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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:
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.
Kevin Ingstrom | Vampire: The Masquerade (OC)
f/g) No Rest For the Weary/Blow Off Steam Combo
Kevin's awake, and it's honestly not all that weird for him. Being awake all day is the weird part for a vampire, and it's almost comfortable once the rig goes into lights-out. These are his hours, and things are calmer and quieter and less... He will just leave it at "less."
He's not tired, he's not hungry, and he's also lacking all the other things that usually fill his nights. No dog to look after, no skateboard to pour his energy into, no friends that might want to talk, no end-of-the-world-related problems. It's kind of spooky, and he has to find something to go do right now.
Luckily, it seems his ID will still open the training room door in the middle of the night. He explores it, feeling a spike of trespasser's excitement and wishing they hadn't took his skateboard because this place has options.
Soon enough, the long plexiglass window that shows off the facilities to the hall frames a teenaged boy finding new and interesting ways to climb and jump off of the equipment, especially the obstacle course. He's not approaching it in order or as a challenge, but finding different ways to find his way to the tops of things, and to flow back down off of them. He's fast, weirdly fast, and totally absorbed in what he's doing.
At last, peace.
k) Here's The Plan
Kevin's keeping his voice down as he peeks out into the hallway, watching the lumbering shape of the conference table. It's been patrolling along, even seeming to sniff around doors, but the Stuff doesn't seem to have successfully given the thing a sense of smell. Small mercies.
"So uh. I can totally outrun that thing. That is a thing we can def use to our advantage here."
m) Cleanup In Aisle Everything
Kevin's shoving a wide broom along the floor to pile up a bunch of copy paper that's been flung everywhere. Some of it bunches up, soaking up coffee, and he makes a stinkface at the ink smears he's finding along the tile underneath. This job sucks, but he wants to like. Not fuck up. That would be great.
"Dude do we have like, a bucket or something? And like a mop, this stuff's all sticky and shit."
He looks doubtfully over at the person closer to the cleaner cart, and steps out of a big ink smear. It's all over his shoes now and leaving treadmarks.
*) Wildcard Option
Bring your own prompt, run into Kevin somewhere!
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She seems pretty confident in her ability to single-handedly destroy a conference table for a five-foot-nothing girl.
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"Like, meaning no offense, but how?"
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Normally she wouldn't be this cavalier, but Jorgmund already knows that she can shapeshift. They've seen her in Crinos, though some of them only very briefly. She's going to have to deal with that before she can go home, and she probably shouldn't be splashy with it, but she really wants to rip something apart with her bare hands right now.
"Short version is," she says, dropping the smile before it freaks him out too much, "I can get big and strong with bonus claws and teeth, and I'm really pissed off. I will absolutely fight a table if you distract it for me."
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"Alright, done deal then, dude."
He extends his fist to pound it with just enough seriousness for it to feel like a handshake.
"We'll see if I'm as fast and you're as smashy as we think."
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"It's a plan," she says. "And afterward, we should talk sprinting verses cross country."
She falls back to give him room to either limber up or jump out, depending on his preference. Also so she has room to shift without throwing him into the wall.
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If they both have to run for it, Draco would like a very large head start.
"Merlin's beard, it's a table, Kevin. Set it on fire, and let's go!"
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The not-gentle scuttling sounds of the table seemed to be drawing nearer. "You're a Muggle - use an axe!"
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"That's actually a good idea. I could probably bust it up real good but like, where am I gonna get one?"
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He doesn't like to give the Ministry credit, but they certainly tried harder than 'Stuff.' "I don't know! Wherever Muggles keep axes. I told you - I don't have my wand. I can't just say 'Accio axe' and have it come to me."
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“Y’think so? I miss my wheels.”
She looks between them and the table, gauging the distance. “Think it might have screw loose, weak side on the right.”
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He hasn't considered that option. Kevin's list of problem resolution skills are to run or to hit a thing with another thing, and he is currently without hitting implement.
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She squints up at him.
"But if you're sure, spud, go for it."
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She's definitely like maybe 15 or something, but Kevin isn't exactly all he looks like either.
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Mac has definitely tried to do parkour before, and definitely injured himself, although he habitually leaves that out of any storytelling he does around the art. Ultimately, it's not the end of the world if her can't parkour. Practice your flips and vaults enough and you can work around the whole running-on-walls shit, and he does intend, someday, not today but like eventually, to practice his flips and vaults.
