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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.
Doreen Green | Unbeatable Squirrel Girl
Doreen wasn't particularly happy with situation she currently found herself in. Honestly, she thought, nobody would be. She'd been taken against her will, forced to watch a mind-numbing Powerpoint, and, oh yeah, had a shock collar forcibly implanted into her.
They even put one in Tippy-Toe. What kind of jerk puts a shock collar in a squirrel?
(Admittedly, without one, Tippy-Toe could very well have taken down the rig herself, or at least caused serious amounts of trouble. But that was beside the point.)
In any case, this wasn't something that could be fixed anytime soon. There were more solvable problems to take care of in the meantime, like not having a bed to sleep on. So she'd piled up the stack of flatpacks and got ready to head off towards her assigned room.
"Hey, Tips? Could you climb on top of the boxes and keep an eye out?"
Tippy-Toe chittered out an agreement, and scurried to the top of the stack.
<Left turn ahead, keep going, keep going. Okay, stop, someone's coming.>
"Thanks, Tippy. Sorry about all this, lemme just scoot over so you can get by."
She moves over closer to the wall, and turns a bit, trying to see past the boxes to see who they hadn't run into thanks to Tippy-Toe's top-notch directions.
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Bad news? The monstrous conference table had cornered someone down a dead-end hallway.
Good news? The squirrel-themed cavalry had arrived, and it was armed.
"You think I won't fight animate furniture? I will absolutely fight animate furniture," Doreen said as she tossed an inanimate desk at the back end of it.
The desk leaves some superficial gouges in the table's wood. It's not even remotely enough to stop it, but it is certainly enough to get its undivided attention.
<I think you just made it mad,> Tippy-Toe chitters.
"All according to plan!" Doreen replies, leaping over the table as it charged at her.
wildcard.
i.
“I had it covered,” she sulks.
“And I think you just made it mad, boss,” Carrie continues in an unwitting echo of Tippy-Toe.
Not that she can’t appreciate how light on her foot the other woman is. Maybe between the two of them - Carrie ducks and rolls to shove the thankfully inanimate desk the woman brought right into the path of the table’s charging… uh, legs?
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Unfortunately, it doesn't have that time, as Doreen kicks it all the way over. Now flat on it's back, it can't do much more than wave it's legs around.
"Phew. I guess we can table that problem for now, right? Nice work with the desk!"
Doreen gives Carrie a thumbs up, the action mimicked by the squirrel on her shoulder.
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"We really turned the tables on that board. Y'know, it looks almost sad like that, all turtled over. Slick moves too, you really-"
Carrie turns to return the thumbs up, which is when she registers the squirrel. What? Huh? What?? She squints at it behind her glasses.
"Uh, who's your buddy?"
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<Hi!> Tippy says with a little wave.
"She says hi."
Re: i.
The squirrel itself, however? Or herself. Whatever. No point in being rude.
"... Okay. Hi, Tippy Toe, Doreen. Nice to meet you...?" She waves back, a little hesitant.
"Carrie, Carrie Kelley. You, uh -" she hesitates, then plunges along, seeing if this matches the kind of paradigm she knows. "You a cape or something?"
Re: i.
Doreen hadn't been hiding it, of course. There wasn't really any point, especially since she'd already been outed back home.
"I go by Squirrel Girl for pretty obvious reasons. Also because it rhymes."
I.
But then people are threatening to fight the furniture, and the voice is so familiar that Robbie physically and mentally blinks. "Did-"
The desk rebounds off the table and smacks him clean in the face, knocking him back against the wall.
Desk, table, Squirrel Girl, squirrel, Speedball, and balls. So many kinetic energy balls bouncing around the right angles of the hallway that space is even tighter now, but it's much less of a worry. "Are you really using inanimate objects to fight animate inanimate objects?"
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"Good to see ya!" she continues, fending off the table with a desk. "I mean, there's like infinitely better circumstances it could've been in, but it is still good to see you."
"And yeah? Normally I'd have the Squirrel Scouts chew through its legs or something, but Tippy's the only one here. And she's great, but even she couldn't do that all by herself."
She hits the table t with the desk a couple more times, but it's starting to look a bit little worse-for-wear.
"But if you're here, I think between the three of us we could probably just flip it over so it can't get back up."
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Maybe all the hits with the desk are rattling its brain, or maybe it just wants him to shut up, but the table abruptly loses interest in Squirrel Girl and charges Robbie without turning. He jumps up and kicks off the edge of the table, bouncing against the side wall and over the table to land beside Squirrel Girl (and, of course, Tippy Toe).
He scowls for a second and then it melts into a half incredulous, half exasperated sigh. "I can't believe I have to take fighting a table seriously. I fought Doctor Doom. It's a table. Let's just flip it and leave it as a warning to other - hey."
He tries to sound conversational and not at all worried. "You haven't seen any Murderworld signs, have you? I know this isn't really his vibe, but if you think about funhouses with furniture nailed to the ceiling and all that... this isn't exactly offbrand."
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"I don't think it's Arcade. Last time I fought him he'd branched out into videogame themed death traps, which this really isn't."
<What about the Chairman?>
"Oh yeah, that guy that used to run around turning people into chairs? It's thematically appropriate, but I think he's still a chair himself."
At least according to her Deadpool cards. She didn't have the deck on her, but that particular card had been pretty memorable.
Of course, her cards and their contents were sort of unimportant at the moment, since they were still fighting a possessed table. Doreen grabs hold of it on the next charge, lifts, and suplexes it to the ground. It's not exactly what anyone would call a textbook example of the technique, but wrestling a table isn't exactly what it was meant for anyways.
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There's some squeaking from the squirrel, and Robbie misses a critical part of the conversation. "I'm going to put a pin in the guy who turns into a chair. We'll come back to him later, when we're not facing down stampeding furniture..."
Squirrel Girl might not have Greco-Roman form, but watching her invent the tabletop suplex is still impressive. Robbie gives her a slow golf clap as he watches the table legs wiggle in the air. "Think it'll stay there like a turtle on a fence post?"
He gave one of the legs a light, experimental kicked. The table creaked.
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"Anyways, how the heck have you been? Ignoring the whole we've been kidnapped bit, 'cause I'm pretty sure I already know the answer to that part."
i.
"For fuck's sake," he murmurs. "Tryin' to get it through the bloody door!"
He points to said door, which seems to contain a wood-chipper.
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Before the table can turn for another attack, Doreen grabs the back of it. She digs in with her claws to make sure it can't go anywhere but where she wants it. And where she wants it is aimed straight at the doorway.
"Dude, you might wanna move out of the way c As soon as Constantine dies so, she charges, ramming the table straight down the wood chipper.
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John continues to say things that would definitely get censored in a Marvel comic.
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Still, it was probably time to rein it in a bit.
"Okay,so, no offense, you do you, bit I think they got the point. Cursing at them seems kind of excessive."
<Also unearned? He kinda just stood there and let you do all the work,> an unimpressed Tippy-Toe added.
Even if Constantine couldn't understand her, he'd probably get the distinct impression that the squirrel was casting serious shade on him.
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The squirrel remains beneath his notice.
"You one of the spandex set? Rodent woman?" He tilts his head to the side, studying her tail, and meaning literally that.
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It's probably the friendliest greeting John's gotten from one of the spandex set, or literally anybody really, in ages.