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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!
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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.
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Bunny pauses as he realizes, he didn't actually ask about that part.
"Is there a reason?"
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"I was bored, I couldn't sleep, this place is bullshit, you looked friendly, I figured we could hang out." His brow draws into a thoughtful expression. "Although I'm starting to thing the cute ears and poofy tail are deceptive and you're kind of a dick."
Cool tattoos*, though. Probably some kind of Australian mobster thing. Mac wavers back and forth, not sure if he should bounce and go see if anyone else is going to humor him or if he should just consider this a commitment and stick around here until Bunny forces him out. It's not that Mac needs someone to like him or even want him around to enjoy spending time with them. He just needs someone there and he can make up whatever else he needs.
*are they tattoos? Mac doesn't know. Maybe they're spray-paint.
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Bunny presses the bridge of his nose against his paw, sighing out deeply, then smooths his ears forward with a quick reinvigorating shake. It's too close to sunrise for him to get back to sleep anyway.
"You wanna take a walk or something?"
He asks it with all the enthusiasm someone might ask 'you wanna fill out some insurance forms in triplicate?' but he does ask.
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Some people, Mac included, call it "rolling with the punches", but the truth is that approaching life as if everything is fine and thus everything will continue to be fine conjures up a strange sort of grace; it opens a door into the heart where anything can come* through and find a carpet underneath its feet. In this case it's a talking Australian rabbit with tribal tattoos, and Mac accepting that all of this is normal and fine and even pretty cool, because said rabbit's down for kicking around and dawdling.
"Sure. This place is so lame but it's also huge. Who knows what we're going to find just walking around." Out of curiosity Mac bends over and looks towards under Bunny's bed to see if they gave Bunny oversized rubber sandals the way they gave the rest of the hires, which, given Bunny's feet, Mac imagines will look like paddleboards. "All fails, we can go up to the roof and see how many staplers we can throw off the top before someone comes and threatens to zap the shit out of us."
*walk through, or more frequently be tugged through, trip through, or otherwise badgered through, because just about no one has ever willingly gone through that door.
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"How many staplers -" Bunny has to think about that a moment. Does he know what a stapler is? Does he need to? If it can be thrown off the side of the Rig, well, he's sure ready to throw something.
"Fine. Lemme -" He begins to reach instinctively for a pack that isn't there, and cuts the motion short with a grumble. No holster - no weapons, no gauntlets. It wouldn't be correct to say he feels naked without them, he just feels robbed, but that feeling never quite goes away, always scratching at his subconscious.
"Never mind. Lets go." He'll feel better when he's in the fresh air, seeing a sunrise. He jumps over Mac and out the door, loping a few meters on all fours before standing up to keep closer to Mac's eye level.
Now comes the weirdest part - small talking. Bunny hasn't had to talk small about anything in the handful of decades he can remember, and can't even remember meeting anyone new before he got to the Rig. How do mortals do this? Uh -
"Weather's terrible, isn't it?"
Yup. Somehow, some part of his memory knows clearly, this is what mortals talk about.
i'm sorry for the thing i have chosen to love
"Last time I tried it was six." They'd caught him because one of the staplers went wide and clattered off something on the rig, which completely blew up his spot. He'd spent a solid half-hour pilfering them, too, on account of them being just the right shape and weight to be super satisfying to chuck into the void. "But I got more of them since then. Kind of built up a stash, you know, always prepared. I'm thinking of maybe making that my motto."
He gives Bunny a weird look when Bunny tries to talk about the weather, a silent 'I don't give a shit about the weather'. There's small talk and then there's just being...Mac tries to think of the right word. Dennis would know. Separated from his friends he feels as if there are potholes he just keeps stumbling into and twisting his metaphorical ankle on, these little things he didn't realize he was relying on that are now missing. These people that'll offer up the right word he's looking for or pick up the phone when it's five a.m. and he can't stand to lay in bed a second longer.
Now he's just got a rabbit, which he's thankful for, mind you, but which isn't the same.
"So did your owner give you a name or...?" Because rabbits are animals kept as pets, and this one socializes with people, so clearly it's been a pet once.
I'm gonna die
"Excuse me? I am not owned by anyone."
He feels like he should be offended, but without his limited memories, he can't actually say he was never a pet ... much as instinctively he would like to.
