to. No one likes the pigs."
Changing the subject, changing the subject, tra la la
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)