TDM #1

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TEST DRIVE #1

So it's your first day at your new job! Welcome to the Jorgmund Family™! It's time to settle into your new workplace on the Piper 90 rig, the coziest place of employment this side of the Livable Zone. A leader in its industry, Jorgmund is excited to have you join them in enthusiastically envisioneering team-driven paradigms.  

The Piper 90 rig's mission is not only an impressive undertaking in terms of impactful customer-oriented deliverables, it's providing a vital backbone to the Livable Zone by creating a safe region for citizens to live, work, and play. Jorgmund's "outside the box" thinking means they understand the importance of wisely investing in their human capital - you! You'll soon find that you'll take pride in this vital work - and the benefits can't be beat.

Rest assured, Jorgmund's multidisciplinary approach to our world's period of recovery means we know how to keep it real when facing this opportunity for restructuring and growth. Jorgmund: Even if most of the world has gone away, we can make a world of difference!

Synergy!

USEFUL LINKS
It is recommended you check out the following links first for info on the rig, rig conditions, game mechanics, and the intro and slideshow your characters would have to endure that takes place chronologically before the Test Drive Meme: 

Welcome/Arrival  | Rig Weather & Hazards | Rig Setting Page | Game Mechanics

SCENARIO #1 - MOVE-IN DAY!

After the bewildering and unpleasant onboarding process, you've finally been unleashed on the rig. (Well. To places you're allowed to go on the rig.) It's time to get acquainted with your new surroundings, process some of All Of That™, and meet your fellow captives - err, coworkers!

a) A BIT OF A MESS
Perhaps you're hungry? The mess hall food isn't amazing, but it does the job. Characters that have higher metabolic needs than your average human might be left feeling a little hungry, though. The worst part is actually the electronic sliding door: a small sign helpfully informs you that if you want inside, you need to smile for the camera! In addition to being patronizing, this may be a problem for characters who refuse to play ball, or characters with sufficiently nonhuman faces the door sensor can't read them. Remember, if then company doesn't see people like you, it's not discriminatory -- it's just indifferent! And that isn't legally actionable!

b) GOING NOWHERE FAST
The rig's elevators are a little off-kilter today. Overhead announcements mention this, but downplay the severity and are easy to miss -- which means you and your threadmate are stuck in here, somewhere between the fifth and sixth floor. You can complain into the emergency intercomm, but it might take from a few minutes up to an hour before the elevator gets rolling again. How do you pass the time?

c) SHOULD'VE TAKEN THAT LEFT TURN
You're really just trying to get somewhere else on the rig, but you've gotten hopelessly lost. Oh well, at least you're not alone! Did you run into your threadmate here? Did you lead them astray? Are they at fault? Even worse, are you somewhere full of AUTHORIZED PERSONNEL ONLY signs, mysterious equipment, and a worrying number of security cameras?

d) NEED A HAND?
You've been assigned a room and some relatively spare possessions to put in it. Unfortunately, it seems that the staff assigned to help move in new hires are all busy at the moment. Unless you want to wait around, you're going to need to lug and assemble your new assigned foldable den furniture yourself. Do you team up with another newbie? Do you try it alone and find yourself needing help? Do you come to the rescue of someone else who did that?

e) SPECIAL DELIVERY
Somebody in processing decided to give you two a quick little errand: you're supposed to take a couple boxes of files up to the executive deck. Unfortunately, a skeptical security staffer is giving you a hard time on your way there, on account of your funny-looking face, insufficient ID or sketchy-looking package. How do you deal with this and accomplish your task?

f) BLOW OFF STEAM
You're likely still a bit sore from Jorgmund fitting you with the nanochain, but you were promised a gym and you are going to use that gym, dammit. It looks like you're not alone in deciding to try out the training area. Do you train together? Spar to let some frustration out? Or are you gonna argue about whose turn it is on which piece of equipment and resent your lost solitude? You'll also find you have to contend with the communal showers when you're done.

g) NO REST FOR THE WEARY
It's the middle of the night on the rig. You're displaced from home, it's not very warm, your door doesn't shut because privacy is a "privilege" nobody has earned yet, and occasional mysterious clanging noises ring through the rig. You can't sleep, not yet, and perhaps you're not the only insomniac wandering the crew deck?