"I'm the Easter Bunny," he informs Mac, as imperiously as he can. "You might've heard of me."
He waits to see how that lands.
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When they were kids, he and Charlie tried to catch the Easter Bunny about a thousand times, lying in wait with flashlights under the couch in Charlie's living room. The year they ambushed Bonnie Kelly and knocked her painstakingly-painted hardboiled eggs to ruin on the floor has to count as one of those transformative incidents that delineates boys from men. One way or another, they learned that rabbits don't lay eggs.
So. Dude wants to call himself the Easter Bunny, that's fine. Mac's withholding acknowledging that title until he gets some candy out of it.
He peeks his head around a corner - no security. "You got ideas of where to go or you want to commit to the roof? I'm Mac, by the way. Not actually Abraham Lincoln."
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"How is that the part you find hard to believe? You know someone else who's claiming the title? Met a lotta talking rabbits in your time?"
The actual talking rabbit scoffs back with so much certainty at the idea of other talking rabbits. He lacks so much certainty about things going back past half a century or so, but there's just a bottomless sureness to this assumption. If he were not the only one of what he is, he'd know. He'd have a name, for example.
"Rooftop, Abe. I could use a sunrise."
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"God damn it." Mac didn't even realize how close to sunrise it is, but Bunny's right. At least it'll be a nice view as they chuck these staplers heavenwards. "This prescription beer thing is killing me. If I had alcohol I'd either have knocked myself out by now or would have been partying all night. Wasted a good eight hours. Hey, Easter Bunny, don't you have to be nocturnal to lay all the eggs by morning?"
He jams the elevator button again, and then another time in short succession, never being good at waiting for things.
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"Dont be stupid," he sneers, but gently, as the elevator powers up one floor. "The eggs grow out of flowers."
Then, when the elevator doors are ALMOST closed, quick as a flash, he hits the emergency stop, snatches Mac's bag, and bolts through the half closed doors for the stairs. Up the flights he leaps, chuckling to himself.
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Asshole rabbit.
When the doors open to the top floor he runs out so quickly and abruptly he nearly loses a rubber sandal, looking around for Bunny. When he sees Bunny, he makes a violent hand gesture and shouts: "you better bring those back or I'm calling security!"
He sounds offended and annoyed, but there's a sort of of gleeful excitement at what Bunny might do, the way puppies get when their owner holds up a tennis ball and considers whether to throw.
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He can't even finish the sentence without devolving into snickers.
"Hey tell you what, if you can jump, you can have it back." He dangles the sack of staplers, still crouching, because frankly he's not sure Mac can jump at all.
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"No fair, dude, rabbits can't climb." Mac goes towards his second instinct, which is to try and bean Bunny in the face with something and knock him off the pipe. But, as much as Mac wants to get the staplers, this has become something fun, and for the first time since getting here it feels like the tendrils of discomfit and anxiety that accompany each night have receded; he's grinning when he comes back with some sort of clip that attached to the metal ropes of the top of the rig and launches it Bunny's ears.
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Bunny reaches into the bag for a stapler and throws it to deflect the clip. Thus far Mac's kind of an easy target, but it wouldn't be fun to deprive him of his own stolen goods, so he makes sure to aim so that the stapler still lands on top of the rig.
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The clip and stapler go zinging off, and Mac scrambles to grab both, his ammunition now doubled. Before he slings the stapler at Bunny, he pauses. The sun is starting to nose its way up over the horizon.
"Dude, you wanted to see a sunset?" He's absolutely pulling a "look over there" and hoping to bean Bunny when his attention's shifted.
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"You know what I meant!"
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"Yeah I did, that's why I didn't look west."
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There's a very palpable moment as Mac turns that over in his head and tries to figure out what Bunny just said while being impressed but not wanting to show it over the stapler catch. It's too much at once, like trying to stand on one foot while patting his head and rubbing his stomach.
He scowls (not particularly negatively) up at Bunny with his arms akimbo. "Dude, do you think they'll make us run five a.m. laps or something like in boot camps? Because I am not well-rested."
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Bunny tears his glance away from the gentle lavender of the sunrise just as long enough to glare EXTRA meaningfully at Mac. The boy is dim, but surely not too dim to get it.
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"Like who?"