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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.
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"And why should I believe you?" he spat out. "It's convenient that nobody is left to be able to corroborate that."
He had to hold on to the anger, to his grief. To every scrap of knowledge he had to keep his own feelings at bay. Because the problem Remus had was that he had never stopped loving Sirius. Even knowing what the other boy, one of his oldest friends had done, his heart still stood traitor to him.
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The Dementors weren't here, so why was it so hard to pull himself together? Why couldn't he fix this?
His hands finally fell to his side.
"I'm not lying. You know me. You know I--" He started to raise his hand but stilled it.
What gave him the right to say that? When he had thought Remus was capable of betraying them all, how could Sirius possibly say that? What would he think, in Remus's place?
Remus was never going to believe him.
The words came spilling out of him anyway. Even if Remus thought he was a murderer, Sirius had to tell him. "It was Pettigrew. I told James to switch to him. I thought they'd be safer, if the Death Eaters found me. When I went after him--"
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Probably not, but why hadn't he learned a spell to silence people instead of just trapping them in a bubble where sound couldn't get in?
(He knew why. Lazy days hiding out from James and Peter in one of their beds, the curtains drawn shut. Sound couldn't get in but, more importantly, sound couldn't get out.)
Remus is the first one to give ground, though, taking a step back with a shake of his head. "Shut up. You don't...you don't get to say that. You don't get to try to shift the blame onto Peter. You leave him out of this. You..."
His throat closed up, jaw clenched. Why couldn't he seem to get a full breath?
cw: yeah, getting to obvious PTSD flashbacks re: some mass murder, nbd
They were best friends, all of them. Sirius had once trusted them more than anyone else. Once upon a time he'd been convinced nothing would break them. Then the war happened and Sirius gave into mistrust but he never knew. He never thought Peter Pettigrew, Wormtail, would be capable of handing his friends over to Voldemort or of mass murder.
He clenched his hands into fists and shook violently. It was like he was there again, chasing Pettigrew, so sure that soon he'd be able to tear him apart. And then...
"That rat framed me! He blew up the entire street full of--" He saw it so clearly. People ripped apart and Peter standing there, bleeding from a stub that used to be his finger. His eyes unfocused.
Just assume those CW work for the rest of the thread
(Excepting, of course, when he changed. But he didn't have any control over that.)
But Sirius kept talking and making little sense. It grated on nerves worn thin by the full moon and Remus lashed out, punching the wall of the hallway.
He felt something possibly crack in his fingers, even as he turned back to Sirius, eyes wild with grief and anger. "Stop. Talking. Black," he grated out. "I listened to enough of your lies over the years and believed every one of them. I'm not going to listen to them now. Not when you've shown just how unworthy of that trust you always were."
Remus pulled his hand back, carefully holding it against his chest. A healing spell could take care of the bones. It wasn't the first time he'd done this, after all. "Was it funny, Black? Some game? Make the werewolf fall in love with you?"
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He knew he deserved every word, even if it wasn't true, and the anger, because it was. But he couldn't let Remus believe that.
"I love you! It wasn't a game!" Sirius snapped.
As he spoke, almost without thinking, he had already stretched out his hand. He might be unarmed, but Sirius had been skilled enough wizard not to need a wand. With a gesture and a mumbled word, the injury on Remus's hand began to heal. Ironically, one of Sirius's specialties had always been healing. It seemed even Azkaban and the effects of the Stuff hadn't rid him of that.
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"You certainly had an odd way of showing it." Remus gritted his teeth against the pain in his hand, because it was better than the emotional pain. Cleaner and clearer. "Though I suppose it worked to your advantage, getting everybody to look a different direction, hmm?"
The exhaustion was catching up with him, burning through the anger. Which reignited the moment he saw the gesture and heard that mumbled word. A spell that Sirius had cast on him a hundred times over their years together, even long before they ever told each other how they felt. He could feel the swelling already going down, because Sirius had always been GOOD at those spells.
But, in that moment, it only served to fuel the flames.
"Stop it!" It was nearly a scream this time. "Why are you still pretending you give a shit about me?"
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But it wasn't true. It wasn't true. It wasn't true!
He clasped his hands over his head before he exploded. He didn't succeed in restraining himself. "Because I do!" he yelled. At this point it was a wonder that they hadn't woken anyone. If they had, the people had the good sense to stay away.
"I don't know what I can do to prove it to you, but I will. I didn't betray them. It's my fault, but I didn't betray them or kill those people." Sirius racked his brain for something he could do or say now. "I'll take veritaserum, if we can find it-- or a pensieve. I don't know how, but I'll show you."
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Which was the worst part of it. As much as he loved Sirius, as much as his heart wanted him to move forward, to take Sirius's face between his hands and kiss him? His head knew better. His head had seen the aftermath. And it was his head keeping him taking another step back.
He's about to turn when Sirius...offers that. A muscle jumps in his cheek as his jaw tenses, turning back to the other boy--young man. "That's easy to offer when you know there's no way you'll have to do it." He flexes his hand. Which has been healed because of Sirius and he's trying so hard not to think about that. "I don't have my wand. I doubt you do either." It's not like he'd have been allowed to keep his wand in Azkaban. "I doubt we have the ingredients for a veritaserum, nor do I think there is a pensieve here, either."
Remus closes his eyes a moment before shaking his head, swallowing hard. "I can't. I can't..." He couldn't say that there wasn't a part of him that wanted to believe Sirius. But there was too much that he knew to do so.
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"I'll find it! I--" He fell silent when Remus closed his eyes. He recognized that look. Sirius was pushing too hard, too fast, and he was only going to keep losing ground.
He finally said what he should have began with. "I'm sorry." For so many things he couldn't name them all.
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Remus's back found a wall and he slid down, exhaustion hitting too hard.
He should run. But without his wand, at least Sirius couldn't kill him.
Now that he wasn't moving, it was easier to see that the past year hadn't been any easier on Remus. Though Sirius likely hadn't expected it to. The light wouldn't pick up the extra strands of white in his blond hair. That would take daylight or much better lighting. But what it did show as Remus crossed his arms on his knees was a few healing cuts on his arms, the sleeves riding up as he put his head down.
"Leave me be, Sirius," he finally said, voice colored with exhaustion from the night before. "Haven't you done enough?"
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Tears finally began to fill his eyes and he turned away. "No, not nearly." That would sound more ominous if his voice hadn't cracked.
He turned back into his animagus form and stared at Remus for a long while before walking away.