SCENARIO #2 - YOU ARE NOT AUTHORIZED TO PANIC

Around dawn on the morning of Day Two, something goes wrong. (Wrong-er?) You awake to the sound of alarms, and a voice over the speakers telling you NOT TO PANIC! A Stuff storm has caused a brief and contained leak onto Piper 90. You may encounter strange sights or sounds. Any anomalies should be reported immediately to rig security. Thank you for your cooperation!

The nature of the problem isn't immediately clear, but over the next handful of hours you find yourself embroiled in a bizarre fracas: a Stuff leak has caused numerous inanimate objects on the rig to come to life. Furniture and appliances small and large are roaming the decks. Some of them are docile, but others are aggressive (or just troublesome due to their size). Some examples:

• A rogue photocopier spewing paper and ink
• A mahogany conference table with old clawed feet and a brand new gaping jaw
• A water cooler that scuttles the halls, squirting people with jets in varying temperatures
• Small office supplies like pencils and paperclips that swarm in large numbers
• Dressers and drawers that spit their contents at high velocity
• A room's worth of folding chairs that hunt as a pack
• An emergency fire hose that attempts to ensnare crew members in its coils
• The angriest coffee pot you have ever seen

The objects can be dangerous, but are more strange, troublesome, and determined than deadly. If a foe seems to be incapacitated or "plays dead," even the aggressive conference table or hose will leave them with bruises and move on. Crew members who get in over their heads will be bailed out by security personnel as the incident dies down. Jorgmund staff stresses that the leak has been contained (so no new anomalies will appear), but after the initial surprise it's everyone's job to help hunt down and dispose of the Stuff-altered... stuff. It's gonna be a long morning, and you haven't even been properly briefed yet!

h) GOOD MORNING, PIPER 90
Rise and shine! There are alarms going off, announcements blaring, and people are scrambling around trying to figure out what's going on. You're one of them. Freak out? Spring into action? Team up with someone to shake down a staffer for more details? Run into someone new, perhaps literally?

i) INTERIOR WRECKORATING
You've been ambushed by an animate object that seems to have it in for you, or you've heard the shouts of someone who has and come running to help. What's ruining your morning now, and what are you going to do about it?

j) ON THE RUN
The folding chairs from Presentation Room B operate as a unit, harrying their prey through the halls with much scrambling of legs and flapping of seats. They're after you, at the moment. Can you escape, or perhaps lead them into a trap? Or do you stand your ground?

k) HERE'S THE PLAN
You and your threadmate have found somewhere secure (for now) and are deciding how to deal with a larger enemy. Are you hunting it, or is it hunting you? Are you planning to take it out of commission, or just how to get away from it? Or are you just gonna hide here and lay low until this is over?

l) PROP HUNT
Things are getting back under control, thankfully. Large disturbances have been disposed of, but that leaves the little things like elusive chains of paperclips, a small but vicious stapler, pens and markers that write rude words on walls, and utensils from the mess hall. These anomalies are stealthier, but must still be dealt with, and it's up to you to flush them out.

m) CLEAN UP IN AISLE EVERYTHING
The chaos has passed, and now you've been instructed to clean up a mess. Ink or loose paper from the copier, coffee from the rampaging pot, mopping up after a water cooler, scrubbing marker off a wall, etc. You might get roped into contending with the Yuck Puddle, which is a permanent fixture and not a new development, but someone's always contending with the Yuck Puddle.

OOC DETAILS
➤ Feel free to play around with powers. If your character has powers from canon you want to play around with, go for it. If you'd like to test out possibilities for game powers, also go for it. Feel free to change it up from thread to thread if you need to. This can be handwaved as exposure to Stuff making characters' powers shift a few times before settling.

➤ Potential players may use test drive threads as their log samples. However, at least one post in their thread must fit the requirements for apps, both in length (200 words) and in quality. If you do plan on using a thread as a sample, please make sure the writing throughout your threads is a good example of your writing skills and has some solid examples of the character's voice.

