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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.
Vic | Tales of Pell
"I'm totally supposed to be here, brah! Don't know why you can't see it." Vic had scoffed when he was assigned with someone else to go haul boxes. He's so big and swole, why would anyone think he needed help? Now he's puffed out his admittedly impressive chest in a show of bravado, looking down from his eight foot height at the skeptical security member.
Meanwhile, though, his heavy hooves shift and clop with the energy of a suddenly nervous horse, swinging his rear around. Vic does not actually want to fight this guy, but he has a poor understanding of deescalation. It's not very manly.
Blow off some steam
Vic is handling free-weights, much of the other gym equipment being made for people with fewer legs and slighter posteriors. He's pretty well musclebound, all in proportion to his draft horse lower body, so even though he doesn't have actual strength-based superpowers he's pumping a pretty decent weight.
Get close enough and he starts counting reps out loud. "Ninety one... ninety two... ninety three..." Is he actually over ninety? No. Also the proper form for free weights probably doesn't involve this degree of flexing.
Interior wreckorating
Out somewhere with more space, Vic would be the final sight of any number of chairs, his heavy hooves and ham fists - or is it heavy fists and ham hocks? - lashing out and turning the hostile furnishing into so many presumably inanimate paperclips. But while he has managed to do that to a few, he's a big target in a small space.
More than a little horselike, he squeals as pouncing chairs leap to cling to his broad back. A couple of ounces of green tea appear at his fingertips and fall, splashing hot liquid to the floor, as he whirls as best he can, clipping walls and other chairs and possibly whoever else is present.
You can see him swallowing his first instinct to apologize and blustering, "Uh - uh, watch it, tiny!"
Re: Vic | Tales of Pell
Saturday emerges from the locker room with a towel over her shoulder, all five feet one inch of her. The workout uniform shows a body that's lightly muscled but built more for speed than power. Her eyes widen slightly when she sees a centaur by the weight rack, but she gets over it fast and nods as she picks out a couple of eight pounders for her warmup and gets down to stretching.
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Now this is a pickle. Part of being in a gym is the unspoken tension finding who's the manliest of all and not really talking to anyone unless you have to, but as a centaur stallion lifting some pretty sweet weights Vic's totally won that already.
His last foray into being really clever at a gym kinda failed and the last time he sorta cornered a two-legged girl she threatened to stab him and wasn't impressed when he said she actually wasn't that pretty. How does he get people to like him?
More flexing maybe. He's so big and swole!
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The gym is the only thing she really, honestly likes about this place. It's familiar, and it's fancy. For example, all she has to do is hit a couple buttons on a touchscreen and a vast patch of floor reconfigures itself into the American Ninja course from hell - nothing padded, and metal edges only blunted enough not to break skin. If she fucks this up, she'll be bruised for days.
Lucky she almost never fucks it up.
With a savage grin, she hurls herself at the first obstacle, bounding and flipping like a hyperactive squirrel as machine blades almost as big as she is try and fail to catch her. One-two, one-two, across the bouncy pads, up the big wall, mind the sudden tilting, dodge the sandbags on the balance beam, big leap across to the second platform and successful front roll into a slide down the side of the ramp. Up again, hand over hand across the monkey bars, flip into the landing, duck that last sandbag and - done. The whole thing takes 53.39 seconds, on the dot.
"Not my best time," she mutters as she checks it. Then she resets the course and heads back to the weight rack.
Interior Wreckorating
It's totally a centaur. Dope. But the guy looks like he could use a hand, so in short order Kevin's ducking around a combination of chairs, hot tea, and spinning horse guy as he tries to help yank a chair off said guy's horse-back.
Between the both of them flailing around, they've got some breathing room now at least. Kevin seems to swallow being called "tiny" without batting an eye.
"Bro there's like a ton of these things, we should probably get out of here!" is his answer.
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"I could take 'em!" Vic blusters, wide-eyed and dancing like a nervous horse. "I don't need help, bruh, I'm really fit! These guns can throw cannonballs!"
A staccato clacking grows louder as a fleet of chairs approaches at a charge. Backing up Vic points at them and jabbers "Retraaaagh!"
A beautiful, multi-tiered chocolate cake, three feet tall including the cake stand, appears in the hallway and is demolished by pounding chair feet. Vic is not comfortable enough with things yet to make a cake with stopping power, though the cake stand causes some tripping and fondant may cause some slippage.
With the failure of this not-really-a-plan, Vic yelps, "Okay yeah maybe run!"
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He'll take the distraction and change in plan all too gladly.
"Yeah c'mon, I bet we can lose 'em! I'm fast! You're fast, right?"
Horses are fast, horse guys should be fast, that's like. How math works.
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He is based on a Clydesdale that's only slightly scaled down, a heavyset muscular horse with legs like tree trunks. This basically means he has a lot of momentum. It takes some time for him to get up to speed, and then he's fast but stopping or making precise turns are not his forte, or indeed his house at all.
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Luckily, it turns out they're a fair bit faster than a bunch of chairs that weren't built to move, much less run.
Kevin should probably be panting by the time the coast is clear, but he's not. He hasn't had to pant in years. He does lean against a wall in relief, though.
"Fuck, this is the weirdest day I've had in a while. You good over there, horse-bro?"
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"I coulda taken them," he mutters, and one plate-sized hoof stamps in a nervous way. "They're just for like, little biped butts anyway."
There is a tickle in his upper lungs. His asthma isn't acting up much yet, but it's making its presence known.
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Hopefully. Ideally. They might get attacked by a hallway vending machine or a decorative fake plant next for all Kevin knows.
"I have kinda recently been finding my beating-stuff-up skills are maybe way less good than I thought, but I am also like. Not very big. You're a centaur, right?"
The coast seems clear for now, he can afford to ask the burning (if obvious) question.
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"My name is Pissing Victorious." STAMP.
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"Um. Can you repeat that?"
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It's not the best name and the idea of someone mocking it is hitting a little close to home. Why can't things ever just be cool? Vic's tail flicks and his sides shiver. He crosses his arms and puts his hands in his armpits, the hair barely contained by the shirt straining to cover him, so they don't betray him.
Special Delivery
We don't have the clearance to stay for long, but we do have permission to deliver these files. If you'd like you or someone else from security could escort us -- it's important these boxes get to its destination.
[Got your back, centaur man. At least Dojima is somewhat more skilled at deescalation, although it's not really something he specializes at. As if to hint to Vic he should say the same, he glances at him]
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Yeah, bruh! It's not worth getting your little head crushed like a melon. Which I could totally do.
[wait maybe that was a bad idea? His tail switches and his hooves lift and clop nervously.]
Uh, I'm not threatening you though.
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...he didn't mean to say that.
[Dojima needs a drink.
But hey, could have been worse. At least Vic added the part about it not being a threat. That's got to count for something, right? The guard doesn't seem terribly impressed, though]
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I can't help it, I'm too big and strong! When you're manly enough you just say these things.
[He has a sense that he is Not Helping but also, he genuinely doesn't know how to stop digging this hole.]
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[Not that Dojima apologizes real often]