Just like he came with the true intent to lift a little, or otherwise inspect the gym equipment. Everyone in the gang has their own domains, and the gym is his, if only because he can sputter out about an essay's worth of "goals" if anyone ever presses it. He reads fitness mags. He eats protein. He's seen like, so many Les Mills videos that he could probably teach a class himself. Can your average beefcake walk you through the differences between the mass-to-muscle ratio of JCVD in Cyborg versus Arnold in the first Terminator? Mac thinks not, and he arms himself with that knowledge, that security that in spite of a strange new terrain, and all these strangers, many of whom looked ripped right from the pages of a comic book, and the fact that alcohol comes by prescription, and the scratchy uniform, and the threats of having his brain electrocuted - in spite of all this, Mac's fine.
He's a savvy guy with his life under control who totally isn't heckling a teenager over something he couldn't do better if he tried.
"You need to start planting flags, bro, otherwise there's no point in getting to the top. No one'll see it, which means it doesn't count as an accomplishment."
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"Um, I don't know if it's like... actual parkour really, but I know how to do some stuff?" he answers. "I don't need nobody to know I've been messing around down here, it's fine."
And for the better, probably. It occurs to Kevin that you can maybe get your privileges revoked for doing dumb dangerous stuff on equipment. Disappointing, but likely.
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Mac does not approach any of the gym equipment. He just squints down his nose and watches Kevin while he idly wanders.
"Are you what, sixteen? I thought they were only hiring adults." Hiring, abducting - Mac's already absorbing Jorgmund's lingo for everything that happens here. He can't help it; this whole experience has been much too comprehensive for him to contort, collapse and stuff into his own worldview, and so he's incapable of doing anything adopting theirs. It's an unfortunate side effect of the fact that he decided about five minutes into this whole nightmare that he wasn't going to actually consider anything happening around him as a problem to be fixed so much as a situation he's already totally handling.
He stops his pacing when he comes across the baseball launcher. "Hey, have you tried this thing out?"
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"Uh, no," he answers the question. "Not yet. I was just... not sleeping, mostly, and that seems like more not sleeping than I was up for just yet."
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"Give us a moment, mate, I'll have something for you." He continues to doodle. The drawings, if they're eyed, show a series of boxes with alien signs inside them, spaced out in a seemingly-nonsensical pattern.
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"How?" he asks. He doesn't mean to be rude about it, there's no petulance, but he's a bit confused.
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F/G
When it came to sleep Jack had two settings ‘don’t wake me for the next twelve hours or perish’ and ‘I’ll sleep when I’m dead’. And in this place, it seemed he’d be doing an awful lot of the latter. Kidnappings and threats of electrocution didn't foster a comfortable sleeping environment. Who knew?
Walking around the rig with its flickering fluorescent lights, unsettling creaks and groans and labyrinthian hallways hadn't been his first choice, but it beat just laying there in that claustrophobic cubical of a room with nothing to do but listen to the restless noises of the strangers he was bunked with, and concentrate on the soreness of fresh surgical scars until he’d felt like he was going to crawl out of his skin.
The gym also normally wouldn’t be his first choice for a restless nights distraction, but considering there wasn’t much else open to the “new hires” this late and it was one of the few easy places to find on this junk heap, well, beggars couldn’t be choosers and all that jazz.
The place was huge, one of the few areas these cheapskates hadn’t skimped on apparently, which felt a bit ominous. Good indication of where their priorities for them laid. He didn’t even know how to use all of the equipment in here, some of the weight machines looking more like unessisarily complicated torture devises then something used for exercise. But the small roller hockey rink was easy enough to figure out and while not the same as ice skating it was still close enough to familiar to get lost in the motion of it.
At least until the sudden sounds of someone clambering around the other side of the gym broke the silence, startling him badly enough to lose his footing and gracelessly crash to the floor.
Investigating, after he’s managed to peel himself off the lacquered surface, it’s with a sour expression that he ends up leaning against a wall to watch a bit of Kevin’s impromptu parkour session. Normally he’d probably find it at least a bit impressive. The dudes fast, scary fast, and the flow of his movements as he navigates over the equipment in almost hypnotizing. Guy could probably give Chase and the monks a run for their money. But right now he's more interested in waiting until the most inconvenient time to potentially distract him, cupping his hands over his mouth and yelling out, “Don’t fall!”
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It's fine, he's got it, he's hanging from the bar like a goon but nothing hurts. He's good.
He turns to look for whoever shouted at him, having missed the guy coming in. He was totally focused on what he was doing, finding that almost meditative space that the motion can be for him, and it's a bit disorienting to come out from that by surprise.
"I was workin' on it," he calls back, a bit lamely, trying to gauge sincerity vs sarcasm in retrospect for something that he wasn't paying his best attention to.
You know, while also hanging upside-down.
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“Nice catch.” He adds, crossing his arms over his chest. It’s a little shocking that the guy’s taking it so well, something he should probably be more thankful for. In retrospect ticking off a guy who was that fast and coordinated, especially when he was still in ill-fitting skates and would have been pretty easy to catch, probably wasn’t his best idea.