➤ Players can eventually count TDMs towards AC. They can only count towards comment-based AC proofs.

➤ Potential players can opt to keep these threads as game canon when they app in, or start over fresh, based on preference. The Stuff bringing them to the game universe can fog their memories, if players don't want their character to remember TDM threads when introing into the game.

➤ The game is invite-only. Players without invites are allowed to tdm since some of them may know someone in game to ask for one, and since some people enjoy TDMs just for fun in games they don't plan to app into. But an invite is required during the apping process.

➤ The game is at a starting cap at 30 players. Right now the current number of invitees is likely to not exceed the game's 30 slots, but if we go a few over they will still be allowed to app during this first round. Future apps will be rolling apps and will have a wait queue if the cap has been exceeded.

➤ The first game round will be apps only, no reserves. Apps open: Sat 4/11/20. Game start: Fri 4/17/20.

Comments

[heterochrocatic]

Catra is a young adult! She's only two years younger than you, Saturday! But she does deserve protection.

"I don't know," she admits to the question asked of her. "Where'd you get a name like Saturday?"

[wheyoftheadept]

Catra is an innocent baby. Saturday is now unshakeable on this point. Saturday made friends with a literal lovecraftian horror. Accept your fate.

"Ha. It's kind of a nickname - I do work where it's not always safe to let people know your real one."

[heterochrocatic]

"Makes sense." Catra scratches an ear and then yawns a little as a chilly nighttime breeze swirls around the pair. She streeetches and then hops onto the railing, balancing there in a crouch.

"I'm Catra." Right, she hadn't introduced herself.

[wheyoftheadept]

"Catra from Etheria," Saturday says, as if she's thinking. She's mostly just getting used to the words - they feel odd in her mouth. But so did Thera, and she adjusted. She always adjusts. "Pleasure to meet you, Catra."

[heterochrocatic]

"First time I've heard that," Catra says and she means it. She doesn't think anyone has ever been happy to meet her, genuinely. Except maybe Adora, when they were kids.

"Nice to meet you too, Saturday."

[wheyoftheadept]

Saturday doesn't think much of Etherian manners, then.

"I'm gettin' chilly. Want me to smile you in to the mess so we can get some coffee? I know I ain't sleepin' tonight."

[heterochrocatic]

"Coffee?" Catra has... not had coffee. So this is a new experience. "Sure, why not." As she turns to find the hatch back inside, she glances over to Saturday to continue speak.

"I probably won't sleep either, but I'll just find someplace to malinger where they can't find me tomorrow. Catch a nap." Like all cats, Catra has a sleep schedule which is esoteric and strange.

[wheyoftheadept]

"Careful with that. I'm tougher than most, but those shocks still stung. You gotten any demerits or whatever they call them around here, yet?" Saturday drops down the hatch with a grace that equals Catra's own.

[heterochrocatic]

"I had to deal with something like it growing up," Catra says bluntly. "You just have to be careful and know when not to push too hard." She starts heading down the hallway, hands shoved in the pockets of her oversized jumpsuit--for some reason, she had been given one that as meant for someone a bit more filled out than her. Or just intended for someone with a masculine frame. She'd even had to cut her own hole for her tail.

"Trick is finding the line, you know?"

[wheyoftheadept]

"The line might be farther in here than you think," Saturday cautions, feeling like an older sister. "Just - watch out. You encountered the Stuff yet?"

[heterochrocatic]

"Not directly, I don't think?" She perks an ear. "...What's it like?"

[wheyoftheadept]

"Some fucked up bullshit." Saturday flicks the butt of her final smoke for the night away, not caring where it lands. Such petty rebellions are all she has right now. "Makes everything come alive and get real goddamned mad at you."

[heterochrocatic]

"Sounds like some First Ones crap," Catra mutters as they begin to make their way down to the mess hall, following the various twists and turns. She's still getting used to this place--she doesn't know it like the back of her hand, like home.

"I'll keep an eye out, though." A pause, then: "So, what's coffee?"

