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Piper 90: Mods ([personal profile] goneawaymod) wrote in [community profile] goneawaymemes2020-04-04 10:47 pm
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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.


purple_paradox: (Steel Calls For Steel)

Re: Saint-14 - Destiny/Destiny 2

[personal profile] purple_paradox 2020-04-05 09:10 pm (UTC)(link)
Well, that was one way to deal with it. Saint spits out a bit of mattress stuffing that got caught in his mouth in all of the commotion.

"What is going on?" he managed to cough out with the last of the fluff. "Are there any more of those...things?"

He'd bet his last Glimmer on it. When it rained around here -- literally and metaphorically -- it usually poured.
wheyoftheadept: (Default)

Re: Saint-14 - Destiny/Destiny 2

[personal profile] wheyoftheadept 2020-04-05 09:43 pm (UTC)(link)
"I have no fucking idea. Maybe that Stuff stuff they were telling us about? Reality warping shit - this is pretty warped."

A firehose hisses out from its hidden slot, unraveling, and she lashes out. It is suddenly two halves of a firehose, split lengthwise and lying limp on the floor.

"We gotta check the rooms, see if people are okay - " That's when the medical cart comes bellowing down the hall, spraying syringes. Saturday dives out of the way.
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Re: Saint-14 - Destiny/Destiny 2

[personal profile] purple_paradox 2020-04-05 10:22 pm (UTC)(link)
Saint stands his ground, a glowing, purple circular shield manifesting on his arm, which he uses to deflect the syringes before promptly smashed into the oncoming cart, reducing it to scraps of metal. It almost felt like a waste of Light to use his abilities on such an enemy, but there was no time to try and search for his normal weapons.

"You lead the way," he said, hefting his shield slightly "I'll cover you."
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Re: Saint-14 - Destiny/Destiny 2

[personal profile] wheyoftheadept 2020-04-05 10:32 pm (UTC)(link)
"Roger." Saturday lunges out ahead and starts calling shots. She seems to have a knack for knowing when something is coming just a moment before it appears - like she can see around corners, almost. This is particularly useful when it seems like half the bedroom furniture has gone made with rage; on at least one occasion she catches a herd of bedsheets before they sneak up and strangles the pair.

"What a fucking place this is," she pants as they shelter in a stairwell at the end of the hall. "Christing fuck. I didn't get your name?"

purple_paradox: (Look to the Future)

Re: Saint-14 - Destiny/Destiny 2

[personal profile] purple_paradox 2020-04-05 10:41 pm (UTC)(link)
"Saint-14," he replies, in between blocking volleys of staples being shot at them from a dozen rogue staplers just down the hallway. "A pleasure to make your acquaintance...?"

He gives Saturday an opportunity to introduce herself as another set of projectile staples plink uselessly against his shield.
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Re: Saint-14 - Destiny/Destiny 2

[personal profile] wheyoftheadept 2020-04-05 10:44 pm (UTC)(link)
"Saturday. Pleasure's all mine - " She whirls and cold-cocks a floor lamp as it comes up behind her, intent on tangling her in its cord. "How long you been working here?"
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Re: Saint-14 - Destiny/Destiny 2

[personal profile] purple_paradox 2020-04-06 01:39 am (UTC)(link)
"'New hire'," he replies, making air-quotes with his free hand. He seemed insulted by the title.

It is, after all, a significant step down from "greatest Titan to ever live."

"Though it feels like I've already been here too long," he continued. "How about you? Been here long?"
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Re: Saint-14 - Destiny/Destiny 2

[personal profile] wheyoftheadept 2020-04-06 01:47 am (UTC)(link)
"Couple days. It doesn't get better." She takes a swing from a bottle of water attached to her workbelt and offers it to Saint, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand. "First time this Stuff thing's gotten on the rig that I've experienced. Creepier than the brochure."
purple_paradox: (Steel Calls For Steel)

[personal profile] purple_paradox 2020-04-19 03:23 pm (UTC)(link)
Saint politely waves his hand to reject the offered water.

"It seems like whoever runs this place somehow considers it the biggest threat ever but doesn't take it all that seriously either. Otherwise you would think they would take better care of this place so this wouldn't happen so easily."
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[personal profile] wheyoftheadept 2020-04-19 04:13 pm (UTC)(link)
"Oh, I'll be dollars to doughnuts they do consider it a threat - but they also go their bottom lines to think of, you know?" She glugs down some more water and reattaches the water. "Also we're probably lab rats as much as we are free labor. I mean what else are they gonna test this stuff on, real people?"
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[personal profile] purple_paradox 2020-04-19 11:24 pm (UTC)(link)
"So, not entirely unlike Clovis Bray, then."

Being an Exo, Saint technically was indebted to the megacorporation that brought him back to life--the first time, before becoming a Guardian--by placing his mind into his current mechanical body, but as a Guardian he had seen enough remnants of their shady dealings throughout the Solar System.

He liked Ana Bray well enough, at least. She was honest and earnest, if too eager to take her family's legacy and mission statement at face value.
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[personal profile] wheyoftheadept 2020-04-19 11:32 pm (UTC)(link)
"That a corp? Sounds like a corp." Without waiting for an answer, Saturday continues. "But yeah. If the business model doesn't seem to make sense, that's 'cause someone's lying about what the business is."

Life in a cyberpunk dystopia leaves you with a healthy distrust of any company larger than about twenty people. At least the streets have some honest scum in the mix.