[wheyoftheadept]

"..." This is the second time she's had to answer that question. Saturday continues to revise her expectations for a common culture downwards.

"It's uh, it's a hot drink, helps you wake up and stay awake. It's bitter and strong, but a lot of people put sugar and milk in cut that. Coffee they have here is crap, though. But it's warm."

[heterochrocatic]

"Huh. Keeps you awake?" Catra looks thoughtful "Sounds useful. I'll give it a try, I guess. And warm is good." She does her best to sound... normal? What does normal even sound like anymore? Fuck if she knows. It's weird to have someone not know who she is and not react with fear or anger.

But it's really nice. She turns another corner and the mess hall is in sight. She grimaces.

"I am not smiling for that stupid camera."

[wheyoftheadept]

Saturday leans over and smiles easily, brilliantly, in a way that touches her eyes. She looks completely sincere. The door wooshes open, and as soon as it does she drops the smile. It's like watching someone put on and take off a mask.

"After you."

[heterochrocatic]

Catra hurries inside before the door decides to change its mind, glances back at Saturday.

"Glad you're willing. I'm not the smiling type." Which isn't true. She smiles all the time. Just not on command.

[wheyoftheadept]

"If you can't control your emotions, you can at least control your face." She sounds like she's quoting someone, there. "They're just muscles. If they want me to lie to them, good. It means they think I'm stupid."

[heterochrocatic]

"I'm tired of being controlled," Catra grouses, looking around the mess hall with a wrinkle of her nose. She hadn't gotten inside before, so this is new to her. It also reminds her how hungry she is. The girl's stomach rumbles and she glares down at it, like it's betrayed her.

"...What kind of ration bars do they serve here? I hope it's not the green ones."

[wheyoftheadept]

"They serve real food here. It's just shitty. C'mon." Without waiting for Catra's response, Saturday janders to the counter and does her best. There's not a lot of food, and none of it's hot; this is kept out for the late workers. But there's carbs and protein and veg, and Saturday begins assembling two magnificent sandwiches to go with their coffee.

"Grab a table, I'll be there in a sec."

[heterochrocatic]

Catra stares at the food. And stares. And stares. Her eyes are getting big and wide and round, pupils dilating. She hasn't seen anything like this before. Her food in the Fright Zone had always been ration bars, dull and barely flavored and usually too dry or too sticky or too... something.

"...That's food?" She asks, seemingly dumbfounded, then nods and wanders over to a nearby table to sit, tail flicking wildly as she stares over at Saturday's progress with the sandwiches.

[wheyoftheadept]

"Yep. Sandwiches. Bread's here, some lettuce and tomato - oh, but you wanna put some spread on first. Don't trust the mayo here, let's see - "

She narrates as she constructs the sandwiches, indicating what she's talking about as she talks about it, doing her best to clue Catra in without taking too teacherly a tone and stepping on toes.

Saturday's assessment of the Horde's childcare abilities is now somewhere in the negatives.

[heterochrocatic]

"Bread?" This is new. And amazing. If she had known the food would be like this she might have smiled earlier. Catra peers, watching intently each step of creating. Lettuce, tomato, cold cuts, the sandwich spread, whatever it is? She's not really familiar with any of this stuff, but uh. Wow. It definitely looks way more appetizing than ration bars. Leaning forward, she sniffs at one of the sandwiches. It smells good, will wonders never cease?

"It looks really good," she says in a slightly awed tone, then coughs. "I mean. It's probably fine." Be cool, Catra.

[wheyoftheadept]

This is the second person Saturday's met who genuinely thinks the rig food is good. Saturday is in pain. The metaplanes are apparently a place largely without decent cuisine of any kind.

"Dig in and find out." She adds a spear of pickle on the side of Catra's, and pushes it over.

[heterochrocatic]

Catra first sniffs her coffee, which smells amazing. Then the sandwich, which also smells amazing. The sandwich is lifted in both hands and then she takes a large bite. Chews. There's a smile, a genuine smile, on Catra's face.

"It's good!" She says. "All we had, you know, were the ration bars. Which were usually gray." She's talking between bites, wolfing down the sandwich and hardly stopping to chew.